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albatris · 2 years

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I'm revisiting rental car book one and trying to muddle my way through the whole thing in order

felt like posting the little starting part <3

chapter one opening!!!! the very start of our silly miserable little trilogy :3 I'm not sure if it's too slow or not.........

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Nat Finch blinked awake.

He was slumped forward in the driver’s seat of his rental car, his forehead pressed to the steering wheel, his body aching like he hadn’t moved in centuries. His feet were bare. His throat burned. His head throbbed. Curled over his shoulders was the familiar softness of the blanket from his back seat, the one he’d been meaning to give to the Larsons for two weeks now. A deep night breeze leaked through the slightly-open window to his right, the cold gnawing at the dampness that clung to his clothes, to his face and hair. He felt filthy, filmy, disgusting—more so than usual.

A muddle of memories and flickers and voices fought for space in his brain, bumping up against each other and overlapping, threads escaping every time he thought he’d grasped one. He was overcome, for a single, surreal moment, by the sense he had just awoken from an exceedingly peculiar dream.

Nat Finch sat up, groaning.

In his lap, plastic crinkled, disturbed by the motion. A collection of granola bars were scattered over him, a few of them having tumbled down onto the seat next to him and the floor below. Like someone had dumped them unceremoniously over his head and just… left him like that. He squinted down at them.

He recognised the brand, vaguely—something hoity-toity and ridiculous he’d seen at the supermarket, fifteen dollars a goddamn box—but they weren’t something that had any business being anywhere near him. His bank balance barely scraped double digits at the moment.

“Who the fuck…” Nat paused, not sure what question he was even supposed to be asking. “Why the fuck…”

His attention edged upwards, to a scrap of cardboard folded neatly in two and perched atop his dashboard.

DO YOUR BEST! it read in a childlike handwritten scrawl.

Nat squinted harder. “What the fuck.”

He tried to think. His brain, sluggish and laden with fog and aching, refused to provide any context for the mystery shower of nutrition. Or the note.

Or… anything else, for that matter. He didn’t remember falling asleep; he didn’t remember stopping his car. He remembered leaving work, but it had barely been dusk when he’d left work. The trip from Stop ‘N’ Go to his apartment was fifteen minutes, tops.

It was not dusk anymore. The black outside was the pitch dark and solitude of the witching hour, and the world beyond his window was dead silent, save for the buzz and pop of a single faulty streetlight a few metres ahead and the chittering gossip of crickets. No people. No cars. No movement.

Nat’s dread climbed. He craned his neck and strained to decipher his whereabouts. The lonely light offered only flimsy, spluttering illumination—some of it splashing into his car, some of it into dry grass and mesh fence lining the side of the road, most of it merely into the rumble of gravel directly beneath it. He had no idea where he was. He had no idea why he was where he was.

The disco ball hanging from his rear-view mirror glittered at him, blinking urgently.

He shoved the granola bars off himself, suddenly feeling contaminated, sending them scattering. A strident, pulsating pain forked through every inch of his body at the movement—he gritted his teeth, letting out a hiss of air and a wince. The blanket went next, ripped from his shoulders and hurled at the opposing window in a multicoloured flurry. It crumpled to the passenger seat and Nat stared at it, prickling all over with the suspicion someone else had placed it on him. Someone else had been here. Watching. Leaning. Looming. Touching. His hand flew to the window winder and wound it, sealing the opening. Sealing himself in and the outside out.

And then he sat still, mind reeling, chest tight. Panic twisting in his stomach. He waited for his brain to kick over, for his memory to rush back, for the moment he shook free the dregs of post-sleep disorientation and went, Oh, that’s right! That’s why I’m here! That’s what’s going on! How could I have forgotten?

A minute passed.

And another.

Frozen.

Rigid.

Nat swallowed, hard. Nothing clicked into place. Nothing clicked and nothing clicked and nothing clicked. Why not? He’d left work and turned left down Rake Street like he always did. He’d done nothing out of the ordinary.

The dark outside was alive. With every flicker-out of the streetlight, it whined at his window, still trying to reach him. A tapping, a whistling, a whispering in its own made-up language. Nat. Nat. Nat. Something’s wrong. Nathaniel. Something’s wrong. The dark that should not have been there. The dark that should have been dusk.

He'd lost hours. He’d lost hours. What the hell had happened to him? The note on his dashboard just sat there, smirking. It knew things he didn’t.

Nat fought to breathe in.

Nat fought to breathe out.

Nat breathed in.

Nat breathed out.

