#('i did name a pig after you you know! it was very stupid'

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The Jock

Context-> Suguru Geto is y/ns sneaky link and he demands you tell no one about the relationship. Because outside of you two fucking, you mean nothing to him.

Warnings-> Geto is basically a bully to the reader, name calling will be mentioned.

a/n-> This is a college au if you aren’t fond of strong language, name calling, or sexual scenes then this is not the story for you. Thank you.

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen

Ship-> Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

This story will contain Sexual Content. Minors Please Do Not Interact.

I DID NOT RE READ THIS.

therefore if there are any typos i’m sorry !.

You were running around your dorm room making sure you got everything for you next class that starts in 20 minutes. You’ve never been late to a class. Ever. and you weren’t about to start now.

Gathering your things you rush out of your room and dash to your class. You don’t think you’ve even ran this fast before, the door to your classroom is approaching so you slowed down a bit to a jog not even bothering to check your surroundings which causes you to bump into someone.

You fall onto the floor, the papers that you had in your folder scattered out in front of you.

“watch where the fuck you’re going, freak.” you look up at the familiar voice only to make eye contact with the schools very popular jock.

Suguru Geto.

Someone you know all to well. You two have been sneaking around for a few months, after the first time you’ve hooked up you came up to him the next day at school and that was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done.

It was humiliating

He acted like he didn’t even know you, he spat at your feet.

he called you a disgusting pig and told you to get lost.

All while his friends laughed.

everyone laughed at you.

so now..

you don’t know how to end this…thing the two of you have.

You can’t say you don’t enjoy the way he makes you feel when he fucks you.

In fact, you enjoy it so much you almost, almost forget how he treats you outside of the sex you have in the janitors closet.

“s-sorry..” you whisper out as you collect your things that covered the dirty tile.

“tch.” he scoffed as he watched you down at his feet trying to get the folder that was underneath his sneaker.

“um..” you look at him hesitantly. “sorry..but do you mind…l-lifting your foot?.” you ask and his eyebrows bunch together in an irritated expression.

“are you telling me what to do?.” he asks as he squats down to your level. His face close to yours.

A feeling you’re to familiar with yet you could never remember what his lips felt like.

Sometimes he wouldn’t even let you face him while he fucked you stupid.

Let’s just say that the back of your head was more appealing to him.

“oh- n-no it was just a question.” you whimper, as your eyes drift to his friends behind him, their smirks letting you know they’re enjoyed this.

“…whatever.” you hear him grumble out as he stands up quickly- his foot moving off of your folder and you don’t hesitate to grab it.

you stack your things together, keeping your eyes on the floor in front of you only to see a folded up piece of paper.

hm..

you grab it and look up, watching as geto and his jock friends leave you in the empty hallway.

you open the note.

‘after practice meet me underneath the bleachers.’

this was…new. He never left you a note. Usually he just drags you away when you’re alone.

and this was also a new..location. this was out in the open..anyone could see.

he’s not this stupid is he?..



You’re underneath the bleachers just like the note said.

You got here a bit earlier, your anxiety eating you away at what he could possibly want..

This is to public of a place for the two of you have sex. You wouldn’t allow it…

So as you sit, a book in hand, waiting for the football player to join you.

“what’re reading?.” a gruff voice asked to which you jump a little.

Your eyes find his and you smile a bit.

“ah..little women.” you tell him and he looks at you confused.

“you’re reading a book about little people?.. are they fairies or somethin’” he respond and you laugh lightly..

you didn’t catch it but your laugh made the corner of his lip quirk up into the tiniest smile.

some days aren’t as bad as others, you two have conversations every now and then, but the majority of this relationship is no talking and just rough sex. These are the days that make you forget what kind of person he truly is.

“no..it’s not.” you tell him as you stand, dusting the grass and dirt from your jeans as you stuff your book back into your bag.

“mm.” he hums out as he grabs your wrist and starts walking.

“S-Suguru?..” you question.

“what is it?.” he asks, not looking back at you as he continues to walk to the parking lot by the football field.

“where are we going?..” you allowed yourself not to panic as you watch his car grow closer and your staring at the passenger side seat as he holds the door open for you.

“you gonna get in?.”

“uh..w-where are we going?.” you ask once more and ‘tchs’

“it’s a surprise.” this is new. this is all to knew to you.. You have never been with him outside of school.

You have never been inside of his car.

yet you get in and so does he.

The drive was quiet and quick but what you weren’t expecting was..woods.

You two were in the middle of the woods.

is this his way of killing you..

shit.

Your heart rate was starting to pick up.

he helps you out of the car.

“relax.” you hear him say, in a voice so calm you swore it was a different person.

“i-i am relaxed.” you tell him and he rolls his eyes as he grabs your hand. leading you further into the woods.

As you make your way through you hear running water..

you get closer only to see a waterfall and your eyes widen.

“it’s beautiful..” you say with a hushed tone and he smiles a little as he watches you. Noticing how your nerves relaxed as you watch the water flow from the hill down the pool of water below.

“that it is..” he responds as he sits down. You taking a seat next to him.

“how’d you find this place?.” you ask, your eyes never leaving the water.

“i..was just wondering around one day and stumbled upon this. I come here sometimes to…think.” he reveals and you turn your head and look at him.

“why..did you bring me here, suguru.” You ask and he looks at you.

“just..thought we could use a different scenery when we have sex.” you don’t know why you felt your heart sting at those words.. honestly you shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“and…think of it as an apology.” your ears perk up at those words.

“yknow..for all the times i’ve been a douche.” he says and you smile a bit.

Suguru Geto..just gave you an apology.

you couldn’t believe it.

“thank you suguru..” You tell him as you lean in and place your lips onto his.

Things started to escalate pretty quickly as you ended up underneath, Your clothes thrown to the side as he brushes you hair back.

“you’re beautiful..” he whispers out and your eyes widen at such kind words..

He’s never complemented you in this way..

So you blush and he kissed your forehead.

You gasp as he pushes his dick inside of you.

Your nails immediately leaving marks on his back as you need something to grip onto.

“fuck..” he grunts out.

“i’ll never forget how tight this pussy grips me.” He says lowly as he starts to thrust in and out of your wet cunt.

This is completely different from the other times you’ve had sex. He’s being so gentle..so nice…

what’s going on?.. maybe he’s had a change of heart..

“hey..focus on me.” he slaps your cheek lightly as his thrust grow harsher..

“y-yes...sugu~” you moan out, not realizing what you said. As you focus on the way his dick fits perfectly inside of you.

Filling you up so good that your legs shake as you wrap them around his waist.

“f-fuck..princess. Don’t call me that.” He groans as he feels you squeeze around him. Him on the verge of cumming inside of you at your choice of words.

“sugu~..f-faster…” you say not caring how he told you not to call him that. You feel his speed pick up as you hold onto him tightly.

“s-shit..baby…gonna cum..” he moans out as he feels you getting closer to your release.

your heart fluttering at the nicknames he’s using.

“w-where..” he asks

“…i-inside.” your reply makes him stop. and your eyes shoot open as you look at him, panting.

“w…what?.” he says.

“cum inside me..sugu~” you tell him and you brush his hair back.

His pace starting back up quickly as you both cum together.

You moaning as you feel his hot cum spurt out inside of you.

To you this is the best sex the two of you ever had. You silently thinking how different things will be tomorrow..How you’ll be able to talk with him in public, maybe hold his hand.

you couldn’t wait.

but to Suguru Geto..

The way he felt when he saw you smile and laugh at his jokes, made his heart and his head confused. He doesn’t really know why he brought you to his spot. He refuses to believe that these feelings mean anything..so to him this is just a normal day and nothing is going to change.

He’ll back to ignoring you in public and fucking you in private 

This is kind of sloppy and i apologize, but nonetheless i i hope you enjoyed. 

-M

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk suguru #geto suguru #jjk shoko #jjk anime #jujutsu geto #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk smut #anime #anime manga #getou suguru x y/n #gojo satoru #choso kamo #sukuna

[softtcurse]

On the Level

Carrying a name

Fall until my final days

Now who's there left to blame?

“Dad’s here” You peaked out the window and saw Jack’s black Mercedes AMG pull up into your drive way. A sigh escaped your lips. You knew the conversation that he would eventually want to have with you.

Two years without him as your husband and it didn’t get easier like everyone told you it would. In fact, divorce seemed to reign heavy on you and the kids.

You heard feet patter against the wooden floors. Your fists clenched and you pulled the curtain roughly back to its position. You turned around and greeted with the sight of your two babies. Mila with her pink Bratz backpack hung on her shoulders containing her clothes for the weekend. Her curls were slicked back into to pig tails and you could tell she had been sneaking some of the cookies the two of you had made earlier than day while Ezra napped. Ezra beside her, wide eyed and with chocolate chip smudges on his cheeks. His own smaller Spider-Man backpack in his shoulders.

“Did you get into the cookies with your sister?” You laughed and watched as he shook his head in denial. His thumb pushing into his mouth. Mila shook her head as well.

“No cookies!” Ezra lisped, and looking at his older sister for approval. As if she had trained him on what to say.

“Hmm if you say so” You ticked his stomach which earned a loud laugh from him. Then you proceeded to kiss the top of Mila’s head.

A heavy knock came on the door.

“Daddy!” They both yelled. Running to the door and waiting for you to come open it for them.

You took your sweet time walking to that door. Your nerves getting the best of you.

You opened it a soon as you managed to step to the front. Your clammy palms not making it any easier. The sight of your ex husband , you hated to admit the fact that his stupid face made you miss him. You hated to admit that after two years you were so willing to forget what he had done to you just so you could be with him one last time.

The equally stupid woman that fucked him knowing he had a family at home. She wasn’t entirely to blame although as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Your husband, a man who promised to love you until his last breath had betrayed your trust just as much. His mistake is the biggest one that had mattered.

Your eyes shifted away from him as he looked at you. Offering a soft smile and looking down at his kids. Who were already trying to climb him like a jungle gym.

“Daddy! daddy! daddy!” Mila shouted.

“Up!” Ezra demanded.

“Sheesh, you’re gonna give your old man a broken back” Jack huffed out as he lifted Ezra into his arms. The other one lifting Mila with ease as well. Two carbon copies of him nuzzled their faces into his neck. You knew they missed him terribly. He had been on his tour for a while and facetime calls just didn’t cut it when it came to their dad.

“You’re not old daddy!” You watched as Mila sassed him. A displeases look on her face, because how dare her dear father call himself old? You giggled and shook your head.

“Yeah yeahs, whatever you say. Why don’t you and Ezzie go put your stuff in the car? Uncle Urb is in there to help you, we’re going out for pizza”

“Pizza?” Mila lifted her head and gasped. Ezra clapped his hands a smile matching Jack’s staring back at you.

“Momma come too?” Ezra pipped up and reached for you. Jack passes him onto you. Tiny hands gripping your shirt. Ezra was a mommy’s boy to the bone, and leaving you even for the weekend was a little harder on him than Mila.

“No baby mommy’s staying home today”

Today

“Why?” His bottom lip stuck out and you moved some curls out of his face. Your lips pressing against his chubby cheeks. The two year old was very smart for his age. He knew he wasn’t seeing you for a couple of days.

“Because you’re spending the day with daddy! Isn’t that exciting?” You tried to comfort him. His head laid on your chest and you knew he was understanding. “I love you so much and I’ll see you in this many days okay?” You held up two fingers.

Jacks face sadly smiled at the interaction with you and his son. Seeing you as a mother was something he came to miss seeing so much more than he ever imagined. Especially now that you two barely saw eachother because of his busy schedule.

“Okay momma” Ezra nodded and let you out him down. “Love you!” He lisped and gave you a hug.

“Love you more Ezzie”

“Love you momma! I’ll bring back some pizza for you in this many days!” Mila smiled at you and held up the same two fingers as Ezra had. You laughed and nodded. Walking closer to her and kissing her forehead. You caught a smell of Jacks cologne and you swore if it weren’t for your kids standing there you’d probably jump on his bones.

