#if this is inchresting enough

[yaekiss]

Oh damn shout out to 🪻anon. im gonna try and not spend every moment.thinking about blade and mydei competing

also qi. qi. pretty please. share resurrection thing. 🥺. if u want. but please. but only if u wanna. but 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺

im eepy i givr u kisses now (*‘ω‘ *)💛

reallll 🪻 nonnie is not only cooking irl but also cooking w the blorbo ideas 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🧑‍🍳🧑‍🍳🧑‍🍳

anyways! the resurrection thing!! half-baked yandere plot idea under the cut! I typed a whole 400 ramble in a dm to myself LOL so forgive me if the formatting or pacing is awful. [post writing qi here. this thing is no longer 400 words...]

You wake up disoriented, unable to remember what happened before you... Passed out? The floor is nice and polished and clean elsewhere except for the spot you laid on. It's a little grimy and darkened but oh well. At least you're not in pain.

You inspect yourself for injuries. Something's definitely wrong when you look down and. Alarm floods through your system.

This isn't your body.

???? What happened? You wrack your brain for memories but all you can remember are snippets from before you blacked out. Despite your best efforts, you can't recall anything that deductively explains this jarring situation.

You'd try to find more clues however, you're snapped out of your thoughts when someone walks into the room, eyes widening as they see you. "You're awake...!" They rush over from the doorframe, immediately fretting over you, asking if you feel alright, if anything hurts.

Although the person's appearance was sudden, a sense of familiarity seems to rise up within you. You're not close friends with them but maybe you've seen them around in passing somewhere? ...Or maybe it has something to do with the person whose body you're inhabiting?

You're now presented with an internal dilemma: Do you confess the truth or play it cool? The person fussing over you right now probably knew the person whose body you're in well, if not, why would they be so touchy? Confessing the truth would backfire, given how much they care for "you". But obviously you're still missing a lot of info about "yourself", so you play it off as a temporary sort of memory lost (hey makes sense after waking up right from something bad enough to worry someone so much over right?) to try and understand more about this situation you've been thrust into.

Feigning weakness, you put a hand up to your head, "Where am I...? What happened?" The person's brows furrow but straighten out again before you can remark on it

"Oh, you poor thing you..." Rambling on and on about something like a high fever or overworking yourself to exhaustion something something.

"I thought I'd never see you again, dearest," their voice carries a hint of grief, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you while you recover." They sound so earnest, and it breaks your heart at the implications.

Well, that settles it then. You've unwittingly taken the place of your poor saviour's loved one. The guilt gnaws at you but you shove it back and rationalise that it's best to stay put and find clues to make the swap back to your old self.

The days pass by in a blur when you're made to play pretend. Maybe it's pure luck when they don't notice anything at all odd with your mannerisms. But sometimes, you can't help but feel uneasy at their blatant disregard and indifference to actions or habits that you've definitely butchered.

It all culminates when you try to leave the house. Perhaps you've gotten fed up with this precarious game of charades. Or you've reached dead end after dead end, unable to find any hints that'll fix this whole situation.

And you're almost out of the place when a door creaks open, rooting you to the ground where you stand. You feel arms snaking and hugging you from behind. Their voice right next to your ear, low and frighteningly calm.

"Where are you going...?"

When you don't reply, not even gracing them with a look, they nuzzle as best as they can into the crook of your neck. Their words muffled, breath slightly warm on your skin as they say, "I can't lose you again."

Their affection is misplaced. You're tired of the constant guilt and pretense. Temper crackling you whirl around to face them head on. Something that you reckon you should have done a lot earlier.

"I'm not even who you're thinking of! I'm a complete stranger!"

They try to reach out and hold you but you shove them off, causing them to slam against the door leading out. So much for leaving, you don't even know where they keep the keys.

However, most of all, you can't stand the way they're looking at you right now. There's no trace of confusion despite the nonsense you've just spat out.

As if they've seen right through you from the start.

Against your better judgement, you run and duck into a side room, hoping to buy some time or sneak out through a side window. Anything just to get away from their searing gaze.

Surveying your surroundings, your eyes slowly adjust to the dimmer lights of this room, contrasted with the brighter lights in the house outside.

Only to find small belongings from your original life (can you even call it that?) littered throughout. They cover the table that's next to a shelf full of books in an indecipherable language. Pictures of you are pinned and arranged on the walls.

Nausea sets in within you. Nothing makes sense.

The door to the room opens and clicks shut softly.

"What is the meaning of this," your voice barely above a whisper, "I don't understand."

They shift to take the spot next to you, taking your hand and entwining your fingers together. They croon out your name, dripping with saccharine, cloying, revolting, sweetness.

"They couldn't find your body you know. It drove me mad." Their other hand mindlessly traces designs up your arm, tone lighthearted despite the topic.

"I was in such a fugue state, I barely even realised what I was doing... Not until I had the whole spell drawn out on the ground." They say so nonchalantly, as if bringing you back from the dead was nothing to them.