Five things he could see were that gaudy leopard-print steering wheel cover, the smeared windscreen from too-old wipers, the radio, the hazard switch, his own hands, crusted in cracked, dried mud.

Four things he could feel were the press of the seat under him, the press of his work uniform over him, the sting of the cold on his feet, pain, pain, pain.

Three things he could hear were crickets and streetlights and dark.

Two things he could smell were the dull citrus hum of the vent-clip air freshener and the fact it was doing nothing to hide the fact he hadn’t showered in a while.

One thing he could taste was—

Okay, okay, alright. Okay. That would do it. Nat breathed in. Nat breathed out. Calm. Calm. Calm. A panic attack would help no one.

He reached gingerly for the ignition, exhaling in relief when he grasped the key still inside. He had that, at least. He hesitated, perched on an agonising threshold between hopeful anticipation and whatever reality was about to find him.

He turned.

Nothing.

He turned again.

Nothing. The car stuttered and clicked uselessly, refusing to start. Relief left him as quickly as it had arrived. Flat battery.

Nat breathed, “Ah, fuck.”

Nat breathed in.

Nat breathed out.

He twisted towards the back seat, feeling along the faux leather for his work backpack. He hauled it to himself and rammed an arm inside to seek his phone, shoving through a jumble of familiar shapes—notebook, hoodie, empty soft drink can for recycling, empty soft drink can for recycling, gum, nametag—ah, there it was.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Nat whined, his finger colliding with the power button. “Please, please, please—”

Nothing. Flat battery.

Nat breathed in.

Nat breathed out.

Nat plonked his forehead back down on the steering wheel and released a long, agonised wail.

Simmering anxiety climbed into roiling terror. Terror branched sideways into paranoia. Paranoia bloomed up through his chest and into his throat, where it squeezed tight and threatened to choke him. He’d lost hours. Anything could have happened to him. Anything could have been done to him. The dark outside mocked and laughed. The disco ball blinked its rhythmic little warnings. He could feel it all, even when he wasn’t looking.

Nathaniel. Something’s wrong. Nathaniel.

“No shit,” he muttered back.

Nat breathed in.

Nat breathed out.

What next?

He lifted his head and flipped the sun visor down to look at himself in the mirror. With no phone screen and no overhead light to guide him, it was hard to get a full picture. He tilted his head, twisted his neck, attempted to catch himself on some jittering streetlight. He snagged a few glimpses—a dribble of blood from a cracked lip here, a smudge of dirt on a cheekbone there. His shirt looked bloody, too, though that could have been more mud. His hair wasn’t sitting right, all caked together and hanging in thick clumps.

Two trembling hands lifted, the quiver partially from weakness and partially from fear, and Nat gripped at his face. Tugging along those familiar edges and curves and juts, finding them not so familiar. Finding them wrong. Hollow. Caved in. His fingertips wandered down towards his jaw—

—and along the thick, uneven mumbling of stubble that hadn’t been there when he’d left the apartment that morning.

Nat’s heartbeat tripped up. He hadn’t lost hours.

He’d lost days.

Nat breathed in. Nat breathed in. Nat breathed in. Not enough. Too fast. His chest heaved. His lungs refused to fill.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He couldn’t have lost days. He couldn’t have lost days. Jesus Christ, Nat had never been the shining poster child of mental health, but he’d never lost days. He’d been God knew where for God knew how long. He’d been—his feet were bare, his hands and face were streaked with mud, someone had clearly been messing around in his car—he’d been taken. Drugged. Kidnapped. That scribbled note? He was being toyed with, probably by some deranged serial killer. And what was with the granola bars? Some kind of clue? A message?

He had to go. He had to run. He had to get help. Something close to a whimper climbed up his throat and fell from his lips. His hand crept to the door handle, and stopped.

Nat didn’t move.

He’d seen horror movies. Not many, but enough. The chase, the hunt, the twisted mind games before the inevitable kill… these were part of the fun. There was probably someone watching him right now, folded into the shadows and out of sight, waiting for him to panic. Waiting for him to make his first mistake and step outside.

Waiting for him to start the game.

He couldn’t leave.

He couldn’t stay.

Could he stay? Could he just wait it out? Someone would find him. Someone would look for him. Someone would look for him, right?

No, no one would look for him. No one would care enough that he was gone.

No, there was no way they’d let him wait this out. They would find some way to lure him out, drive him out, force him out into the waiting hands of the cold night air. Unprotected. Alone. All at once Nat felt a million eyes boring into him, leering from beyond the black, drinking in his every move. He shoved himself lower in his seat, clutching his dead phone to his chest, making himself as small as possible.

