i usually have a thing against using faces in graphics for books

prongswhatthefuck2  asked:

What are some good tips for getting started with writing a book? I have a concept but i can't put it into place.

Getting Started with Your Story

There’s no one way to start writing a book. For some people, it’s enough to just jump in and start writing to see where the story takes them. If you’re not too keen on that idea, then here is one process (as in, not the only process) that might help you move beyond your concept. 

  • Concept ≠ Plot

Many writers mistake concept for plot, but they’re actually two very different things. A world where everyone grows up with superpowers is a concept; the plot is what you decide to write about within that concept - the specific characters and what happens to those characters; who your antagonist is and what conflict arises when that antagonist goes after what they want. All of these things contribute to your plot. 

So first, define what it is you actually have at this particular point. Do you just have a concept? If so, you’ll need to take the necessary steps to develop that concept into a plot. 

  • Concept >>> Plot

If you’ve decided that all you really have is a concept, then how do you take it and turn it into a plot? You brainstorm. All brainstorming really amounts to is expanding your ideas. All you’re doing is asking questions about the concept and delving deep into the answers. 

The most simplistic way to start this process, especially if you’re struggling, is to ask one of two questions (or both, if applicable). These two questions: What could go wrong? What could go right?

Going back to my example about a world where everyone grows up with superpowers. If I were to ask the question “what could go wrong,” I’d end up with a whole list of possibilities. 

  • The powers suddenly disappear
  • People start abusing their powers
  • Someone figures out how to steal powers
  • A hierarchy of strong vs. weak powers develops, creating superiority/inferiority dynamics
  • Someone is born without a superpower

There are many more possibilities I didn’t even think of here, but any one (or more) of these could become a plot. Choose one that sounds interesting, and then ask yourself “and then what?” 

Say I choose: Someone figures out how to steal powers. Then what does that person do? Do they recruit people to do the dirty work for them? Do they work alone? Do they hoard these powers and barter them for other goods? Do they attempt to enslave people? Do they attempt to take control of institutions? What do they do?

Your goal is to take your ideas and turn them into actions taken by characters. People doing things. And each piece you add will usually lead into another. If you went with the idea that this character is stealing powers and essentially selling them for other goods, you’d have to ask yourself follow-up questions. First, who are they selling to? Why would anyone buy a new superpower if they already have one? What uses would they have for additional ones? What is the key demographic that this person is trying to reach? Secondly, what are they selling them in exchange for? Money? Favors? Souls? What is this character getting in return?

Now that you’ve examined potential actions that the character takes, you’ve also exposed potential new characters. 

  • People they’re stealing from
  • People they’re bargaining with
  • People that try to police these crimes
  • People that try to copy this character’s process

At the beginning of this section, I talked about using “what could go right” as another optional jumping off point. This is a good path to follow if your concept is already really negative. For a concept where someone is killing people for some pointed reason, you might ask “what could go right” and explore ideas where the killer is caught and brought to justice. 

The point of all this is to think about change as a means of taking your idea from concept to plot. A concept is static - it doesn’t move, evolve, or change. By developing a plot, you’re forcing the concept to be challenged in some way. If you think about it that way, you’ll be able to formulate conflicts, and the people that orchestrate and fight against those conflicts. 

On that note, I think we’re ready to move onto the third piece of my graphic above. 

  • Plot = Character Actions and Consequences

At this point, you have sketches for characters. You’ve got this nameless, faceless person that is stealing the powers, and all these other nameless, faceless people that I listed above. In essence, we have character concepts. And just like we turned our initial concept into a plot, we have to turn these character concepts into actual characters. 

The basics are the easiest way to start. You figure out their name, their gender identity, their age, their appearance, some brief backstory and personality traits. I personally prefer the simplest questionnaire that I put together back in the early days because it hits on the poignant pieces of a character without overwhelming you with 100s of questions. 

Now that you’ve given your character concepts names and faces and potential behaviors, you start to consider how one character’s view of the world inspires them to take certain actions, and you then think about how those actions affect your entire story. 

We already kind of talked about the motives of the power thief in our example, but definitely delve deep here. On the surface, this character seems bad - stealing from people and then selling what they steal. But depending on what it is they’re getting in return, could we not argue that this character is a supernatural Robin Hood? Maybe instead of selling, they’re giving, and maybe the characters they’re stealing powers from are people that abuse and misuse their powers. Character motives can take a plot and turn it on its head, forcing you to reconceptualize everything. And that’s okay! That’s part of the process.

But separate from that idea, if we have a character concept of someone whose powers were stolen, and after developing their basic backstory, we discover that person’s name is Rose, and she has an especially close relationship with her brother. So when her powers are stolen, how does this affect her life? Was she using her powers to keep her brother alive and protected? What she using them to keep a roof over their heads? Was she using them as part of her job, as a means of providing? What happens to her life when her powers are stolen? And what will Rose do about it? Whatever Rose does will impact the story. If she does nothing to get her powers back, how does she solve her problems and does that make for a good story? If she does decide to act, then you’ve moved onto a new plot point to dive deeper into.

My point is, character concepts come from plots, but characters themselves often create plot, as their decisions and mistakes and successes create new outcomes. So if I could modify my original flow chart:

Before you develop something, you conceptualize it. You have a concept, then you make it a plot. You have concepts for characters, then you make them characters. And those characters end up driving your plot, to the point that this happens:

Plot inspires character. Character inspires plot. And it just keeps going around and around and around. Breaking it down into these pieces helps organize the process, but developing a story is rarely this neat and tidy. You’ll get ideas that don’t make sense, ideas that aren’t cohesive, characters you don’t need, characters that piss you off, problems you can’t solve, or plot points you’ve committed to that you no longer like…it will be messy. But it’s your mess, and the more you work on developing your own process, the more it’ll make sense to you. And it’ll become easier to know how to go about fixing it when something’s not right. 

Have fun with this process! It’s supposed to be fun. When the pieces start to become clearer, you’re able to put them together in a rough outline. And once you have a rough outline, you can start writing, and really see it take shape. 

-Rebekah

Baby boy (Jungkook one-shot smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


A/N: Just had it lying around. Will edit later.

Summary: You and Jungkook get carried away at school.

Themes: Baby boy Jungkook, sex with risk of being caught, sex at school, battle for dominance, dom Jungkook, sub Jungkook

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Pure smut

Word count: 4k (like all smut lol)

Trigger warnings: Dominance, sex at school, teasing, swearing, graphic smut, oral

thank you, @lindlovesbts <3


You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.

“And you’re Jungkook.”

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puppy love

genre: fluff, boyfriend!au

star of the show: SF9′s Rowoon

word count: 2,348 words

author’s note: my first sf9 fic. of course its gonna be for rowoon. 

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

opening line: “Your boyfriend is an overgrown bundle of love and affection who doesn’t realize how much strength he has because he still sees himself as a kid at heart.” 

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Sins of the Father: What the Spirit Says

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings (some potential triggers): Incredibly sacrilegious/blasphemous smut, anal sex (female receiving), graphic death (minor character), hints of dub-con, detachment, bondage, knife play, blood play.

Word Count: 1141

A/N: Hello hello! So we’re coming to the point in the story where things get disturbing as hell. This is the beginning of the end.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. :)

My Bálor Babes: @yourr-anger-your-anchor@motleymoose@georgiadean37@wweximaginesxd@racheo91 @daddy-slug@blondekel77@ambrosegirlforever @liam-is-sexy10 @fucking-bandsx@boundtomyfate@hotspurmadridista@florenceivy@geekoftv@behindthesesilvereyes@vsturgeon5489@thegoddessqueenrileycarter@justhavingfun123469@wwesmutandstuff @devitt-club @anerdysouthernbelle @thebadchic   

Originally posted by letstalkwrestling

Because context - even of the sacrilegious kind - is everything, catch up on the Masterlist before you proceed.

