#wip: crash stardom

[mysticstarlightduck]

Ten random sibling questions!

Thank you so much for the tag, @thelovelymachinery (here)!

I'll go with Arden and Fabian from Crash Stardom! for this one (ps. context: Those two are biologically cousins BUT they grew up together and Arden raised Fabian like a brother).

Arden's pronouns are He/They Fabian's pronouns are He/Him

TW. Mentions of past SA in Arden's "Biggest Fears" section and very questionable stuff happening to Arden in the past

1. Biggest fears

Arden is absolutely terrified of Lenny, the son of a capo from the local mob who once stalked and took advantage of Arden in his own apartment (after Arden had broken up their and Lenny's toxic 'situationship' from hell and told Lenny to never come back). That incident left both Arden and Fabian severely traumatized - because Lenny essentially broke into their apartment and did whatever he wanted to Arden - then 18-19 - while Fabian (WHO WAS 12 AT THE TIME) was locked safely in another room, so he luckily didn't see anything but he still heard the scuffle.

Arden is also terrified of something bad happening to Fabian. They fear they have failed Fabes as a guardian, because they were unprepared at the time they took him in, and also because Arden blames themself for being (in their words) "too broke" to give Fabian the life they wanted him to have. Arden also spiralled pretty badly after everything that happened. They are also afraid that, if they wipe out the mob with their serial killing, something terrible may happen to Fabian too.

Fabian's worst fear is being helpless or unable to protect the people he loves the most. That incident in their past left Fabian with a deep fear of being trapped or helpless while someone needs his help, and he tends to also be afraid of being unable to prevent Arden from losing themself in that need for revenge.

2. Pet peeves

Arden can't stand the smell of whiskey, and also hates repetitive, annoying sounds like constant clicking, people chewing (they will smack a bitch if they hear that) or old clocks ticking. They also dislike the feeling of not having taking a shower in a day, and hate being constantly interrupted.

Fabian hates too-greasy food, or eating soggy things that aren't supposed to be soggy, like cereal or cookies. He hates that feeling of being too tired but unable to sleep, and also dislikes songs that get annoyingly stuck in his head for too long.

3. Favourite after school snack

Neither of them really went to school. Arden ran away from home at 11 years old, with a 5 year old Fabian in tow, to escape a dangerous environment. They got by as homeless runaways/street kids on their own for years, until Arden started working as an errand boy for the mob when they were 14, and Fabian was 8, and was able to afford a small, slightly questionable, apartment. When Arden was 16-17, he started working for the mob's clubs to pay off their debts.

Besides that, Arden's favorite snack is pizza rolls, and Fabian's favorite snack is chocolate chip cookies.

4. Favourite after school activity

Same context as before, so I'll answer this simply as 'favorite pastime/hobby'.

Fabian loves watching old cartoons and has a collection of pirated CDs with his favorite childhood sitcoms, animated movies and romcom films. His favorite pastime is to watch those movies in his free time.

Arden likes shoplifting beauty items, like nail polish, makeup and hair creams, which they store at home, and take great pride in how it helps them feel they've improved their appearance. Arden also loves sleeping whenever they can, and often can be found scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

5. What is their relationship like with each other?

Growing up, their bond was incredibly strong. They were all each other ever really had, and even if Arden wasn't the most well-equipped or overly responsible guardian, they cared more about Fabian than they ever cared about themself. Fabian always idolized Arden and looked up to them, seeing them as a hero.

However, after the incident with Lenny, Arden spiraled badly, resorting to drinking and becoming addicted to Elixir as a way to drown out the trauma of what had happened. Arden started spending more and more time at the clubs and less time at home. Soon after, they (Arden) turned to hunting down mobsters and killing them in both an act of revenge to let out their pent-up rage but also a desperate vigilantism to keep Fabian from ever becoming a target of those people. At first, Fabian kept trying to be there for Arden, and Arden didn't mean to push him away, however, by the time Fabian was 17, Arden's assassination missions started becoming bolder and more dangerous, putting their own life on the line again and again. Fabian couldn't stand the constant worry, and when he tried to convince Arden to let go of that revenge quest, they both argued badly, which resulted on them becoming estranged for a year.

6. Were they raised together?

Yes, they were. Fabian ended up under the guardianship of his uncle and aunt (Arden's parents) when he was 3, after his own biological parents died in a freak accident. However, Arden's parents were very abusive/toxic, and Arden ended up running away from home at 11, taking 5-year-old Fabian to safety too. Arden raised Fabian under their wing like an older brother/sibling would.

7. What did they enjoy doing together?

Fabian and Arden used to love watching old comedy movies and shows together and even staying up late to watch cartoons. Whenever Arden would come home late from the clubs where they (Arden) worked for the mob, they would pick up Fabian and take him to either get some ice cream or order cheap take out. Arden also was the person who taught Fabian how to shoot, and how to pick locks.

8. What is their favourite thing about eachother?

Fabian's favorite thing about Arden is how they always know how to deal with any situation that comes their way, no matter how jarring. He also admires how Arden had always been so resilient and confident - how they never let anyone talk shit to them and how they always snap back at insults with a smirk, no matter what storm they're dealing with behind the scenes. He also is deeply thankful for everything that Arden has given up and gone through in the past just to give him (Fabian) the childhood they (Arden) never had.

Despite Arden having a more jaded, 'shoot first ask questions later' kind of worldview, they admire how Fabian - despite everything that has happened to them both - is able to still dream about a brighter future and trust people, an ability Arden was never quite able to recover after everything that has happened. Arden also appreciates how Fabian always seems to find ways genuinely cheer them up - as well as anyone around them - no matter how bleak a situation is.

9. What do they hate about the other?

Fabian hates how self-destructive Arden can get, because while he understands that Arden didn't deal well with the crap that happened to them, he hates how they have such a low self-esteem where destroying themself for the sake of feeling numb or even getting even seems like a reasonable option. He also can't stand how sometimes Arden gets so reckless and blinded by rage, that their revenge seems to matter more than anything ever would to them.

Arden sometimes thinks that Fabian is overly naive and that he sees the world through rose-tinted glasses, and that he doesn't understands - what Arden understands - that sometimes bad things need to be done for good reasons or to keep them both safe. They also hate how Fabian wants them to 'think things through' when it comes to making the people who hurt them pay, something that Arden sees as stifling.

10. How do other people see them?

Everyone knows not to mess with either of them - estranged or not, they are the definition of 'never one without the other'. Even the most hardened criminals know that if you mess with Arden, you'll have to handle Fabian's revenge (even if he doesn't kill, he can be QUITE the thorn in the side to have) and if anyone hurts Fabian....well that person won't wake up in one piece, and will probably have a very, very painful demise by Arden's hands.

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Tag game: The one word test

Rules: Chose one word, and only one word, that spoils your entire wip but the audience will have to read the book to find out why

my word for memoriam:

Dragon

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ʟᴏꜱ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ || Teaser

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

❧𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Pre-War!Cooper Howard x fem!Reader

❧𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧g: E / MATURE! Minors, DO NOT interact!

❧ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: nothing yet but it will get really explicit

❧𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: ~1200 words

❧𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You're an up and coming actress and he's America's sweetheart. (WIP summary)

❧ɴᴏᴛᴇ: This is my current WIP but be prepared for it to be so much longer and juicer and drama filled. I just wanted to get this out so y'all can see I am indeed COOKING !!! Also, A Man and His Dog was based off of A Boy and His Dog so that is what I based it off of!

You have been in the acting game for far too long. Originally you were advertising royalty. Your mom first put you into commercial gigs at the young age of five. Luckily for your mom, BlamCo Mac & Cheese was looking for the new poster child. Your face was plastered on billboards all around Hollywood. “Nothing says dinner like BlamCo Mac & Cheese. Bring the family together for a dish everyone will enjoy.” This phrase will forever be etched into the grooves of your brain. But as all gigs go, you outgrew BlamCo. Once you hit age ten, you couldn’t be the cutesy little kid telling families to eat the most disgusting mac and cheese known to man. Like many gigs will do, you were dropped from the gig. It paid well. Well, it paid your mom well.

