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Do I ever write fics or do I just spout out my current bedtime storyline and shut up?
Gold rush by Taylor Swift but it’s just enemies to lovers family friends! Abby Anderson.
(That trope is a mouth full but I am a genius)
The way everyone makes rockstar! Ellie out to be this hard core chick when my idea of rockstar! Ellie is just pheobe bridgers but gayer (if thats possible)
Like her songs are so sad and slow, but she also writes complete bs into them sometimes.
I can imagine her writing songs like graceland about reader, and reader being rockstar! Ellie’s childhood best friend.
For the rockstar! ellie x rockstar! reader girlies I can imagine the two having this weird dynamic connected to the childhood best friend to lover trope. Like the two of them loved one another but never admitted it until it was too late and now (years later) alot of their songs intertwine as they use the same metaphors for one another. (This is so self indulgent because ive been listening to Pheobe Bridgers on loop but when I say the two have extended metaphors for one another in their songs I kinda mean how in both ‘moon song’ , ‘i know the end’ and ‘killer’ they all interlink with Ellie being the killer motif and reader being this ‘dog who always comes back with a bird in her teeth’)
Further self indulgence but I can imagine their reunion one day (like a family event or something) where reader breaks the ice being saying “so you wrote a song about me?” and ellie simply says “i wrote the entire album about you.”
Anyways- soft rockstar! Ellie has my heart and soul. She’s a sweetheart who is too scared to admit her love.
currently froth at the mouth for milf! Abby…
Like i just imagine reader is a famous rockstar and Abby’s daughter (in this scenerio Abby would have been a teen pregnancy) drags her to a concert- turns out Abby realizes that your family friends (an older sibling of yours being in Abby’s grade/year or neighbours) and things get awkward when the two families have a dinner together.
I picture reader having spotted Abby at the concert and so your kinda eyeing her up like “I know what you are…” and Abby’s trying to not fumble because you keep making ‘my-art-is-for-all-ages’ flirting (basically making Abby flustered because her daughter is also there and your whole family is there and its insane because the age gap)
I imagine reader is prob 25-27 and Abby being 36-37ish with Abby’s daughter being around 17-18 (so Abby would have had her senior year-ish (why am i going so indepth??))
Anyways she has me froth at the mouth cause just imagine how mischievous it would be- like Abby trying to hide the relationship but whenever she’s at work (i picture her as some Doctor or something) she hears the interns gossiping about your new girlfriend and she can’t help but giggle…
GOD I NEED HER SO BAD
the way i still have a whole unfinished, unposted, Vi fic drafted on here…. (a whole two chapters too…)
hazel callahan has been infecting my thoughts… no one understands how much i need her. The loser nature. The strong vibe. The way she just appears…. she’s as weird as me- I need her.
This is a Hazel Callahan fan club.
Knight! Abby x Royale! Reader fic inspired by the song Ivy by taylor swift??
hmm… thinking.
lyrics specifically:
alevel english teachers have no right being as inspirational as they are.
always thinkin about my fav teacher to this day <33
ethel cain could scream into the mic for twenty minutes and i would still be streaming it.
everytime i read a new book about girlhood my frontal lobe slowly fixes itself faster.
xo gus
Something about the resurgence of cannibalism in literature and film really mesmerized me, especially cause people have pointed out how much cannibalism can link to queer love and relationships. (especially the ‘i want to consume you whole’ and the ‘this is forbidden’)
It’s just a weird thought but something about food make’s literature and film different, especially with how food is represented. I’m a sucker for biblical imagery so slap an apple on the screen ans have a fly coming out of it and Ill be writing a ten page essay on how the fruit was a facade for reality in no time. (my notes app will never see the light of day.)
xo gus
famous last words (an ode to eaters)
Directed by Hayden Anhëdonia and Silken Weinberg
look away
knight in shinning armour !
knight! abby anderson x royalty fem! reader
HEADCANONS ! sfw only.
synopsis : none.
warnings : physical abuse mention. kissing. mentions of reader have a sister.
a/n : head canon only, but i may expand on some of these or end up writing a story based on this idea. if you like this please interact!!! loves!!