“Thank you sweet girl, I love you too. Tell uncle Urb I said hi for me okay? And be good!” You pointed at her, a giggle escaping her and she nodded as Jack put her down.

“Come on Ezzie!” She grabbed her brother’s hand and they both ran to the car where Urban was waiting to buckle them in, as well as greet his two favorite kids.

You stepped back. Moving some of your hair out of the way. Biting your bottom lip as Jack eyed you.

“You look good, it’s been what? Three months since I saw you last?”

“Yeah, three months” You agreed. Your arms folding on your chest as you watched him look down at his feet.

A awkward silence filled the air.

“About that night, if that’s what this is about I promise you that I wasn’t expecting anything out of it” He began explaining to you. Looking back at you with very intense blue eyes. “I-It was just very emotional for the both of us and having sex was the best way for us to release that I guess” He shrugged and brought up his left hand to rub his temple.

“No! That’s not what I wanted to talk about, it’s not about that at all” You managed to say without stuttering. “That was three months ago Jack. I don’t regret it as much as I thought I would?” You asked in the form of a question because you weren’t really sure how you felt. Tucking the kids to bed and then having a few drinks with your ex husband, having sex with him after all of it wasn’t exactly part of the plan. But it happened and you did enjoy it more than you hated to admit.

You wanted to hate HIM. But you couldn’t and so you hated yourself.

“Okay? So if it’s not about that then what is it? I’m confused”

“Jack i-“

You sighed and tears pricked your eyes. Taking note Jack pulled you into his arms. Rubbing your arms gently. He knew how you got when you got emotional. It was always something along the lines of it being harder for you to speak when you were upset like this.

“What’s wrong baby?” Jack whispered to you. The pet name bringing back so many good memories. The pleasant ones fighting to come out but you wouldn’t let them, at least not right now. “Whatever is upsetting you we can talk about it, or not if that’s not what you want…” You felt so overwhelmed, you might as well go out and say it before you bite your tongue again just like you did all those few times after the kids had finished FaceTiming him and you talked to him a little bit.

“Jack, I’m pregnant again”

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[jaim-inhothekid]

⚠︎ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

[ W.C ! ] : 2k

[ Summary ! ] : Eustass 'Captain' Kid has a serious problem with jealousy. His girlfriend, Vera, gets frustrated with his overreaction after seeing her being friendly with a random vendor. Killer is called in to help. | NSFW ; OC x Canon

⌗ ✎ Author's Note : This is a work commissioned by the lovely @punkgibsons !! If you're interested in commissioning me as well, here's my sheet!

Eustass Kid has a plethora of issues, that much is obvious even to those who only know him by name and face on his wanted poster. His reputation precedes him, always did – Once as the violent rookie with a trigger temper and sharp tongue who carried the biggest bounty between the supernovas, leaving a bloody trail of civilian deaths in his wake. Then as one of the pirates who defeated an emperor of the sea during the raid on Onigashima, either way, Eustass Kid has always been known for being bad news. Some would argue that he put the ‘worst’ in worst generation.

But out of all the issues Kid has going on, the most obvious has to be his possessiveness. Eustass has a nasty jealous streak over his things and over his people. Much like a kid who had never been taught to and therefore hates the concept of having to share – what's mine is mine, what's yours is yours. Kid doesn't see the problem in being a little cautious, especially over his girlfriend, Vera. Men out there are nasty, he knows it better than anyone, is it really that much of a crime to not want some slimy pig to get all touchy with his girl? No, no he doesn't think so.

And Eustass makes his thoughts well known when his fingers dig sharply on the meat of Vera's arm in a steel grip as he drags her back to Victoria Punk grumbling and cursing under his breath. Vera's voice serves merely as background noise to the enraged man, complaints over the harshness of his touch and pleads to let her explain the situation fallen on deaf ears, those that were flushed a bright red at the tips – something that happened when Eustass got worked up, the flush only grew when pointed out as he got even more worked up with the addition of embarrassment. Vera kept her face covered with her free hand as they made their way back to Victoria, out of shame from the scene her boyfriend caused – the offenses being a destroyed vendor's stand and said vendor collapsed on the ground, cradling his bloodied face – and mouthed timid “I'm sorry's” to the townsfolk that caught her gaze.

Upon reaching the ship, Eustass threw the door of his quarters open with such force that the walls shook from the brutal blow. He was not at all softer to close it, either, the windows vibrated in protest when it was slammed shut. And Vera was pushed to stand in the middle of the room as Eustass leaned back against the door, arms crossed and nostrils flared, a grotesque scowl twisting his handsome features.

“Are ya fuckin’ stupid? Seriously, tell me– ‘cause you gotta be fuckin’ with me” Kid spat, his lips twisting in a snarl – it's a rethroical question, obviously. His clenched jaw and the bulging vein in his forehead indicate it very clearly. “Ain't no way you're that fuckin’ dumb!”

Vera alerts her gaze to a random point of the room, looking for anything interesting enough so she can focus her attention on – to escape from the oppressive weight of those burning irises. “... You got it all wrong,” Vera sighed, mentally chastising herself for sounding so meek. At least she found something to focus on, the scraps of metal Eustass has the nasty habit of leaving around at random, she gives him maybe until the end of the day before he trips on one of the piles. “The– The vendor was just being polite! And there was no need to break his stand or his nose! You overreac–”

“Am I, Vera? AM I?” Kid raised his voice, gesturing wildly at himself to further emphasize his questioning – smiling exasperatedly, running his hand through face and up to his hair, combing it back with his fingers. He was always so expressive, even more so when frustrated and angry, and in this case, jealous. “He was just being politeee-n!” Kid mockingly imitates the sound of Vera's voice, high pitched and grating in a poor attempt to recreate her soft tone, she scowls at the childish display. His mocking grin falls back in that enraged snarl, like the flip of a switch. “Yer always givin’ me that bullshit, no one ever flirts with ya– NOOO, ‘COURSE NOT! WHY WOULD THEY? I'm always overreacting! Right?!”

Vera huffs and rolls her eyes, stepping back to sit on their shared bed. Scowling up at the red haired man with her arms firmly crossed over her chest, she watched silently as he worked himself up over nothing. Childish, embarrassing, even. A whopping 6 foot and 9 inches worth of a whole – not quite, maybe ¾, disregarding the arm – grown ass man throwing a tantrum over petty jealousy.

“What?” He growled, face darkening and a dangerous glint shining in his eyes, menace hanging in the air “Why t’fuck are ya staring at me like that?”

Vera kept her mouth shut, crossing one leg over the other as her foot tapped impatiently against the floor, she looked at her empty wrist in a mocking imitation of how one would check their watch and then glanced back at the man, clear exasperation in her features. Are you done?

“Yer gonna be like that, huh?” Eustass clicks his tongue, kisses his teeth, a small huff leaving his mouth – expressive, noisy, overwhelming – the way he holds himself reflecting perfectly on all of his actions and general approach to life. The way his face momentarily falls into a mask of indifference was almost convincing, the calm before the storm, Vera knew him too well to think that he was done. “Fine, great. Fuckin’ awesome.”

Vera gave him the shoulders, looking straight at the wall, was she lowering herself to his level by offering the silent treatment? Maybe, was it just as childish? Yeah, definitely. But still, this was far from the first and definitely not even close to the last time Kid pulled a stunt like that. It was upsetting to have all of her interactions with strangers seen with malicious eyes – she was just friendly, what's so wrong with that?

Vera's thoughts were cut short when Kid took a large fistful of her dark curls, forcefully turning her head to face him again– and the first thing in her field of vision was his cock, thick and flushed pink, adorned by a ladder of golden piercings that followed the curve of his shaft, throbbing along with the fast beat of his heart.

“Y'Don't wanna talk to me? Fine,” he growled, a smug sneer tugging at his lips at Vera's immediate flustered reaction. He bucked his hips slightly, making the tip bump against the plush of her bottom lip, a small trail of precum left behind. “Talk to this cock, then”

Might as well, right?

Vera opened her mouth only partially, feeling cheeky. She didn't want to be too eager and comply with his demands right away, she was still angry at him, dammit! – even though the sight alone was enough to send a wave of pleasure running down her spine and made her momentarily forget what she was even mad about. Eustass was having none of it, sticking the rough pad of his thumb past her lips, he forced it open by pressing firmly against the roof of her mouth. Immediately sticking his cock inside the moment she gave him room for it.

“That's it, brat” Kid hissed, a mean smirk on his face as he used her throat as a free use sleeve. The little choked gargles and the enclosing warmth of her throat constricting around his dick made Kid suck his bottom lip between his teeth, “That's the best thing that pretty trap o’ ya's can do”

Eustass had an iron grip on Vera's head – fingers interlocked within the thick curls, he bullied his shaft into the wet cavern of her throat carelessly, his piercings making a soft clink! clink! Whenever they scraped over her teeth. His nostrils flare and a shuddered curse forces its way out of his throat when Vera hollows her cheeks and takes his shaft into her hand – jerking it once just to make his tip peek out from the foreskin, her tongue swiping over the slit to collect the pearls of precum forming on it. Kid's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuckkkk, I love that slutty mouth–” He groaned, tossing his head back at a particularly hard suckle on his tip, he had half a mind to pursue his lips before a whimper could come out. “Fuckin’ minx” He growled, taking his hand off her scalp to harshly pinch her nose – cutting of her air supply. Eustass slammed his dick into the back of her throat a few more times until fat tears formed on those pretty eyes and her hands went to grab his thighs, nails digging at his tensed muscles. With a devious smirk, Kid pushed her off his dick and into the bed with a hard shove to her forehead.

Gasping for air, Vera barely had time to reconnect with her surroundings before Kid was on her again. Pinning her body down and laying in between her legs, forcing them to spread wide open to accommodate the width of his waist – taking both her wrists into one hand, he trapped her hands in front of her body. Kid kissed her with the hunger of a man who haven't had a meal in months, licking into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue, sucking and biting on her lips until they swelled and bruised, a thin line of spit connected their mouths when he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and growling darkly against her lips.

“Repel.”

Vera's thighs snapped open and she couldn't move her wrists– how?! She looked down, startled, blinking at the newfound metal restraints – a spreader bar digging into the supple skin of her thighs, with a chain connecting to the improvised handcuffs around her wrists, from the scraps on the floor, of course.

“Be a darlin’ and stay ‘ere,” Kid winked, delivering a swift spank to Vera's still clothed pussy. Laughing when her legs twitched against the restraints and whined, such a bully. “Not like ya’ can go anywhere else” He scoffed, giving her body one last, appreciative once over before tucking his dick back into his pants and exiting the room. Leaving her there in that vulnerable position.

It didn't take too long before Eustass came back with a familiar figure by his side, Killer. Vera couldn't help but flush bright red at being under the gaze of the two men – even though Killer was no stranger inside their bedroom, in fact, he was familiar to the point of not even being considered a simple guest anymore. The blonde smirked knowingly at her when he took notice of her flustered look.

“Is he being too hard on you, pretty girl?” Killer rasped on that low, rough tone of his. And Vera felt her bottoms getting more ruined by the second – the fabric damp with her dripping arousal.

“Too hard on ‘er my ass” Kid retorted, his lips drew back into a snarl. Nodding his chin at Vera's direction, they walked further into the room – Killer locking the door behind him as they came to stand over the bed, looming over Vera. “Sluts like ‘er aren't satisfied with just one man”

“That true, pretty?” Killer asked, a mean grin spreading over his face as he cocked his head down at her. Vera pouted, batting her eyelashes innocently at the blonde. “No, you're not a slut, pretty girl. I know you aren't–”

Killer's knee dipped on the mattress next to her head, cradling her neck softly as he sat down and eased her head to lay on his lap, teasingly close to the hardened bulge in his pants. Kid followed his lead, kneeling in between Vera's spread thighs – she gasped loudly as the redhead ripped at her bottoms, the thin fabric dangling in slashed pieces over her hips as her cunt was exposed, the candidly messy scenery of her spread legs and glistening core had Kid hungrily licking his lips at her.