Nat fought to breathe in.

Nat fought to breathe out.

He tried a final time to reason with himself.

When he’d worked twelve hour shifts four days straight, he’d started being dogged by the idea someone had snuck a microscopic tracking device into his takeaway pizza, which he had subsequently consumed. When he’d been behind on rent for the third fortnight in a row, he’d become fixated on the idea other customers in the supermarket were reading his thoughts and laughing at him. Look at this fucking loser. Grimy hair and track pants. Can’t even afford instant ramen.

Panic and stress tended to climb on top of him bit by bit. Panic and stress tended to twist all kinds of everyday events into all kinds of unnatural, terrifying shapes. It was normal. Even the tiny, audible hints of speech pushing through the dark, giving voice to his anxiety, those were normal under the right circumstances. It was all… no, not normal. It was a pattern. Tomorrow, he’d be fine. Tomorrow, he’d understand he’d never been in any danger.

So even though he was here now, helpless and stranded in the empty night, barefoot and filthy, abandoned by his memories and surrounded by leering scrawled words and fucking rich people granola bars—he had to take this moment of clarity and hold it tight.

Tomorrow, this would all make sense.

DO YOUR BEST! the dark around him sang.

“Go to hell,” Nat spat.

And with that, he wrenched the door open.

#yeehaw. here it is. the opening of rental car book one chapter one #if it had a title it would be DO YOUR BEST!#go nat go. you funky little horror protagonist. you poor fucking bastard #rental car updates #can you blame nat for going off the rails and doing the exact opposite of what the vamps that turned him wanted #his only instructions were DO YOUR BEST #tbf there are very specific reasons nat wasn't allowed in on the plan as a whole and those reasons are #he is now part of a giant interconnected vampire hivemind and everything he knows the Garble knows #also ive already told you in some earlier spoilers what the deal is with the trail bars lmao #I'm not gonna go over it again here but its my favourite stupid detail fjdkdkdk #also idk if nat seems way too fucking quick to jump to panic and paranoia abt serial killers but my excuse is #I'm schizotypal and he's schizotypal. there #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

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bubblergoespop · 4 months

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My Top Sam Quotes

i love me some cowboy ♡ yeehaw and all that

“You’re a werewolf, not a damn tank, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I want you comfortable. What that looks like, you tell me.”

“Oh god, don’t call the 90’s vintage, you’re gonna give me a complex.”

“Don’t you whistle like that at me you smartmouth, this ain’t anything you haven’t seen. I am not blushing. I don’t blush.”

“Mr. Shaw.”

“You’re a big softie under it all too. Boop.”

“You don’t have to keep the armor up tonight. The fighting’s done. You can just rest. I got you, Darlin.”

“You’re my heart, Darlin’.”

“Oh you hush, of course that got my heart speeding up again. Wiseass.”

“Have some popcorn, it’ll soothe you.”

“Matter of fact, yes, I do know how to get food delivered nowadays. Do you know what the inside of a grocery store looks like?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m a mother-hen, what else is new?”

“Don’t worry, if the shock takes you out, I’ll be sure to catch you.”

“You feel like home, Darlin’.”

“It’s a Vamp’s favorite season. Well, my actual favorite season’s Fall, but you get me.”

“That’s for strangers. We can be as mean to family as we damn-well please.”

“How do you wanna do this? You wanna ride your cowb- you little-“

“You feel like sunlight on an easy day. That warmth and that comfort. Gentle and all around.”

“You like that? You gonna be good for me?”

“Hey. Look at me. Please.”

“Yeah, you’re awful put-upon. Your mate’s a heartless old curmudgeon who wants his arm rest.”

“No. No, I’m not falling asleep. Couldn’t be me. I’d never do such a thing.”

“Your vampiric pillow awaits.”

“Hey. Jokes aside. You do make sense, Darlin. Just cause some people don’t wanna put in the work to understand why doesn’t mean you don’t.”

“What the hell do you have against flannel? It’s efficient.”

“Oh I’m sure. My big bad wolf certainly would never get tired after a completely understandably draining day,”

“Tell me how you look so damn good right after waking up. Bullshit. You look heavenly.”

“You know better than me that if you don’t answer that goofball he’s just gonna keep calling.”

“Man’s gotta point. [smack] Ow.”

“Make it two.”

“I’m an equal opportunist shit-stirrer once you make the mistake of getting close to me.”