She would go on lavish vacations without you. Only leaving you with a babysitter. This babysitter ended up raising you. Your mom would also buy herself expensive dresses and handbags. What would you get? Hand Me downs of whatever wardrobe on commercials could give you. This was a common theme early on in your career. The money you made was promised to you once you hit eighteen. Enough money to go to college and make a name for yourself professionally. After the BlamCo gig, you hit a dry spell. No one wanted a kid going through puberty as the face of their brand. With money getting tight, your mom signed you up for every and any background character role in a film and TV show she could. That’s where Nuka Cola noticed you.

Upon hitting sixteen, Nuka Cola representatives came up to your mom offering you a four year contract to be the face of Nuka Cola. It paid insanely well. So you did it. Another gig with your face plastered everywhere. From highway billboards to full body cut outs of you in Red Rockets across the country, you were back in the limelight. But those four years went by quickly. Once the contract ended, you were eighteen. You were excited to throw your acting career away. Child stardom was too damn much. College was going to be a fresh start for you! To no one’s surprise, you never got your money. To make it worse, your mom kicked you out of the house. She didn’t see you as profitable anymore. Mainly because you are old enough to go your own way.

Due to all these gigs, you never had time to make friends. So you took to crashing on random old co-star’s couches. You were back to background gigs. Which paid okay but not enough to help pay for college. Sadly, that was a dream you could never catch. It took three years for you to finally get your foot back in the door with big acting gigs. That gig being A Man and His Dog. A film in which you play the main female character who is supposed to seduce the main lead. It wasn’t really a film expected to go anywhere. The lead was a man straight out of the Sino-American War who had never acted a day in his life. This was also your first big gig, you’re not one to talk. Unknown to you, that man would become western movie royalty. A young and disgruntled Cooper Howard.

First day on set was odd. No one really talked to you. Not even the director. There was no way you were to know if you were doing the role justice. They had you in a wedding dress with white face paint. It was embarrassing. You stand near your trailer, lighting up a cigarette during lunch. Rent was due that night and you had no money to pay it. If this gig didn’t make a lot of money, you’re screwed. With a shaky breath, you look down at the ground. You’re getting cigarette ash all over this dress. Wardrobe is going to kill you.

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

The southern voice takes you out of your thoughts as you look up. You rub your eyes, messing up the makeup you have on. Now your hand is stained white. Great. Cooper walks over to you before leaning against your trailer. He takes out a cigarette of his own and begins to smoke with you. This is the first person to speak with you and it's the lead of the film. You try to act natural but you’re smitten. There is some charm he holds. Maybe it’s the fact you’re playing weird lovers in the film or the fact you have never been in contact with such a gorgeous man before. This moment right now makes you realize you’ve never had your first kiss. Your life has been acting gig after acting gig. No time for personal relationships.

“Are ya just gon’ stare at me?” He chuckles, voice smooth like whiskey.

You clear your throat and shake your head.

“Sorry, I’m not used to small talk.” Is all you can truly muster.

He offers you a kind smile. One that feels like sickly sweet honey on a hot day. It makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. He already has you wrapped around his finger. Maybe it’s the southern drawl that burns like a good bourbon. He is one hell of a charmer.

“Ain’t small talk unless you want it to be.” He takes a long drag from his cigarette, licking his bottom lip.

“You’re killing it by the way. The director is- pardon my language- a dick.” Cooper scoffs, shaking his head. He flicks his cigarette onto the ground and stomps on it which causes you to do it to your own.

You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You can tell me that.” You turn to face him, leaning against your own trailer.

Maybe this set wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

-

During set, you would crash at Cooper’s apartment. A tiny place near filming. You ended up getting evicted because you couldn’t afford rent. It was only logical you still find somewhere to crash. You’re lucky you became close with Cooper. He’s a gentleman. Made you feel at home. You opened up about your childhood and he opened up about war.

War. It was a scary thing. His stories kept you on the edge of your seat. Here you were, thinking you had a tough past. Almost all of Cooper’s friends are dead because of the war. You could only comfort him.

-

After filming wrapped, you were thrusted into the world of press. The press tour with Cooper was something else. The director wanted you two to lean into a facade. He wanted the both of you to act like lovers. This was to sell the film, lean into that romance your two characters had. You couldn’t flirt for shit without a script. Cooper, however, was a complete natural.

You followed Cooper’s lead. You know it was all an act but you were falling for him. Hard. He was the first man to ever give you the time of day. You knew it was fake flirting but every blush that he caused was real. The film ended up being big enough to push both Cooper and you into the spotlight. Now you’re landing gigs like crazy as well as him.

You both play lovers again in another western B-film. This one didn’t have the same success as the prior film but it was still another film you did with Cooper.

Part One

[littleladymab]

WIP Aesthetic Tag!

I was tagged by @mysticstarlightduck (please check out her rad post for her project, CRASH STARDOM!)

Rules: Make a moodboard for your WIP, a playlist (3+ songs/music will suffice but it can be as long as you want) and describe the Vibe of your WIP.

So, let's go again with the gorls ;) so also, WIP intro post fr?!

🌟THE STARS WILL CONSUME US🌟

✨Moodboard✨

✨Playlist✨

"Freeze the Fall" by One Left Standing

"Terraforming, One Bullet at a Time" by Justin E. Bell

"Lepidopterophobia" by Skye Lewis

"Built to Kill" by Oleksa Lozowchuk

"The Voices Return" from Arcane

"Sleeping in the Cold Below" by Keith Power

✨Vibes✨

Run down space station just doing its best against the tyrannies of a distant empire, pirates, and its own inhabitants

You look into the void of space and the void of space looks back

When all that is strange and unknowable becomes the shape of a girl, an even stranger and greater unknown

If something knocks on the other side of the airlock, don't answer the door

Sapphic yearning

What happens when everyone you thought you knew turns out to be a lie?

"Turns out you can punch a ghost."

and, most importantly:

I'm giving special shoutouts to @strangeharpy, @citadelofswords, and @jadeoxfordrose for the use of their gorls 🤭

Taglist, if you would like to do this or just see about my project!

@bottlingsound (i've been meaning to make something with knight lite!),

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@sentfromwolves @ybotter

@luukeskywalker @scribble-dee-vee

@redtailedhawk90 (you did give me 👀 on the wip word game! surprise!)

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[ssinboo]

down bad.

summary: You and your long time bestfriend smoke together

or

in reply to this lovely ask!

pairing: DJ!Bad boy!Vernon x Fem!Reader

word count: 1.6k (8~ minute read)

warnings: drinking, partying, weed, very explicit making out, extremely inaccurate drug use (I have asthma, i have never come even close to a single weed)

a/n: Sooo incredibly thankful for the unending love on my previous fics! The past two months have been so hectic and all your comments gave me so much joy!! I apologise for being M.I.A, but I am working on the second part of As it was! as well as some very abandoned wips!

With a hypnotising smile, Vernon Chwe waltzed into your life like he belonged. A part-time DJ at the place you waited tables during your first semester, he was a womanising, chain smoking, asshole.

He was also your best – read: only, – friend.

You just got each other. his awkward, out of this world kind of humour was just up your alley. It wasn’t uncommon for you to burst out laughing at a stupid meme sent in your chat.

Tonight, he was DJing at a new club, a high-stakes sort of place downtown that had lines that wrapped around the block every Friday night.

This could very well be the moment he will make it to stardom.

Heading straight for the venue after your shift, you make quick work of wading through the crowd to find your bestie. And he’s talking to a guy, looking all important.

You blow him a kiss, which he makes a show out of catching and placing his palm over his lips.