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A Strange Request

Pairings: Doctor Strange x Reader

Warnings: Minimal swearing, Injured animal (not graphic)

A/N: Guess who’s back guys! Sorry I haven’t been super active on the blog lately. School got pretty intense and I had a lot of trouble getting this fic started (But I finally did it!) There probably will be a second part to this fic (no more than three) because I feel like I should work on the whole fluff aspect a little more. ~A

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

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You walked along a dimly lit corridor, nodding as you crossed paths with one of the other initiates in your portals and dimensional manipulation class. You looked through one of the stone arches, the sky was darker than pitch. You’d managed to get caught up in you’re reading again. This time, it was the pages of the Tao Te Ching that had captured your attention. You knew that Wong would want his book back as soon as possible, and you’d already been on his bad side for the past month after he caught you with a cup of tea in the library. You stopped in front of the library doors, waiting for them to open and close with their usual muted thud. You walked over to Wong’s desk, but the librarian was nowhere to be found.

“Wong, I really need to see that book,” You could hear Stephen Strange’s annoyed voice coming from somewhere in the back of the library. His and Wong’s footsteps echoed throughout the library, and you ran to hide behind one of the many bookcases. Wong raced right past your hiding spot with a stack of books in his arms, Dr. Strange following in hot pursuit.

“If you want the original copy of the Tao Te Ching, you must wait until it’s returned,” Wong grumbled, plunking his books in the table for emphasis. “Or, you could use one of our transcribed copies to-”

“You don’t understand! I need to see the original copy.”

“And you don’t seem to understand how a library works,” Wong retorted. “Go ask the girl if it’s so important to you.”

“I can’t just go up to y/n and demand that she gives me her book.”

My book,” Wong corrected. “If you don’t want to ask her, then I guess you’ll just have to wait until she’s done with it.”

“You’re not helping at all,” Strange huffed.

“Being your personal assistant isn’t part of my job description,” Wong said primly. He sat down in his desk chair and picked up a heavy, leather-bound book, signaling the end of their conversation. Strange stormed from the room, a scowl etched deep into his face. You waited for a moment and tried to escape the room without Wong noticing, your heart pounding in your chest. You were halfway out the door before Wong said anything.

“Make sure to keep those neon monstrosities away from my book, y/n,” Wong called.

“It was just Starbucks!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Wong called. “You ruin that book and Strange will be the least of your worries.”

“Dr. Strange? Why would he-”

“Don’t play dumb. Bookcases don’t make good hiding places, and you clearly haven’t mastered the art of invisibility yet,” Wong said flatly.

“Oh,” you said sheepishly. You stood there for a moment, waiting to see what punishment awaited you.

Wong turned a page in his book, “You can go, just don’t let me catch you sneaking around here again.”

You turned and fled the room, making it halfway down the hall before you realized you’d forgotten to turn in your book. Well, at least you could expect a visit from Strange.

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“Y/n, could I talk to you?” Strange said, putting his hand on your arm to get your attention.

“Sure,” you said, waving goodbye to your friend, Jasmine. She raised an eyebrow, you’d been raving to her about your crush on him for weeks.

“Catch you later?” She called.

“You know it, Jaz.”

You turned back to Strange who gave you a strained smile before turning on his heels and leading you to the nearby courtyard.

“So…that book you have,” he nodded to the book you had tucked under your arm, “I was wondering when you’d be done with it, because I really need it for one of my classes.”

You stood there for a moment, unable to speak, your cheeks slowly turning bright red.

“Are you okay?” Strange asked, noting your odd behavior.

“Y-yeah,” you managed to squeak. “H-here, don’t forget to bring it back in a week or Wong’ll kill you,” you giggled nervously, nearly shoving the book into his hands.

“Okay. Thanks I guess,” Strange looked down at the book in confusion. “Listen, I’ve got to get going so…”

“Okay. Bye,” you squeaked. He turned and walked across the courtyard, waving at you lazily behind his back. You waited until he disappeared into the building before collapsing against the trunk of an old cherry blossom tree, covering your face with your hands. That was a disaster.

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“So, how’d it go?” Jaz called from her spot she’d claimed next to your door.

“Not now,” you sighed, throwing the door open and collapsing onto your bed.

Jaz scrambled to her feet and followed you into your room, “That bad, huh?”

“I could barely speak to him,” you sighed, burying your face into your pillow.

“What did he want to talk about?” Jaz said. You could almost feel her impatience from across the room.

“Books. He wanted to talk about books,” you sighed, flopping over onto your back. “I had the only copy of the book he wanted. That’s the only reason he wanted to talk to me.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry!” Jaz sighed. She knelt in front of the bed and dragged you into a hug.

You shrugged her off and curled up into a ball, “If I hadn’t frozen up, maybe I could’ve turned things around…he probably thinks I’m crazy.”

“C’mon, don’t say that!” Jaz begged. You turned to face the wall, trying to ignore her. “You know what,” Jaz said, “I did overhear him talking the Ancient One about learning to scry. I mean, if you’re really desperate, you could check out all the beginner level books from the library.”

You turned back to her, “Jaz, I know you’re trying to help, but that’s insane!”

“Hey, it was just an idea,” she shrugged.

“Well I’m not doing it,” you replied, “I still have standards.”

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“Wong, I’m going to need all of your beginner-level books on scrying,” you said impatiently after waiting for the librarian to take his head out of his book.

“All of them?” Wong raised an eyebrow. “You need 23 books on scrying?”

“Yes.”

Wong shrugged and got up, putting a slip of scrap paper in his book, “Okay.”

“Wait, you’re not going to ask me why I need all those books?” You were more than a little disappointed that you wouldn’t get to use your carefully concocted lie.

“As long as you get those books back to me in good condition, I really don’t care why you need them,” Wong said. He rushed off to the back of the library, stopping occasionally to pick up a book or two. Clutching a large stack of books, Wong returned to his desk in under five minutes.

“Thank you so much-” you began before he stopped you.

“This is only about half of them,” Wong interrupted. He walked off again, this time returning with an even larger stack of books.

That’s all of them,” Wong said, setting the books down on the counter.

“Thanks, Wong,” you said weakly, grabbing some of the books and trudging off to your room. A few trips later, every surface in your room was dominated by leather bound books. You picked up a random book and settled down in your bed, might as read some of these books if they’re gonna be taking up space in my room. The familiar smell of old leather and paper filled the room, and you smiled. Hell, I might even learn something.

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You holed yourself up in your room for the next week, working your way through three or four of the books. On the rare occasions that you did leave your room for food or classes, Strange barely even looked at you. Still, you held onto the hope that he would eventually approach you about the books. Between sessions of obsessing about your crush, you found the time to practice scrying. You tried using mirrors, fire, oil, and water, but nothing seemed to work. The most you ever managed to see was the occasional patch of sky or piece of tree bark. After your latest failure, you decided to take a short walk in the courtyard to clear your head. While there, you stumbled upon a small crow with a broken wing.

“Hey there bud,” you cooed to the bird, cupping him gently in your hands. He snapped his beak at you weakly, “C’mon bud I’m trying to help you.” He let out a strangled squawk and closed his eyes tightly, his chest heaving with every breath. You brought him down to Jaz’s room, tapping the door quietly with your foot. The bird’s eyes popped open at the sudden noise.

Jaz opened the door and gave you a confused look, “Y/n, aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

You looked at the antique clock she had in the corner of her room. You’d managed to forget about your martial arts class. “I know,” you said, “but I found this little guy out in the courtyard.” You held up the bird who made a small whimpering sound. “I think his wing’s broken. Do you think you can fix him?”

“Come put him on the table,” Jaz said, opening the door and moving from the doorway. “You know, you should probably be doing this type of thing on your own.”

“Yeah, but you’re way better at healing magic than I am,” you said as you put the crow on the table. The bird shuffled around a bit, his claws making small clicking noises as they tapped against the wooden table. Jaz knelt in front of the table and corralled the bird between her hands, murmuring a few words under her breath. You could feel a small thrum of energy resonate in the room, and the bird squawked indignantly and took flight. He flew in a few panicked circles before landing on your shoulder, digging his claws into your skin.

“Hey, watch the claws,” you hissed in pain. The bird loosened his iron grip just a tiny bit, chirping in apology.

“I think he likes you,” Jaz laughed. “You can take him back outside. He should be good to fly now.”

“Alright. See you later Jaz.”

“Bye, y/n.”

“Say goodbye birdy.”

The bird squawked in response, flapping his wings to keep his balance as you left the room.

