hey I just realized i haven't posted fuck all here in forever so uhhhh
suggestive art under the cut or whatevs
WRITEBLR BE PROUD OF ME.
After 5 years
FIVE YEARS!!
Of letting this
STUPID FUCKING SERIES SLOW COOK
I now
FINALLY
HAVE A SOLID PLOT OUTLINE FOR MY FIRST BOOK. COMPLETELY WRITTEN OUT.
There will be empty spaces and things to fill in here and there but by god. It's all written out. It's all there. I put enough scenes in a row and was able to reorganize them until they made one coherent plot line. I am god
#writeblr#writing community#writers on tumblr#creative writing#writing#author#writer's problems#Theres no way this is going to last but by god I am going to give it my best shot.#I got to go through my own notes and decide what was actually canon#And what was just me turning my characters into a Completely Different Guy#Via fandomification somehow in my own brain. Never let an author tell you they're immune to their own brainrot they're not#Alex “Wendy's middle name is blerble” Hirsch is one such example. Regardless I love him#Authors should be allowed to have insanely wild headcanons about their own ocs. And they dont have to be canon just cause you wrote it#ANYWAYS#If anyone over on monsterfucker tumblr is interested in a cheeky slasher romance with a side of comedy and slice of life#Boy oh boy do I have the book for you#Anyways. This probs won't go anywhere but I'm fucking proud of me
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(Page 1 of many to come) Goldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldie @ckret2 WASTING AWAY in the GOLDILOCKS ZONE!!!
I have a lot more sketches and comic ideas (that will hopefully be relevant to the story by the time i make them) and such like. This is a subfandom 4 me yeah. I didn't get the design when I first saw it but now i cant imagine him as anything else.
#Jesus christ I'm so glad I'm not the only one suffering from goldilocks cipher disease#wasting away in the goldilocks zone#I'm gonna fucking kms op this is stunning /pos#Goddsdd gghhrrrgghhhhhh#I need this#In my veins#This whole au#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#UUUGGFHHHHH HE'S IN MY BRAIN HE'S IN MY BRAIN.#LIKE A BRAIN WORM.#Cipherlocks my beloved....... rotating him around like a rotisserie chicken#Bildielocks if you will#This is the only human bill I know now honestly.#This is so canon to me.#Op your art is delicious. I need this in my brain.#Let's get brainworms together i need more people to talk to about the goldilocks fic#All of my friends know about it and don't care and I'm like aaaaAAAAAAAAAAUUGGGHHHH#Everyone shut up this one wins#This is the bill ever#Anyways#bill cipher#human bill cipher#goldilocks cipher#gravity falls#human bill design
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Nobody told me how fun it was to literally take your OCs and put them into a saw AU. Standby I might do sketches for this shit
This is good... ooohohohhoo... feel free to join in if you wish (whether your ocs are on the side of the saws or the victims..)
Tell me your character's saw trap (whether made or endured) and if they'd survive it or not
HELLO?????
holding out a microphone like you're being interviewed (because you are)
ELABORATE?
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His name is Astarion
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hi, hello!! i am very curious about the protag of your book series, the one you mentioned you have a whole murder playlist for (in the 9 people you want to know better tag)!! could you say anything more about him?
My friend I am absolutely feral over the fact that I offhandedly mention a murder playlist and that is what gets your attention
(He has more than one)
Thank you so much
This ask made my day
NOW THEN
“Is there anything more you can say”
i will talk about him for hours I’m so sorry bestie-
AHEM
Couteau M. Profane, more popularly called (but less well known) As the Silence, is my favorite fucking character on the face of gods green earth
He’s a slightly stantoffish, but all around semi-charming guy. He works at a bar in a small town in the mountains, where my book takes place, and at first glance, he seems mostly like a friendly face. He’ll tease you (mostly about how if you’re sitting down at his bar, you’ll have to be prepared to drink more than that, no matter what you order), but he’ll make sure you feel welcome. He’s got a knack for knowing if there’s something on your mind.
Long, coiled copper hair, tied back in a ponytail in the dim glow of the lights, grey/blue eyes, groomed brows, usually dressed in a simple mockery of a suit. Not quite formal wear, but clean black pants and matching jacket are his regular go-tos. White button up underneath. Most patrons are too drunk to realize he’s usually wearing mascara.
He’s a fairly calm presence, and tends to keep to behind the counter, but if you give him a chance, you’ll find he makes good conversation.
He’s easy to talk to, albeit with a bit of a dry sense of humor. But he’ll make sure you’re safe, and his smile is a smug but easygoing one.
