Eugene, he/him. ENG/GER. I write RDR2 fanfic on @2demondogs and I am evil. This is where I dump inspiration and other stuff.
Some posts and reblogs may be suggestive or explicit.
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Eugene, he/him. ENG/GER. I write RDR2 fanfic on @2demondogs and I am evil. This is where I dump inspiration and other stuff.
Some posts and reblogs may be suggestive or explicit.
Royal Copley doe and fawn head vase (ca. 1960s)
growing closer.
prompts for characters getting to know each other.
“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”
“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”
“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”
“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”
“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”
“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”
“you seem restless.”
“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”
“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”
“you look like you haven't slept.”
“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”
“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”
“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”
“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”
“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”
“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”
“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”
“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”
“you seem to know more than you're saying.”
“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”
“do you always look this serious?”
“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”
“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”
“you always seem to be watching.”
“i think you've been avoiding me.”
“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”
“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”
“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”
“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”
“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”
“you make a terrible liar.”
“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”
“i think people underestimate you.”
“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”
“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”
“i wasn't sure you'd come.”
“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”
“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”
“you're surprisingly good company.”
“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”
“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”
“i don't usually tell people this...”
“you make that look easy.”
HOW TO SHOW FEVER / NAUSEA IN WRITING
“They felt sick.” — Vague. “They threw up.” — Sometimes, but not always.
Illness isn’t a switch you flip. Fever and nausea creep, spike, ebb, lie to you, then come back worse. They live in the body first, and that’s where your writing should live too.
Below, I've written a lil' cheat sheet for you. Reblog so you can come back later.
"Aro/Ace person gets given a love potion" story but instead of them being immune or whatever, it DOES work, and they realize IMMEDIATELY that they've been fed a love potion because this feeling is so wrong and foreign but everyone keeps laughing off the idea of it being a love potion because "they were probably just a late bloomer" or "no, you just finally found the right person!" and it's just a horror story about how no one believes them even though they know, they KNOW this isn't right and they can't stand it.
Botanical name ideas for characters.
Obviously the typical gender means nothing. I wanted it for my own reference.
Lobelia (f.)
Faebra (f.)
Hiera (f.)
Artemisia (f.)
Hulsea (f.)
Stellaria (f.)
Kalmia (f.)
Linan (n.)
Minuartia (f.)
Erys (n.)
Vicia (f.)
Cupressus (m.)
Carya (f.)
Cryptantha (f.)
Commelina (f.)
i tried making a contrapuntal poem for hollanov, which can be read 3 ways: shane’s side alone, ilya’s side alone, or both sides together. inspired by the long game.
Welcome to Kinktober 2026!
on midsummer. ☼
It consists in just looking at people and things as themselves - neither as useful nor moral nor ugly nor anything else; but just as BEING. [...] What happens is that I suddenly feel the extraordinary value and importance of everybody and everything I see. [...] I roam about places - yesterday I did it even in Birmingham! - and sit in trains and see the essential glory and beauty of all the people I meet. I can watch a dirty middle-aged tradesman in a railway-carriage for hours, and love every dirty greasy sulky wrinkle in his weak chin and every button on his spotted unclean waistcoat. I know their states of mind are bad. But I'm so much occupied with their being there at all, that I don't have time to think of that. I tell you that a Birmingham gouty Tariff Reform fifth-rate business man is splendid and immortal and desirable.
Gladys Arnold quoting unknown in correspondence to Hazel
destroying and betraying yourself for nothing all by yourself, handsome?
"She had once been a Catholic, but discovering that priests were infinitely more attentive when she was in the process of losing or regaining faith in Mother Church, she maintained an enchantingly wavering attitude."
This Side of Paradise, Fitzgerald
"...the history of her constitution and its many amendments..."
This Side of Paradise, Fitzgerald
"For many years he hovered in the background of his family's life, an unassertive figure with a face half-obliterated by lifeless, silky hair, continually occupied in "taking care" of his wife, continually harassed by the idea that he didn't and couldn't understand her."
This Side of Paradise, Fitzgerald
"Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while."