The stubborn butterflies that find your stomach don’t go unnoticed.

You did have a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, little crush on your best friend. Maybe it wasn’t so little, after all. Not when he plagued your mind 24/7 with flirty smirks and caring gestures.

Vernon was a touchy guy by nature, his hands always finding their way to your body; Which wasn’t an issue at first but quickly developed into a problem as you found yourself falling for him.

“Hey, handsome,” You greet him, immediately getting pulled into his arms.

“There’s my girl,” Not a cell in your body can resist his warm words, you were his girl and would always be. Vernon wraps his arm around your neck, kissing your cheek.

You’d picked out his fit for tonight, an all-black ensemble with a knitted black top and cross jewellery, your favourite. But it still messes with your heart to see the chain draped over his collarbones.

“Thought you weren’t comin’.”

“Oh, please, I couldn’t miss your biggest gig yet.”

He smiles, nuzzling against your temple.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” The guy he was previously talking to finally makes his presence known.

“Nah…” Vernon laughs, “Man, you know I don’t do relationships– This is my homegirl, my best friend. She’s my ride or die.”

There’s only so many times you can hear those words and still have a reaction.

You force a smile, telling the stranger your name.

He’s a little shorter than Vernon with a slender figure and a defined chest that is visible even through his shirt. Bleached blond hair that falls over his forehead flawlessly and bedroom eyes. God, hot people only hung out with hotter people.

“I’m Chan, nice to meet ya.”

“Chan’s a dancer, you have to see him, man. He’s fucking amazin’” Despite his arm not leaving your shoulders, Vernon emphasises his words with large gestures, sending your head crashing against his chest more than once.

You slap at his arm, smoothing down your hair before turning to acknowledge Chan.

“Well, I’ll keep my eye out for you.”

Chan smiles.

You hear Vernon’s name being called out.

“That’s my cue,” He kisses your hair, and reaches out his hand to fist bump Chan.

“Give em’ hell, pretty boy,” You cheer, watching him walk away.

Before you can even dread the awkwardness of losing your common friend, Chan is easing you into conversation.

“Come on, let me get you a drink? I’ll show you the best spot on the floor.”

He takes you to a corner close enough to the stage where you can see Vernon but not insanely close to the booming speakers. You’re more than happy to have room to breathe in the packed club.

Chan returns with your drinks; he brings you a fruity cocktail with pretty colours and an undertaste you can’t be bothered to figure out.

Vernon is a master at reading a crowd.

He can and will pick out the exact song to fit the mood, he knows by heart every timing to drop the beat and get the best reaction. You always find your body moving against your will when you watch him.

“Do you dance?” Chan leans over, having to scream in your ears over the music.

You shake your head vigorously, denying this mischievous look he bears.

“Come on?” He reaches for your hand and since your drinks have long been discarded, you don’t have an excuse.

Chan escorts you to the floor, where it is a lot more packed than your excluded corner. The blinking LEDs are almost blinding, especially when they follow the beat.

Once you stop caring about your own inability to dance, you realise how right Vernon was: Chan is a fucking dancing machine.

His body is moving in ways you could never imagine someone could, every turn of his hips dripping in precision. Now, with the alcohol simmering in your bloodstream and Chan’s contagious moves, you can’t help but find yourself swaying along with the pounding bass.

Two hours.

That’s how long you’re having fun on the dance floor with Chan to the sound of Vernon’s carefully curated playlist.

You were so enraptured by the ambience, you happened to miss the way Vernon’s eyes did not leave your figures once.

And you think you might have gotten yourself a new friend. The night was so much fun in his presence and as Vernon is walking toward you both, it can only get more fun, right?

You smile, jumping in your place with open arms to congratulate him.

“You killed it!” You exclaim, clinging to his arm.

Vernon is burying himself in your arms, nuzzling at your neck.

“Dude, you are the best DJ they’ve ever had,” Chan taps at his shoulder, joining in on your praise.

“Oh, I’m sure of that!”

“Seriously?” Vernon questions, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He can smell the lingering fruity scent of your drinks.

“Of course!” Chan agrees.

You nod.

“I’ll trust your judgement, then,” He chuckles. “Wanna get outta here?” Vernon turns to you before looking at Chan.

Shrugging, you both look at Chan – Who has the slyest smile ever.

“Oh, hell yeah, I got something for you.”

You weren’t a big smoker. Sure you ‘dabbled’ every now and then, mostly whenever Vernon had some and you were in the mood to relax. OKay, maybe every now and then means twice and the last time, you thought you were going to die because you stood up too fast and got dizzy.

But Vernon and Chan are so into it right now.

Vernon is splayed out on his beaten up couch, laying against you with his legs over the second-hand coffee table you had to gorilla glue back together after it broke during moving.

And Chan is spread over the armchair, blunt between his pointer and thumb as he talks about the artful choreography of Michael Jackson’s thriller – Though, you zoned out minutes ago.

It’s only when Vernon is nudging at your side, offering you the blunt when you wake up.

“I’m not sure…” You whisper quietly, “You remember last time, it was too much.”

Vernon licks at his chapped lips, leaning back straight. He glances at Chan for a second before he stares back at you. “ We can try something else, might be better than pullin’ straight from it.”

You have no idea what he means by that, but you trust him.

So when against your better judgement, Vernon brings the burning bud to his lips, chest rising as he pulls, you’re surprised. But he doesn’t inhale or exhale, no.

He reaches for your cheeks, pulling your lips toward his. So close, untouching yet you can feel him so clearly.

The smoke tickles at your lips, stinging at your eyes until you say fuck it and inhale. You feel its warmth at first, following its path through your system, lazily pooling into your lungs with its languid daze.

And you think it’s all he will do, just so you will smoke and that was the plan. But when Vernon watched your eyelids droop above your adoring gaze, he couldn’t hold it anymore.

So he crashes his tongue into your parted mouth, devouring your taste with an unfound hunger; Specially when you’re humming so sweetly into his lips. It’s nothing near a chaste peck. Saliva drips from your connected lips, his grip on your neck tightens, bringing you further into him so he can ravish every bit of your eager tongue.

There’s a heat that burns in your chest, hotter than the blunt he holds between his pointer and thumb. And you melt into the shape of his body, dripping, seeping into every crevice, fingers reaching for his chest, curious touch mapping out every inch of his skin you can grasp.

You’re moaning against his lips, brain hazy under the intoxicating drug that he exudes. You wrap your arms around his neck, closing yourself off to the world and diving deeply into the perfect bubble he has created for you two and leans into you, chest rising and falling into yours.

And when the kiss ends, you’re panting, lips covered in a mixture of your saliva and his, reddened and swollen with his attention. Vernon smiles, running his tongue along your lips.

“Do you feel it?” He whispers, pressing kisses along your jaw.

“Huh?”

Oh, you feel nothing but the bubbling desire that pools along your stomach, burning through your veins with its lingering longing. By kissing you, Vernon has given you a taste of heaven, so how must you go on, knowing what his lips feel like?

You’re so busy with your thoughts of his kisses, you don’t notice the show Vernon makes of running his lips along your neck or the wink he sends Chan.

Vernon liked to say he wasn’t a possessive person, especially when it came to material assets, he wasn’t attached to his laptop or phone, and would happily lend his clothes to friends.

But when it came to you, there weren’t limits to his possessiveness, you were his from the moment you first smiled at him.

“…Fuck,” Chan grunts, looking down at his very obvious hard-on.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Me but instead of a fic its my WIP Crash Stardom! 😀💀

When you’re writing your silly little fic and then realize you’re actually using it to process some things.

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Extra 2.0 OC Favorites!

Let's go with Beck Staudder and Aspen Staudder from Crash Stardom! for this one (:

Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast and if they're an introvert/ambivert/extrovert then change up any one of the five favorite things categories for the next round. BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!