“You keep that up and I'll buy a walker just so I can beat your ass with it.”

“I didn’t realize those were our names, I thought he was drawing pictures…”

“Who you calling an underdog, pup?”

“Oh, so I’m a flop now?”

“Want some chocolate? It might soothe you.”

“Darlin’ what the hell is an Igglybump?”

“Play nice. I know you can even if you don’t like to.”

“Being so good for me. Wait until I tell ya.”

“So what if I am soft for you? You deserve soft.”

“I am not charming. I’m a moody curmudgeon, and I like it that way, thank you very much.”

“When I’m with you, my brain takes up shop in the wrong head.”

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.”

“I’ve got you. Tears aren’t ‘stupid’, Darlin’. They’re human. You don’t have to hold back any part of yourself with me.“

“[punch] That’s for Frederick. [punch] That’s for his Progeny. [punch] And that’s for me.”

“The only thing that makes the two of you worse hellions than you already are is when you put your scheming heads together on something.”

“I’m practically a glorified backpack”

“I want you moving like this in a different position. Mmhmm. How did you put it back in the day? ‘Riding your cowboy’?”

“You’re so damn beautiful. You are.”

“My big bad wolf. I get to say that without getting hit nowadays? My, the times are a-changing.”

“Look. You can call me every version of ‘cowboy’ you want, but you keep ‘duke’ just locked up in that pretty head of yours, you got it?”

“It’s a fancy dick-swinging contest with a side of hors d’oeuvres.”

“Vincent. You’re my family, and I love you, so please don’t take this the wrong way, but four years ago when he was still around, you were just as much of a pain in the ass to be around most of the time.”

“What you and me got is stronger than any of this bullshit the world throws at us. Even if the world’s got a hell of an arm, lately.”

“Brown. My eyes were brown.”

“Where do you want these fangs, baby?”

#this one’s really long #even after cutting it down #i forgot how many more audios sam has than avior and porter #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #bubbler’s top quotes

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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masterlist 3

little fucker's prom :) 👶

sev and club mom reader

cowboy sev meets cait's parents🤠

little fucker's first heartbreak :( 👶

club mom and sev first date!

black vampire reader turns sev! 🦇

betting to see who can last longest without sex

breeding sev

sevika x arab reader

oblivious reader

sev x lawyer reader

autistic reader

when sex has to end abruptly

more pillow princess reader

part 3 slow living sev, how you guys get a bunch of cats

oblivious reader and sevs first time ;)

domestic possessive mother-of-my-children sex 👶

reader with a serious injury

elevator sex with ceo sev 💼

intimacy coordinator reader x movie star sev

sevika coaching little fucker's soccer team 👶

black vamp reader and newly turned sev on their first hunt 🦇

sevika giving reader nipple orgasm

your kid getting jealous of sev and u 👶

clingy sev

healing your inner child w sevika

sevika rescuing you from being stood up on a date

grandma cowboy sev 🤠

anxious reader

amab ceo sev's trans identity story 💼

vegan/vegetarian reader

small chested reader with big thighs

black vamp reader eating sev out on her period 🦇

ceo sev meeting you 💼

amab sevika getting her ass eaten 💼

amab ceo sevika when someone in the office likes you 💼

fucking sevika while she's on a call 👶

gamer sevika x moderator reader

divorced sev and reader 👶

tarot reader sev

handy sev being hot

sev experiencing top drop :(

little fucker getting grounded 👶

sick day morning routine

reader with an accent

drunk sevika being a sappy romantic

sucking sev's strap, then eating her out ;)

edging ceo sev 💼

braiding sev's bush hehehe

little fucker gets in a fight at school 👶

sevika lifting your pregnant belly 👶

modern sev's tastes

pregnant reader with an attitude 👶

does little fucker have pets? 🐕

amab reader!

sevika with baby fever

sev catching chubby reader sleeping naked

witchy reader

slow living with sev, teaching each other skills

wiping off her smooches

ceo sev random hcs 💼

sex on a business trip 💼

spiderman sevika

cowboy sev smut yeehaw 🤠

snow day w ceo sev! 💼

cellmate reader and sevika

helping sevika w/ estrogen injections💼

crybaby reader charming sevika

breaking sevika out of prison

plug sevika

#hit the limit on my 2nd masterlist teehee #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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rel312 · 9 months

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What I loved about WWDITS S5 Episode 7 (SPOILERS!!!):

Guillermo climbing!

“Twilight”

Guillermo turning in into a bat!