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who had just come back from a trip abroad, and is regarded as a high authority in your kingdom.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who gets assigned to watch over you, and you only. Which she finds weird but ultimately doesn’t protest.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who remembers you as the rude younger sister who would always bicker and annoy Abby.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who, still after arriving back from the trip, continues the bickering and beef you two have thus leading to a kind of hatred forming between the two of you even as she has to protect you.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who slowly picks up on the fact that your schedule always seems to have an excess amount of suitor dates, or manner classes.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who accidentally bumps into the Queen, your mother, coming out of your room one morning, obviously angry.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who finds you sobbing that same morning, a throbbing red mark on your cheek in the shape of a palm.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who slowly warms up to you following that morning.
Abby’s fingers tenderly grazed over the throbbing red mark, trying to apply the makeup smoothly even as your tears disrupt her process. She doesn’t want to tell you to stop crying, instead she wipes the tears and tries to continue her work. “I didn’t know your mother was so strong.” She broke the silence, feeling a need to fill the void of quiet sobs.
“She usually isn’t just… I really upset her.” Your eyes fell to the floor, ashamed, as Abby kept your head tilted up with her thumb and index finger.
“What did you do? If I may ask.” She moved to get more powder on the sponge, before dabbing it back onto your skin.
“I…” You hesitated, “snuck out to see someone.”
Abby’s mouth moved into a grin, a mischievous look on her face. “Not that proper now, are you?” You grumbled at the question, not giving a proper answer. “I thought your mother was fine with you seeing bachelors? Your sister used to always sneak out at night before she was engaged.” Abby spoke, swiping the powder on your skin in soft sweeps.
“I’m not like my sister. These people aren’t bachelors.” You sighed, the obvious truth still hanging in the air. Abby’s eyes studied you, seeing the way you looked ashamed of yourself- she decided to leave it at that, finding the way you seemed to halt your tears good enough for now.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who slowly becomes more protective over you, and ends up working overtime to watch over you whilst you go on dates with the boys your mother picks out.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who actively asks to hear about each date, and enjoys the small remarks you make about each boy which always makes Abby laugh.
- Knight! Abby who notices how no one else besides her and your mum are allowed near your room.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who becomes so invested in your life that she actively can sense when you enter and leave a room.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who, after your first kiss, will suddenly become cold- never seeming to have any time to talk or help you anymore.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who ends up getting cornered by you when she enters your room one morning, and quickly confesses how much she wants you; leading to a heated make out.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who ‘accidentally’ stays in your room till late.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who pulls you into dark corners and forgotten sections of the castle for a kiss or a quickie.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who gets flustered easily and ends up almost revealing your relationship after you made a sly joke about how much she’s helped you.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who gets increasingly jealous of every suitor you see.
₊˚✧ ﾟKnight! Abby who always intimidates any guy who tries to push it with you (leading to a celebratory thank you from yourself.)
₊˚✧ ﾟKnight! Abby who always knows what you want or where you are, making it hard to keep secrets from her.
₊˚✧ ﾟ Knight! Abby who is ultimately the best secret girlfriend ever! And definitely savors each moment with you like it's the last!
WE LOVE KNIGHT! ABBY HERE !!
@ emonopolyman 2023
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thinking about making a knight! abby anderson headcanon post!! this idea has infected my brain and left me no choice but to give in…
anyone who is interested or would like a tag just message me, comment or like xx
xoxo em 💋💋
Where did you go?
Why did you take my simple heart?
VI IS NOSTALGIC OVER HER PAST RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU.
ship : Vi x Fem! reader. Reader is non-descriptive, but mostly uses she/her pronouns.
genre : fluff. slight angst, but mainly just Vi being sad. From Vi's perspective!
synopsis : Violet never loved anyone besides the girl she met freshman year. The girl she dated the whole of university. The girl who left with her heart. Based off the song Angelina by Lizzy McAlpine. I am obsessed with it.
warnings : Angst. Violet does not express any emotional vulnerability. Reader is smart.
authors note : First try, please give me some feedback xx. I really tried to keep reader's looks outta question because I know some people express feeling unable to see themselves in fics when the reader is described as blushing or such! I'm always open to tips and idea!
The somber voice which held in the air echoed throughout Violet’s head, her eyes shifting over the people walking past as if evaluating for any resemblance of you in them. She found none.