He’ll keep an eye out for you, even as he serves drinks, despite the other bartenders hustling around him. He doesn’t have to, after all. He owns the place-
“But what kind of a boss would I be if I weren’t down here with them?”
A few drinks here, a few there, he’d keep you quiet company as he polishes glasses.
Any issues, and he’ll very carefully make his way over, leaned back as casually as he can, just to make sure there isn’t a problem.
The only thing odd about his bar is that people go missing from it.
Some of the best service in town, and they’re famous for their spiked milkshakes.
At the risk of a disappearance.
You never hear of any fights in the bar.
Around it, sure, but never in.
Never allowed to exist for more than a minute.
And, if a person goes out to the bar, and doesn’t come home?
Well. Maybe they deserved it.
Couteau is my Mankiller.
I say he’s a protagonist, but he actually doesn’t get his own book until the third one in the series. (It’ll be the biggest. Can guarantee it. He’s my favorite.)
He’s my thing that goes bump in the night, and he’s definitely not human. :>
I got tired of supernatural romances making women their victims, so I decided to kill off some guys for the plot instead /lh
Cho is a wendigo. All teeth and bones and vocal mimics.
He’s been one for about three hundred years (at least, that’s his best guess, because he stopped counting after 226, and he can’t remember his birthday.)
Uhh he’s trans, so there’s that
He mainly eats violent/predatory men but women are also at risk (especially if they touch him and he hasn’t asked for it. Usually he’ll flirt back until he’s alone with them and then just. End it.)
Nobody in universe knows this, other than a select few who are aware of the area.
Usually, you know The Silence (local Cryptid who has been stealing people off), or you know Couteau (small town bartender who’s pretty okay)
Usually not both and many fewer who know that they happen to be the same person.
Anyways he kicks ass, if you wanna know more about him I’m happy to answer questions :>
@scribe-of-stories kissing you on the face rn for giving me another chance to not shut up about him
Okay so the Silence myth started off as just a collection of disappearances. Easy to identify, hard to connect, because people just kept going missing.
It went from place to place, all staying within the town area (or so they told tourists. Locals knew it came and went from the town’s borders as it pleased.)
They didn’t find bodies.
All they knew, missing men, gone from their homes, their lives- often after taking a walk in the woods for reasons that most couldn’t identify.
When they were with friends, the others reported hearing the victims saying that they needed to go back to check something.
Many last words being “I’ll be right there! Go on ahead!”
Very few things connected the cases, other than that.
And it just continued on like this. For years.
The locals knew not to fuck with it. They learned, after a while, that if you’re just kind and polite, and you stay away from those woods, nothing will find it’s way to you.
Now, no one knew everyone who went missing.
But everyone knew someone who knew someone who did.
And just often enough, you’d meet someone, whispering hushed words in back alleys.
“He used to beat his wife.”
“He m*lested my sister.”
“She used to drug men at the downtown parlor.”
“They were involved in a trafficking ring. We still haven’t gotten my little brother back.”
“I hate to say it,
But I’m glad they’re gone.”
They didn’t start to call it The Silence until they found the first bodies that weren’t completely demolished.
All of them, looked like they’d been torn up by some feral animal.
But the gashes were too deep to be a bear.
And what unnerved the sheriffs, was
Every single body, no matter if they found it between buildings or as far into the woods as they dared to go,
Was missing it’s throat.
Not just the skin, mind you.
Every autopsy revealed a complete removal of the vocal cords, severed with teeth too thin to belong to anything that would usually be in the woods.
It was like the skin was ripped
But the cords themselves were cut
And torn from the throat.
Always antemortem.
The thought of someone’s vocal cords being ripped out while still alive stuck in people’s heads.
And, after a rather loud victim was taken (one who had been screaming of, and threatening, mass violence, to the disturbance and discomfort of many neighbors)
An offhanded comment was made.
“.. I guess it got him to stay quiet.”
Over time, people learned to travel in packs, if they knew what was good for them. (Those who didn’t often had an ego that needed to be checked. They didn’t come back.)
And over time, a simple tune was associated with it. It became a part of the town’s culture, and is actually regularly brought up around Halloween as a kind of spirit.
A few people have seen it. It’s near impossible not to, what with the size of it.
But the most people can usually report was the brightness of two glowing red eyes.
It never approached anyone who still lives.
But the locals tend not to talk about that.
Writing it off as a feral animal rather than very pointed attacks.
As people don’t know, however,
The myth makes the legend.
And ever since it gained the name, it has been able to walk the grounds entirely without sound.
Over time, the locals slowly learned that if you could hear something, even if it wasn’t pleasant, then you were safe.
Even a bear will crunch when it walks through the foliage.
But the being in the woods allows the air to make no sound at all.