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After your lesson with your martial arts teacher, you took a quick shower and headed back to your room, the bird still in tow. You’d tried to release him in the courtyard but he had refused to leave your shoulder. Back at the dojo, he had waited for you in a nearby tree until the end of your lesson. Now he sat at one end of your desk, pecking at a few crackers you’d managed to find for him.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” You sighed. The bird seemed to sense your gaze and looked up, letting out a small, pitiful chirp. “Well, if you’re not going to leave me alone, I should at least give you a name. How about Raven?” You grinned. The bird squawked and narrowed his eyes at you, Really? He seemed to say. “Okay, fine! How about Korra?” The bird shook his head and made a sneezing noise. “Oh! Are you a boy?” The bird bobbed his head up and down. “How about…Huginn?” The crow cocked his head to the side for a moment, as if he were thinking. Finally, he chirped in assent. “Okay, Huginn it is! Do you want to help me out with my scrying buddy?” The bird chirped and latched onto your shoulder. You grabbed a shiny bronze bowl and filled it halfway with cold water. You let it sit for a moment, waiting for the ripples to settle. Gazing into the bowl, you thought about the courtyard, trying to get an image to appear in the water. For half a second, you thought you could see the outline of the old cherry blossom tree, but your concentration was broken when Huginn decided to perch on the edge of the bowl and dip his beak in the water.

“Sweetie, you’re not supposed to drink the water!” You sighed, “Look, I have to start all over again.” Huggin squawked and looked from you to the bowl. “What, are you happy now?” He pecked at your hand and gestured to the water with his head, “Hey-” you began, your voice dying in your throat when you looked into the water. Your face and the wall behind you seemed to be projected into the water, everything was covered in a strange iridescent sheen. “Wha-” Huginn squawked impatiently and flew back to his crackers. The image in the water lurched suddenly, and all you could see was the pile of crackers. “Oh! So I can only see what you see?” The bird bobbed his head impatiently, Finally! He seemed to say. “I’m a little new to this whole magic thing bud, cut me some slack.” The bird shook out his feathers and hopped toward the window, staring at you expectantly. “Do you want to go out?” The bird turned and pecked at the shutters. “Okay, I’m getting there! Keep it in your pants!” You reached around the bird and gently pushed out the shutters, and before you could even move your arm out of the way, the bird burst into the open skies. You looked back into the bronze bowl and a literal bird’s eye view of the compound appeared in the mirrored surface. Huginn banked on a sudden gust of wind and you could see Strange and Wong arguing in the library through one of the barred windows. You willed Huginn to get a little closer, and he did, wriggling through a gap in one of the filigree covered windows. He hopped onto on of the book shelves and scurried a little closer to the two men. You could hear their voices now, but the sound was muffled, like you had a layer of cotton stuffed in your ears.

“How do you not have a single book on scrying?” Strange shouted, banging his fist on the table in front of him.

“Y/n came in, she wanted the books, I gave them to her,” Wong said calmly, reshelving a book that looked like it was bound in snakeskin. “We’ve been through this before haven’t we? If you want the books you wait your turn.”

“She needed all of them?” Strange asked incredulously.

“I’ve seen stranger things,” Wong shrugged.

“What am I supposed to do know?” Strange sighed.

“Why don’t you just ask her to bring a few of them back? Or are you afraid of her?” Wong smirked.

“No! She’s a really sweet girl,” Strange began, blushing when he noticed the teasing look Wong had on his face. “I don’t have a crush on her okay!”

“I didn’t say that,” Wong said, raising an eyebrow. Strange turned an even darker shade of red. 

“I can’t believe you have a crush on that one,” Wong snorted, turning back to his re-shelving. Huginn squawked in indignation, responding to your sudden flash of indignation. Wong looked up, spotting Huginn almost immediately. It felt as though he was staring at you through the water. As Huginn tried to make his escape, Wong grabbed him from the air, trapping him in his hands. The bird squawked and struggled tremendously, but Wong stroked his head gently, calming him. He brought Huginn over to the window and released him, “Fly back to your master little one,” he said quietly.

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Surprisingly, Wong didn’t kill you in your sleep over your latest misadventure, but he did ban you from the library for the next week and put new warding spells up around the library. You were a little disappointed that you’d been caught so easily, but you had learned something from this whole fiasco. Strange had a crush on you.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, and thanks to G for proofreading. Also, thanks to the Anon who sent in that awesome request! Again, there probably will be another part to this fic (with a lot more fluff). Hopefully that will be out in about a week or so. I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. ~A

Part 2

Part 3

Creating A Roleplay: An Addendum

Everything about what I’m going to talk about below will be an update from an earlier post of mine that I made, initially, two years ago and will also briefly discuss pros and cons! Please feel free to use both as a guide. 

Admin / Modding

  • Solo
    • Being an independent admin has its perks but depending on the type of roleplay you’ll be setting up, it is also a lot of work. Performing all of the admin responsibilties can take up more time and leave you with little time or even muse to make replies owed to your character(s). There are a lot of factors one should consider before setting up a roleplay: how big of a roleplay do they want (small, mid-size, large), how long do they want the roleplay to last, and how dedicated can they be with time management and whether or not this approach will mean the roleplay is casual or more ‘serious.’ Roleplaying these days is not what it used to be in the past so it’s definitely a lot like a 9 to 5 job. I recommend solo if: you’re unsure about working with others, can handle that responsibility and have definite ideas in mind about the future/eventual end of your roleplay, and how much experience you have at hosting a roleplay.
  • Group
    • A group admin roleplay (with two or more) can be a very beneficial and efficient way of running a roleplay, especially currently. Duties can be assigned and people who excel at certain areas over others (graphics, coding, bios, promoting, etc…) can be given to those who can do those best; it also helps when the group consists of admins in different time zones. (After all, we all want utmost best for our roleplays). However, the trade off here is time coordination and requires working as a team and trusting the people you’re working with. 
      • There also may be some “favouritism” or a “rank” in which admins are easier to approach/talk to - even if all of the admins are kind and friendly, one or a few admins might receive more attention than others. This is risky only because some might get jealous or perceive that negatively thus tearing apart an otherwise great admin team and/or destroying the roleplay. There are also players that will try to alienate admins.

Blog Hosting

  • Primary
    • While a primary is great to have in that you can reach out to people privately this way and etc, it has its disadvantages from having to continually switch back and forth from your character accounts to the main and vice versa. 
  • Secondary
    • A secondary is especially great if you have more than one admin in a roleplay, all of the character accounts can be primary with the roleplay being secondary – this eliminates the need to have members access the blog on a different or incognito browser, it also means you can always be notified when a message is sent to the main without leaving the individual waiting for a few hours or so before doing a main check in. It’s also great for, if an admin leaves or drama goes down and wants to do something spiteful (like, delete the blog), they can’t. This can be bad, though, for queueing purposes (depending on how much you like to queue in a day and how active you are as a character/on the main because of the post limit).
  • Off-Site Hosting
    • Twitter
      • Not sure how this works but I know this is becoming popular. Probably best for Hollywood-related RP’s and/or a casual approach!
    • Forums 
      • IMO, these are a bit unorganized and are still a little obsolete despite their comeback. 

Presentation

  • Approachability
    • Being friendly and not sounding full of yourself is the way to go. Always. And try not to do things that would be blatantly wrong (like, purposely whitewashing a POC and then being in denial about it rather than apologizing, owning up to it and changing it).
    • If confronted with a situation, it’s best to approach it after you’ve cooled down (anger and/or anxiety-wise) and allowed the more emotional reaction to pass; it’s better to approach things rationally and calm, this keeps you from saying, well, stupid shit that could be used against you in the future and/or make a situation worse. Hear all sides and do not discret what someone says unless you have absolute proof that they’re wrong if you need to support your claim (comfort level is a different matter, however).
  • Activity
    • What kills a roleplay faster than anything is not being active on the main or having an active presence in the RPC. As I stated in my earlier post, a lot of roleplays come out in a week and it’s important to not lose determination. 
  • Mascots
    • Can be a hindrance or a help. Some people are turned away from mascots for a variety of reasons: bad FC experience, not being able to use that FC for their character if they desired to do so. But they can be helpful in conveying tone of a message and/or a clearer identifier of which admin is responding!
  • “Aesthetics”
    • Is unsurprisingly very important because let’s all face it, we all judge a book by its cover even when we say we don’t. We do. Having a nice theme and graphics is what draws the eye in. It sucks but it’s true (how else would those contained themes be popular if it weren’t?). If you don’t know how to make graphics or aren’t advanced enough to do so, there are RPH’s out there that do take requests! (But be sure to credit them)!