It was evident to anyone that the past year had been rough on the girl, her back hunched as she narrowed her eyes with grimace at anyone who dared study her. She hated the thought of being known, of knowing. She couldn't move on, not when that night was still so clear in her head.
It was freshman year in college, somewhere between taking classes and trying not to fail exams Violet found herself at a loud party. Her hands moved to the bridge of her nose, the early signs of a headache cloud her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea, but she came still- no one to blame but herself. She didn’t even come to make friends because she knew her appearance was too intimidating; instead she focused on the way the bass rocked the floor and how people moved around the large area sloppily as the night continued.
It was way past midnight when she found her way onto the patio, leaning against the deep colored wood as she took a deep breath trying not to take notice of the deafening music being pushed through the house's thin doors.
She let out a small sigh, tucking her head into her chest. “The music’s shit.” She heard the voice before she even saw the face, it was coated in alcohol and calmness making Violet shoot her head towards the sound.
It wasn’t even special at the time, you sitting on the small patio chair as her eyes adjusted to your face, but that moment warped her life forever.
It wasn’t that you two were in love, it was that she was enamored. If it was how easily you carried yourself, or how you seemed to say the perfect things whenever she needed it. Slowly, her mind was consumed by you- even as she continued to mess around with other girls she always found some way to relate each person to you.
If it was your laughter, or how you stitched your eyebrows together when working, or even the clothes you found comfort in wearing. She knew you only saw her as a friend, but her mind couldn’t help but run. The way your fingers would linger over hers, or the way you would always help every bug you stumbled upon; gushing about how they weren’t as scary as we probably were to them. You were kind, and consistent- she knew that when she walked through the double door of that same party house she could easily find you hidden in the garden staring at the stars.
As Vi turned the corner, she studied the cafe before pulling out the first chair she found. The table was small and held only an ashtray and a dying rosemary plant. As quickly as she had sat down in the woven chair, a server came over handing a menu before Vi ushered her that she would only have a water for now; her mind was too full of nostalgia to read the words alongside deciding what drink she would want.
“Why do you always come to these things?” Your voice broke the muffled silence, “All you ever do is sit here with me.” It was mid autumn, and the party season had yet to peak again as the second year of college rang in. Vi’s hand’s flexed against the patio’s chair where the ingrained motions of picking had already begun to show signaling how many times this exact situation had repeated throughout the last year.
Autumn wasn’t always sweet to Vi, with the sudden gust of chill and the way the temperatures could change so drastically; she had spent everyday throughout the week waiting to see you on that Saturday night, to talk to you, to look at you. “I don’t know,” Vi shook her head, her eyes flickering between the wood under her hand and your face. “It’s just nice, I guess.” She knew it was nice, she knew she looked forward to this. She didn’t know what kind of control you had over her, but everything about you made her stutter and smile like a teenage girl.
“Laurie thinks you have a crush on me.” You said, innocently, as your eyes fluttered to the face next to yours. She hadn’t looked at you in a minute, processing her own movements carefully.
Vi let out a chuckle, looking up at you finally; blue eyes shifting in the moonlight. “He never knows when to keep his mouth shut, does he?” She said, smiling a toothy grin.
“Is it true?” Your eyes studied her face, seeing as her gaze fell down before she spoke once more.
“What’s true?”
“Do you have a crush on me?” You spoke, and suddenly Violet's throat felt dry and she felt childish for even thinking that she stood a chance. She cursed everything about herself. The way she liked girls, the way she liked you. Everything.
“I- wha-” Without even saying her reply, you cupped her jaw moving your body over both of the woven chairs. It felt like heaven, feeling your lips on hers as her body softened into the movement, her hands moving to hold your cheek, leaving her nervous fidgeting behind as she felt her body revel in the new feeling she had found.
You pulled back, she felt empty. You let out a steady breathe, and Vi could feel her cheeks heat at how you seemed to loose yourself for a second before talking again. “Vi, I like you alo-” You didn’t even finish your admittance of feelings before her lips were back on yours, mind finally processing what had just happened. You smiled into the kiss, and she felt her mind lose itself.
Two years, she had given two years to your relationship. Another year of friendship before that. She felt like some prank was being played on her, with the way you tucked your fingers behind her jaw as you kissed her in celebration. Vi’s eyes were pushed open, trying to decipher the emotion she felt.