Beck Staudder

Favorites:

Color: Deep Crimson

Shoe: Fancy Dress Shoes with a slight heel

Weapon: Pistol/Gun

Food: Roasted Chicken Skewers with cheese

Drink: Fresh Blood

Style: Flowy ruffled shirt with slightly poofy sleeves, fancy arm braces, black trousers and sometimes a coat.

Mode of Transportation: Shadowmancy (uses shadows to travel when in full health and unshackled) or driving around

Animal: Red Fox

Pastime: Crocheting and Macramé

Breakfast: Chocolate Croissants

Personality: Introvert and ✨T R A U M A T I Z E D✨

Songs:

Headlock - Imogen Heap

Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold

Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

So Cold - Ben Cocks, Nikisha Reyes-Pile

everything I wanted - Billie Eilish

Aspen Staudder

Favorites:

Color: Turquoise

Season: Spring

Shoe Choice: Knee-High Converse

Weapon: Her claws

Food Choice: Pasta with Bolognese sauce and cheese

Drink: Mildly Hot Chocolate

Style: Comfy sweaters or hoodies in earthy tones, grey tights and denim or twill shorts, or in chillier weather sweatpants/jeans.

Mode of Transportation: Walking around - sometimes she asks Beck to drive her around

Animal: Opossum (she's got those possum vibes LMAO)

Pastime: Watching niche 50s movies

Breakfast: Eggs and sausages

Personality: Ferally Introverted

Songs:

Bad Dreams - Faouzia

Pale - Within Temptation

Fangs - Neoni

Unsweetened Lemonade - Amélie Farren

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

Source for pictures: Pinterest, all rights reserved to rightful developers

My Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri,

@lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

@thelovelymachinery @an-indecisive-nerd

@zinabug-writes @dahliaontherun @stillalivelol666

@fifis-corner

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[mysticstarlightduck]

Five Lines Tag!

Thank you for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

I'll go with some lines from Crash Stardom! and What Lurks In The Hollow!

A line describing a location: (What Lurks In The Hollow)

It wasn’t long until the wheels slowly bumped to a halt over the gravel in front of what once was the family lakehouse. Now… well it was still a house - in that, it was still standing and wasn’t yet a complete ruin. But that’s about all that could be said for the place’s homely appeal. 

The paint over the wooden walls had chipped away with the wind, eaten by time and weather, while at least two of the visible first and second-floor windows were either cracked or broken. Its wide porch was covered in dust, scattered leaves, and crumpled fliers, and the grass that peeked around the house to the woods that led down to the lake behind it was dead and overgrown. 

A line that is a lie: (Crash Stardom!)

There was the familiar sound of a door unlocking and the barely noticeable creak of the handle, as steps swiftly shuffled inside, into the penthouse. Noah scrambled up from where he was laying on the couch mindlessly scrolling for what had to have been at least 2 hours, only to see Tristan staggering into the living room.

And his brother looked...different.

His usual confident swagger was replaced by uneasy jittering, deep, dark circles under his eyes, pupils clearly blown wide for some odd reason. His skin was paler than usual, makeup smudged. There was an attempt at his usual smirk as he greeted Noah, but it felt hollow.

Noah opened and closed his mouth a few times before he actually managed to speak, "Tristan, you're late. Very late. It's almost 3 AM. And you don't look okay either. What's going on?" His eyes narrowed, and he noticed something on the lapel of his brother's jacket. It looked like sparkles of white powder. "And what is that?"

Tristan's smile faltered for a moment, and he quickly moved to brush off the evidence as if it could erase it from existence, "Oh, this? Must be some sugar from my coffee." He chuckled. It sounded like gravel, and Noah didn't like the way Tristan seemed to look away from him, "You know I like my latte extra sweet!"

Noah's eyes narrowed further in suspicion, "But it doesn't -"

"It's sugar," Tristan cut him off, voice louder than he expected, startling them both. He took a deep breath, forcing another smile, "Just sugar. I must've wiped my hands on my jacket after making my coffee. Just that. Okay, kid?"

His words, as careful as he was to keep them gentle, held a clipped edge that made it more than clear he really didn't talk about it today or ever again.

Noah sighed, not at all conviced but not wanting an argument today, "Alright, alright." He gestured dismissively, "Let's just...watch some TV show or something."

Tristan's smile grew more genuine, and there was an innocent spark of joy to his eyes that made Noah feel a bit lighter as the taller man beelined it for the couch, "Yay! I'm picking the movie."

A line about exhaustion: (What Lurks In The Hollow)

Her legs were burning by the time they started to reach a clearing. Over her shoulder, the garbled growling of whatever the fuck was the creature chasing them mixed with their own ragged, panicked breaths as they scrambled forward as fast as humanly possible, not caring at how the thickets and brambles seemed to scrape at their exposed skin leaving shallow cuts.

Amy tried to ignore how the small branches and vines seemed to be moving on their own, as if alive and reaching to hold them back. She couldn't ignore it. Her hand was still gripping Zach's arm as tightly as possible as he ran beside her. She didn't want either of them to fall.

She made a mental note to apologize for any bruising later.

Then, they finally plunged out of the woods, jumping into the lakeshore's grassy meadow and letting themselves tumble out as rocks and dirt gave way underfoot. They kept moving forward, half running half falling, until the forest was far, far behind them.

Sparing a quickly glance behind them, Amy saw the creature's sillhoutte fade into the treeline, as if it were nothing but a shadow. It didn't step out of the edge of the woods, though it seemed to stomp around angrily, letting out a shrill, frustrated hiss, before disappearing for good.

Only then did she let herself collapse onto the ground, and Zach was soon to follow, falling beside her on a crumpled heap that accidentally sent her rolling an inch more away, after almost awkwardly falling on top of her.

They didn't speak for a long, long moment, trying to catch their breath as if their airways were dried up by desert sand. Amy was shaking, though she couldn't know if it was out of fear from seeing an eldritch abomination come to life or exhaustion from the sudden, unwelcome death cardio. Probably both.

When she finally lifted her head off the ground, the words slipped past her lips in a blur, "...W-What the in the hell was that?"

A comforting line: (Crash Stardom!)

The damp cold seemed to creep into his bones from every wall around them and burrow itself into his soul. It did nothing to soothe the way the melted skin on his back made his every breath feel like death crawling closer. Honestly it hurt so much that for a moment he wished it was.

But then his ears twitched towards the sound of quiet whimpering that made his heart clench and shatter. His eyes flew open, a blood red glow lighting the moonlit darkness of the cell.

Aspen was crying.

He hated that she was crying. But he knew why she was - he knew all too well. Those bastards made her watch, and he swore he'd tear every one of their throats once he was healed enough.

For now, he couldn't. He couldn't even move, let alone fight. All Beck could do was try to help her. And so he did. His voice was coarse like sandpaper, from all the screams he held back, and there were tears in his own eyes, but he pretended nothing was wrong.

"Hey... sunflower," He spoke the nickname in their native language, and that made her look up, her arms still wrapped up around her knees like a music box wound up too tight.

His head lolled to the side, turning to her, trying to coax Aspen to look him in the eyes. Beck knew she wanted to help. But there was nothing she could feasibly do. Not about the burns from the silver. Not about the cell. Or about the Reapers. So he came up with something harmless instead, a distraction. Maybe a small measure of hope, or comfort. "How... how about you do those little braids in my hair..." He keened, speaking felt like the air was being punched out of his lungs, but he kept going, in their language, as he gestured to his long, equally blood red hair that had once been a source of pride, and now was just another matted mess, "Just l-like you used to? If you can smile a little bit, I'll even tell you something...very cool."

Beck watched her with rapt attention - for a moment, the teen didn't respond at all, stuck in place, eyes distant. But then, a spark of movement, and she gave him the tiniest of nods, shuffling to his side. Only then he let himself breathe a little bit easier, even though the burns in his back made him regret it almost as soon as he did.