Laszlo just… fucking around and finding out with his experiments

Laszlo accidentally making Guillermo drink his own piss

“HWHATSoever”

“I’m not gonna give up on you” Laszlo

The… the animals… what?????

“Kill them” those are his children

Nadja teaching at night school

“Hey I’m walkin here”

“Burgers and fries, Mickey Mouse Mount Rushmore, yeehaw!”

“Somebody burned down the school, and that person was me” Queen

THEYRE CLONES??????

One of them coming from the wool in Guillermo’s sweater

Nandor and Colin Robinson joining Nadja’s class and refusing to leave

Lol I’m pretty sure I saw a post talking about how they wish Laszlo discovered night school so he can do science stuff and now he’s the only one not in the class

The guy being the water cooler

Guillermo not being able to kill the animals

Helen the Magic Woman

Nandor and Colin Robinson both getting up to teach

Guillermo’s reaction to the talking animals

“Nolej”

Colin Robinson’s whole vibe with the fedora as “the cool teacher”

Colin Robinson giving out condoms

Colin Robinson’s rap

The nut

The animals calling Guillermo Daddy

“Daddy Gemerno”

“I kinda made the froggy… pregnant” “I want raw meat”

“Our elders spoke of a prophecy of a one true Guillermo who saves us” huh???

“This fetching bitch is my beautiful daughter, you may lay with her” I can’t with this lmao

“Helen, I’m home”

The doughnut order

“I wank in there all the time, 30 minutes ago to be precise”

“Daddy, what is wank?” This episode is ridiculous

Colin Robinson on the guitar

Nandor being so obsessed with history”

Nadja calling back to the camera crew

The vamps’ stuff being on display at the museum cause they just never claimed it

“Property of Nandor”

Nadja figuring this out from a poster

“Helen the Magic Johnson”

“That is a keychain given to me by my mommy” he’s a mommy’s boy

Nandor being so upset about his diary being called fiction

Nandor getting so angry he knocks over the display because he was accused of never having sex

Guillermo accidentally killing the birds

Colin Robinson stealing the keychain for him and rewriting the plaque to be nice for Nandor

Nandor’s smile at knowing Colin Robinson is a good friend

Guillermo dropping the animals at a nursing home

Guillermo keeping Binky

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messenger-of-stupidity · 1 year

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What did he do

Helloooo. I don’t know why I do this mini introduction things. Does anyone actually read them or do you just skip straight to the story below the cut? I don’t even know. Anyways, have some random conversations I think would happen in the mate group chat because it makes me happy.

Also I’ll never say if these conversation are based off real conversations I’ve had/seen/heard before or not. Feel free to speculate.

CW: Crack, fluff, Angel has hoes, Sweetheart likes causing drama, Baabe likes gossiping, Sam is in over his head, GN listeners (any reference towards a gender is purely for the memes)

Redacted Masterlist

<- Previous _____ Next ->

Sam has joined the chat

Angel: YEEHAW MAN!

Baabe: Chainsaw man but from Publix edition

Sam: I feel like I’ve made a mistake.

Sweetheart: oh you absolutely have but now im not the only empowered one here

Angel: and that is what we call ✨ratios✨

Angel: How fast can werewolves run?

Baabe: this feels like a beginning to a joke

Angel: no im genuinely asking for my wellbeing

Sweetheart: really fast

Sam: Not as fast as vamps, but still pretty damn fast. Dare I ask why you need to know?

Angel: he used a comma that scares me. Angel: psychopath behavior Angel: i put my dirty sock on the table

Sam: I think you misspelled ‘grammatically correct’ as ‘psychopath’

Baabe: ill pray for u angel

Angel: my funeral attire is ‘dress slutty u sluts’

Sweetheart: ha. you really think you’ll have a funeral? thats funny

Angel: ┏( ͡ಥ ﹏ ͡ಥ)┛

Sam: Has anyone heard from my mate lately?

Sweetheart: we’ll break you of your capitalization habit yet.

Angel: no y?

Baabe: are they missing i can tell ash

Angel: break up with him and date me instead

Sam: They said they were going to the pack meeting a few hours ago and haven’t come back. I’m just paranoid since the whole Quinn incident has resurfaced again.

Angel: the pack meeting isnt over yet. davey talks alot dw

Sam: Okay. Thank you, Angel.

Angel: mom he used a comma again come pick me up im scared

Baabe: dw im on my way

Sweetheart: how long do you think it will take Milo to notice I stole his shoes?

Angel: my life is over pray for me yall

Sam: Another dirty sock?

