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6. Favorite name to call your partner in bed?

Easy Answer Smut / Send a sentence and my muse will respond with a short answer.

‘Dominating? Pet, kitten or slut. Depending on the person n’whether I actually, give a shit about em.’

‘Submitting? God doI love drawling out Sir defiantly.’

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Robert was six weeks in on a tour of conventions, book signings, interviews and panels and honestly, they were all starting to blend together. No shiny bustling tour was this- he’d been traveling on his own dime, by car no less- rushing from place to place on an errand of what he felt to be passion and duty. His new book was generating some interest, at least. From Marfa to Min Min- Mysterious Light Phenomena throughout the World. It was probably his most well recieved book on the paranormal to date- possibly because it was the most vague.  Anyone from left wing... eccentric spiritualists to conservative bunker mentality ufo nuts wanted him to weigh in on the book  and outside matters. Not being about the money, he took up every offer he could. And one convention invite near his home piqued his interest in particular. He found paranormal conventions to be surprisingly sane places... No cosplay or stunts to be found- generally just the curious. Perfect. He didn’t expect HIS panel to be quite so packed however. He answered some questions, shared some exerpts, and the experience was thrilling, if  staid. He ended up filling his time allotment to the very last minute and beyond, and walking out somewhat dazed after with the audience. That’s when he noticed a lone, shifty form staying back away from  the flow of foot traffic, like someone taking shelter from a gale. “Were you looking to get in to the panel?” he asked. Maybe the kid was lost, or he hadn’t been able to get a seat inside. “I’m afraid its over, but there’s another in an hour, I think”. Not that he’d be involved in it- but that didn’t strike him as a central point.

[americanxsin]

A Cycle Replicated                          † [Jacob/Dane]  †

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The image of it was seared into his mind. When Dane shut his eyes, instead of black, he saw that. Like a silent film, mouths opened without sound. Dane didn’t know why he had watched until he had been caught by the dark featured stranger. His father had been too consumed in lust, in the throes of passion, his eyes had been scrunched closed like when he prayed up on stage. It was the same face, actually, as when he was inside of that strange man, pounding away like he was nailing Jesus right up to the cross, but for why? What sins would be resolved now? Now,  the garage attached right to their home where Isaac slept with his mother next to him, where Dane slept in the privacy of the spacious upstairs, surrounded by empty rooms where siblings had slept until they were grown enough to get far, far away from dear old dad. Dear old dad who in that garage, in his man cave, in his private space, fucked men. That was what it was used for. That was why it was off limits. That was why it was his father’s mecca. It was his fuck palace. 

All those times when Dad got mad, snarled about how Dane’s hair made him look like a homo, all those times made sense now. It had never been about Dane, about his secret shame, his secret want that had only been explored in the occasional, quickly history scrubbed Google search, or the occasional peek in a gym room shower to ‘compare’, or even the occasional shame filled wet dream that would have him slaving over laundry at four am. And yet, that, right there, whatever that was had been the closest Dane had gotten to real, ball smacking, dirty, rough, loud, fast, sex.

 He had a girlfriend once that let him slip his hand up her dress here and there. They’d be at some Disney movie in the back row, or in science class, or just sitting on the couch, and she’d grab him by the wrist and he’d massage and penetrate and practice with his fingers until a flood came. And she’d kiss him, thank him, and leave. She never was keen to return the favor, and Dane was always left frustrated, taking an extra long shower with that magical body of bottle of wash. But that hadn’t been dirty. That had been sweet, just an exploration, just a testing of waters, and of how far a human could stretch. He had never been forceful, nor had he been rough. And whatever that was, looked rough, painful, and loud, even if Dane couldn’t hear it from his place in the yard, peeking in the one window that looked out upon the garden, and upon the tall, white picket fence that separated the Hokes from the rest of the universe.  

Dane waited now. His guts empty. He had vomited up the two corn dogs he had scarfed down at the mall food court, courtesy of his mom. Knowing her, she’d lose track of time in Macy’s or JCPenney’s, or maybe even Dillard’s if they had a sale on. She’d forget that she had incubated him for nine months, that he existed at all. All that would matter was that top with this skirt with these boots and they Goddamn better have fringe on them, too. All that would matter would be filling another closet in another abandoned room with last season’s clothes, tucked away like last season’s memories, caught in time only by their yearly holiday card, which was always to say the least, concise. He sat in his mother’s big, white, impending Range Rover. And he waited, and waited, and waited, silently, not counting seconds, losing track of minutes, like his mother did when she found a clearance rack. Time didn’t exist when vengeance was the only thing fixed in Dane’s young, impulsive head. He squeezed the leather steering wheel tight, until his knuckles were all white, cracked from the weather, skin chapped from the indecisiveness of it. 