Style of Theme

  • Fansite
    • Gonna be biased here and say these are the best for presenting the main roleplay. Text are usually darker and bigger, and not drop shadowed; the navigation is more readily accessible. (Placement of things is important however and having a fixed, easy to reach pagination is suggested - such as off to the side or up in the topbar navigation rather than at the very bottom of the posts, or having a script that can enable the ‘back to the top’ feature).
  • Contained
    • I personally don’t suggest these for the main page for the roleplay at all. They’re too condensed and when you’re trying to pack a lot of information into a roleplay, these aren’t the best to use. Using them on the character accounts is fine and all but it just doesn’t belong on a roleplay that has to host: biographies, events/tasks, and etc…. Those posts can get quite long. 
  • Navigation
    • On the main page, listing important links (plot, rules, characters, [town, lore], application/apply) is important before providing the “navi+” that then goes on to list all of the links. The navigation page should be easy to use and navigation. The background should not be the same or similar to the colour being used for the text.
  • Blogroll
    • However you decide to do this (following all of the blogs back or listing out the links then linking in its own page or combined as an OOC directory), it should follow the same premise as above.
  • Character Masterlist
    • Some like to go beyond the typical ‘Female, all, open, taken’, ‘Male, open, all, taken’ route and make a kind of ‘muses’ page where the FC picture is provided along with essentials and a brief summary then a link to their bio. This should follow the same rule as above.

Graphics

  • Character PSDs
    • There are plenty of free-to-use PSDs out there for people to use but try being original if you can! Character PSDs can be a really cool way to incorporate symbolism into the graphics that may or may not be included in the header and promo images. 
  • Header
    • Similar to the promo image, this can be an expansion of the promo image or the same as is, but this will also help to draw attention to your roleplay. I advise using it both in the mobile theme header and on the main page itself.
  • Promo Image
    • This is what your eye catcher will be. This should in some way represent the overall theme of your roleplay. Try to have some stand out pieces.

Content

  • Plot
    • Stagnant
      • Shorter life span, tends to only last about a few months to a year depending on how fast the plot progresses. Best for casual or novel-like roleplays. 
    • Seasonal
      • If you want your roleplay to last a long time and have it sort run like a television show, a ‘seasonal’ route is a good option to consider! As we know, people can get attached to the world and the characters in it, so what happens after you beat the main villain in season one? You work up the next conflict for your characters to deal with! A seasonal route can also allow for intermittant hiatuses to give the admins time away to break and think of what to bring next while also building up hype for the return. 
  • Character Bios
    • As an admin, you have a variety of options on how to approach this aspect. 
      • Skeleton – This is great for if you don’t want to write a lot of bios or don’t have the muse or time to do that. The pattern of skeletons can vary and be either not complete or partially complete, and the person interested in applying would simply provide the rest of the details. The skeleton can include ideas you had for a character but didn’t know how to complete. Additionally, this is great for a casual approach, as well as giving players the feeling like they’re creating an OC but with direction.
      • OC – An original character. A very popular choice of bringing characters into a world and molding them to fit within it; of course, not OC’s are great so don’t feel forced to accept them! This is also a casual approach, and even more so than the skeleton one.
      • Canon – The most time-consuming but also the benefit of creating a character that you know fits in with the world you created. 
  • Additional Information (town(s), lore, villain, etc…)
    • When including other information to add to the world you’ve created, I suggest making it as original as you can. With a lot of roleplays following similar genres, you’ll want something that sticks out - even if just the tiniest bit. 
  • Events
    • These tend to last longer, from a few weeks to a month. These act as plot progressional tools. You’ll want to at least have one event going each month, this is what will help keep your roleplay interesting and moving forward.
  • Tasks
    • Optional or mandatory. Shorter and can be used to build up to the event or the overall plot. It can be something silly as well, like something that focuses on the characters or invokes thought.
  • (Ask) Memes / Anons
    • Optional or mandatory. Just like with the events and tasks, memes help encourage OOC and IC interaction. It can also encourage thought about characters. They can be used to encourage IC interaction by allowing characters to reply to the responses or be used however seen fit. 
  • Credit
    • Somewhere on the main, I advise creating a page of dedication where you give credit to the resources you’ve used in your roleplay. 

Promoting

  • Affiliation 
    • Reaching out to similar roleplays to become affiliates is a great way to promote yourself and them. It also helps build a network for future projects!
  • Shoutouts
    • Utilizing RPH’s is another great way of spreading the word. All you have to do is send in a paragraph summarizing your roleplay and/or submitting a promo post through them!
  • Promos
    • You’ll want set up a queue that promotes your graphics on the daily with a high frequency volume since the tags move very fast. The max you can queue in a day is: 300.
  • Tag Variation
    • To avoid steering away potential applicants and to also draw in more attention, using a variety of tags that represent your roleplay is good. RP and RPG are good variations as well. Remember, only the first 5 tags show up in the searches. 
  • Talk Tag
    • This is becoming a more popular trend, I’ve noticed, and this can be used to help build up hype before launching or relaunching your roleplay!
  • Inspo / Aesthetics Blog
    • Similar to the talk tag, this can help build up hype and also give your players and future applicants an idea for what your roleplay is like.
  • Utilizing Your Personal / RPH+
    • Can bring in additional traffic to those who like to roleplay but may not necessarily know how to browse the tags or doesn’t check the tags regularly. This also builds up hype!

Personal Opinions

  • Don’t choose the player over your fellow admin in a situation where you know the player is wrong. Keeping players around and demoting and/or kicking out an admin just because you’d rather keep the player happy and not lose a member or a few is bad. (As well as shady and uncomfortable). The same goes in the reverse situation. Remove the antagonizers, even if that results in 10 others leaving in the process - it’s better to remove all negativity possible than to keep one or two around just because you don’t want the roleplay to collapse. It’s important to not let anyone divide the group as a whole (players and admins). 
FALLEN LEAVES

REQUEST:  

Ship: Yoonseok Prompt: yoongi is a slowly rising professional photographer, and he bumps into this cute boy (hoseok) on a trip and wow hes cute lets ask him to be my model ?? bonus points if they end up dating and they travel around together and hoseok is yoongi’s main muse / model (bonus points x2 if namjin are boyfys that are yoongi’s friends and every time yoongi mentions hoseok they tell him to shut up and ask him out already)

TITLE: Fallen Leaves
PAIRING:  Min Yoongi  ♡  Jung Hoseok │ Kim Namjoon  ♡  Kim Seokjin
GENRE: Fluff, Photographer AU, Model AU, Traveller-Meets-Lover
RATING: PG17
WARNING: This is pretty much 10K of how much Yoongi loves Jung Hoseok :)
WORDS: 10,596

Summary: Rising photographer, Min Yoongi, totally didn’t go to Canada because he watched Goblin and thought it looked absolutely stunning. OK–maybe he did. But it wasn’t exactly the scenery that he fell in love with through his camera lens.

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Bored of You?

Summary: Dan and Phil have rituals, but what happens if those rituals get stale?

Genre: Extremely fluffy

Word Count: 1,277

AN: Soooo this is sort of my first fic for this fandom (and the first one I’ve written in a while) so it’s short and sweet. I hope you like it! If you have suggestions for anything else you’d like to see me write, feel free to pop into my ask!

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Rowaelin Fanfic, Modern Au, But She’s looking at You, Part 3

Part 1 |  Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

Maeve owns the best club in the city, but when Aelin shows up demanding answers from her Aunt, she is forced into one month of working as a DJ in her Aunt’s club in exchange for information. Along the way she meets Rowan and the rest of the cadre, who are working as bartenders in the club… and Rowan is given the task of babysitting Aelin for the month.

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter includes a scene involving attempted rape. Nothing too graphic happens, but there’s some language and violence too. xx

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NEWSHOUR ART BEAT: This Chinese-American cartoonist forces us to face racist stereotypes

After receiving a “genius” grant from the MacArthur Foundation last week, the PBS NewsHour spoke with the award-winning author Gene Luen Yang on his graphic novel, “American Born Chinese.”