“– But we know you love being fucked like one”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x oc #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid x oc #my stuff !!

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: You

TWEEK: Mister

TWEEK: Tinfoil

TWEEK: Hat

TWEEK: Guy

KENNY: Stan

TWEEK:  What

KENNY: His names Stan

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: Cool

TWEEK: I'm not gonna remember that

TWEEK: You said you had

TWEEK: Like

TWEEK: A bunker

TWEEK: Right?

STAN: Yeah

CRAIG: Dog shit covered ahhh barn 💀

TWEEK: Why is he saying Skull emoji out loud

TOLKIEN: Not even WE know at this point

KYLE: We gotta get him to stop that

KYLE: It's more annoying than KYLE: ….Whatever….. Stan's got going on

CRAIG: Omg not you slandering me 💀

CRAIG: Don't even rn you look like the Goodwill shat you out

KYLE: Fuck you

KYLE: You know that Supreme hoodie isn't even real Supreme, right?

CRAIG: Lmao what

CRAIG: Me when I lie

KYLE: Nonononono

KYLE: Look look look

KYLE: It says “Souprem”

KYLE: It's fake merch dude

KYLE: Its as fake as those fucking yeezys

CRAIG: ….

KYLE: …Dude?

CRAIG: No that's my other hoodie

KYLE: Are you fucking serious

KYLE: You aren't even rich stop acting like you are

CRAIG: Nuh uh

KYLE: FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH????

TOLKIEN: Kyle, just give it up

TOLKIEN: Trying to convince Craig he isn't rich is like trying to convince a toddler to wipe their own ass

TOLKIEN: It's not worth it

CLYDE: …. CLYDE: Why do I feel like that was directed towards me?

TOLKIEN: Because It was, Clyde

CLYDE: OH COME ON I WASH MY OWN ASS

TOLKIEN: NO THE FUCK YOU DO NOT YOU SMELL LIKE A TACO BELL CLYDE: FUCK YOU CLYDE: AT LEAST TWEEK LIKES ME TOLKIEN: OH SURE SURE SURE TOLKIEN: TWEEK DOESN'T ACTUALLY LIKE YOU TOLKIEN: THERE'S NO WAY SOMEONE LIKE TWEEK WOULD BE STUPID ENOUGH TO GO AFTER YOU, YOU FUCKING TESTOSTERONE FUELED SHITSTAN

CLYDE: THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING I'M TRANS BUT FUCK YOU FOR INSULTING ME

TOLKIEN: YOU’RE VERY WELCOME, FUCK YOU TOO

CLYDE: YOU KNOW WHAT?? I BET YOU 30 BUCKS I CAN PULL IN TWEEK WITH MY MANLY AWESOMENESS

TOLKIEN: I BET YOU A MILLION DOLLARS YOU CAN'T

CLYDE: FINE

TOLKIEN: FINE

CLYDE: LETS FUCKING GO

CLYDE: I'LL ASK OUT TWEEK AND IT'LL BE THE MOST ROMANTIC THING EVER

STAN: Hmmm

STAN: At my barn we could like

STAN: Use my dad and my sister

STAN: As like

STAN: Food

KYLE: Dude no

KYLE: I am not resorting to cannibalism

CARTMAN: Kahl, you’ve eaten animals, that's basically like eating people

KYLE: Okay mr “forty big macs in one day”

CARTMAN: Uhm, actually they're vegan chicken patties KYLE

CARTMAN: ALSO did you just ASSUME my GENDER????

CARTMAN: YOU ARE GETTING C A N C E L L E D

CARTMAN: I WANT A TEAR RIDDEN UKELELE FILLED APOLOGY RIGHT NOW

KYLE: Oh my GODDDDD

KENNY: Actually studies show that most human meat is similar taste wise to chicken

CRAIG: I thought it was pork

CRAIG: Like

CRAIG: Deadass

CRAIG: Like pigs

CRAIG: Like deadass pigs

KENNY: We know what pork is CRAIG 

STAN: Yeah

STAN: So we’re fucking set

CARTMAN: Uhhh no thanks, i’d rather be one with the animals and eat dirt and hay

STAN: We don't even have animals

CARTMAN: I’ll just eat the weed then

STAN: What

KENNY: What

KYLE: What

CRAIG: LMAOOOOOOO IM DEADDDDDDD 💀 💀 💀 

CARTMAN: What???

CARTMAN: It's like eating catnip

CARTMAN: Besides its environmentally friendly

STAN: What's your source

CARTMAN: Wikipedia

STAN: Ooooof course it is

STAN: The internets lying to you, you know

CARTMAN: Fuck off, Stan, Queermo

STAN: IM TELLING THE TRUTH HERE

TWEEK: HhhhuGiyhvfdeiohjd

TWEEK: OKay

TWEEK: Cool

TWEEK: We’re set on a TOTALLY ANONYMOUS LOCATION

TWEEK: Awesome

TWEEK: Great

TWEEK: Dandy even!

TWEEK: Everyone

TWEEK: Lets hold hands

CRAIG: I am not touching Clydes fucking shitstained hands

TWEEK: Fine

TWEEK: I’ll hold Clyde's hand

TOLKIEN: Why do you wanna touch Clydes hands thats fucking nasty

CRAIG: For real

CRAIG: Preach 🙏🙏🙏

TWEEK: I don't care

TWEEK: It's just for a bit TWEEK: I can wash my own hands afterwards

CRAIG: EWWWW FAGS

CLYDE: Aww… really?? :D

TWEEK: Fine

TWEEK: Sure

TWEEK: Whatever

CLYDE: Nobody other than Tolkien has wanted to hold my hand before! :DD

TOLKIEN: Was that before or after I figured out you don't wash your hands

TWEEK: Who else is fine with

TWEEK: Touching Clyde

CRAIG: Stop making me have gay thoughts, Playboi Carti

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: I don't

TWEEK: I'm not

TWEEK: Just

TWEEK: Hold hands

TWEEK: You all have socks on

TWEEK: I think

TWEEK: So it's not gay

CARTMAN: Uhm erm erm erm

CARTMAN: Actually

CARTMAN: That's a homophobic statement

TWEEK: CRAIG SAID A FUCKING SLUR?????????

TWEEK: WHAT???????

TWEEK: IM TWEEK: HUH TWEEK: WHAT TWEEK: OKAY

TWEEK: JUST TWEEK: JUST HOLD HANDS TWEEK: STOP MAKING THIS HARDER FOR ME

CLYDE: Wow

CLYDE: I forgot CLYDE: What holding hands felt like

KYLE: Woah

KYLE: This reminds me of the first episode of My Little Pony

KYLE: Where

KYLE: Twilight and her friends

KYLE: Find the friendship trinkets or whatever

KYLE: And they reverse the curse on them that turns them into stone

KYLE: And they used them to like

KYLE: Defeat Nightmare Moon

KYLE: Turning her back into Princess Luna

KENNY: That was so fucking gay

KENNY: I feel like I'm gonna vomit rainbows because of you

CARTMAN: Kenny stop being homophobic

CARTMAN: I will cancel you again

KENNY: Fuck off I know that blue hair you wear online is a wig

CARTMAN: BITCH-

TWEEK: SHUT UP

TWEEK: ALL OF YOU TWEEK: MY SATAN

TWEEK: CAN YOU ALL GO LIKE TWEEK: TWO MINUTES WITHOUT FIGHTING AND OR DEGRADING EACH OTHER

KENNY: ….

CARTMAN: …. KYLE: …..

LITERALLY EVERYONE: …..

CRAIG: Slllaaa-

TOLKIEN: Dont

TOLKIEN: Just

TOLKIEN: Do not

TOLKIEN: Actually, you’ve lost speaking privileges

CRAIG: 😡

TWEEK: Alright

TWEEK: Is

TWEEK: Is everyone holding hands

CRAIG: yeah its like Kumbaya frfr

TOLKIEN: Stop talking

TWEEK: Okay

TWEEK: Alakazam

TWEEK: Alakazane

TWEEK: Im sending you off this mortal plane

KYLE: Wait wha-

CRAIG: Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe! Like And Subscribe!

KENNY: Yoooo

CRAIG: Like and Share! Like and Share! Like and Share!

TOLKIEN: Haaaaa

TOLKIEN: What

TOLKIEN: Was that

TWEEK: Magic Trick

TOLKIEN: What

TWEEK: Hey you have a lot of free time when you live in a dumpster

CRAIG: Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link! Copy link!

TOLKIEN: Whatever, please for the sake of our brain cells, never do that again

KENNY: I dunno

KENNY: I thought that was pretty cool

CRAIG: Kombucha? I LLLOOOVVVEEE KOMBUCHA! Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA Kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA

TWEEK: Alright

TWEEK: Humans

TWEEK: Freaks

TWEEK: Whatever your names are

TWEEK: Get in the fucking barn

TWEEK: Now, quoting the safety psas from Estella,

TWEEK: Don't open the door for strangers, Don’t investigate any random noises, don't take any offers from strange men in white vans, don't help anyone, if anyone says they're friends of your parents do not trust them

TWEEK: And for goodness sake,

TWEEK: USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM

CRAIG: I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis! I'm addicted to Takis!

STAN: One, what are we, five?

STAN: Second

STAN: It's a backup bunker, not  a barn

TWEEK: WHATEVER! JUST- GET IN

TWEEK: DO YOU WANNA LIVE OR NOT????

STAN: No

TWEEK: …

STAN: …

TWEEK: ….

STAN: ….

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: O….

TWEEK: Kay…..

TWEEK: Just…..

TWEEK: Get in the barn

STAN: Fineeeee

STAN: Whatever

STAN: Fuck you

CRAIG: [ Gotta sleep in fucking pig shit this sucks fuck this ]

CLYDE: Hey

CLYDE: Hey CLYDE: Hey Tweek

TWEEK: Arrrghhh…What….

CLYDE: Do

CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you think

CLYDE: Do you think we CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you think we could

CLYDE: Maybe

CLYDE: Like

CLYDE: Go to like

CLYDE: Dennys

CLYDE: After this???

TWEEK: Whats

TWEEK: What's Dennys?

CLYDE: Oh

CLYDE: Uh

CLYDE: Maybe we could like

CLYDE: Go to Olive Garden then?

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: What's an olive?

TWEEK: And

TWEEK: And what's a Garden?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh you poor

CLYDE: Sweet

CLYDE: Summer child

CLYDE: You know what

CLYDE: I'm gonna take you to the Olive Garden

CLYDE: And you're gonna have the time of your fucking life

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: O

TWEEK: OKAY?????

CLYDE: Alright

CLYDE: I’ll see you there babe

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: UHHH

TWEEK: WHAT

TWEEK: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BABE TWEEK: WHAT???

TOLKIEN: Don’t fall for that shit

TOLKIEN: He doesn't wash his hands

TOLKIEN: Or his ass

TWEEK: Why's that relevant?

TOLKIEN: IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING?????

TWEEK: CHILL OUT IT'S NOT THAT BAD

TOLKIEN: YES IT IS??????

TWEEK: …Whatevs

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS????

(edits made by @pissblanket)

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[allzelemonz]

Romeo and Tybalt: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader is referred to as ‘man’ and ‘lad’. Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Smut, violence Warnings: Sean never shuts up, Sean is loud during sex, top Reader and bottom Sean, Reader is an O’Driscoll, smut, anal fingering, handjob, anal sex, kissing, marking, yes the title is a Shakespeare reference Summary: Being stuck in a cell with a member of a rival gang doesn’t turn out how you might expect.

