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I’m gonna start using my oc tag on here! It’s
#skettiocs and any oc content I post from here on will be under there! :))
Interview with a vampire fandom. I have the most fire Armand Louis and Lestat edit in my mind but ik I DONNOT have the editing skills to bring it to fruition someone please help me please
“ Louis and Lestat got NOTHING on the relationship between Donald Trump and the average conservative white man. “ - my dad
Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics
Medicine
A Study In Physical Injury
Comas
Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs
Broken Bones
Burns
Unconsciousness & Head Trauma
Blood Loss
Stab Wounds
Pain & Shock
All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)
Writing Specific Characters
Portraying a kleptomaniac.
Playing a character with cancer.
How to portray a power driven character.
Playing the manipulative character.
Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.
Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.
Writing a character who lost someone important.
Playing the bullies.
Portraying the drug dealer.
Playing a rebellious character.
How to portray a sociopath.
How to write characters with PTSD.
Playing characters with memory loss.
Playing a pyromaniac.
How to write a mute character.
How to write a character with an OCD.
How to play a stoner.
Playing a character with an eating disorder.
Portraying a character who is anti-social.
Portraying a character who is depressed.
How to portray someone with dyslexia.
How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.
Portraying a character with severe depression.
How to play a serial killer.
Writing insane characters.
Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.
Tips on writing a drug addict.
How to write a character with HPD.
Writing a character with Nymphomania.
Writing a character with schizophrenia.
Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.
Writing a character with depression.
Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.
Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.
How to play a victim of rape.
How to play a mentally ill/insane character.
Writing a character who self-harms.
Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.
How to play the stalker.
How to portray a character high on cocaine.
Playing a character with ADHD.
How to play a sexual assault victim.
Writing a compulsive gambler.
Playing a character who is faking a disorder.
Playing a prisoner.
Portraying an emotionally detached character.
How to play a character with social anxiety.
Portraying a character who is high.
Portraying characters who have secrets.
Portraying a recovering alcoholic.
Portraying a sex addict.
How to play someone creepy.
Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.
Playing a character under the influence of drugs.
Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.
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me n the girls
My two favorite people are on the phone. I had to go leave the room to grab something - my phone charger, maybe? Neither of them are as close with each other as they are with me, but when I come back in I hear them giggling, talking about something I have no context for. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world. It doesn’t feel right that it’s sitting in my living room, blaring from a barely functioning IPhone 12. I could listen to it for hours. A moment where I know they’re both safe, and happy. They’re not talking about anything serious, nothing important, and that’s half of the joy of it. I want to talk to them, too, of course, but I don’t want the moment to break. Not now, not ever. So I sit, and I wait, and for the few minutes that I get to hear them just laugh it feels like everything bad in the world is so minute. I feel rich. When the conversation lulls - I join back in. I act like I was never there in the first place. Really, I want to tell them, how much I love them, how much I wish they were both really there with me. I don’t. They just want to watch our cartoon - I couldn’t be happier to watch with them.
Sometimes after I get off of the phone with my best friend and my girlfriend it all feels a little less daunting. Like nothing is perfect and I’m still completely aware of that but for the rest of the night it feels manageable and nothing else makes me feel more like I chose right.
Sickfic aesthetics part 2 (you guys seemed to like the first one so)
Peeling wallpaper and lights that no longer work, chips of paint scattered on the floor and the smell of mold, a weak, lifeless person huddled on a moth-eaten couch under a ragged blanket, sun streaming in through boarded up windows, a mouse that skitters across the floorboards as someone fights to sleep, burning eyelids and confusion, not knowing what time it is or how they managed to get where they did, knowing no one will find them here
Firelight casting tall shadows across the room, someone restless and feverish tossing and turning by the hearth, dark shapes looming out from the corners, sweat on their brow and a racing heart, trapped in a never ending night of terror, fighting monsters and demons in their dreams
A thermometer resting in their aching ear, struggling to keep their head up and eyes open, clutching three jackets around their shoulders, the icy metal touch of a stethoscope that makes them shiver, the delicate crinkle of a paper-covered examination table, greenish fluorescents painful on their eyes, struggling to read the fine print on a bottle of unfamiliar antibiotics, hardly being able to wait until they can go home and sleep
Waking up off and on to strangers caring for them; feeding them spoonfuls of broth and medicine, bundling them up warmer, cleaning wounds -- dimly feeling the heat of a fever playing on their battered skin, bruises aching however they lie, too weary and confused to remember what happened to them, smells they don't recognize but that somehow comfort them, blurry and unfamiliar faces speaking anxiously in a language they don't understand
Cold, wet feet, a hoarse cough in their chest and a sharp pain when they breathe in the icy air, wind chimes on a front porch somewhere, snow swirling down dizzyingly from a pinkish night sky, colourful holiday lights with blurred halos around them, unsteady legs, a dazed, unreal, almost peaceful feeling surrounding them as they stagger home, harsh winter wind at their back
Too tired to open their eyes, limbs heavy, blankets almost suffocating them, hearing voices from another room mingling with the voices in their dreams, patterns swirling behind their eyelids, mouth dry and breathing laboured
I love agony ❤️
dialogue from MAG 118
(I wanted to depict Elias as predatory as possible )
us TMA fic writers have made a GRAVE MISTAKE.
How could we possibly forget season 1 is set in the year of our lord 2016????
Tim sprints out of the archives because a Snorlax spawns nearby (Jon doesn’t know what a Pokemon is.) Martin has a musical.ly, Tim has vine (the two of them make dubsmashes when they’re dicking off). There is an eraser shrine dedicated to Harambe in the archive break room. Tim got Sasha addicted to Geometry Dash. Lemonade is constantly playing. Jon grandpa-bitches about how annoying Closer (Chainsmokers) is. Tim’s entire laptop is covered in Pepe stickers. Sasha goes a 30 minute rant about Instagram’s changed their app logo. They all play Agar.io on their lunch break. Tim and Sasha rope Martin in to serenading Jon through an ominous chanting of ‘Alexander Hamilton.’ They have a collective aneurysm when Jon starts singing along. Tim T-poses everywhere. Martin dresses like Arthur (clenched fist version) for Halloween. Tim says “here comes dat boii!!!” every time he sees a worm. They teach Jon to hit the quan in a moment of weakness. The archives team does the mannequin challenge (ILL KISS ANYONE WHO DRAWS THIS HOLY FUCK). Brexit is happening
My post got 1 like… So here it is. Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives reading “Man Door Hand Hook Car Door” like a statement. See you all again in like 3 years. Edit: this kind of blew up and I’ve noticed a lot of people aren’t seeing the OG post. So for clarification: This is a text-to-speech bot I trained
Honestly I want there to be a generator that’s just “Reasons Your Whumpee Gets Beat Up”
Okay but there are some!
The Random Whump Generator
This one includes health/medical issues as well as injuries
This one generates gunshot wounds
For nonhuman whumpees
BONUS:
This one is a pain description indicator for when you're struggling to write pain!
Random backstory generator
@break-so-beautifully - so helpful!
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Told my friend that I told a kid at school today that I was going to peel off his face and staple it to a wall
And my friends immediate response was to ask if I had tumblr. Iconic.
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