Baabe: tell. me. everything.

Angel: davey left me at costco Angel: ill never get home again Angel: he doesnt love me anymore

Sam: I can call David if you’d like. Sam: Wait, you have your phone. Why not just call him?

Angel: i have low battery so i need to text you guys and post about it on snap and insta

Sweetheart: can you stop whining already Angel? i’m outside to pick you up.

Angel: if i had a ring pop i would marry u

Angel: sam

Baabe: sniff snoff i smell tea

Angel: sam

Sam: Yes?

Angel: bippity boppity your land is now my property

Sam: I don’t know why you felt the need to text me that when I’m sitting right next to you.

Angel: because ur in monopoly jail and i dont go there for no hoe

Baabe: brutal

Sweetheart: wtf

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted angel #redacted baabe #redacted babe #redacted sam #redacted sweetheart #redacted mates group chat #crack #fluff

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jilldrawblog · 9 months

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Vamp sketch for @sir-yeehaw-paws

#metal gear solid #vamp #jillart #sir i cannot believe u have a dick knife #like SIR

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maypearlss · 10 months

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𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠

thanks for the tag @leisoree!!

rules are, post the names of all the files in your wip folder, let people send you an ask with the title that's most interesting to them, and then post a snippet or tell something about it! then tag as many people as you have wips :)

very gently tagging @camillenrose, @macabremoons, @1carusflew, @thesorrowed, @jiya-jale, and @encrucijada!

so the thing is, my wip folder is full of a bunch of old shit that i haven't thought of in months/years and that i just don't wanna share because lowkey half of the "wips" in there aren't even wips anymore, so i'm just gonna share the names of the docs that i've actually thought of within the past few months LMAO but here they are!!

"the nona incident!"

"what music they make"

"80s rock vamps"

"back on the high fantasy grind ig??"

"death x immortal enemies-to-lovers ft. yeehaw n zombies"

"save a horse, ride a cowboy"

#tag games #ask games

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quietsbbg · 6 months

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Liquid's Frog Soldiers are the all-women squad commanded by Liquid Ocelot and sometimes by Vamp (Liquid Ocelot's right-hand man by then) in MGS4. I think they're genetically enhanced and programmed by the nanomachine stuff as well. *sir-yeehaw-paws*

OH. I THOUGHT THEY WERE ACTUAL FROGS. like he'd have a frog on his shoulder as his second in command and treat it like a minion or smth he would do thay

#thank u mr paws for the explanation

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thatlesbeanjew · 2 years

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Darlin’s curled up looking and feeling miserable on Sam’s couch, sniffling and pouty. Their head is resting on Sam’s thigh as they let out a small whine of discomfort.

They managed to fight two vamps and win, they think to themselves, but it’s the pollen that takes them out?

Sam just runs a cool hand through their hair, pushing it out of their face. Not even healing magic can combat this. Fuckin’ rude.

Their sinuses are all stuffed up to headache inducing levels, their eyes are red and irritated, and they feel miserable. This is like the summer solstice, but is lasting even longer. Worst of all? They can’t smell their mate.

Just a pouty wolf suffering from spring time allergies.

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted darlin #redacted sam #yeehaw vamp #redacted headcanons #i hate pollen #my allergies are killing me #send help #:(

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ekko-loves-echo · 1 year

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Redacted character's clothing style

{solitare clan edition}

Vincent- I love the idea of Vince having a dark preppy style. Like imagine the polos and slacks but emo-style "vamp preppy".

Shoes-vans

Sam- simple modern country man you know Flannels confirmed. White tee basic flannel work jeans.(+cowboy hat)

Shoes-boots (yeehaw)

Adam-hehehe had to add my favorite lovely-stealer. Black long sleeve, leather jacket and baggy black jeans.

Shoes-combat boots

William- will everyone's favorite dilf vamp (tell me otherwise). Turtlenecks that are most likely green a grey vest and slacks.

Shoes-dress shoes

Lovely-yes eriks favorite listener to traumatize. Turtleneck's with leather jackets and cargo pants.

Shoes-vans [twining with vince]

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted solaire clan #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted adam #redacted william #redacted lovely

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Howdy~ may I ask you what you think of a certain yeehaw vamp that goes by the name of Severen Van Sickle? *She looks at the blonde curiously*

I'm afraid I haven't heard of that vamp. Where are they from?

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oh oh oh!!! for nat/quinn perhaps,,, 13, 22, 28, and 29?? if that's too many tho ofc you don't have to do all of them!!