That idiot that got you caught is going to pay when you get back to camp. Billy was never very bright but he could’ve at least stayed and fought. It’s in the past now, you’re stuck in a cell and there’s not much you can do other than relax on the bench and wait for an opportunity.

“Come on ya filthy pigs!” A man yells from upstairs. “Ya cowards can’t handle me without tyin’ my hands.”

The stairs creak as the deputies bring him down the stairs. Gray suit, red hair, unmistakably that Irish idiot that runs with the Van der Lindes. MacGuire, if you remember right. You know he’ll see the bandana around your neck that they didn’t bother to take, an almost universal sickly shade of green that identifies your loyalties to Colm O’Driscoll. They’re rough with him, much more than they were with you. Probably because he has yet to shut his mouth.

“Ya ain’t gonna hold me long, boys.” He says as they untie his wrists and shove him inside.

They rush up the stairs and lock the door behind them, not interested in dealing with the mouthy outlaw any more than they have to. His gaze wanders to you and it lands on your bandana quicker than you thought.

“O’Driscoll.” He hisses.

“Van der Linde.” You state plainly.

“Fuck off.”

You laugh a little at that. “Straight to the point then?”

“Yer sick fuckin’ dogs, the lot a’ ya.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall.

“Just making money. We are outlaws after all, MacGuire.”

“Course ya know my name. Probably got little spies everywhere.”

You shake your head. “You’re just stupid enough to make yourself known.”

“Stupid, am I?” He chuckles. “Me?”

You smile. “Never met a bigger idiot.”

“Oh, fuck off, fuckin’ O’Driscoll.”

“Make me.”

He stands up straight. “I just might.”

You sigh, standing from your somewhat comfortable spot. “Come on then, Van der Linde. Let’s get this over with.”

He runs at you and you catch him, forcing him back against the wall. You grapple for a bit before he manages to knock you on the ground but you pull him down and get over him, beginning to land blows to his face. He catches your wrist and you can feel his breathing beneath you. Against your better judgment, you stop and sit back on the floor to let him sit up. He glares at you, a hand cupping his jaw.

“You gonna shut up now?” You ask, catching your breath.

“Lucky I don’t got a gun, O’Driscoll.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “We’re gonna be in here for a whole night, MacGuire. Let’s forget the O’Driscoll versus Van der Linde before we kill each other.”

He laughs. “‘Fraid I’ll best ya next time, are ya?”

“Just don’t wanna deprive the town of a good hanging.”

He shakes his head. “Suppose we could go without bein’ at each other's throats.”

“Say that again.”

“What?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Throat. Say it again.”

“Fuck off.” He waves, turning so he can lean against the opposite wall.

You chuckle. “I’ve heard plenty of Irishmen in the gang, but they don’t say it like that.”

“O’Driscoll’s ain’t worthy a’ bein’ Irish.”

You put your hands up. “Fine, fine. Whatever you say, MacGuire.”

“Sean.” He says. “Call me Sean.”

You give him your name and it sounds strange when he says it, not the accent but the fact that a Van der Linde knows your name now.

“So what did you do, Sean?”

“Bounty hunters.” Sean groans. “Bloody army of ‘em. You?”

“Friend got in a fight, ran off.”

“O’Driscolls.” Sean laughs, shaking his head.

“Billy’s not so bad. Dumb but not a bad guy.”

“An O’Driscoll not bein’ a bad guy? I find that a little hard ta believe.”

You laugh lightly. “Fair enough.”

Sean looks over you. “Ya don’t seem so bad, I suppose.”

“Is that right?”

He shuffles, leaning his head back against the wall. “Easy on tha eyes at least.”

You sit forward, looking over Sean. He’s not bad looking for a Van der Linde, definitely better than most of the O’Driscoll boys. He has a bruise forming on his jaw, but other than that he has a softened edge about him.

“You’re not bad yourself.” You mutter.

Sean tilts his head forward again, meeting your eyes. “Damn good chance we’re both hanged tomorrow.”

You nod. “Very good chance, yeah.”

He clears his throat. “It’d, uh, it’d be a shame to waste our last night. Wouldn’t ya say?”

“Scandalous, Sean.”

He grins, scrambling over to you. “I don’t really bloody care.”

He presses your lips together as he settles himself in your lap. His hands hold your face as your rest on his waist, happy to let him do the work. It doesn’t take long at all before his hips rub against you and he tries to make friction for himself.

“I think you like the scandal, Van der Linde.” You whisper.

He hums, more focused on trying to feel something good. You push him back roughly so he lands on the ground and your hands make quick work of his pants. Sean scrambles to get his shirt off as you undress yourself. He pulls you on top of him so he can kiss you and run his hands over your bare chest. You bring your hand down to tease him, slowly stroking him and earning a moan. He brings a hand to his mouth and sucks at his fingers before he lifts his hips so he can prepare himself. You’re content to watch him for a minute before you press encouraging kisses to his neck, making sure to leave a few marks for him to remember.

“Fuck me good, will ya, O’Driscoll?” He says, a groan to his voice as he fucks himself on his fingers.

“You want that, Van der Linde?” You smirk, looking down at him as he squirms from the squeeze you give his dick. “You wanna get fucked on a cell floor by a member of a rival gang?”

“God, yes.” Sean moans, removing his fingers so he can pull you closer.

“Not afraid of what your boss’ll say?” You ask as you spit on your hand to slick yourself up before aligning with him.

Sean laughs. “Are you, big man?”

You chose not to answer because it’s very much a yes. Colm would shoot you the second he found out. You’d be a traitor. So you focus on the needy man beneath you and slowly push inside. He squirms, so you hold his hips. He wines, so you move one hand to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, O’Driscoll.” He pants when you remove your hand. “Fuck do ya feel good.”

You lean down and kiss Sean to keep him quiet as you move your hips at a quick pace. You can feel his little whines against your mouth with every move you make so you only give him the occasional second to catch his breath. He starts to move with you, his hips meeting yours in time and you bring your hand down to jerk him at the same pace. The slick feeling, the little noises he makes, fucking Sean MacGuire may be a death sentance if your gang ever finds out but it is one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

“Be quiet now, Van der Linde.” You whisper in his ear. “Don’t want the law to hear.”

Sean bites back a moan as you continue to slam into him. He wants to say something witty back, but he’ll scream if he does. He’s dizzy, utterly blissed, and close to his end. When suck another mark into his neck he cums with a hand over his mouth to stay quiet. You keeping pounding into him, fucking him for all he’s worth as he becomes more sensitive and he has to really hold his hand in place to keep the whines in. You bite at his skin lightly as you release, filling Sean entirely. He squirms under you, finally removing his hand and sighing in relief as you slide out of him.

He laughs, his hand slicking back his sweaty hair. “We can’t die now, we gotta do tha’ again.”

You press a soft kiss to his lips and he gladly returns with the same lasting gentleness. Then you pull away and sit back, letting Sean sit up with you.

“No one can know.” You say with a serious tone. “Colm would kill me.”

Sean’s smile falls. “So I’m just a quick fuck?” He asks. “Tha’ sure felt like more than a quick fuckin’ fuck!”

You shush him, glancing back at the stairs. “It wasn’t. I want to do this again. As much as I hate you Van der Lindes, I want to do this again.”

He relaxes slightly. “Come with me then.”

“Just ‘cause I wanna fuck you again doesn’t mean I’m betraying my gang, MacGuire.” You snap, then you take a breath. “I like you, but the O’Driscolls are my life.”

“I think ya wanna do more than just fuck me, big man.” Sean laughs, bringing himself closer to you. “I got a sense fer these things.”

You put a hand in his hair, tugging him towards you for a kiss, soft like the last one. “We gotta get out of here first.”

“Worry about tha’ later.” Sean says, climbing into your lap again. “I’m good fer another go.”

You smile as he kisses you again, a little more hungry this time. Your hand tangles more into his hair as you feel yourself hardening again. Then gunshots from upstairs make you both freeze. Both of you know what they likely mean, a breakout. You scramble for your clothes as Sean does the same, managing to get them on before two masked men come down the stairs.

“Sean? Ya down here?” One of them calls.

Sean rushes to the bars, his pants only halfway buttoned. You move slowly, acting natural and sitting back on the bench as you were when Sean first came. In your hand you hold your green bandana and you slowly stuff it into your pocket as a larger man with long hair comes to the cell.

“Let's get you out of here.” He says, looking over the key ring.

“A sight fer sore eyes, Charles.”

More shots ring out and you can hear a few familiar shouts from outside.

“You should hurry.” You say to Sean.

Charles opens the door and nods to you. “Who’s your friend, Sean?”

“He ain’t a friend.” He grins at you. “Ya heard the lad, let’s go.”

Sean pulls his friend up the stairs and you hold your breath, waiting for more shots. They never come, just footsteps running down the stairs. You stand and meet the familiar O’Driscoll faces, Billy at the front. At least he came back for you. At least he didn’t see Sean.

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[cupidscrule]

PT ONE OF A SHORT FIC!!

Adam stanheight / reader.

Tw - eating disorder, bathroom trap.

Saw 2004

"Hey- sweetie- com'on Hun? Please you need help, we can't keep supporting you if you're just killing yourself." Your mother said to you over the phone, god you didn't care, it wasn't hurting them. All you wanted was one thing, to be a beautiful model, find love, to be loved jeez, and we all know the only way to do that is to be skinny. You were 45kg, 5'4. Yeah, most people would say you're horribly underweight, but fuck them and there stupid opinions, they didn't know you. They couldn't get a say in what shit you pulled, doesn't even matter? Who would care?

Whatever that's besides the point, you were underweight. Still starved yourself, didn't care how people felt, hell you could basically fit toddlers clothes, I mean you always wanted to get in kawaii fashion nows the perfect time. Okay okay back to the point,

You always hated yourself, ugly, pig, god those words you heard all your life. You hated yourself, your loving family, left all your friends, you were alone. Well not really, no I mean like not alone. See everything was going fantastic, i was crying on the bathroom floor like every night, when the shower curtain pulled back and a thing wearing a pig mask shoved a needle in your neck, well probably my neck

Was a bit too hazy to fully remember, so that's how we ended up here.

Little ol me, in a black room, ankle chained, smelled like shit, like actual fucking shit. Jesus, where the fuck am I.

Still haven't figured it out yet. "Hello?? Where the fuck am I??" Oh shit there's someone else here?? Too dark to notice, didn't really think to scream, y'know just in case. It was a males voice, sounded about 20-25. The details don't matter "WAIT I FOUND A LIGHT" he shouts before the bathroom lights flicker on. Jesus no wonder it smelled like shit you were actually in a bathroom, I was just joking earlier. The man was a few meters away from me, he was wearing a white shirt, weird blue button up shirt and was undone, and jeans. His ankle was also cuffed? Fuck whats going on, is this some sick prank? He had short brown hair, and looked tired. Guess you had one thing in common?