Mustering up the courage to pry your eyes away from the shrine they've made for you, you turn to look at them, clinging to your side. Their gaze is trained on you wholeheartedly, lashes lowered as they drink up your attention.

You must be losing your mind because the shadows behind them seem to flicker in and out strangely, inexplicably distorting the surroundings around the both of you like a scorching summer heat wave. Sweat starts to prickle on the back of your neck despite the temperatures in the room plummeting. Cracking open your mouth, you ask.

"Whose body is this?"

HOLY MOLY that. uhm. this got out of hand. this is no longer the original 400 words. anyways I initially wrote this with kylar (dol) in mind so ask me again if you want the more kylar parts LOLL I cut them out for this... also below are just some basic outline pointers I wrote for myself too and I just wanted to chuck em somewhere:

(the character lies to you to get you to trust them) (reader believes them and is sooooo guilty at somehow stealing the place of their lover's consciousness but has to play the part) - {both reader and character are playing pretend but they don't know each other are part of the same game} {character is playing up their innocence so they don't scare you off and you love them back} {reader is playing up the loving role to ultimately survive and get their life back and/or escape}

ok thank you for asking to see the resurrection idea thingy ainsel luv u 2 <333 please please please tell me what you think of this brainfart of mine........ [pleading eyes]

[suntails]

gift for a friend!!

[pitchcom]

Absolutely LOVING your baby Carlos AU. More about the Lando-Charles custody battle while Carlos hides away with Nico and Nando pleaseeeee!!! And since you mentioned baby Carlos liking pets, I totally wouldn't mind Charles using Leo to lure Carlos in and Lando's response to that (only if you want ofc).

tyyyy im glad you are enjoying my silly au !!!

lando and charles are NOT above using bribes to win baby carlos over. these are both rich men with too much money and they funnel it all directly into a carlos fund the second he gets babified

charles is so beyond smug the first time he brings leo to the track and little carlos just completely lights up and squirms out of nicos hold to go see and pet and play with the puppy !! leo is equally excited to have someone as squirmy as him to play with as well !!! lando sees this and gets all pouty and seriously considers getting a dog before his responsible pet owner friends (max and alex) very firmly tell him NO lando

nico and fernando find the lando-charles custody battle very amusing up until lando and charles start arguing in front of carlos which causes him to be very upset (he thinks its his fault) and carlos tries to give back some of his new toys to fix things. fernando makes them apologize to carlos as nico soothes him and the two are banned from seeing carlos for the next 2 days

[gifti3]

could u imagine the type of memes that would be circulating if alternates were a real thing...

[oh-what-the-heck-its-xanthar]

DRAGON AGE! DRAGONE AGE! DRAGON AGE!

[npdkondraki]

would you be open to taking gender analysis requests (for characters you know obviously)

its genuinely an honor that this even crossed ur mind at all but its just kind of a soft maybe.. im sure we could do it for certain characters but w/ others i fear we simply dont know them well enough </333

[serenica]

i think milly should be allowed to kill her brother. as a treat

[arklay]

DANI HAINES x CARLOS OLIVEIRA / template.

[yaoi-hate-machine]

it is very convenient that my one verbal tic just sounds like a sneeze but it’s also awkward bc it sounds nothing like my actual sneeze

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Aerie

This is crazy, I was watching a TV show yesterday, let’s reassume it with “some money was stuffed in a man's underwear in a bar” 😊

The same evening I dreamt you had added a new wip to your au entitled ALITS = “a light in the shadow" in which Jean just escaped from the Ravens, entered a (gay) night club where Kevin was performing as a beautiful handsome gorgeous sexy dancer.

Night after night, Jean lost his head for Kevin, swam wide in his new sexuality and right then Kevin offered him private sessions (as a stripper and well stripping Jean as well 🤭)

Unfortunately the dream came to an end, but you seemed the right person to share it.

(feel free to use the idea, if you like it?)

🤗

oh my godddd that sounds incredible anon! if i knew anything about strip clubs,,, i would totally write that! but alas, i don't TWT

[marinehero]

oh I see so they're going to add garp to roger's execution and make him go "i warned you. You brought this upon yourself" and expect me to be normal about it i see now---

[sinkingspinning]

i really REALLY wanted to fw dexcore after listening to paramnesia but honestly it's not really doing it for me. which is so sad bc that single fucks SO fucking hard

[manyacivilmonster]

i love when the horror story is very clearly a meditation on the mundanity of violence, with just an added sprinkling of the supernatural for kicks. like yeah, this story’s about the horrors of domestic violence in rural upstate new yawk, and one woman’s mission to get some hick to confess about killing her brother bc of a woman, but there might also be a wendigo involved somewhere. mayhaps 😂

[certifiedmaidenlessblog]

The go higher choreo is bhangra inspired too i knew it

[ipoddymouth]

wait just realized this'll go into extra time if no one scores......i have things to do......need one of these losers to become winners in 30 minutes......don't matter who bc im cheering against them in the next round regardless

[hearty-an0n]

new pain unlocked btw my hips hurt! thats fun