The book features Cousin Chin-Kee (as in “chinky”) who is a mishmash of some of the worst historical — and modern — American stereotypes used against Asians.

How did people originally respond to the character when the graphic novel was published?

I would say I’ve gotten different types of feedback about the Cousin Chin-Kee character. Some older Asian-Americans told me when they got to that character, it was so painful for them to look at. It was hard for them to finish the book, and that was what I was kind of going for.

Some other Asian Americans around my age or people who are younger who grew up in a minority setting where they’re not around a lot of Asian-Americans; they totally understand. They think he’s funny, and they understand that he’s funny in this really painful way.

And then — it hasn’t happened in a while — but every now and then somebody will come up to me, usually it’s at a comic book convention, and they’ll say, “You know that Cousin Chin-Kee character? He’s so cute. Do you have a T-shirt with him, because he’s so cute.” And I was not going for cute when I designed that character.

One of the regrets that I have with the book, like if I were to do the whole thing over again, is I would try to exaggerate the Cousin Chin-Kee character even more, to cut down on some of that.

Oh, wow. That’s an actual regret you have?

Yeah. I feel like I didn’t exaggerate him enough. If I had exaggerated him a little more, then maybe people would not find him cute.

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If ever there was a time that Kirkman and Gimple were totally mistaken in thinking that it was a good idea to follow the comic books on the TV show, then Glenn Rhee’s totally unjustified and unnecessary death this season was most definitely it. Not only was Glenn the most complex, dynamic, kindhearted, and likable main character who was the heart of TF (Team Family), but his death was totally unnecessary. He also never got the full backstory, character development, and closure of story that he deserved before they killed him off, either.

I could have been more accepting of Glenn’s death if he had actually gotten the full character development, backstory, and closure of story that he deserved beforehand in the six years that he was on this show as a main character, but he never did. I could have been more accepting of it if the writers hadn’t spent half of season six hiding Glenn under a dumpster with his ultimate fate in question, and then revealed that he was still alive, only to kill him off for real in the S7 premiere, but they did. I could have been more accepting of Glenn’s death if the writers hadn’t had him kill another living person to defend his group for the first time ever in S6, something that comic Glenn never did, and then never used that perfect new opportunity to give him the dark arc that they promised us he would get. But they didn’t.

I still think it’s lazy, racist, and sexist writing to say that the MOC in a romantic relationship has to die for his female s/o to be empowered, but I’ve accepted the fact that Robert Kirkman’s writing is unintentionally lazy, racist, and sexist because he’s never been that creative or strong of a storyteller or writer who’s very well acquainted with real life issues, and the only way he really knows how to develop characters in his comic books is by killing off the people that they love, so I could have been more accepting of Glenn’s death on the TV show if Maggie’s TV counterpart hadn’t been introduced as a character who already was a badass, independent, and self-confident leader even before she got serious with Glenn. I’m not saying that it still wasn’t lazy, racist, and sexist writing on Kirkman’s part in the comic books, too, but, at the very least, Glenn’s death in the comics served as a legitimate purpose that he used to change Maggie for the better with because her comic book counterpart was introduced as a damsel-in-distress character who was so emotionally insecure and physically weak that she relied on her husband as her crutch in every sense of the word, and didn’t learn how to be a badass, independent, and self-confident leader until he died. But TV Maggie already was a badass, independent, and self-confident woman who knew how to be a leader with Glenn by her side, like I said before, so essentially his death on the show did nothing to add to her character development/Hilltop arc, anyway. I could easily see TV Maggie still taking charge in the exact same way on Hilltop, if Glenn were still alive on the show right now.

I could have been more accepting of Glenn’s death on the show if his TV counterpart had been Rick’s primary righthand man, like he was in the comic books. In the comic books Glenn was Rick’s primary righthand man, and his death by Negan with Lucille in Issue #100 served as the main catalyst that led to Rick vowing to avenge the death of his righthand man with a promise to kill Negan/go to war against him and the Saviors. In the TV show, however, Daryl Dixon has been Rick’s primary righthand man throughout most of the series to present, starting from S2, and he’s still living, so Glenn’s death on the show was not needed to act as the main catalyst that motivate Rick to avenge his death with a vow to kill Negan on the show because his best friend/righthand man is still alive on it.

I could have been more accepting of Glenn’s death on this show if it had actually been necessary to contribute to storyline purposes beyond just shocking the audience with the uncessarily gruesome and graphic death of a beloved character, and giving yet another man pain storyline to Daryl Dixon(a character who doesn’t even exist in the comics) by making him indirectly responsible for it with it. I could have been more accepting of Glenn’s death if he had actually had the dignity of it being his own. However, Glenn’s death on the show wasn’t his own, and Kirkman and Gimple didn’t make it feel like it was necessary to progress Glenn, Maggie, or even Rick’s storylines with how vastly different their TV counterparts are/were their comic book counterparts. Glenn’s death on the show was just about shocking the audience, and giving Daryl Dixon a man pain storyline. Let’s face it, when given the choice between Daryl and another character’s life, the writers will usually choose to kill off the other character, instead of Daryl. Unless it ever comes down to choosing between Rick and/or Carl (the untouchable main leads with good reason) and Daryl’s lives, and even I’m beginning to wonder if the writers actually would choose to kill off Rick and/or Carl before Daryl on this show with how much of an overrated cash cow his character has become due to the fact that Gimple and Kirkman just love to cater to the “If Daryl dies we riot” fanbase who make up most of the TWD fandom and rake in the most cash for them by keeping him alive past what should have been his expiration date in S4, I really don’t ever see that changing on this show.

Sadly, there are just too many things on this show that make Glenn’s death this season feel like the absolutely most disgusting, disrespectful, unacceptable, unjustified, unforgivable, and unnecessary death on this show. No amount of happy TF scenes that they throw at me from this season forward will ever make up for the absolute wrongness of Glenn’s totally unjustified and unnecessary death on the show. It’s like the beating heart of this show’s main original group has been cruelly ripped away for no good reason with Glenn, and now there’s just this huge void that makes every other main character on this show feel half-alive and hollow inside, no matter how many beautiful moments they have together. It’s almost like they really have become the walking dead on this show now that Glenn is gone for no good reason. If that’s what Kirkman and Gimple were going for by killing off Glenn for no good reason this season, then they succeeded Kirkman and Gimple. Not surprisingly, they also succeeded in killing off many other fans overall emotional investment in their show with Glenn in the season seven premiere, including my own. They earned the low ratings this season.

Yes, I’m still watching for Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Maggie, but my heart’s no longer in it without Glenn. It’s gotten to the point where the overall premise of the show has just gotten so incredibly dark, boring, and slow to me, especially without Glenn there. My feelings towards this show are so cynical and hopeless now that Glenn is dead for no good reason that now a part of me is just waiting for a good final excuse to quit this show to come along on this show through the death of another main character that I actually do like. There’s not too many horrible things that the writers could do to the characters on this show that would infuriate me at this point, expect for kill Maggie and take away her baby. It’s not that I don’t love Rick, Carl, and Michonne, too. I actually really do. It’s just that most of my enthusiasm in this show died with Glenn in the S7 premiere, like I said before. It sucked away the vast majority of my emotional investment in this show, and nothing will ever fill it back up again.

Kirkman and Gimple sold out Glenn Rhee, the most complex, dynamic, kind, loving, selfless, and likable character on this show by setting him up for what could have been a really amazing and interesting potential comic divergent storyline arc for him, and then killing him off without even giving him the full backstory, character development, and closure of storyline that he deserved beforehand because they were too lazy, wanted to shock the audience, and were too afraid to kill off Daryl, their cash cow when it came down to choosing between killing off him or Glenn. Glenn’s death happened on the show so that Gimple and Kirkman could try to appeal to the disturbed minds of horror genre/graphic novel enthusiasts who actually enjoy watching this show, not for the characters, but just so that they can see the bloody, disgusting, graphic, gruesome, sadistic, shocking, violent, and horrific deaths brought to life in explicit detail with them being recreating them on their TV screens, no matter how mindless and unjustified they may be in regards to the narrative, because of their flawed and superficial logic that “It’s an iconic scene in the comic books, so, therefore, it must happen on the TV show, too.” Glenn’s death happened because, even though it’s clear that the writers haven’t known what to do with Daryl’s character since they killed off his brother in S3 and don’t really care about him anymore, Kirkman and Gimple refuse to kill him off, just to appease the “If Daryl dies we riot” fanbase that make up the vast majority of the TWD fandom, and rake in cash. Even when it comes down to choosing between the lives of Daryl and another characters who is more interesting and has more potential to offer than him on the show, like Glenn did, they will always choose for Daryl to survive over them because he rakes in more cash.