"Hey- what's your name??" I asked him with an awkward smile, y'know trying not to start CRYING. "MY NAME IS VERY FUCKING CONFUSED WHAT ABOUT YOU?" jeez, wasn't he just a ball of sunshine? "Well do you remember how you got here?" I said after a few seconds, honestly I didn't even care if he was pissed all I wanted to do was get out of here. I looked around, saw fuck all. Well besides a man in the middle of me and mystery man who killed himself. Yeesh hope it didn't get that unbearable. "Nothing. Fucking nothing. I went to bed in my shithole apartment and woke up in an actual shithole??" He says looking over at me. He looked upset, but who wouldn't if they woke up in a bathroom with your ankle cuffed to a poll. "But- what's your name." Mystery man calmly says, wow what a change in emotion. Went from crazy bitch to sweet little charmer

"The less you know about me the better. What about you?" I say rubbing my eyes, before reaching down to my foot trying to break the chain. "Adam." He says after a solid 40 seconds, god finally something useful. "Huh, well nice to meet you Adam, NOW HOW THE FUCK DID WE END UP HERE?" I gotta admit I did sound a bit angry there but fuck if I care? Seems like a life or death scenario either way. Doubt this guy cares about kindness the way he acted before, "well - nice to meet you.. Adam. Now, do you know anything? Like why we're here?" A good minute passed before I said that, I guess I did feel a bit bad. He looked over at me, looking confused but not at me? "No, I really don't but-" he says before cutting himself off "wait he has something in his hand??" Adam continued speaking, pointing at the corpses hand. Yeesh it was a tape player, what a weird thing to hold onto, it also looked like there was a gun? Well I mean kinda expected that, given the head shit wound. "Can you reach it??" I shout to him, before getting on my stomage Trying to reach for it "No- Wait - actually" he says going over to a bathtub, grabbing the drainer. Using it to grab the small player, "smart.." I said putting on a half smirk, he grabs it with his wet hands, he pulls out two tapes, one with Adam written on it, and the other with yours. He inserts the one that has his name on it and presses 'play'

"Rise and shine, Adam. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room that you die in. Up until now you simply sat in the shadows watching others live out their lives. But what do voyeurs see when they look into the mirror? Now, I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic. So are you going to watch yourself die today, Adam, or do something about it?" Wow, that's fucking harsh. Poor guy honestly? "Hey toss me the one with my name on it-" I say to him holding out my hands, he throws it with the tape.

" Y/n , this is your wake-up call. Every day of you've starved yourself to look hotter, you have people worried that today might be your last day alive. Now, it's your job to end someone other then yourself,  Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you. When there's that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do...is shoot yourself. There are ways to win this hidden all around you. Just remember, X marks the spot for the treasure. If you do not kill Adam by six, then Cathy and Paul will die, Y/n ... and I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin. Follow your heart."

"Follow your heart -?" I say under my breath, looking over to Adam who is just staring "listen.. girl- we don't have to do what it says. Okay? We can figure this out and both live-?" He says oddly calm, "it said follow your heart- and there's ways to win everywhere?" You say looking around, "you said heart?" He says looking over at you "yeah?" I reply just kinda staring, what the fuck is he doing.

He stretches over towards a toilet bowl which has a heart smudged on it, sticking his hand in the toilet "Adam- no- ew-" you say gagging looking away from him. "Fuck nothing.." he says before opening the top of the shitter,  grabbing a black bag with various things in it, "The fuck is that?" I said to him looking back at him, a big ass trash bag which he dumped on the ground as two saws fall out of it, and a little case, with unknown things in it.

Adam immediately goes to cut off the chain, unfortunately the saw flimsily breaks In half. "What the fuck??" He shouts tossing it away, "they aren't meant to cut metal. They're meant to cut off our-" I say staring at the little saw, eyes wide, who the fuck would come up with this sick game? This is torture, hell on earth. What did I do to deserve this?

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[imliterallylegobatman]

listen the fuck up, i think (HOPE) all of yall are antifa on here, but for WHATEVER REASON, the only time y'all care about fascism is when it happens in countries you know a lot about. I'm tired of the only political shit discussed being America or some fucking western European country.

there's a very prominent neo-nazi party in georgia (WHICH MY CLASSMATE IS A PART OF????), with extreme conservative and puritan views. see the armbands and the flag in the back? that's the georgian neo-nazi symbol. don't ask me why the faces are blurred, my source for this is the nazi classmate himself, and he blurred it.

brief summary of how this sorry excuse of an organization formed: they broke into a nightclub because "DANCING IS SINFUL", destroyed the club obviously, beat up everyone who was there (girls, guys, university students, bartenders, EVERYONE). where was the police, you may ask? one of them was drunk and JOINED these shitheads, the rest showed up hours later for "unrelated reasons" and pretended none of it happened. you'll see that cops doing jack shit will become a reoccurring theme in this post. this all branches from the extreme upholding of "orthodox christian values" - they're doing all this in "God's name", AND THE CHURCH SUPPORTS IT. obviously, fascism in Georgia existed even before these fucking cunts, but they're growing stronger and recruiting more people these days.

SO, WHAT PROMPTED ME TO MAKE THIS POST? these days, they've gotten more physically aggressive. here are some examples:

they asked a random guy in the streets about his opinion on fascism, when he said he doesn't like it (FUCKING OBVIOUSLY), they beat him up (the police did JACK SHIT and pretended that the part security cameras glitched out WHEN THE NAZIS LITERALLY FILMED A VIDEO OF THEM DOING IT)

they killed a dog and kept beating it after death, and they beat up cats in the street (they filmed these as a video too)

they beat up the leader of a governmental organization Girchi, which is the most progressive party we have right now (with anti-governmental, anti-russian, and antifa anarchistic ideologies)

the Girchi leader was supposed to hold a lecture about politics for kids and uni students at a summer camp thing, and the nazis ATTACKED THE CAMPSITE AND THREW STONES AT PEOPLE.

update on the first one: an armed man in civilian clothes entered his HOSPITAL ROOM, some women tried to stop him, TURNS OUT HE WAS A COP, AND NOW THE POLICE IS PRESSING CHARGES FOR "ATTACKING A POLICE OFFICER"??????

1 - They didn't know he was a cop, 2 - they didn't even attack him just tried to stop him from going to the kid's bed because he was a threat, 3 - HOW THE FUCK ELSE WOULD YOU REACT IF A STRANGER WITH A GUN ENTERED YOUR KID'S HOSPITAL ROOM AND TRIED TO GO NEAR HIM?????

anyways, this shit is scary. the nazi party is recruiting minors, like my classmate, so that if they ever get arrested, the minors will have to be released because OBVIOUSLY nobody's gonna HAVE A 14 YEAR OLD ROT IN PRISON. even if they were all adults, as i mentioned, the police don't care, because they're doing this in the name of Christianity. they're posting xenophobic, homophobic, conservative and very christian nazi bullshit so that they can make people believe that they want what's best for people, BECAUSE THEY KNOW THAT THE MAJORITY OF GEORGIA SHARES THOSE IDEOLOGIES. their name is literally "Geo National Unity" TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE THEY'RE DOING THIS TO "HELP" US. EVEN IF THEIR IDEAS WERE MORALLY CORRECT, WHY THE FUCK AREN'T THEY BEHIND BARS FOR WHAT THEY'RE DOING??

i know I'm not the most coherent source of information, i know this just looks like a stupid rant, but this information isn't accessible in English, which means NOBODY OTHER THAN US GEORGIANS KNOWS WHATS GOING ON. the later this shit stops, the more fascists there'll be in Georgia, because no one wants to put a stop to this. cops are fucking pigs, as always.

I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS. I'M TIRED OF SEEING SWASTIKA GRAFFITI ON WALLS AND SCHOOL DESKS. I'M SICK OF FEELING THREATENED JUST BECAUSE I'M OPENLY ANTI-NAZI AND SOMEWHAT OPENLY QUEER. I'M SICK OF RELIGION BEING AN EXCUSE FOR THESE FUCKING DEGENERATES. NOBODYS DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT. I'm sorry for getting fucking emotional on a post that's supposed to be informational, but SOMEONE had to fucking say it. progressive people in non-western countries are in fucking hell, because nobody acknowledges any problems in places that doesn't concern them. anyways please fucking reblog this, for awareness and for help and what-fucking-ever. thank you for reading.

#acab #geo national unity #neo nazis #antifa #let me know what other tags i can use for this so people actually fucking see it #georgian politics

[awigglycultist]

NPMD thoughts

Omg Richie's screams

Poor Richie my beloved

He's dead <3

Oh wait Ruth's headgear is missing in this song

Grace covering her mouth!

STEPH! PETE! <3

WHAT A START

Sycamore! We really need to know more about them

Rip Peter

I love the running in Literal Monster

Out first Max saying Bitch incident!

Get him up! Get this fucker up!!

I love being able to properly see everyone's facial expressions

I hate Solomon so much

Steph is very stupid for putting her hand above her phone as it's about to me smashed but also I'd probably do the same

"this projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I literally love Ruth's, Pete's and Richie's friendship so much

"What was I like when she touched your arm? Did you cum!?"

"Pete silence your phone in the library!" you guys have been screaming this whole time but ok

NANI?

Ugh Pete you are cooler than you think you are!

Love Max finishing the "woah oh oh oh"

"Had to sell your bowtie to feed your fuckin family?"

Omg Pete's breathing and whining while Max is monologuing <3

"now say your fucking prayers bitch!" "-amen!" is still such a good transition

"mom will you pass the buttstuff?" "I just want some head and butter" "bread and buttstuff" still get me

"I love... Jesus <3 :)"

Dirty Girl should not be so good

"WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!"

Me trying to watch this and imagine watching with my dad to figure out the appropriateness and if gonna have to skip past parts

Ugh Pete <3

Ugh Steph caring about Pete so much despite knowing him for one day <3

Hatchettown notfi!

#pottypants let's get it trending

IT'S BULLY THE BULLY TIME!!!

Love hoe you can see Steph slowly getting into it

Beans cool? Excellent!

Pete's and Richie's finger fun moment!

"who was that?" "my boyfriend!" "sounded like a telemarketer" "okay my ex boyfriend"

Love the screams after "you kinda look like that homeless man from downtown"

"fucking useless Pete!"

"no he thinks the ghost is real he's just really fucking brave"

"I am Jägerman! I am God! Go Nighthawks!"

Skele'on

The little bit of info that Max's dad would call him a cuck and the fact that his bullying likely comes from a lot more trauma with his dad

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him :(

Rip the glow in the dark skeleton costume

"this is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday!"

Love Kyle and Brenda, what a supportive couple

"this is really your C+" "oh, Steph, you can keep it :)"

"with consent of cour cause we care!"

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!!

Zeke the fighting Nighthawk like Ezekiel from Perky's Buds! Did Ekekiel name himself after Hatchetfield's mascot?

Love the audience cheering after "fuck Clivesdale fuck em straight to hell!"

Richie struggling with costume is so good

"I love being alive!"

God the costume and makeup up close! So good!!!

Smoke club!

Richie's fall is so good!!!

Jon's singing is seriously so good in npmd

And god Will is incredible

Yup Mark & Karen were just so wild at 18

"you don't say, you don't say. I'm be down there in a jiffy" "what'd they did dad?" "they didn't say"

Jeff voice over cameo!

Davis!

Love that Grace calls the cops pigs

Davis and Virginia!

Ziggy! Barry! Charlie!

Bryce's solo <3

Gerlad!

Love the cameos so much (but also rip Jerry, least it's preserved in the album

The bbq monologues bit is so stupid and so good and funny

Me Barbecue!

I love Trevor I hope we see him again

"I'm my dreams, it's my barbecue!"

Just For Once is so silly and so emotional love it it's underrated

"it fucking worked I'm fucking here he's fucking her!"

Lauren is so good!!

"take a bow, bitch"

"Every citizen of Clivesdale is guilty until proven innocent"

Shapiro saying she found the wwjd bracelet in the principal's office really got me the first time

"it's God plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! Do something you son of a bitch!"

PAUL & EMMA!!!!

The knowledge of what card Jon hands Lauren makes this scene better

"I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate!"

Emma spitting in the coffee!

Rip "women shoe"

AHHH IF I LOVED YOU!!!

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"she's bisexual and dead where else would she be!"

Rip Angela's fall

"get your hands out of your pocket! Put your hands down! He's going for a gun!"

The scream!

Also the audience screaming during this entire scene from Paul's & Emma's entrance to Emma screaming, so valid and great

"don't comfort her she's fucking weird"

I hate him but we absolutely need to know more about Solomon, how do the Mayor's learn so much

The black book! The nightmare time theme!

And another reason we need to know more about Solomon, why tf did he have the black book and what did he do with it

Max's one liners are so great

"on the ground bitch I'm a cop!"