You held the letter that risked everything, that risked your whole relationship. She knew how much you wanted this, and now she had the answer. She would choose the adventure, the internship.
You pulled from the kiss, waving the letter around in the air as you began to mock kissing it. Were you mocking her? Her eyes were awake, her mind was rambling. She felt fooled, she felt like she was in high school again. She felt like she had been dating a girl for two years straight only to be told that it was all a prank at the moment she felt complete, only she knew she was overreacting. She knew you weren’t breaking up with her. She knew that you were just happy. But that broke her.
Her face moved into auto-play, as she mocked a smile and moved to hold your hands. “When will you go?” She asked, trying not to sound different. She tried.
“October!” You smiled, moving to kiss her cheek as you danced around the flat. October, autumn.
When you had left her, she knew it wasn’t a goodbye. The way the sweater hugged you as you pulled alongside the suitcase, waving a sweet see-you-later to your girlfriend. It was like watching your life slip, if Violet was dead she would have not known it yet- her mind was replaying that moment for weeks after.
The way you moved so easily, and how quickly you turned your back as you entered the gate. How you held the pamphlet in your hands, mocking how much you were to live without her. For seven weeks, four days and thirteen hours Violet held onto that life with you until she couldn't remember your voice anymore, until she found your letters slowing to an end, till she felt as if she truly lost you.
Then she tried to move on. Tried.
She rocked back in the cafe chair, letting the cooling water chill her warm body. Summer wasn’t nice in Piltover. Her head ached slightly from last night's drinking, as her mind swarmed. Were the glasses too overkill, was it obvious she had only woken up an hour ago? Her fingers moved to pinch the wooden arm-rest, carving her anxieties into the material.
Her leg bounced, her eyes scanned the area. You mocked her. In every person she saw you. In every bartender, and drunken one night stand. In every bouncer, and every person who fed the cats at a cafe. She saw you, like a ghost- mimicking and mocking her every move. You were taunting her, making her mind run wild with the idea of you. She didn't realize until now how many people she liked because of you. You, it was all because of you.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. “Violet!’ Your voice broke the muffled silence of her head, her eyes moved up to the street seeing as your arm waved with a smile pressed onto your face. Fuck, you.
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hey babes! you can call me Em or August, alongside any varients of either!! I don't mind petnames/nicknames !!
queer, literature and visual arts major ! virgo sun, leo moon. 18 !!
currently writing for Vi (arcane), Ellie Wiliams and Abby Anderson (tlou2).
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masterlist !
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vi (arcane) ↴
Where did you go? (Why did you take my simple heart?) vi x fem! reader, nostalgia on a past relationship.
more coming soon...
abby anderson (tlou2) ↴
Knight in shinning armour ! Knight! Abby x Royal Fem! reader, headcanons.
more coming soon...
ellie williams (tlou2) ↴
coming soon...
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CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST .ᐟ chapter two: CORSO. ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ skater! ellie x fem! reader
synopsis: California; while known for its heat, legal marijuana, and hardcore skate culture, is the center of all disasters, especially for a local town skater who falls in love with her ex’s sweetheart roommate. The two teaming up to keep the past in the past and let the skater get the girl of her dreams.
a/n: oooh this was my favorite to do, I actually rewrote it solely bc I don't want Cat and Ellie beefin, I liked the idea of them actually teaming up bc it shows growth on both of their behalf from a failed high school relationship, but there are still stakes there is still problems bc Ellie decided to be for the community in the past!!! p.s There is a cameo of a certain blonde braid having woman we love, HOWEVER, she is not a main in this, she is gonna cameo like 3 times but she's not a main here.
content: swearing, mentions of unhealthy patterns, mentions of past fighting, hoe phases, real skating references (tricks and companies)
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I really want to write Fanfics, specifically Ellie Williams or Abby Anderson (or both at once I know how yall are) from tlou. BUT ALSO i see the shortage of Vi fics and realise that no one actually writes for my girl, so send away.
I’ll accept anything:
- Headcanons
- Fluff
- Ramble ideas
- Smut
SEND ANYTHING, I wanna start brainstorming full fic story ideas but I need to start somewhere yall…
The duality of my life is the fact that I get random urges to write the most tooth rotting fluff, only to realise that all my current books I’m working on are psychological thrillers.
Why can’t i write love??