A line about the unexpected (I'm going with someone getting surprised for this one lol): (What Lurks In The Hollow)

With all of that out of the way, Amy made her way back downstairs, slower this time. Before long, she'd reached the back door and walked out into the yard, all dry earth and dead grass, and spotted Dylan standing by the basement hatch, with his back turned to the direction she came from. A mischievous idea popped into her mind, and Amy quietly stepped through the threshold, avoiding the creaking wooden steps beneath and skipping to the raw dirt outside. She swiftly crossed the distance between them before he could turn around, careful to minimize the crunching of the gravel beneath the soles of her sneakers, until she stood right behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi, Dylan!" She exclaimed, breaking the silence in a child-like fashion, much like a jumpscare from a videogame. And it had the intended effect, with Dylan practically jumping out of his own skin with a short yelp, his hand flying to his chest like an old lady clutching her pearls, before whirling around to face her, startled out of his train of thought.

"What the fuck, Amy!?" Dylan shouts, startled, while his sister just giggles at the sight, "You almost gave me a heart attack - we're in the middle of the woods and you know it gives me the creeps. Fucking hell." He grumbles, through gritted teeth.

Amy chuckled, "C'mon. It was the perfect opportunity - I wasn't about to waste it!" She said, cherishing the last of the situation's humor before letting the matter go, as Dylan's mutterings of annoyance continued, "So. Why were you standing here like that? Cosplaying a scarecrow?" The teen asked, with a smirk.

Dylan rolled his eyes, "No. It's that we've got another goddamn problem. I managed to get the generator to turn the lights on, that you can see but," He paused, reaching into the basement hatch and prying it open again, the rusted metal screeching as it moved, revealing what used to be the path into the basement, "I can't get to the boiler room down there. The fucking stairs are broken."

My Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri,

@lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

@thelovelymachinery @an-indecisive-nerd

@zinabug-writes @fifis-corner

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[mysticstarlightduck]

Yay! 📂(I'm a little confused but very enthusiastic so tell me if I did it wrong!)

You did it right, no worries! (I'm new to this game myself lol)

Let's go with a few fun facts from Crash Stardom! (:

Crash Stardom!

Tristan Mallory's favorite breakfast is pancakes, especially with strawberry syrup or honey & butter. He always drinks latte's and hates decaf coffee.

Arden Ellis has a habit of always sleeping in the couch. It started out of necessity when they and Fabian were teens living in a cramped 1-bedroom apartment. Fabian was a kid so Arden gave him the bedroom and stuck to the couch. Afterwards, even as they moved to more spacious apartments and hideouts, and even when Arden started living on his own, the habit of sleeping in the couch remains.

Randall Sloanne can speak human languages because he is a Mammal-based Abissian Fish-based Abissians (like Osian who was a giant manta ray Abissian) don't have the proper vocal apparatus to speak in any other language that isn't Seafolk, and trying to speak human causes those specific Abissians a lot of pain.

Beck Staudder loves all kinds of animals, no matter the size, and would never kill an animal. However he has strong entomophobia and despises insects of any kind.

Derya Muirenn has a tendency to sleepwalk, walking around her father's manor and doing things (like opening and closing the fridge, staring at her reflection in the mirror, doing short clumsy dances, jumping out of bed) while asleep. Her most notable sleepwalking incident was when she tried to open the living room balcony to jump into the pool below for some reason, but was unable to find the keys and luckily went back to bed.

When Randall gets his revenge on the scientist who tormented him and Osian when they were kids, he uses the phrase "That means you can be trained" to mock the man, which is the same phrase that Dr. Brant (the scientist) once used to mock Osian and dehumanize him.

My taglist: @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@littleperilstories @thelovelymachinery

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3,

@memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[mysticstarlightduck]

WIP Aesthetic Tag! Crash Stardom!

Rules: Make a moodboard for your WIP, a playlist (3+ songs/music will suffice but it can be as long as you want) and describe the Vibe of your WIP.

✦ Moodboard! ✦

✦ Playlist ✦

Habits (Stay High) - RainParis (cover)

Trouble - Valerie Broussaurd

Sucker - Marcus King (Arcane)

Raging On A Sunday - Bohnes

The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid

Torture Tango - Spies Are Forever

Stuck Inside - Black Gryph0n, Baasik, The Living Tombstone

Use Me Up (VIP) - Paranoid DJ

All You Need to Know - Slander, Griffin

Summer Sunshine - The Corrs

✦ Vibe ✦

A teenager that just wanted to run away from any and all responsibilities gets the biggest Vibe Check of the century coupled with supernatural trauma and a bunch of friends that he thinks are twice as talented than him.

Warm summer nights in a big city, surrounded by the nonstop hum of traffic in the distance as the sun sets over the dark skyline that's mottled with buildings. Metropolitan life, secretly spending the night at a big shopping mall, listening to music on headphones.

Gritty underworlds swarming with crime, depravity and drugs, where the nights are stocked full with different ways to die or vanish without a trace. Neon lights on shady establishment doors, a distant sound that is probably a gunshot, loud music blaring from strip clubs near where limousines and bikes are parked, and the smell of smoke in the air.

Bioluminescent underwater reefs where merfolk thrive; vast, gigantic forests beyond the sprawling metropolis with avians flying from branch to branch; fancy penthouses and country-clubs secretly owned by the vampiric elite; teenagers playing cards in a shadowy alleyway - wearing thick hoods to hide their elven horns.

High tech laboratory facilities hidden underneath the grounds of a big tech's headquarters or deep under the bellows of the sea, sterile white hallways with thick reinforced glass enclosures where magical creatures are trapped. Metal study desks are filled with anatomical paperwork and diagrams, blood work vials stacked hauntingly in a shelf, while a strange glowing fluid seems to pulsate into a core machinery in the heart of the room. A desperate scream can be heard howling in the distance, but it is muffled by the whir of tools and the hermetic hiss of a lab disinfecting chamber.

The glitz and glam of the music industry's elite, lavish galas filled to the brim with the rich and famous - CEO, singers, actors and sponsors - in the finest buildings, yet constantly observed by secret government agents. Sparkling drinks and the scent of expensive perfume. A world of intrigue, murder, drugs and secrecy lying just beneath the surface of the dystopia's most ruthless gilded cage.

Tagging my Taglist:

@the-letterbox-archives

@kitty-is-writing

@sleepy-night-child,

@tabswrites

@kaylinalexanderbooks,

@smol-feralgremlin,

@oh-no-another-idea,

@littleladymab,

@little-peril-stories

@thelovelymachinery

@winterandwords,

@eccaiia,

@sarahlizziewrites,

@illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill,

@anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal,

@anyablackwood,

@forthesanityofstorytellers,

@finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad,

@cakeinthevoid,

@thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3,

@memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Unusual Associations Tag!

Thank you for the tag, @the-golden-comet (here)!

How-To: Pick a character(s) and tell us what comes to mind for them in each category.

Let's go with Randall Sloanne from Crash Stardom! for this one! (:

Seasoning: Ghost Pepper

Weather: A stormy day with dark clouds and lightning forming over a restless grey sea

Color: Dark Blue, Black and Turquoise

Sky: Rainy dark skies pre-seastorm

Magic power: (canon) shapeshifting into Abyssal form (orca merman)

Plant: Belladona

Weapon: Tactical knife, switchblade, sniper rifle and pocket gun

Social media: Spotify

Makeup: Occasional eyeliner but rarely wears makeup (doesn't bother)

Candy: Sour patches

Fear: Experimentation, needles, being trapped (claustrophobia)

Method of long-distance travel: Powered-up motorcycle

Art style: Pop Art

Stationary: Waterproof notepad and permanent markers/pens

Celestial body: Blue Giant Star

D&D Class: Assassin Rogue

Tagging my Taglist gently:

@the-letterbox-archives

@kitty-is-writing

@sleepy-night-child,

@tabswrites

@kaylinalexanderbooks,

@smol-feralgremlin,

@oh-no-another-idea,

@littleladymab,

@little-peril-stories

@thelovelymachinery

@eccaiia,

@sarahlizziewrites,

@illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill,

@anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal,

@anyablackwood,

@forthesanityofstorytellers,

@finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad,

@cakeinthevoid,

@thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3,

@memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@winterandwords

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[mysticstarlightduck]

Writemas Day 4!