"are you a women of faith?" "catholic" "I'll take that as a no"

"there's something deeply wrong with this whole town" yeah there sure is

Pete saying he has no idea what he's doing when he checks for Shapiro's pulse is such a great way of keeping it unknown if she's alive or dead

AAAHHHH THE SUMMONING

"t'noy karaxis" particularly scratches my brain

AHHH THE LORDS IN BLACK

I am a bit sad you can't see all the dance moves at the same time and you so you can't really see them changing dances with each other but also the close ups are so cool and very fitting for the scene!

Jon putting his fingers together so it's reminiscent of the doll only having three is such a cool choice

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JOEY RICHTER WHY DO YOUR EMOTIONAL PERFORMANCES HAVE TO BE SO GOOD

I WAS RIGHT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CAITIA REPRISE

They both do a great job during this and I NOT OKAY

Max's fucking beat boxing

"so you do know the bible!"

This is scene is seriously so crazy

Graces entrance afterwards with the cigarette is so great and Max's entrances afterward laying on the bench is so great

The spin!

The lighting!!!

Homecoming time!

Someone remind me to add Joey in best of you to the air guitar thread

And that's it. That's where ends :)

Grace is so crazy and I love her

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd spoilers #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

[farmerbebop]

Absolutely no one asked for this but I had another silly McGoohan dream last night and because that's the second dream already maybe you all can tell me if that's normal or not. 😅

It was in a very big schoolyard, completely empty except for the trees around it. McGoohan was in his later Columbo days, cleanly shaven, without any glasses. He was being knighted by the queen. Two other people were standing next to her. No one else was to be seen. McGoohan seemed like he didn't know what the hell was going on, being Irish and all, but he let it happen. Then they gave him a flag in triangle form with his name on it.

After that he went to feed the pigeons in the yard and gave one of them the flag. The pigeon flew away with it. It flew to the rooftop and dropped the flag there. I climbed up there and picked it up. Then I saw McGoohan and another young man coming up, they were trying to catch a calico cat. The young man was ahead of him. I saw the cat in the room under me, climbing up a shelf, and alerted the young man to it.

Then McGoohan arrived and looked up at the cat. I was hiding at the door to the rooftop, didn't dare to make a noise. I could see his eyes but I couldn't tell whether or not he noticed me.

Then a lady appeared and told him if he caught the cat the game would be over and asked him whether he still wanted to chase after it. He said "I don't want to chase after it. I want to grow up."

Then I was overcome by the fear that he was going to run away and I woke up.

The first dream I had was back then when I just started making stupid McGoohan videos. It was even stranger.

It was a film where in the finale two men captured McGoohan and tried to put him into a car. He was carrying some sort of water bottle in a case (obviously a gadget) and was making excuses to not get into the car. Then he stabbed one of the men with a fork from the case. But the other man stabbed him from behind with a fork too.

Then it was in a small living room. He was waking up on an armchair facing the fireplace. Next to him was a cradle with dangling toys from above. He vaguely remembered there wasn't any toy there before. Then I'm not sure whether he was falling asleep again or fainting, or dying.

Then the film ended and I had to go somewhere but I came back for the end credits because there were some scenes there too. I was on the bus with my grandma. I had some money and grandma gave me some coins and I paid the bus tickets before we got off. The bus driver found a strange coin among the ones I gave him and he said I must be going to church. But I never went to church.

Then I got to the end credits. The color was a bit strange like there was a filter over it. It was in a palace. There was a French soldier and McGoohan was some sort of an outlaw. McGoohan told him they were not so different considering the way they were both holding on to their weapon. The French soldier then tried to recall a Chinese saying and went over to an old Asian lady to ask for help with the saying. It turned out the lady did not speak Chinese. Then she left.

Then McGoohan followed her to her house. She was staying with her grandson. So McGoohan came in to see two gay men together and he was like "Oh, am I intruding?". Then the grandma came and showed him her pension papers, she started out raising pigs together with her friends and then went through all sort of jobs to find herself with a meager pension in the end.

Then he was in a park, it was full of plants and trees, almost like a jungle. He was walking among the plants towards the camera. Then words came out on screen, not in one line across the screen but appearing and disappearing all over the place, his voice-over can be heard. It was about wars or nations or something like that.

TL;DR Your poor Farmer Bebop missed the chance to talk to McGoohan in a dream last night because she was too scared. If you can do better in your dreams, please tell him I say hi and thank him for not screaming at me in my dreams, LOL.

#mcgoogoo and me

[memestockpile]

ivan's childhood (1962) feel free to change as needed.

they've detained someone.

light the lamp.

go stand by the stove.

wait outside. i'll call you.

come on, strip and wash yourself. if you need any help, call for me.

don’t be bashful.

are you gonna speak, kid?

what’s that on your back?

none of your business.

don't raise your voice at me.

i've never heard of you.

you'll stay here til you tell me who you are and where you're from. got that?

i don't have to prove anything!

are you kidding me? are you sober?

i was told to lock you up.

go on. i won't look.

enough of your talk.

it's daytime for you and me, but it's nighttime for the star.

you needn't get so worked up over the smallest thing.

i'm going down to the river to see what's going on.

go to sleep. i'll wake you up when they're here.

did i talk in my sleep?

my nerves are on edge. i've become jittery.

you mean you swam all the way across?

you're nothing but skin and bones, my boy.

here, put this on.

yes, i've heard all this before.

i have reliable firsthand information.

waited all night for nothing, eh, [name]?

so that's how you work, by tricking me?

the matter is closed. i'll discuss it no further.

i'll do a good job. i'll work hard.

yesterday in the mail, i received two mysterious letters.

are you going far? everybody is nowadays.

you think i have nothing better to do than chasing after you?

watch your mouth.

get in the car. you won't run away again.

can't you understand, silly? this isn't a place for you.

besides, i'm all alone. i have no one.

are you my father, that you can decide for me?

shut up! or i'll give you a good whipping.

i'm my own boss.

you're a pain in my neck.

the linen isn't disinfected properly.

i honestly don't know what to do with you.

you're beautiful and stubborn.

you look angry even in your sleep.

twenty minutes by train.

why are we being so formal?

you said you weren't afraid of anything.

jump. i'll catch you.

i don't need your forgiveness.

damn! couldn't you have dug it deeper?

you don't lie too well.

here's to our meeting!

you're too stern, [name]. you need a little tenderness inside.

i've looked everywhere. now i've found you.

it's just a painting. just someone's imagination.

i did nothing but read for three days.

you're not trigger-happy, are you?

temper, temper, temper.

what a knife!

i'll get you one just like it tomorrow.

don't waste your breath explaining. they can't see beyond their own noses.

watch out, troublemaker, or i'll report you.

keep cool. that's the main thing.

just thank god you're alive.

you've done your fighting. rest up now.

i don't want you to smoke.

stop staring at me like i'm a stuck pig. i'm serious.

he loves you very much.

jump up and down, check if anything rattles.

i'm sick of everything.

i'll go part of the way with you.

are you a louse or just stupid?

it's the first snow of the year.

who were you talking to on the road?

will this be the last war on earth?

you should see a doctor about that.

come on out, you little devil. we've got a thing or two to teach you.

#askbox meme #ask meme #inbox meme #inbox rp meme #roleplay #meme #askbox #rp meme #roleplay meme #ask #askbox rp #tumblr rp #rp #tumblr roleplay #sentence starter meme #roleplay sentence meme #rp sentence meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp inbox meme

[ieroween1031]

My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 12 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:

- I just started it and I already can’t breathe. Just the thumbnail alone has me wanting to sob!

- Honestly though… Please stop letting Prapai help you with your homework, because my precious idiot keeps hurting himself.

- “Why are you smiling?” Because you love him and he knows it!

- Sky, you can drop the act now.

- Poor Saifah, honestly.

- Pai gushing about Sky to a totally uninterested Saifah and Payu, I’m here for it!

- Payu looks so proud of his boy!

- The episode name, the episode name, the episode name!

- Couples t-shirts? Pai, you big cheese ball. What are you, a drunk, recently divorced white woman with her ‘squad’ on girls night?

- That slide whistle, I’m cackling.

- Busted!

- Busted again!

- Sky is so see through, he’s practically glass at this point.

- Pai, you sassy motherfucker!

- Oh my god. Is Leon gonna make his appearance, finally?

- Yes, thank you, god, finally Sky openly admits that he wants Pai, too!

- Walk up to the club like, “What up? Sorry we’re late, I was too busy bending my boyfriend over the bathroom counter.”

- The fact that Pai’s about to leave Sky alone in the car is making me very anxious.

- Sky smacking himself in the face every time he doesn’t want to admit that he loves Pai is a mood.

- YES YES YES OH MY GOD YES LEON!

- Good god, Smart is so fucking fine.

- I can’t wait for Just Say Yes.

- Not remembering your hook-up’s name? Classy.

- My entire stomach just dropped and I just gasped out loud. I don’t want to watch this. My sweet baby is gonna be crushed.

- This is gonna go one of two ways; either Sky is gonna leave silently sobbing, or he’s gonna push that fucker into the pool. I really hope it’s the latter, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be the former.

- Called it.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, another red scene? I don’t wanna!

- I don’t ever wanna see Sky cry ever again. My baby, my poor baby, I’m crying, too!

- Fight harder, Pai, you son of a bitch! I love you so much, but goddamn it, why are you letting him touch you? Why would you even sit down with him? You’re fucking stupid. Respectfully.

- He just walked past Gun’s slimy friend. God fucking damn it. Take your goddamn eyes off of them!

- I should have known that after two sweet, fluffy episodes in a row that this one would be nothing but angst. Unfortunately, I did sign up for this.

- Like I said. Slimy.

- Homeboy bought new phones just to try to get ahold of Sky? He’s extra and I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but I can’t help it.

- Sky, you’re cold.

- Okay, so I know I just posted the other day about wanting to see Prapai cry, but I take it back. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!

- Poor Sig was right in the middle of that?

- Can somebody please get Rain and Payu in here to smack some sense into their respective idiot best friends?

- Please tell me Pai is inside. Please!

- And cue the collective sigh of relief.

- I’m literally fucking sobbing. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever seen. Like honestly, I almost can’t even be excited that they finally said “I love you” because that whole scene was almost cruel.

- I’m gonna watch it again. (Because I’m a masochist both physically and emotionally, apparently!)

- I just gasped again. Is he gonna tell him about Gun? Like, all about Gun? I can’t breathe.

- I need a fucking cigarette.

- Crisis averted, I can breathe again.

- “Love makes me blind.” I just literally like, pig squealed.

- Jesus Christ, Rain, calm down. I know you wanna protect your best friend, but damn.

- Yes, baby. Defend yo man!

- I literally don’t even want to watch the preview for the next episode. I just know it’s gonna make me feel sick.

- Sometimes I hate being right.

- Okay, so it did kinda make me feel sick, but I also knew that in the novel, Payu and Rain were with Pai when he rescues Sky, and I was so hoping that they’d be there in the show, too. So… thank god for small miracles.

#ieroween1031 og #sawyer’s LITA thoughts #love in the air spoilers #love in the air #love in the air ep12 #prapai love in the air #sky love in the air #love sky #love storm #prapai #sky #payu #rain #payu love in the air #rain love in the air #prapai x sky #prapaisky #fort thitipong #fort x peat #fortpeat #payu x rain #payurain #boss chaikamon #noeul nuttarat #boss x noeul #bossnoeul

[thoroughlychance]

Ok so maybe I invented a gravity falls au.

Long story short, my brain said “Dipple and Maber” instead of the niblings and, while I’m not going to name them that because that’s stupid, I started wondering what would happen if I shuffled things around. Also, I don’t know what to do with Fiddleford so if anyone has ideas, let me hear them please.