:D!! thank you for the ask, xavier!!

yeehaw here we go okay

13. What’s their opinions on PDA?

both big fans!! they both love to be in contact with each other and find it comforting, so PDA is fairly common with them hahahaha. cuddles, hand-holding, pecks on the cheek, sitting on each other's laps, etc, etc, all of this is welcome :3

Quinn also enjoys making it Known to other people that Nat is Their Boyfriend, not in a possessive way but very much in a sort of show-off-y way lmao. Quinn gets petty with it. Quinn engages in Competitive PDA. whereas Nat is just a very cuddly vamp who likes to be close to people and welcomes any friendly contact, whether it's specifically PDA from Quinn or not

but ye, they both enjoy it!

22. How do they apologize after arguments?

Quinn initially tries to shower Nat with affection and gifts and Not Use Their Words, and while Nat does secretly enjoy this adoration, Quinn is eventually forced to come to grips with the fact that what he actually wants is just an honest conversation and for Quinn to understand what they're apologising for. in terms of apologies he's not looking for such a "please don't be mad at me anymore" bribe and instead would rather have a productive and constructive conversation about the argument. Quinn has to actually Acknowledge It out loud and not just skirt around the issue :P

on the flipside, Quinn often needs time to sulk and be Ready For an apology even after very small arguments, so Nat eventually learns to give them space n wait until they signal in some dumb Quinn-like passive-aggressive dramatic way that they desire an apology and are ~so devastated and hurt~ that Nat hasn't given them one yet and is so callously ignoring them xD despite the fact that Quinn would have been pissed-off and even more dramatic and offended if Nat did try to approach them and offer an apology while they're in sulking mode.

I mean, yeah. Yeah. Quinn has a lot of difficulty expressing genuine emotional needs directly to others, so Nat just has to let them get all the petty out of their system and wait for The Mysterious Signal, at which point he'll usually do something nice for Quinn like cook their favourite meal or pick out some flowers before attempting an apology hehe. Quinn doesn't need a deep dramatic emotional conversation and, despite how long their sulking periods tend to be, doesn't actually want to dwell on the apology much. Just a "hey, I know I fucked up and I'm sorry" is good! Anything more feels like grovelling to Quinn :P

28. What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

Quinn has stolen quite a few of Nat's hoodies lmao. Though they're not Quinn's style, they're big and cosy and smell like Nat, so Quinn loves to wear them around the house especially when Nat is away and they haven't seen him for a while. Quinn's not really the type to carry around little mementos or reminders on their person, but I think post-story Quinn probably keeps a phone background of them and Nat and can often be caught listening to the music Nat likes that Quinn always said they hated :3c

Nat has a bunch of little trinkets and accessories from Quinn that he treasures...... Quinn generally doesn't think twice about lending him stuff to fancy up his outfits if he needs to go somewhere nice, like sparkly necklaces or little floral hair pins or nail polish.... Quinn forgets about this stuff because they have a tonne of this stuff but Nat adores it all, he's not a person who indulges in fancy things very often. Quinn lends him a pretty necklace he'll wear it tucked away under his hoodie for weeks and be all silly and happy and "hehe I have a Special Treasure from my beloved" about it

but also, mostly, he's very emotionally dependent on that shampoo Quinn got him as a gift one time. like. if he'd bought it for himself he'd like it just fine, I guess, but it's specifically the fact that Quinn picked it out personally and because they thought he'd like it that makes him so happy. even though Nat doesn't put a lot of thought into caring for his hair, he uses this shampoo religiously and likes the smell of it because it reminds him of Quinn and it was a very thoughtful gift :3 Quinn was trying to find something similar to what Nat had used as a human so it would be familiar and comfy for him, but with a less harsh scent for vampire Nat n his newly sensitive nose. it was a sweet gesture!

29. What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

whether or not Nat still counts as a vegetarian even though his diet involves occasionally murdering people and drinking their blood (Nat insists yes, Quinn thinks no)

whether or not Nat still counts as a vegetarian if he buys and cooks bacon for Quinn but doesn't eat any himself (Nat thinks no, Quinn assures yes)

fdghdgh ok um proper answer, uh.......