Eventually, the fag would be through with his father. Eventually, the fag would pay. 

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✉ please? (unless you don't want to, of course)

Test to Jacob: (when he’s sent ahead to the house and Jacob is still in the city.)

[Unsent] When are you coming out here. 

[Unsent] I think I might have found my papa...

[Unsent] Why did I think having a second one was a good idea? 

[Unsent] They’re both sick and I think I’m getting sick. I need help. 

[Unsent] I found help. My Papa is coming to stay with us a while.

[Sent] We miss you. 

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all of the OC questions <3

Which OC is the most likely to break the 4th wall?

Haha probably Judas, the creeper. I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew I exist. 

One OC will protect you, and the others will try to kill you. Which OC would you pick to be your defender?

Iago? Unless I could pick both William AND Wilson. They’re good at disappearing but Iago’s got knives and dangerous friends. 

Would you rather live in your OCs’ universe or this one?

OCs, by far. 

Your OC finds out that you are their creator. How do they react?

Iago would be pissed, and in denial. Judas might have a crisis of faith because my existence either means I’m god or there is no god. W+W would.... take it in stride, but Wilson would be a little fucked up by it. William would think “might as well” and keep going. 

What is your noncanon nickname for your OC?

Uhhh “asshole”? Or idiots.... or babies. That’s about it. 

What is/would be the fandom nickname for your story?

Probably just a loud screeching noise and swear words. 

What is/would be the nickname for a fan of your OC?

??? Masochist??? Poor unfortunate soul??? My reason for existing??? 

Which OC is most likely to be called “son”/ “daughter” / “child” by fans?

All of them? Maybe Iago cause... he’s kinky like that. (Does Marcus count as a fan?)

Which OC is most likely to be called “husband” / “wife” / “spouse” by fans?

Uhhhh none of them. Unless the fan is Jacob. :P

If you could tell your OC one thing, what would it be?

Iago: god one thing is so hard to pick I have a literal novel of truths I need to discuss with this boy but if I had to pick one that he’d BELIEVE I’d tell him it wasn’t his fault cause most of his issues stem from... The Incident

W+W: You did the right thing.

Judas: The Doctor is wrong. 

What kind of advice would your OC give you?

Iago would probably advise me to “fuck it, just in general, fuck everything, who cares.” William would tell me not to guard myself too closely or I’ll never find happiness. Wilson would tell me to make my own family and that happiness comes with pain sometimes and that’s ok. Judas would tell me either something ridiculously profound or nonsensical. 

Which OC is/would be “woobified” by the fandom?

All of them are at risk but Iago and Judas are the top two, mostly because Iago is the FORMULA for problematic fav and Judas actually acts like a child most of the time so people can forget he’s literally psychotic. 

What song would you sing to audition for the role of your OC?

Iago: I Don’t Care by MCR (the edgelord)

W+W: If I Had You by Adam Lambert 

Judas: Come And Get Your Love by Redbone

Your OC finds themselves in your universe and you are their only contact. How well do they handle the adjustment and how would you try to help/hinder/contain them?

Most of them would probably ditch me. I might just... get Iago stoned? To make him more manageable? Which probably makes me a horrible person. W+W would head out for the city and offer to take me with them. I wouldn’t really have a problem with letting them go. Judas would just... eat the food in my house and then leave. Unless I tied him down I couldn’t stop him. 

f/m/k: OC edition

K STANDS FOR KISS. SHH.

Fuck Iago, Marry W+W, Kiss Judas :*

Who would you cast to play the part of your OC in a TV show or movie?

Their faceclaims maybe? I don’t know any actual actors that could play them because I’ve pictured them as their faceclaims for... pretty much ever. 

If you could choose to meet one of your OCs in person, who would you pick?

Hmm.... Iago. He’s the most developed of them all and, like I said, I have a LOT to tell him. 

Which OC would you absolutely NOT want to be a real person?

All of them tbh because then their abusers would be real? Even if they weren’t I would never wish the suffering they’ve been through on an actual person. If Jacob was real Iago could be real too but only because the idiots need each other. 

What is your dream medium for your story (book series, video game, comic, movie, cartoon/anime, etc)?

ALL OF THEM. Okay so I want to write a book (with a specific co-author :P) that gets turned into a graphic novel series that gets turned into a movie saga with a TV show spinoff. 

Which OC is the most likely to become a “mascot” for your story?

Uhhhh Iago? Again, he’s the most popular :P 

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