This is swap!gravity falls. Including my art, which is mid (except dipper that’s a good dipper)

TLDR main swaps are Dipper/Mabel, Ford/Stan, and Wendy/Soos

M’sorry if the formatting is weird I did this in my notes app~

Dipper = sweater vests, braces, fashion, confidence, unicorns

Mabel = collared jacket, hat, nerves, brains, science

Soos = lesbian badass with a motorcycle and lots of knives. She’s just here cause it’s a decent job, and she only steps in when needed, but she is very protective of the kids.

Wendell = Dedicated & loyal teen who always does his best but he’s a little stupid. Also he has daddy issues. Crush-crazy bi dipper falls in love with Wendell. Wendell’s teen group is the outcasts, but in a very nerdy losery way. This includes Robin the band geek, Timmy the programmer, Kate and Bee the chess players, and Tabitha who could probably be cool and popular if she wanted.

Candy & Grenda = swapped, so little skinny candy does martial arts and big loud Grenda is a gaming streamer with glasses.

Ford got kicked out of home for being a freak, Stan dropped out of college, Ford fought his way through college with loans and scholarships and has a couple PHDs. Ford came to Stan’s tourist trap 30 years ago (which Bill helped build) to talk to him, Stan let him set up a lab in the basement, went down there after being manipulated by Bill and freaked at how big it was, fight, Stan turned on the portal and ended up falling in, now Ford has to run the shack and try to stabilize the portal so it can open a double-sided gateway for Stan to come back, also he convinced everyone that wym ‘Stanley’ it was always ‘Stanford’ and actually now he’d rather go by his full name or just ‘Ford’ thanks.

Ford = Grunkle 1, loves them kids, enthusiastic, uses mystery shack for money, curious, bullheaded, feels super fuckin bad about what happened, tries not to cuss in front of the kids but isn’t a very aware guy

Stan = Grunkle 2, immediately falls in love with the kids, very creative, fighter, a bit scared of being emasculated tbh, nemesis with Bill, total sailor’s mouth

Bill = what if Bill’s the same except he’s a fucking square? You fucking square.

Waddles is a cute lil round goat that Dipper fell in love with and stole, and there’s also a big silly pig named Gompers around

The kids have a lot more fun toys from the start because Grunkle Ford isn’t gonna tell them about the portal, but if his kids want magnet guns, they’re gonna get magnet guns.

Stanley wrote the journals, they’re just accounts of the weird shit he’s run into over time in Gravity Falls. Ford is using #3 to try to derive scientific information about the anomalous nature of the place, but Stan is so Not A Scientist ™ that it’s hard. Mabel finds journal #1 and it’s full of hastily drawn pictures and warnings like, instead of a scientific name and approximate diagrams, it’s “what the fuck is this??” and “fuckin huge!” And Mabel is adding more scientific/helpful labels, Like the gnomes (all girls) are in there as “annoying little shits” “punt them” “if there’s too many to punt, hide.” To which Mabel adds “LEAF BLOWER - VERY EFFECTIVE” and “CAN STACK TO BECOME LARGE CREATURE”

Ford is too chaotic for a journal so he just has stacks of binders full of BS. And again, he doesn’t tell the kids about the lab downstairs or the portal or anything, but he’s 100% willing to give them stuff, and he’s become a chronic liar over time in order to run the mystery shack, signing legal papers and taxes as Stanley but having people call him Stanford.

Anyways, the portal incident happens as normal, and when Stan comes out of the portal he absolutely punches his brother, but the response is “Okay, I might deserve that, but so do you” “Fair enough.” And a reciprocal punch. “So does anyone else know about your secret lab situation?” “Oh, just… the entire US government?” “WHAT?!” And suddenly Stan is the doer and Ford takes a backseat like they did as kids, when Stan would make all the friends for them and beat up the bullies and Ford would do his homework.

The “Billpocalypse,” as Stan so aptly named it, occurs when Mabel starts getting a lot of attention from both Grunkles for being smart and creative and Dipper gets upset and runs off, then gets tricked on promise of being “smarter.” Stan, as always, stands up to Bill and has problems for it, and when the bubble around the town gets discovered, claims that he knows what’s causing it and how to destroy it, not wanting real-scientist Ford to get captured or anything. Dipland is full of candy and unicorns and everyone is equally smart, and Mabel breaks him out by explaining that her intelligence would be useless without his creativity, confidence, and enthusiasm, and the world needs him to save it. The Bill solution is the same, Stan has a metal plate implanted in his head and can’t let Bill in cause he’d discover that Stan was lying, so they swap and Ford gets his mind erased… for like a week, then he’s fine. Show ends with the grunkles going on the road trip of their dreams together in an RV they tricked out.

Thoughts? Feelings? Opinions? Fiddleford ideas? And ofc I welcome anyone else to draw/write for this, I’d love to see more.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls au #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #dipper and mabel #mabel pines #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #well that’s not her name anymore but #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #au #swap au #learning artist #fanart #I watched this show with my friends #finished it like last week #so now I’m in a phase

[leos-soggy-wolf-nuts]

Green Flag: Leo x Kinda-self-insert Episode 3

This is the first episode of this fic I'm writing after reading every route of Echo, so if you notice some kind of change (although, I doubt anyone is paying that much attention) that's probably why; Enjoy!

First disclaimer: I don't know how being a store manager works.

A disclaimer I'll bring over from Episode 1: I do not know how car insurance works.

"So...who's the wolf guy?" asks Ken, the pig who works the till. Ken is a brown-eyed, black-haired, nosey asshole. As his manager, I'll say that he's a good employee. As his friend, I'll say that he very consciously exploits my tendency to overshare. I ignore his question.

"You got a boyfriend, La-nee-oh-ell?"

My name tag at work says 'Lnioel'. He knows I hate it when he calls me that, and I groan accordingly. "He's just driving me to work, my car's a piece of crap."

"And it stinks, too." he retorts.

"Sure did after you were in there." I say under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Tch. Spiecist." he jokes as he stocks denim jeans on a shelf. The entrance bell dings, and we hush up and do our jobs, the clock ticking in tandem with the low-volume inoffensive music that fills the air for hours, and hours, and hours...and hours...until I'm numb and bleary-eyed.

The door rings again, and in its wake a wolf with red fur. I perk up, and smile a little, though the brain fog has only barely begun to clear. He spots me and walks over.

"It's quitting time, yeah?"

Ken raises his brows at me. I ignore him and check the clock. It's 5 on the dot.

"You're punctual, aren't you?" I say.

"Waiting is a pain. Didn't want to leave you hanging."

I smile at him, and go to get my stuff organized in the office. Papers go back in drawers, and my keys go back in my pocket. It's muscle memory, just like every other part of this job. The monotony is shattered, suddenly, as Leo leans conspicuously on the desk of the office. He's in another good mood.

"You do a lot of managing today?" he asks as I continue to move junk around. I snort.

"I don't even remember. Autopilot, the whole day, I swear."

"Amnesia." he says, enunciating the 'sia'. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

I look over at him with an incredulous expression. He's holding his hands out at me, his thumbs tucked behind his palms, out of view. He's grinning, though a gentle air pushes out of his teeth every half-second. He's trying not to laugh. I jokingly scowl at him and look back at my papers, which I'm trying to avoid showing him, as they're mostly doodles.

"Amnesia wouldn't make my eyes worse, thankfully," I say, suddenly a little too aware of how smudged my glasses are, "but even if I was an amnesiac, I'd have trouble forgetting you."

Bold. Intentionally. Oozing with plausible deniability.

Thankfully, it seems I won't have to deny anything. The wolf slides closer to me. "I'm on your mind, ciervo?"

He's close enough that I can feel his body heat.

And I wanna feel it all over me.

My antlers clack against the wall, and I clear my throat, unsure how to keep playing it cool. Is he just toying with me?

I don't mind being a toy.

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Okay. I turn my body to lean against the desk just like he is, arms crossed, nonchalant, all casual smiles and ambient machismo.

"Nothing better to think about." I say.

That sounds stupid, but he gets the idea, sliding next to me, then twisting himself to stand right in front of me, so close our knees are touching.

"No boning in the office!" Ken shouts from outside, sounding only semi-serious. Leo and I chuckle, and I feel a pang of loss as he gets further away, beckoning me to join him outside. I spank him on the way out, making his tail jump. As we near the exit, Ken mockingly makes his hands kiss while Leo has his back turned. I flip him off and join the wolf outside. Night is just beginning to touch the horizon, the orange of the sky highlighting Leo's color, just as it had in the morning.

Leo snaps his fingers, remembering something. "I looked at your car today. You mind if I bring you to sign some stuff?" Leo says as the evening air swallows me. I nod. We board the chihuahua, and I grip my seatbelt as Leo slams down on the gas pedal. I'm less stressed out by his driving this time, flowing with the g-force.

CRASH!

"Puchica."

#my leo fic

[thisismymidnightwonderland]

Blood Sport - Part 1

A/N this is Chapter 1 of my new fanfic for House Of The Dragon. It will be an Aemond/Velaryon OC. It is loosely based off this drabble I wrote but details have been changed. I really hope you all enjoy it!

All words in italics are high valyrian!

Summary: Viserra Velaryon had always been loyal to her family but when her brothers actions led to the Queen demanding one of Rhaenyra's children return to The Red Keep as a ward, they could have never known that they had sent the Greens their biggest asset. The love she bore for her family was nothing compared to the love she had for the One Eyed Prince.

Controlling dragons was an illusion, it wasn’t like a master and a dog. The bond between dragon and rider was more of an understanding, dragons would obey basic commands but they weren’t rid of free will. Regular people didn’t understand that though, they saw the Targaryens as being closer to Gods than men. They were above certain laws and restrictions that regular men were but really all it was was a cleverly veiled illusion. 

There were of course exemptions to this, most notably Prince Daemon and his bond with his dragon, Caraxes. The dragon being able to understand his rider without the need for words or commands. Another was the Princess Viserra, the dragon egg that had been placed in her crib hatched a few hours after her birth and bonded immediately. Rumours swirled that the young hatchling would screech whenever the Princess did and their bond grew stronger so that by the time Viserra was old enough to begin training in the dragon pit, she ran into no difficulties. 

It was because of this though that she found watching her brothers attempt to train and command their own dragons quite boring. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being in the dragon pit, she loved it in fact. What she found boring was watching them fail with their training. 

“Viserra look!” Her twin shouted. 

“Very good Jace.” She replied, not lifting her eyes from her book. 

“You’re not even looking.” He complained and instead looked back to Aegon for encouragement. 

“You always have your head buried in a book, if I had a dragon then I would always want to train with them.” Aemond stood over her, casting a shadow over the page she was on. 

“I like reading, and I train with Galbarax. I just don’t like doing it with everyone here. They just complain I’m showing off.”

Aemond sat down next to her and shrugged. “If I ever had a bond like you did with a dragon then all I would do is show off.” 

Viserra liked Aemond, he was always honest with her and never made her feel guilty for having a dragon despite it being a constant source of misery for him.

“What are you reading?” He asked, they both had a shared love of books and had often spent many hours in the library. This had ended more than once with a guard finding them both asleep on the floor surrounded by a pile of books that they had passed the time with. Viserra closed the book and let him read the name of the front cover. “You’ve read that one already, remind me to pick you out something new later. I think I’ve found one that you’d like, it’s about-“

“Aemond!” Aegon’s voice rang out over the dragon pit like a bell, drawing both their attention to him. “Come here we have something for you.” 

Viserra could only sit and watch as they led a fat pig up to Aemond with glee. “Behold the pink dread!” 

Her chest tightened watching her brothers and Aegon torment Aemond about not having his own dragon until he was left standing alone staring down the steps that led to the creatures below. 

“Aemond?” Viserra stepped towards him tentatively. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t mind them, they’re just being stupid. I know you will have a dragon one day.”

“I said I’m fine!” He snapped and before Viserra could stop him, he stormed down the stairs towards the dragons. Viserra didn’t bother to follow him, this was a common occurrence. Aemond would sneak down to try and claim his own dragon, get caught and returned to home where he would be told off by his mother. 