Thanks for the tag, @kitty-is-writing (here)! I meant to post this yesterday but got caught up so I am posting it today.

Let's go with a snippet from my WIP Crash Stardom!

Prompt Chosen: "One more word...See what happens."

Fabian froze as the voice - that fucking vile voice - called out from behind him. He hadn't realized he'd been followed.

Until now, that is.

"Hey, you!" The lumbering figure leaned on the wall, lighting a cigaratte with a slow, precise movement. Fabian looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowing as the mobster continued to speak, the older man's voice a mocking drawl, "Yeah, I know you. Is cousin dearest still turning tricks at those cheap motels or did his mind finally go down the drain like we all knew it would?"

At that, Fabian's breath hitched, and it took every goddamn fiber of his being not to snap entirely. Instead, he forced his hands to still, pocketing his phone and crossing his arms over his chest before turning around fully to glare at the man.

He didn't know this one. But to him, it didn't matter. "I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to, but you better shut up before you try to talk shit about Arden again."

A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped the man, cigarette smoke seeping from his thick lips as they twisted into a sickening grin, "What's the problem, kid?" The mobster drawled, and Fabian's hands closed into fists so tight his knuckles almost creaked, but the man continued, "Can't take a lil' joking around? It's not like you gonna kill anybody about it - everybody knows you're a wimp."

"Oh I may be a 'wimp'." Fabian chuckled, but there was no humor to it. Just venom. "But just because I can't kill any of you, doesn't mean someone else can't."

The eighteen-year-old took a step closer, hands in his pockets as he gave an almost nonchalant shrug, eyes turning dangerous as he glared down this dude, "Maybe I'll call up the Shutterman, have them pay you and your buddies a visit."

"Ha!" The man tried to laugh, but Fabian could see how the very mention of the Shutterman - the city's most infamous serial killer, hunter of criminals - made the sound come out forced. Shaky. The guy didn't even need to know it was half a bluff. When the man spoke again, his composure had crumbled, and even a 1000 year old mummified corpse would be able to see through the fakey-fake 'tough-guy-act' that was left behind, "As if a squirt like you would know the crazy bastard."

Fabian didn't flinch. "You say one more word about Arden and you're gonna be the first one to test that theory." His voice was cold, almost detached, bored, as he fiddled with the strings of his hoodie, eyes unwavering as he thrust his chin up at the dude, which startled the man into taking a step back, a smirk appearing in Fabian's own face, though it was hollow, "C'mon. Just gimme a reason."

My taglist: @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@littleperilstories

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3,

@memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[mysticstarlightduck]

Six Song OST Game!

Feeling inspired to do one of these tags again!!!! So let's go with Tristan Mallory, Ilya Vasilyev and Chion Strihdda from Crash Stardom! for this one!!!!

Tristan Mallory

Event that defines your character's past: Because of You - Kelly Clarkson

I will not make the same mistakes that you did I will not let myself 'cause my heart so much misery I will not break the way you did You fell so hard I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side, so I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me Because of you I am afraid I lose my way And it's not too long before you point it out I cannot cry Because I know that's weakness in your eyes I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh Every day of my life My heart can't possibly break When it wasn't even whole to start with!

How your character sees themselves: Alone With Myself - Citizen Soldier

I'm alright, I'm okay Lying to myself just to make it through the day The sun still shines on my face But what's inside my head would scare the devil away Feel like a burden asking you to stay But I've been living in the darkest place Feel like a burden asking you to stay, but will you stay? Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone Don't leave me alone here with myself 'Cause this ain't a home, this cage made of bones And my head's a prison cell Every day a living hell that no-one sees I would rather be with anyone but me Don't leave me here alone with myself I'm a mess, I'm insane Every thought's a bullet blowing holes inside my brain I suppress flash-flood rain Can't take another second 'cause the dam's about to break

How others view them: Ultraluminary - Caleb Hyles cover

I'm the light every night in your world Are you ready to watch me be legendary? 'Cause I'm Ultraluminary You wish on me in my glitter light First star you see tonight So wish away, wish with all your might Upon this radiant sight The stars ignite They flame from dust Born out of gravity and force, they combust And though they try in rivalry They'll never shine bright as me! I'm the light every night in your world, hey You revel in the glory of my beauty! You ready to watch me be legendary? 'Cause I'm ultraluminary!

Whoa, welcome to lunaria Whoa, so spectacularia Whoa, super singulary 'Cause I'm so very, very Extraordinaria! The cosmic shine of my fine display Can turn the night to day I hear they say that the Milky Way Can't help but envy me, I am the brightest star Superb, spectacular!

Their closest relationship: I'll Be There - Walk Off The Earth

When the tears are rolling down Like a river to the ocean And there's no one else around You won't question my devotion Everybody needs somebody And you got me You know that I know that you know that I'll be there for the highs and lows Give you mine if your heart gets broke By your side when you're all alone I will be there When you're down and down on your luck No ride home, and you got too drunk 2 a.m. I'ma pick you up I will be there I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there for you I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there for you When you're down and down on your luck No ride home, and you got too drunk, woah I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there for you When your heart could use a break And it's too broken to be open I'll be patient, I will wait Until you're ready to be open

A major fight scene: Idolize - Caleb Hyles

Were you told what is real and beautiful? Were you told to subscribe to lies? Do you feel like you're lost, delusional? All your time is monetized? Get the camera to capture all your tears There's a currency in your cries They are listening close to all your fears Your emotions weaponized I can see it in your eyes! You and I are more than numbers on the screen To analyze, just close your eyes Are you searching for a window into me To idolize? Idolize Bring a tithe to the altar of success You will not be demonized The adrenaline coursing through my chest In a virtual paradise Is there anywhere left where I can rest? Is there ever a private life? I'm expected to show you all my best And it's leaving me paralyzed You and I are more than numbers on the screen! To analyze, analyze Are you searching for a window into me? To idolize? Idolize Maybe one day we will be reborn Or is this humanity's final form? Into the mirror, we are tired and worn Must I fight for more?

End Credit Scene: Are You Satisfied? - Marina & The Diamonds

I was pulling out my hair The day I got the deal, chemically calm Was I meant to feel happy that my life Was just about to change? One life pretending to be the cat who got the cream Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer" People like to tell you what you're gonna be It's not my problem if you don't see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don't believe My problem, it's my problem That I never am happy It's my problem, it's my problem On how fast I will succeed Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me 'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

Ilya Vasyliev

Event that defines your character's past: Gladiator - Jann

I know your addiction's attention, let's start a show Is it everything and more than you were hoping for? Show us something we ain't never seen before Smash your competition, baby Show us some good entertainment Victory's your only payment Gladiator, gladiator Welcome to the party, I know it's kinda funny That everyone is acting like they know you personally Just play along, be nice and all You won't get far being on your own They've all been dying for a little drama Their favourite stars getting out of coma To fill the news with 90's nostalgia It will take more than just a pretty face to top that [...] I know your addiction's attention, let's start a show Is it everything and more than you were hoping for? Show us something we ain't never seen before Smash your competition, baby Show us some good entertainment Victory's your only payment Gladiator, gladiator Fake it 'til you make it Mask on, never take it off Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural Whatever you tell yourself, it's not true Power's what I make it Pixels like it's 8-bit I'm picking your new favourite You buy it and I savour it

How your character sees themselves: Never Good Enough - Citizen Soldier

Here I am, once again Way too close to the edge Terrified, open eyes I'm seeing red I would rather die tonight Then let you down one more time (One more time) Sick of coming undone Letting down everyone Mediocre at best Maybe better off dead Am I a failure from birth? Is misery what I deserve? Am I just so void of love? That I'm never good, never good enough Demonize, criticize Your words eat me alive Just like knives Tearing me from the inside What you want I'll never be Why can't you be proud of me? (Proud of me) Sick of coming undone Letting down everyone Mediocre at best Maybe better off dead Am I a failure from birth? Is misery what I deserve? Am I just so void of love? That I'm never good, never good enough I hate to disappoint you But it's in my DNA Everything you give me I somehow will disgrace I never asked to be like this A grave mistake you can't forgive A filthy stain, oh, what a shame Can you just wash me away?