Glenn’s death on the show just proved that the Glenn fans were right all along. Killing off Glenn on the show really is the biggest mistake that Kirkman and Gimple ever made, Killing off Glenn on the show has not been beneficial to the overall storyline, or any of the other characters development on it. They should not have killed off Glenn on the show when his TV counterpart still had so much potential left, and he was the most complex, dynamic, kindhearted, likable, and selfless character on the show who acted as TF’s beating heart. Killing off Glenn has caused a major decline in the ratings this season. Fans are angry that they killed off Glenn as shock value for the audience and to give Daryl another man pain storyline when he doesn’t even exist in the comic books, like Glenn does/did.

Dahmer Detective: Part III

Part 3/3 of victim identifications and summary of confession to Detectives Kennedy and Murphy.

Notes:

• Over 300 homicides were speculated and asked of the Milwaukee Police Department to look into after Dahmer’s capture.
• When asked about Adam Walsh, Jeff says, “He’s a kid; I wouldn’t hurt a little kid.” Pat reminds him of 15 year old victim of his (who was actually 14, Jamie Doxtator) and Dahmer insisted he thought that his victim was young, but still of age. He stated that he was not attracted to children and that while what he did was selfish and horrible, he sought out sexually mature guys - ones that could give and receive pleasure. He acted almost annoyed at the suggestion that he was interested in children in that way.
• Sixth victim (unnamed victim - possibly Raymond Smith/Cash D/Ricky Beeks - Dahmer says he thinks this occurred October 1990, but Ernest Miller was his only October victim). Some of these particular polaroids have made their way online, identified with the chest cavity opened up for intercourse and to masturbate with the viscera.
• Home inventory included ten skulls, 4 bodies in one blue drum of muriatic acid, sets of hands, a human scalp, two preserved penises, an entire skeleton, and various cutlery all with traces of human remains. Ziploc bags filled with organs were neatly piled in his freezer, led detectives to the conclusion that Dahmer was eating his victims. Pat seems a bit shaken by this news and goes back to speak with Dahmer, who notices his changed behavior and asks if he is okay.
• Seventh victim (unnamed - Edward Smith) wasn’t Dahmer’s type but he was affectionate and eager so Jeffrey took him home anyway. Tried to bake the skull but it exploded (Jeff felt “rotten” about it) and he wasn’t able to keep any of him.
• Det. Pat Kennedy receives personal calls asking for interviews from Oprah Winfrey, Inside Edition, and Geraldo Rivera for a sum of $30k.
• Dahmer notes that black prisoners don’t especially care for him and make remarks at him, but he doesn’t feel worried about it.
• Joyce, Jeff’s mother, refused to have anything to do with Jeff’s case or the defense.
• Ambassador Hotel victim (aka - Jeff’s spiral back into murder after nearly a ten year gap - unnamed 2nd victim - Steven Tuomi, although apparently accidental) He awoke after a night of consensual sex, followed by his drugging antics - finalized with less consensual sex - and victim was lying beneath him, broken ribs, bleeding out of mouth, and dead. Dahmer’s arms were bruised and he did not recall how or why this occurred. Found himself aroused many times during dismemberment.
• Pat eats lunch with Jeff and Dahmer tells him the prison food is starchy and he is not used to it. (Beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, and peas)
• Kennedy and Murphy bring up the meat in the freezer and Jeff looks terrified, like a child waiting for punishment, and they have to reassure him they just need to know the truth, and he caves. He admits it, embarrassed because he thought things were going so smoothly with the Detectives and they had been so nice to him, and he didn’t want the press to find out because he knew it would be considered ‘monstrous’.
• First victim he attempted cannibalism on was Cash D - (aka Raymond Smith or Ricky Beeks). A hustler, agreed to come back for $100 and photos, Jeff had tried to hug and kiss him and he would only let Jeff fellate him and take pictures. Jeff was especially drawn to his muscles. Dahmer says this is the victim he stabbed in the throat (but it was actually Ernest Miller?) because he started to wake up. He kept the whole skeleton, kept heart, bicep, and thigh for consumption.
• Says other very attractive victim male model (unnamed victim, Oliver Lacy, based on the more graphic details to follow) Dahmer attempts to use chloroform, hoping he can keep him alive longer, as he feels lucky to have him, but it doesn’t work. Places head in a box - found at crime scene - and took Polaroids of him hanging from his shower rod by a strap and others in various poses lying on his stomach, handcuffed, flesh open. In one photo, three corpses are visible, dismembered in the background.
• He started going to Chicago to pick up men because of the complaints against him at Milwaukee bathhouses, he picked up more bathhouse memberships out there instead.
• A guy he drugged in Chicago accused him of doing so, they argued, and he punched Jeff in the face, leaving his nose bloody and left. This person has never come forward or been identified.
• He describes meeting ‘mixed-race’ victim (unnamed victim, Jeremiah Weinberger) and how affectionate and loving he was to him. They rode the Greyhound from Chicago to Jeff’s apartment, where he agreed to stay the weekend without any payment. On the ride home, they had oral and anal sex, and Dahmer said that although he usually hated it, he let (Weinberger) have his way because he was so eager. He goes on to say that they had almost what he saw as an normal relationship - they ate breakfast together the next day, took a walk, drank together, and had more affectionate sex (Dahmer calls ‘making love’ - he calls it that pretty often in here), he says it was “wonderful”. (Weinberger) says he has to go to work the following day and must leave soon, Dahmer realizes he’ll never have a normal relationship and makes him the drink.
• During lunch with Jeff, Pat is eating some small bananas native to Hawaii. Jeff asks if he can have one, and Pat says he can, Jeff says they remind him of fingers having sat in muriatic acid. He eats it and says it’s not bad.
• Jeff says he photographed one of the final victims (unnamed - Matt Turner) standing because rigor mortis had set in and made him posable. Pat thought the victim was still living in the Polaroid.
• Jeff says he chose his victims based on attractiveness, body type, and opportunity, never race or anything else. He would watch them and see if they noticed him first, sometimes it was easy, other times he would wait for them to be alone so he could talk to them or until bars were closing and everyone was leaving alone.
• Jeff enjoyed the campiness of drag shows, although was not attracted to drag queens, described this in an enthusiastic way.
• Dahmer admits to sex zombie experiments after pathologist notes small holes drilled in the skull in only some of his victims. Previously only mentioned removal of brain matter to retain the skull.
• Deaf victim (unnamed - Tony Hughes) left on floor for three days after one of his experiments failed immediately. Jeff drank himself to sleep in disappointment.
• Dahmer is very surprised to hear that the Asian boy he molested was related to the Asian boy he had conned the police into returning to him and killing him after. (unnamed - Somsack and Konerak Sinthasomphone). He was not interested in the personal lives of his victims. Polaroids are listed as graphic.
• Dahmer drugged his last victim (unnamed - Joseph Bradehoft) joins Jeff for light sex for $50 and Jeff drugs him and fellates him, strangling him with his bare hands afterwards, then has anal sex with him, which has become the norm post-mortem. Detectives ask why he always waits to have sex until they are dead - Dahmer says he cannot climax if they are alive, as he doesn’t have complete control.

My notes are the italicized portions. I can elaborate on any of the above, I just wanted to get some information down while it was still fresh in my mind. I’m learning that victim’s names aren’t going to be noted, especially because Jeff knew so few of them, so I’m taking my time to make the connections and notes as I read and adding them here. Final book summary coming soon, likely entailing the trial and some additional personal information.

Eight Minutes (A.I.)

the amount of time light takes to get from the sun to Earth and the amount of time it took for me to fall in love with you

inspired by this playlist
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One.

He walked in the room, his glance sweeping across all of his new classmates. Your breath caught in your throat because, god, he was beautiful. He was beautiful in a way you had never seen before. You never wanted to stop looking at him. He offered the twentysome students watching him a nervous smile before turning towards the teacher’s desk. And even though you knew it was just infatuation, you couldn’t help but hope he’d seen you. You couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to talk to you as much as you wanted to talk to him.