Instead Viserra followed her brothers and Aegon outside, she caught up to them within a few minutes. Aegon was still laughing about ‘the pink dread’ so without thinking, Viserra grasped her book firmly and swung it upwards in the direction of his head. 

“Ow!” Aegon lurched forward, clutching the back of his head. “You bitch! What was that for?”

“You know what that was for. He’s your brother, why must you go out of your way to terrorise him?“

“He’s a twat.”

Viserra sighed, there was no reasoning with him. Aegon did whatever he pleased and encouraged Jace and Luke to do the same. “You’re a twat.”

Viserra sat cross legged in the grass, Haelena sat nearby playing with a spider she had found in the grass. Most of her afternoons were spent like this, the boys trained and the girls were encouraged to practice more ladylike skills such as dancing, needlepoint but it usually ended with the two young girls disappearing into the garden. The quiet was comforting to them, Viserra liked Haelena although she was a little strange. She had a kind soul that made her a comforting person to be around. 

“Princess, your mother requests your presence urgently.” A guard stood in front of her. Viserra stood up and brushed down her dress, she followed the guard back to her mother's chamber's. 

"Mother?"

Princess Rhaenyra turned around, holding a small bundle that contained the newest addition to their family. "Viserra, come meet your brother. This is Prince Joffery."

Viserra moved closer to her brother, "He looks very pink." 

Rhaenyra couldn't stop the laugh that came out, "Well he is only a few hours old, sweet girl. You looked the same when you were born." 

Viserra wrinkled her nose at the idea however the newborn Prince started to cry before she could answer. Rhaenyra brushed a hand through her daughter's hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Go on back now, we'll talk more later." 

Instead of returning to the garden, Viserra walked to the library. She closed the door behind her, the library was one of her favourite places in the red keep. She had even moved a chair closer to the window to read in her favourite place. Unfortunately for her, Aemond was sat in it. 

"Aemond! You're in my chair." Viserra complained. 

Aemond didn't bother to answer, he just waved a hand at her. "Move over." Viserra nudged him, squashing herself into the large armchair beside him. 

She sniffed the air, the smell of smoke invaded her nose. "You smell like fire." It was common for the two to speak high valyrian to each other. Out of both their siblings, they seemed the most interested in learning the language. Viserra loved that, it was one more thing that had made them great friends. 

"I got too close to Dreamfyre." Aemond explained. 

Viserra grasped his hand tightly in her own, "You will have a dragon one day, Aemond. I can feel it."

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #game of thrones #got fanfiction #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond x oc #prince aemond targaryen

[fangirleaconmigo]

Both Unwanted Daughters

Yennefer x Renfri. Rated mature for references to Renfri’s past.

Here is what I imagine would have happened if Yen came to Blaviken instead of Geralt.

—-

Yennefer pretends she does not sense the wild woman in the smoky tavern approaching her. But she does. She has no choice.

The woman’s chaos is like frenzied sparks broken free of a wildfire. The warmth skitters across Yennefer’s skin. She has to focus to prevent herself from visibly reacting to it.

When she raises her eyes and gets a real, proper look at the woman, she reacts anyways, with a sharp intake of breath.

Yennefer has grown inured to beauty. In her world, beauty is an object created for display. It is one tool among many, used to impress and manipulate people. After decades of attending lavish parties with caviar illusions, false white smiles, and finery created with the burnished skin of endangered species, she has forgotten what it feels like to be awestruck by beauty.

Actual beauty.

Beauty that does not exist to be observed. Beauty that roars to life, streaked with dirt and clad in audacity, and sinks its claws into your flesh.

The woman swaggers closer still, her scabbard slapping softly against her hips. The way she moves suggests that her slight, gently curvaceous body is far more powerful than it looks. The table full of craven thugs she has just left in the corner studiously avert their eyes.

“Madam Yennefer of Vengerberg.” Her eyes glitter with a mocking humor. She bows so low that her honey brown curls tumble forward, momentarily obscuring her face.

“What do you want?” Yennefer demands sharply, pretending to be very interested in her cup of wine.

It isn’t true that Yennefer feels nothing in the face of beauty. Dangerous beauty. Ungovernable beauty.

She feels plenty. She feels irritated.

“Well.” The woman smirks and leans rakishly against the bar. “I love a girl who gets right to the point. My name is—“

“Princess Renfri of Creyden.”

Princess Renfri’s eyebrows shoot up. She is surprised, but pleased. “How did you know?”

“I know about every political intrigue that happens in the North.”

Bitterness briefly clouds Renfri’s face. “Is that what it is called in your world when a man rapes you and tries to kill you?” She aims a scornful glance at the sorceress. “Political intrigue?”

Yennefer cannot help it. She snorts. She is not given to snorting. But it is so childishly naive and stupid.

“Just barely.”

“What the shit is that supposed to mean?”

Yennefer shrugs. “You are not a proper heir. So, I would call it minor political intrigue.” She waves her hand casually. “And you only qualify as that much because in recent years, the exploits of Meve and Calanthe have convinced a few powerful men to pay more attention to disaffected little girls.”

Renfri does not like disaffected little girls and her eyes blaze. But Yennefer pretends not to notice.

“Your situation is worth, at most, a mention near the end of a meeting, just when things are wrapping up and people try to cram in the smaller matters that do not actually warrant conversation.”

Renfri’s face hardens. Her body bunches up and her anger is raw. It infects the flavor, there is no better way to describe it, of her chaos. It tastes exactly like the thing that she is—-an unwanted daughter with a weeping infected wound. It is too familiar. Yennefer feels it like a stab to her soft fleshy underbelly and she has to harden herself to mirror the anger she sees in the princess.

“And who the fuck are you to speak that way about me?” Renfri demands.

Yennefer spins on her stool and looks at her defiantly. “Even less. If you are minor political intrigue, then I am what minor political intrigue shits out. Unlike you, I have never had a throne to lose. Unlike you, I have nothing to reclaim. There is no greatness awaiting me with open arms. I was born into pig shit and thrown out with the refuse. How dare you ask me for anything?”

Yennefer can feel heat creeping into her voice, so she stops abruptly and turns back towards the bar again.

Renfri blinks, clearly taken aback. Clearly considering the twist the conversation has taken. Yennefer drinks her wine. She nods at the bartender to indicate that she is finished with her plate.

“I misjudged you.”

Yennefer ignores her. She is still trying to stifle the emotion that sent the heat into her voice.

Renfri stands and watches her in silence. It should feel awkward. Dishware clinks and men sit at tables telling foul jokes. And Renfri is silent.

Yet it isn’t awkward. Once Yen is calmer she feels a tinge of regret. Her anger is misplaced. Misdirected. Renfri hasn’t done anything wrong.

“Wait,” Renfri says, breaking the silence. She has just thought to ask something. “How did you know I was her? You’ve heard the stories. But how did you connect them to me?”

Yennefer glances over and looks her up and down. “Only a Princess would be so utterly, comically shit at tailoring the clothes she stole off an oversized thug.”

Renfri chuckles. Her shoulders have loosened now. She thinks they are on the same side. That is dangerous. They are not on the same side.

“You lie like a fox, Lady Yennefer. I look dashing.” She pulls down her vest and pats her hips as though to make sure everything is still there.

Despite her best efforts, Yennefer’s eyes follow the movement of her hands, lingering just a precious beat too long on her waist. On the spot where it swells elegantly into her hips. Renfri’s lips curl into a smug smile.

Yennefer yanks her eyes away but Renfri has smelled the blood in the water. She leans against the bar, sliding closer, until Yennefer is forced to look directly at her again.

“So that is how you knew I was a princess? I look like utter shit?” Her voice is sing song and mocking.

Yennefer rolls her eyes. “That and the squad of goons at the table who obviously defer to you. What other wild woman roams the countryside looking deranged and commanding an assortment of idiots with clubs and daggers?”

Renfri laughs again. It is throaty and self assured. There is nothing calculated about it. No wonder they fucking hated her at court.

“Now that you have confirmation that I am a princess, are you intrigued, Lady Yennefer?” Her eyes slide from Yennefer’s face down her neck. She wets her lower lip. “Tell me. Have you ever wanted to bed a princess? In your very long life?”

Yennefer purses her lips and ignores Renfri’s attempt to goad her about her age. “Just tell me what you want. I don’t have time for games.”

The smile does not leave Renfri’s lips but she grows serious. “Alright. I need your help.”

“That’s better. I prefer honesty.”

Renfri laughs. “I was being honest. I would kill to make those enchanting violet eyes flutter closed in ecstasy-“

Yennefer holds up her hand. “Stop. Just tell me what you want so I can tell you no, and so you can leave me in peace, disgraced, feral, exiled Princess Renfri of Creyden.”

Just as she did not respond to Renfri’s attempt to goad her, Renfri manages not to take the bait.

“Fine,” she responds. She lowers her voice and scoots closer still. Yennefer can no longer see her cup of wine because her entire view of the bar is blocked by Renfri. She turns the full force of her doe eyes on Yennefer. They are light honey brown like her hair, shot through with green.

“You are in town to meet with Stregobor. And I want to kill him.”

Yennefer blanches.

“That frightens you?”

Yen carefully returns her expression neutral. She thinks quickly.

She is there to meet Stregobor because after twenty years of clawing and scraping and scheming, she is finally on the precipice of being appointed to the Council. Stregobor, who has always disdained her, but who she has thoroughly outmaneuvered, is her final hurdle to being seated on the council.

It is a done deal. A formality. But Yennefer is wise enough to know that done deals can unravel at the last possible moment.

She cannot afford to go into this meeting ignorant of a crime Stregobor has committed. She must know what his vulnerabilities are. Who his enemies are.

Whatever the contemptible, awful little toad has done to Renfri, Yen can use that information to curry favor with him. Or to manipulate him. Or to blackmail him. She doesn’t know yet. But information is power. And the fact that she doesn’t know why Renfri of Creyden wants to kill him is an unacceptable, even shocking, lapse in information and power.

She must get the princess to share. To speak freely. She must make sure her appointment goes off without a hitch. So, Yen goads her again, but hopefully in a less obvious way this time.

“Not frightened. Just surprised. Stregobor is so respectable. So highly regarded. It simply surprises me that he could have done something to deserve death.”

“Liar.”

She speaks the word as though it is real. But she seems amused. Like Yen’s lie is a joke they are both in on.

“What did he do?” Yen repeats.

Renfri casts her eyes down, then looks up fetchingly.“I will tell you, but it will take some time.”

Yen leans forward as though she is telling her a secret. They are so close now that she can feel Renfri’s breath on her. “I have time. I don’t meet him until tomorrow.”

Renfri considers for a moment. “May I join you for dinner? In the private luxury suite you have no doubt rented for the week?”

It is both the worst and the best idea that Yennefer has heard in ages. It is a dangerous game being seen with a woman who wants to kill the man with final approval for her appointment to the council. But she can use any information she gains to her advantage.

Any desire, any deep burning want she feels for the princess is entirely incidental.

“Shall I change into court attire?” she teases. I have never had a private dinner with a princess.

Renfri smiles and drags a finger down a lock of Yennefer’s hair. She watches the soft, shiny lock slide between her fingers. “Actually, the less attire the better.”

She barely has to move. It is just a subtle lean.

And they are kissing.

——

I have been dreaming of writing this fic for probably the past year and a half. Then I heard The Calling, off of The Amazing Devil’s Ruin album. And I thought oh. This is Yen and Renfri. And I started writing.

I will probably work on it here and there until it is done. But since I know it is really almost exclusively for me (not many Yenfri readers) I will take my time. But I’m putting my whole heart into it.

#the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #renfri of creyden #descarada writes #descarada writes yenfri #the amazing devil lyrics as fic titles #yenfri #the calling #the amazing devil #yennefer x renfri #Renfri