How others view them: Oh No! - Marina & The Diamonds

Don't do love, don't do friends I'm only after success Don't need a relationship I'll never soften my grip Don't want cash, don't want card Want it fast, want it hard Don't need money, don't need fame I just want to make a change I just wanna change, I just wanna change I just wanna change, I just wanna change I just wanna change I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh! One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best If you are not very careful Your possessions will possess you TV taught me how to feel Now real life has no appeal It has no appeal, it has no appeal

Their closest relationship: Me, Myself & I - Bebe Rexha, G-Easy

Woo, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life (yeah) Woo, I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul (uh) And as far as I can see, I just need privacy Plus a whole lot of tree, fuck all this modesty I just need space to do me, give the world what they're tryna see A Stella Maxwell right beside of me A Ferrari, I'm buyin' three A closet of Saint Laurent, get what I want when I want 'Cause this hunger is driving me, yeah I just need to be alone, I just need to be at home Understand what I'm speaking on, if time is money, I need a loan But regardless, I'll always keep keepin' on Fuck fake friends, we don't take L's, we just make M's While y'all follow, we just make trends I'm right back to work when that break ends, yeah Woo, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life (got me for life, yeah) Woo, I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul

A major fight scene: Wish You The Worst - Ryan Mack

Wish you the worst Wish you the worst I think you owe me an apology, yeah Ever since I was a little kid, been giving me shit Always calling me a wannabe Saying I'm a loser, I don't have to prove myself to you And I know, I know That I should just forget about you But oh, oh-oh I got something that I'm dying to say When you're out on a date and you order desert I hope you spill and it stains on your favorite shirt And when you're trying to pay I hope your card doesn't work Yeah, I wish you the worst, I wish you the worst And I hope I never, ever see you again Yeah, fuck you and all of you friends You can all go to hell, I'll be driving the hearse Toss a coin in the well, and I wish you the worst Yeah I wish you the worst Wish you the worst Wish you

End Credit Scene: It's Alright - Mother Mother

Oh hey, I had a night I had a day I did one million stupid things I said one billion foolish things I'm not okay, I got a baseball bat beside my bed To fight off what's inside my head To fight off what's behind my meds I'm lonely, lost in pain It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a monster, just a human And you made a few mistakes It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not gruesome, just human And you made a few mistakes It's alright Ooh, it's okay Ooh, it's alright, oh Goddamn I throw a brick right through the window My life ignored the signals I'm high and drunk on ego, can't see straight So I just feel my way around and I'm touching and I'm grabbing Everything I can't be havin' I am broken down in shame It's alright, It's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a demon, there's a reason You behaved in that way It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay And I believe, yes I believe that you will see a better day It's alright

Chion Strihdda

Event that defines your character's past: Never Let Me Down Again - Jessica Mazin (TLOU ost)

I'm taking a ride with my best friend I hope he never lets me down again He knows where he's taking me Taking me where I want to be I'm taking a ride with my best friend We're flying high We're watching the world pass us by Never want to come down Never want to put my feet back down on the ground I'm taking a ride with my best friend I hope he never lets me down again Promises me I'm as safe as houses As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers I hope he never lets me down again We're flying high We're watching the world pass us by Never want to come down Never want to put my feet back down on the ground We're flying high We're watching the world pass us by Never want to come down Never want to put my feet back down on the ground Never let me down

How your character sees themselves: I'm Still Here - John Rzeznik

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway... You don't know me, And I’ll never be what you want me to be. And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man.. You can't take me and throw me away. And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own. They don't know me 'cause I'm not here. And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change? They’re the ones that stay the same. They don’t know me, 'Cause I’m not here. And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be

How others view them: Burn The House Down - AJR

Used to keep it cool Used to be a fool All about the bounce in my step Watch it on the news Whatcha gonna do? I could hit refresh and forget Used to keep it cool Should I keep it light? Stay out of the fight? No one's gonna listen to me If I write a song Preaching what is wrong Will they let me sing on TV? Should I keep it light? Is that right? Way up way up we go Been up and down that road Way up way up, oh no We gon' burn the whole house down Watch me stand in the line You're only serving lies You've got something to hide We gon' burn the whole house down We gon' burn the whole house down

Their closest relationship: Apollo - Timebelle

Like a bullet in my chest You're written, bound and etched Forever in my mind We are fading in our hands Lost somewhere in wasteland Not knowing up from down But when the walls are caving in The world keeps turning We got the love We got to love No, I will never let you go All the words won't make me fold It is never easy I'll follow you, Apollo No, I will never let you go Give it time and we will grow Ain't no fun in easy I'll follow you, Apollo I'll follow you, Apollo I wear my heart on my sleeve You do the same for me When autumn comes around So when the walls are caving in The world keeps turning We got the love We got to love No, I will never let you go All the words won't make me fold It is never easy I'll follow you, Apollo

A major fight scene: I Don't Wanna Die - Hollywood Undead

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, so you're gonna have to I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die No, I don't wanna die, so you're gonna have to Blood is getting hotter, body's getting colder I have told you once, I'm the only one who holds her I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, so you're gonna have to I look inside of myself and try to find someone else Someone who's willing to die just to watch you crying for help I know that blood will be spilled, and if you won't, then I will My grave will never be filled, it's either kill or be killed So let heaven be told that some may come, some may go Where I'll end up? I don't know, but I ain't dying alone I keep on asking the question, can I be saved by confession? You see this blood on my hands? At least they're still reaching to heaven I gotta pick up the pieces, I gotta bury 'em deep And when you look in my eyes, I'll be the last thing you'll see I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, so you're gonna have to I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die No, I don't wanna die, so you're gonna have to

End Credit Scene: Icarus - Bastille

[...] Look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it And what will you have left? Out on the front doorstep, drinking from a paper cup You won't remember this Living beyond your years, acting out all their fears You feel it in your chest Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus' life, it has only just begun It's just begun... Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace It scares me half to death Look out to the future, but it tells you nothing So take another breath Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus' life, it has only just begun This is how it feels to take a fall Icarus is flying towards an early grave You put up your defences when you leave You leave because you're certain Of who you want to be You're putting up your armour when you leave And you leave because you're certain of who you want to be, oh Icarus is flying too close to the sun

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File Ask Response!

So, a while ago @world-of-iridensia made me an ask in my reblog of this post here so here goes my response! Sorry for the delay, end of last year and beginning of this one was a bit hectic but I survived lmao

Let's go with some characters from Crash Stardom! and Arrows of Nightfall for this one (:

Crash Stardom!

Arden Ellis found out about the word "defenestrate" from a meme and it is now their officially favorite word. Also, unrelated to that, Arden's first language is Italian! Which is why they'll sometimes sprinkle few Italian idioms into their daily conversations.