You rested your head on your hand, studying him as he rummaged though his bag to get something for the teacher.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” Your friend called from across the aisle. She poked your shoulder, causing your trance to break.

“Hmm? Yea? What?” You rambled.

“I know he’s cute, but not that cute.”

“I’m going to have to disagree with you on that one.” Your friend just sighed and went back to copying her lab partner’s homework.

Two.

“Hi. I’m-uh, I’m Ashton.” He was a nervous, stuttering mess, but as fast as his fingers were tapping his leg, your heart was beating faster.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” And the fact that you got a comprehensive sentence out was quite possibly the most impressive thing you’d done in your whole life.

“The teacher, she said I could sit here. Is that, um, is that okay with you?” Your eyes had gone a bit wide, and your heart was so far up your throat it was blocking your airway, but you nodded anyway.

“Yea, of course.” You choked out, with bright pink cheeks. He dropped his books on the floor before toeing them under the desk. He sat in the seat next to you, offering a warm smile. You grinned back in a way that you were sure made you look a little insane, but in your defense, it isn’t every day a cute guy becomes your new lab partner.

“I’m Ashton.” He said.

“We already did that part,” you murmured into your lap, in hopes he wouldn’t see the colour of your cheeks.

Three.

The teacher asked Ashton to stand up, so she could introduce him to the class, and as he stood, he somehow managed to trip over his long legs, causing him to stumble and you to laugh. He hit your head in a playful way, and all of a sudden you noticed just how huge his hands were. And how tall he was. And how long his legs were. And yea, you definitely wanted to kiss him.

“I’m Ashton.” He said happily.

“And where are you from, Ashton?” Mrs. Watkins asked.

“Oh, I’m from Sydney.”

“Wonderful. We’re so glad to have you.” Ashton nodded at the teacher’s words, still smiling. “You can sit down now.” Ashton’s eyes widened a little, as he realized his mistake.

“Right.” He hastily took his seat again. “Sorry about hitting you. I usually only hit my close friends.” He whispered as the teacher began her lecture.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t try to make friends with you.”

“No! No, I won’t hit you again, I swear!” You laughed at his nerves and wide-eyed expression.

“It’s okay, I’m kidding.” You said, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“I just feel like I already know you.” You hum in agreement.

“Maybe we met in a past life.”

“Ms. Y/L/N, are you really already corrupting our new student?” The teacher narrowed her eyes at you.

“My apologies Mrs. Watkins.”

Four.

Mrs. Watkins could’ve threatened you with detention, you wouldn’t have stopped talking to Ashton. She turned back to the board to draw some graphic, and Ashton turned to you, his mouth open to ask a question, probably. You put a finger to his lips, and damn his skin was soft. You shook your head, pulling out a notebook. Ashton sighed, pulling out his own notebook and starting to take notes. You pulled out a pencil, writing a note down and poking Ashton’s elbow with the end of your pencil.

you didn’t think I was actually going to take notes did you?

And even if he had tried, Ashton couldn’t have stopped the grin forming on his face. He quickly turned the page in his notebook, writing a response.

and here I was thinking you were a good student.

excuse you, ill have you know I get straight As in this class

bullshit

LANGUAGE

‘corrupting new students’ huh?

oh she doesn’t much like me. says I talk too much

which is true

you barely know me??

I know enough

what’s my last name

Y/L/N

what the fuck

she said it earlier

oh yeah. well whats yours

Irwin.

Five.

Maybe you were crazy. No, you were definitely crazy. Was that a bad thing though? Probably. But if insanity felt that good, you should’ve gone bat shit crazy sooner.

Ashton interrupted your inner monologue with a poke to your elbow. You glanced at him, but his pencil was pointed at his notebook.

You ok?

You nodded, but stood to go to the bathroom. Ashton’s gaze was fixated on you as you signed out of class and exited the class room. A few seconds later he was following you out of the classroom. He looked left and then right, before seeing you turn the corner at the end of the hall. His footsteps echoed around the building as he ran down the hall. As he turned the corner he saw your figure duck into a room. He headed towards the room, calling your name.

“Ashton?” You responded.

“Y/N!”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He retorted.

“I had to use the bathroom.” Ashton approached the doorway you were standing in and looked over your head.

“This doesn’t look like the bathroom.”

“Well I heard someone following me! What was I supposed to do!”

“Y/N, why are you really here?”

“Why did you follow me?”

“Because I was worried about you. You seemed a bit off.”

“It’s nothing, I just…” You glanced around the room, looking for a way out of this situation, “Hey, you wanna see something cool?”

Six.

“Y/N, don’t avoid my questions.” You grabbed his hand dragging him towards another door in the room. “Y/N, what’s bothering you.” You pulled him into the closet and turned the lights off. “What are you doing?” He heard another door open and you pulled him through yet another doorway. He heard you flick a switch and the room was bathed in a dim red light. “What is this place?” He asked, his voice filled with awe.

“It’s a dark room.”

“No shit.” You laughed at him, realizing he didn’t understand.

“No, you like, develop pictures in here.”

“That’s so cool. Wait! No, stop distracting me.” He grabbed your shoulders and looked you directly in the eye. “What’s wrong.” You broke eye contact to stare at your shoes. They weren’t as attractive as Ashton, but they were less intimidating.

“It’s nothing, really. I just… We just met, you know?”

“Yea, I know. So what?” Ashton retracted his touch, choosing instead to cross his arms.

“So I barely know you! And I’m- I’m, I don’t know, ‘catching feelings’ or whatever.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I don’t know, that depends on exactly which feelings you’re catching.”

“Why?”

“Because I really want to kiss you right now.”

Seven.

And then you were pushing him against the door you had just closed and your lips were on his in less than a second. You had just met him, but it felt like you had been waiting years for this moment. Your hands threaded through his golden locks as you bit his bottom lip. His hands wandered all over your body. He grinned into the messy kiss. He pulled back a little, and you rested your forehead against his.

“What?”

“You’re amazing, Y/N.”

“Kiss me again.” All you wanted was his lips back on yours and his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your body.

But instead he put his thumbs just in front of your ears, and the rest of his hands gripped your skull. It felt more like he was holding your brain. The things that boy did to you…

You watched as his lips inched closer at a painfully slow pace. “Hurry up.” You breathed.

“You can’t rush perfection.” He smirked, mere centimeters from your face. And then his lips kissed the corner of your mouth, more on your cheek than your lips. And then they kissed the other corner.

“Fucking tease.”

“You act like you don’t love it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and as you went to kiss him, he put his hand up, stopping your lips with his finger. “Ah-ah. We’ve got to get back to class.” You grimaced, but he just laughed, opening the door.

Eight.

“How nice of you two to join us!” Mrs. Watkins welcomed you back to class. You smiled sheepishly, as your friend caught your eye, raising an eyebrow so high it was starting to approach her hairline.

“Sorry Mrs. Watkins. I ran into Ashton on the way back from the bathroom and he had some questions about the photography room. Who am I to deny a new student help?” You questioned as you headed back to your seat.

“Yea, I’m sure you helped him a whole lot.” Your friend muttered just loud enough for you and probably her lab partner to hear. You just flipped her the bird as discreetly as possible as you took your seat.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Watkins,” Ashton apologized, “Y/N was just showing me the dark room. I’d never seen one before. Did you know they have red lights?” The teacher shook her head dismissively, but returned to her lecture all the same.

You couldn’t hep but smile as you watched Ashton make his way back to his seat, carefully stepping over the bookbags other students had haphazardly thrown in the aisle. As he took his seat, you bit your lip and nervously fiddled with a pencil on your desk.

“What? You’re not upset about… the dark room, are you?”

“No, no… I was just wondering… Would it be crazy to say I think I might love you?”

“Yes.”

“Is crazy bad?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I think I might love you.” You whispered.

“Ms. Y/L/N, have you been listening to anything I’ve said this whole lecture? I’ve taught you for many a class, but I have never seen you act up this much or this blatantly!”

“Mrs. Watkins, of course I’ve been listening.”

“Oh, is that so? So if I asked you a question from today’s lesson right now, you would know the answer.”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Alright.” Mrs. Watkins scanned her notes carefully. “Ah, here we are. How long does it take light from the sun to reach Earth?”