Nat is and has always been a super thrifty person with a sixth sense for hunting down free furniture on the side of the road, and Quinn is. not a fan. Like. You don't know where that's been. You don't know what's happened to that couch. What do you need another dresser for? Is that even going to fit through the stairwell?

so often Nat finds a sick coffee table and is like "Quinn it's free we gotta" and Quinn is like "no there's a weird stain on it and what if it's full of bugs or termites and also we don't need it" and Nat is like "but Quinn it's so solid and it will look so nice with that armchair I also got off the side of the road and the bugs in that weren't too hard to get rid of" and Quinn is like "wait do you mean the armchair I was sitting in earlier? that's a Bug Armchair? you let me sit in a Bug Armchair? why did you keep it if bugs???" and so on and so forth

Nat is not nearly picky enough when it comes to just nabbing free mystery furniture of unknown history and origins, and the very idea of mystery furniture of unknown history and origins in general makes Quinn feel queasy. they do compromise, though??? Quinn occasionally just sets Nat loose in various op shops to hunt down whatever cheap used mystery furniture he wants because at least in an op shop there's at least a bit more of a vetting process before it gets put up for sale lmao. AND Quinn gets the final call if there are any weird stains

it scratches Nat's itch to be thrifty but is not hazardous to anyone's health lmao

#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

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korgbelmont · 2 years

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Choices Insiders July 2022

So here we are once more. Lets look over this months Insiders!

RAMBLE ALERT!

I selected Gabe for this. I know we've only had the first two chapters with the wide release yesterday, but I really like her character and will definitely be playing her romance route.

Need a little more drama in your life? Or maybe some adorable twin sidekicks? The Nanny Affair 3 is now in-app and is releasing weekly on Fridays for all!

So I was mostly curious about how they were going to explain Addison was still alive which they have done. I'll be interested to see how the rest of the book plays out.

Do you like talking bears? 'Cause we've got plenty of talking bears. The Cursed Heart is now releasing for all players weekly on Wednesdays!

I am enjoying the Cursed Heart, it's interesting how they've gone about explaining some of the lore through the storypages. I haven't been selecting the flame options which does make the book more enjoyable for me.

Alongside The Cursed Heart, we've got the Immortal Desires soundtrack to celebrate yesterday's (June 6th) Wide Release debut!

Although we've only had the two chapters, I am enjoying Immortal Desires. I'm definitely interested to see how this book will play out and what the two Vamps at the beginning have to do with it all.

Yeehaw! Untameable’s VIP Finale was last month and word on the ranch is that we’re getting a book 2. And if you can handle more excitement, Surrender had its VIP and Wide Release finales and will ALSO be receiving a sequel! You get a sequel and you get a sequel!

I feel like I've said in previous posts all I can about Surrender BK1, so I'll leave that. I was actually slightly surprised to see that Untameable got a sequel greenlit, Curious to see what that will be like. Kit has grown on me throughout the chapters and like how they've developed her character.

Get ready for this month’s VIP release, Murder at Homecoming! Will your special night go swimmingly? Or will you struggle to keep your head above water?

In anticipation for launch day, we dug through the evidence room and got some sneak peeks for you:

So I'm wondering what the green is that was used to write that. And I'm guessing maybe the razor is the murder weapon or something.

While we take all that in, let’s check on the coded message we received from the book team:

We’re stumped. Time to bust out your detective skills and solve this one for us

I've said before I'm useless with these emoji puzzle things, so not going to try and figure this out. Best I can do is the first two maybe being about the titular Homecoming, but that's it.

Going based on the description on the app store for Murder at Homecoming, I'm guessing that there may be some kind of high up links to it all or something. We'll see when it arrives.

And last, but not least… The definition of BTS: A work-in-progress art sneak peak for you!

I have seen the fully finished cover, and it does look like that we will be playing as a student MC for this book.

Any news about Blades of Light and Shadow 2? The anticipated sequel to Blades is currently in pre-production. We do not have a specific release time for the book, but rest assured, it is coming and we will update the community once we have more information.

There's not really much I can say about Blades II at the moment as we don't have any information and I can only speculate.

No new VIP titles, so there isn't really much that can be said there. It looks like we won't be getting a book publicly in August, but the Autumn looks like it is lining up to be quite interesting.

Surrender BK2 is earlier than I thought it would be, didn't expect that until maybe middle of next year, but there we are.

We’re looking forward to the launch days of The Phantom Agent, Kiss of Death, and Guinevere, and the excitement doesn’t stop there. Make sure to keep an eye out for evidence, suspects, and sneak peeks as we release more details about Murder at Homecoming. How will you search for justice during the night of your life?

I'm going to do a separate post about Murder at Homecoming's release and talk a bit about The Princess Swap as well. So for now that's it for this month.

Hope everyone is doing well and keeping safe!

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices insiders #thoughts and theories

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