Despite Eidan Decroix being a cold-hearted Reaper working for Dominic Fletcher himself in the start of the story, his favorite music genre is gliterry dance pop. He likes to keep up a reputation of hardcore or unfeeling, but anytime he has his headphones on you can bet he is listening to the most innocent songs ever lmao. The dichotomy of evil ✨

Fabian Styrling has a thin scar that crosses the bridge of his nose and both of his cheekbones, from a bullet that ricocheted towards him one time he tried to help Arden out of an ambush by the mob. The wound itself was rather surface-level but the placement was what was most terrifying for Fabian, because he knew that - if he had moved a few inches in the wrong direction when the bullet flew - he could've been killed.

In this world, Abyssians (seafolk) can grow to incredible sizes depending on the animal species they hail from. For example, Osian was 8 meters long (because the species he hailed from was a manta ray, which can from between 4-9 meters), and Randall can be 7 meters long in his True Form (because his species hails from the orca whales and those can grow between 5.5 - 9 meters). However, Abyssians who hail from smaller oceanic species, like clownfish, octopuses and moray eels, can be human sized in their True Form or even smaller than a human. Mammalian-based Abyssians (like Randall) can easily transform in and out of a temporary human disguise. Fish-Based/Non-Mammalian Abyssians cannot.

Chion Strihhda often displays bird-like behavior, fluffing their feathers, constantly humming their favorite songs and climbing onto high and unusual places. They also like their bed to feel like a nest, often collecting pillows, blankets and other soft things.

Juniper Mei loves fire/non-harmful arson and often collects matches, firecrackers and occasionally fireworks. Sometimes, she busies herself by creating unique kinds of non-lethal explosives to help the rebels craft distractions and traps.

Arrows Of Nightfall

Helio has heterochromia, with one of his eyes being deep green and the other light brown. Because of that, and a few other reasons, Green tends to be his favorite color!

Gwyna and Kaelan were friends during their childhood. As the daughter of the Regent Lord, she had met the Baelbrok family once or twice when Kaelan's mother, a general from the outskirts, attended royal meetings. However after Fort Baelbrok fell to the Therassi Empire and Kaelan was kidnapped along with his younger brother Herin, she didn't hear from him since, that is, until they meet again during the events of the main story.

Meris grew up in the captured provinces of the Plains of Sottar, and after being betrayed by a friend he trusted, he was sold to the Therassi empire as a slave. He was tasked with becoming a valet/squire to the realm's executioner soldiers/assassins, something he did out of the the need to 'just survive'. However, the soldier's Trainer developed a disturbing obsession with secretly trying to shape Meris into an 'upgraded soldier' something that Meris openly resented and refused to comply to, earning him a world of pain and stoking his hatred for his 'master' and for the Empire.

Rowen was born and raised in the heart of the Therassi Empire, but was not one bit protected by it. While the kingdom focused itself in expansion, the lowest castes of its society were falling apart from the inside out. Rowen survived a famine/plague that ravaged his village and became a thief prowling the outskirts of the kingdom in the forests, with a few other street urchins who became his found family.

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Unusual Associations Tag!

Let's go with Tristan Mallory from Crash Stardom! and Dylan Millihan from What Lurks In The Hollow.

Rules: pick an OC and describe what you associate with them in each category

Tristan Mallory

Seasoning - Vanilla

Weather - A crisp night in spring

Color - Neon purple, pastel pink and gold

Sky - A starry midnight sky

Magical power - He doesn't have magic, but I think that if he did he would have some song or sound based powers, due to the fact that he is a popstar singer.

Plant - Purple Hyacinth (this flower means sorrow and suffering, while also symbolizing a wish for forgiveess, and occasionally playful joy)

Weapon - Pepper Spray & Taser

Social media - Any social media. He's a celebrity, so he has every kind of social media there even is lol

Makeup - Gliterry eyeshadow, lipgloss, eyeliner

Candy - Salted caramel chocolate bars

Fear - Being hated by the people he loves or ending up alone

Method of long distance travel - Car, occasionally a jet or tour bus.

Art style - Singing, songwriting, playing guitar, playing piano

Mythological creature - Scylla and unicorns.

Stationary - A DIY sketchbook and glitter pens.

Celestial object - Hypernova

Dylan Millihan

Seasoning - Black coffee, cinammon and occasionally honey

Weather - A windy and dry summer late afternoon/dusk where he can just drive around aimlessly in his Chevy

Color - Denim blue, charcoal black and autumn orange

Sky - Sunset sky where the deep oranges and pinks mix with white while the dark of the night seeps in.

Magical power - He doesn't have any magic but I think that if he did, it would be either enhanced strenght/endurance or shield generation powers, if not both.

Plant - A sturdy oak tree (oak trees are usually associated with protection and strenght, being symbols of perseverance and resilience in the face of hardship, which really he fits his tough 'I can take on anything' persona)

Weapon - Brass Knuckles

Social media - Maybe YouTube Music or Spotify. He doesn't usually care about social media at all, but he likes music so I could see him as only using those two apps.

Makeup - Aftershave only. Maybe some small, black hoop earrings if he really is attending something fancy.

Candy - Toffee

Fear - Being weak or being otherwise a failure. Being unable to protect Amy (his little sister) or unable to provide for her. Being seen as vulnerable.

Method of long distance travel - His Chevy

Art style - None. Maybe doodling on a stray piece of paper when he gets really bored but he's openly terrible at art.

Mythological creature - Cerberus

Stationary - Also none but he has a notepad he occasionally scribbles stuff in with a black pen or marker. Usually just 'to-do lists'

Celestial body: Comet

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✦ Incorrect Quotes Tag! ✦

Let's go with the main cast from my urban fantasy WIP Crash Stardom! for this one (:

Rules: Use this generator to get incorrect quotes for your characters!

Randall: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE. Tristan: You know there are other ways to say you want fast food. Randall: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME— Tristan: *sigh* What do you want? Randall: Fish nuggets please.

Beck: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Fabian: Spear. Beck: BLOCKED.

Arden: What does a winner do when life gives them lemons? Noah: Um, make lemonade? Arden: No. They squeeze them right back into life’s eyes!

Dassian: That's ridiculous, Arden doesn't have a crush on me. Tristan: Yes they do. Fabian: Yes they do. Arden: Yes I do.

Randall: Tristan and I are no longer friends. Tristan: RANDALL THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Noah: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.

Seth, standing amidst the destroyed kitchen: How? How were you able to summon me?! Fabian, flipping through a cookbook as fast as they can: I don’t know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!

Tristan (to Sinclair): I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you goddamn demon.

Arden: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. 13 year old!Fabian: Heck. Arden: You're on thin fucking ice. Arden: Oh no--

Beck: *closes a cabinet* *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door* Aspen: What was that? Beck: The sound of someone else's problem.

The MCs: So I have made the decision to trust you. Seth: A horrible decision, really.

Kit: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Tristan: Somebody kill me nowwwww. Noah: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

Arden, talking to Dominic: With all due respect, which is none…

Tristan: Randall, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Randall: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

Fabian: I couldn't do this without you, Kit. Kit: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course

Dassian: Did you know spiders can hold 8 guns at once? Juniper: How does it WALK?? Dassian: Dassian: Did you know spiders can hold 7 guns at once?

Chion & Noah: *Playing video games* Tristan: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games? Chion: *silence* Noah: *silence* Tristan, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you? Noah & Chion, in shame: Yeah...

Fabian: I have a problem. Arden: Kill it. Fabian: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Aspen: A SPIDEEER!!!!!! Tristan: KILL IT! SMASH IT! Derya: BURN IT! Randall: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN! Dassian: Awww, it’s so cute! Look at it!

Beck: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Tristan: The afterlife, I guess.

Kit, teaching Juniper to drive: Okay, you're driving and then Dassian and Seth walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Juniper: Oh, definitely Seth. I could never hurt Dassian. Kit, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Noah: While I'm gone, you're in charge, Tristan. Tristan: Yes! Noah, whispering to Randall: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad. Randall: Obviously.

Tristan: Oh, fiddlesticks. Arden: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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