You smiled.

“Eight minutes.”

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Bulletproof

Chapter 5 - Jung Hoseok, Aliased J-Hope

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<< Chapter 4 - Min Yoongi, Aliased Suga 

Summary:

Monster wasn’t afraid of anything. He wasn’t afraid when Jung Hoseok, aliased ‘J-Hope’ - Which Yoongi and Jungkook both endlessly teased him for - burst through the front door of the rented apartment, red faced and panicked beyond anything Monster had seen before.

Rated: M

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

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Sagittaria

Life would be much simpler if we received a warning before it changed forever. An alarm to alert us when that first seemingly random event of Chaos Theory occurred. That way we’d know to prepare for its butterfly effect. If only humans had that luxury. Maybe I would’ve been able to prepare myself. For her.

Inspired by/based on the book “Night Owl” by M. Pierce. 

Warnings: Minor character deaths, mentions of addiction and stalking, strong sexual content.

Special thanks to wheneverdeen for the idea for this story. It was both a blessing and a curse.  

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Sterek WeekSunday: Anything you want (Silhouettes) 

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Derek hasn’t even pause to take a shower and clean his wounds, just takes the most important things, puts them in an old worn duffel bag and toss it over his shoulder. Not a single moment of hesitation. Actually, he’s really surprised, when he falters one step from the steel door and looks over his shoulder, like it is happening against his will. 

He is leaving everything behind. And this time for good. He’s not going to have nerves to come back again. Not this time. 

Something hard and cold settles in his stomach. But he ignores it and with one deep breath opens the door. And freezes.

“Yep. I expected this,” Stiles says almost amused, but the look on his face is just sad. And dead tired. “I would said something about tail and running, but guess there is no point now. You know, with all that new human squishy you and everything…” He made two steps into the loft, stopping just few feet from Derek. 

Derek doesn’t know what to say, so he remains silent. Usual scowl slipping on it’s rightful place. Stiles snorts.

“Come one, Sourwolf. You couldn’t possibly think this would be that easy. Don’t you know me?”

Derek scowls harder. He has no idea what Stiles wants. Or why is he even here. And with everything he has, ignores that stupid nickname, which he didn’t miss at all. He didn’t. 

Stiles looks from Derek to the right and glances over the loft, with Derek’s clothes still tossed over different pieces of furniture, dirty dishes on the counter and unmade bed. 

“I used to imagine you would be one of those neat freaks with polished spoons and books in alphabetical order. Until you let me in and I sat on your dirty socks. That was hell of a shock, let me tell you.”

Why is he telling this to Derek? They just almost fucking died. Again. And Stiles is standing here, ignoring obvious fact that Derek is leaving - or trying to - and talking about dirty socks. Like neither of them is bleeding and there isn’t forming an ugly bruise on the side of Stiles’ face. 

“What are you doing here, Stiles?" 

"You can’t reach on your back,” is the confusing answer.

Derek slightly shakes his head, like it could somehow help him understand. “What?”

Stiles looks back at him again, and then nods in the direction of Derek’s back. “You’ve slide on your back half across the room. On the concrete floor. In thin shirt. You can’t possibly take care of that injuries by your self.”

By sheer power of will Derek doesn’t let his mouth fall open. “You came to-” Help him with his injuries?

“Well, you took of before I could take you to my place to take care of it. So we need to do this in your home instead of mine.” Stiles is looking at him with such an intensity, Derek’s toes curls in his shoes. Or maybe it’s that word. Home. 

“When we are done with you, you can help me take care of this,” he gestured to his face and back of his head, where his hair were dark with blood. Derek’s heartbeat quickens with worry. 

And just like that duffle bag hits the floor and Derek’s shoulder slumps in defeat. Stiles’ whole face lights up. Not with smile, Stiles isn’t smiling, but with something deeper, rarer… 

“First, go take a shower. You need that back clean before we take care of it.” And for some reason, Derek goes.

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Sitting on the steps in front of the door, Derek watches Stiles face in the light shining through the huge window. The sun is setting and Stiles usually amber eyes have color of gold in flames. 

Stiles tilts his head more to the left and lets Derek check his head for another injuries. Derek tries not to think about the feeling he had, when Stiles disappeared under that falling debris for a moment. Before Scott and Liam got to him and pulled him out. 

It’s almost unbelievable he doesn’t have more injuries. Or some broken bones for that matter. 

Stiles’ skin is still covered in dust and dirt. He insisted on taking care of Derek wounds first and Derek couldn’t come up with any objection. He was selfish like that. He wants to roll in that breathtaking feeling of content that he’s taking care of. Somebody wants to take care of him. Stiles wants to take care of him. He’s putting Derek on the first place. It was so long since someone did that for him…

Stiles takes Derek’s hands into his own and pulls them from his dirty hair with a pained grimace. Derek immediately freaks out. “Did I hurt you? Shit, I didn’t-”

“Chill, Worrywolf. I’m fine,” Stiles smiles. “It’s just a bump.”

Derek doubts that. Bumps don’t bleed. He knows that much. 

“Just need some Advil and a shower, ’s gonna be fine.”

Derek gives him doubtful look and Stiles half smiles, half smirks. He glances from Derek’s still wet hair, over his face, to the bare chest and Derek watches something in his expression switch. Instead of that smirk, there is softness and warmth and something that make Derek’s skin tingle. 

Stiles is close. So close Derek can feel his breath on his lips and chin. He can even count his eyelashes. Stiles’ skin colored by orange sunlight looks velvety smooth.

Derek swallows, his mouth dry. 

“Do you still want to run away?” Stiles asks quietly, almost whispering.

Derek knows what Stiles wants to hear, but can’t say it. It would be lie. “Yes,” he confesses instead, like it’s a deadly sin. Stiles doesn’t look surprised. 

“Will you?” There isn’t any pressure in his tone. Nothing that would push Derek in some direction. It’s purely his choice, and he is the one who would has to bear the consequences. He could just take that bag and flee from this goddammed town. But the thing is, no matter where he would go, there isn’t any place, where he could find what this town has. Beacon of hope with golden-amber eyes and awful sense of humor. 

“No,” he says truthfully and watches Stiles smile with his whole being. And Derek knows, this is what he craves. This is home. 

I’m Glad You’re Around

Minho, Newt

Summary: Minho says the completely wrong thing and Newt gets pissed at him, so Minho has to run after him to try to make things better.

A/N: SPOILER ALERT. Not major ones, but if you haven’t read the books and don’t know how Newt got his limp (how he got it is actually not that relevant to the actual books in my opinion) and really don’t want to know, I suggest you just don’t read this fic at all (nor the warning below). However, as aforementioned, it’s not actually that big of a spoiler, but I figured I should warn you all.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide and a suicide attempt, depression (kinda) and giving up hope and stuff. That’s basically it. I wouldn’t say it’s very triggery, but I don’t know how other people react. Like, there are no graphic scenes or anything like that, just mentions of one failed attempt.

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Minho was exhausted when he returned to the Glade, hearing the maze shutting behind him and sending a cool breeze sweeping over his back. He quickened his pace, eager to write down what today had looked like. There really was no calm moment to his days. He was just constantly on the run, so to say.

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“Back It Up”

Rhys gazed nonplussed at the alpha despite the firm arms boxing him in and the close, suffocating proximity of the other man to his body. His arms were folded, elbows jutting into the alpha’s chest, knees crossed and hips pressed as far back into the wall as he could possibly get them. Clearly in a pose that screamed not fuckin’ interested  to anyone that wasn’t a dumb hormonal beast. Though he was taken aback by how the alpha could sneak up on him in such a secluded hallway, he was more surprised at the fact that there were still alphas who thought he was a defenseless toy, still alphas who thought that Jack wouldn’t tear them to shreds if they so much as disturbed a button on Rhys’ coat.

How many dead, stupid alphas did it take to learn the same lesson?


A bit more of the fancy omega AU, kind of delving into more of the bullshit Rhys has to deal with (and boy does he deal with it).

Some warnings for this one–attempted/thwarted sexual assault, violence, some slurs (just “bitch” i believe), semi-graphic murder of a background character, and I think that’s it? Everything ends up being OK but I wanted to make sure people are properly warned as well? 

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