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rockore · 9 months

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Has anyone put this here yet???? Ok ahem ahem sit back and buckle up as you hear me ramble about Mac and bloo's friendship because wowzers I have a lot so say

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT. Maybe I could be remembering some points wrongly, so do tell me if that ever happens so lol

noticing a pattern where a lotta people have claimed that Mac and bloo's friendship is considered "toxic", because of how big of a jerk Bloo acts towards Mac.

Well it is true, keep in mind that according to google atleast, the most accurate definition for that term is : a friendship where one of the party gets emotionally or physically hurt/used where it becomes a burden.

Think about it, if their relationship was really a burden Mac wouldn't really be willing to even give in the effort to visit him which shows how strong their bond is!! Sure it could maybe just be excused as a strong friendship, which it is (and basically clears the entire point of their friendship being toxic too btw)

I'm gonna try to keep it as short as I can, but here's something i wanna also clear up about Bloo being the selfish one

a lotta people would also say that bloo's personality drastically changed later on, but *in my opinion* it could honestly be viewed as the other way round where Mac is the one who actually grew up and matured instead.

Try to think outside the big picture - bloo's annoying and dumb behaviour could honestly be something him and Mac would uses to do/behave as before he grew up and matured if You. Get it (hopefully this makes senseLOL)

it could be described more as bittersweet, rather than toxic since imaginary friends could not age whilst their owners? Mmhm

Also how Bloo was intentionally supposed to be Mac's playdate where they you know goof around but as Mac grows older, he simply can't relate to Bloo as much anymore.

to close this off they definitely still care about each other very dearly in the end! You can also see how Bloo would truly show more affectionate back if it wasn't for his selfishness and ego in the way everytime!

OH WAIT In the middle of writing this here are some other good points my friend bought up:

Basically the entire point of Foster's is leaving your imaginary friends there as the owners grow older and stuff but in Mac's situation he doesn't just leave Bloo like that!!! He is actually WILLING to still hang out w Bloo no matter how "different" they could be from eachother

This point is similar as the one I've mentioned above, js wanted to throw this into here aswell since it makes my point more justified :)

Ok that's enough for now YEAYYYY

#I'm kind of scared to post this coz I might get something wrong possibly #It's been a while but hey!!!!! If any of you wanna add on/correct something please go ahead #I can ramble more and more about this but I just kinda don't have the energy anymore #Tell me if you need me to elaborate more!/gen I might've worded some sentences wrongly so apologies #Fhfif #Foster's home for imaginary friends #Mac fhfif #Bloo fhfif #blooregard q. kazoo #Rocko rambles #SOME OF THESE POINTS WERE GIVEN BY MY FRIEND SO shoutout to ren 🙏🙏🙏#their user is @/silhouette_chr on twtFOLLOW THEM #ok ahrm ahem if youy have any questions you i will try to answer them alrigjt #again i couldve word some of these weirdly so pls don't be afraid to askAAUGSHB im not the best at explaining my apologies

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harriertail · 2 years

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I'm still so surprised they left river be so short lol it's barely 250 pages, I think? Definitely the shortest out of the regular arc books. I hope they will keep the other ones longer. I feel like they could have added another chapter for all three characters for showing some more of their personality

yeah especially for an opener. it has 28 ish chapters but each felt waaay to short. Flamepaw's warrior ceremony didn't feel "earned", Sunbeam was interesting but I think they should have brought the Berryheart potentially causing problems forward and ended ShadowClan's POV on a definite problem existing to be tackled in Sky; and ThunderClan...

Maybe the problem is having too many POVs- the only one that felt 'finished' was Frostpaw- this is a complaint of post OoTS books and I get it.

River gave us a good Frostpaw opening (she is going to struggle with being a med cat though she is eager, smart, and friendly to her Clanmates, and RiverClan is fucked) maybe Sunbeam (even if she is still just an observer). Flamepaw just felt... all his shit was dumped in the first few chapters and the rest just kinda breezed through it.I dont know how to explain it, his first chapters felt like 'teasers' to get you hooked and the rest was just there. then his last chapter. Okay so its a character based conflict and nothing going on in ThunderClan, thats fine I love character based conflict- but i don't think we got enough of Flamepaw (beyond him whining) to make his conflict compelling. he's just mean to everyone. Jaypaw at least had his self hate over being born and his prophecy + ties to StarClan which clealry set him up for something else, AND he was very close to his littermates. Flamepaws chapters lit just ended with no idea of what is gonna happen- like why should I keep reading (becoz i like warriors i guess).

tl;dr river too short needed more flamepaw and something to happen at the end. bring back cliffhangers

#tldr i will try reread River I guess but i just.#i need to stop making these so long #jesus #someone should have challenged bramblestar for leadership or something #flamepaw should have got into a fight with a sky or windclan cat and bramblestar fucked the diplomacy again and someone #should hint he needed to go #set the wheels in motion #thats what first books do #again pls come correct me becoz im probs wrong but

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striveattemptfail · 2 years

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technologyvoid · 1 year

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#hm #tw vent #mutuals if you see this: no you don't #pls ignore this one /gen #i don't even know why im writing this down tbh #i was gonna say I'm sad and i don't know why but that's not true is it #getting misgendered by your own mom after only getting 4 hours of sleep does that i guess #and it's not like she doesn't know. i tried to correct her that I'm he and not she and her response was #'youre a she until your grades get better' EXCUSE YOU #the way this is going the only thing that's gonna get better is my hate. both towards you and towards me #i already didn't want to talk to anyone today cause i still had a headache from overheating yesterday or maybe from not sleeping enough #i could barely stand for 5 minutes without having to lean on something. all day. the first time i got up i had so sit back down cause i was #so dizzy. i think the only food I've eaten it the past 2 days was like 20 chicken nuggets today + instant noodles/potatoes yesterday #+ a whole bunch of lychee yesterday and today . i think im hungry. and dehydrated. and tired #i pushed my grandma out of my room when she went to check on me recently. i don't know why I did that. that was wrong #I've barricaded my door now; let's hope she doesn't try to enter again. I don't really wanna talk rn #you know. i like to joke how my life is boring rn and i live through my friends. but right now I'm only living for my friends.#i could never leave you all. kinda funny how a bunch of internet strangers understand me better than my own family #anyways. I'm oversharing again. um #delete at some point #I'm both so hungry and don't have an appetite #I'm not gonna leave my room. i think I'll just listen to music and cry for a bit. try to fall asleep maybe

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h3rmess · 1 month

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

Written by @h3rmess ✰

navi☆

-> cowboy!satoru x afab!reader x cowboy!suguru

warnings - SMUT! use of swear words, use of some spanish (im not native so please correct me if I got something wrong!!) Spanish translation at the end!!

notes - im literally screaming satosugu as cowboys have me in a CHOKEHOLDDD - smut is not usual from me pls don't cringe, or I'll cry

Wandering into the unfamiliar town, I looked around for anything that could indicate my next move. My horse, Lucky, was worn out beyond belief. The summer heat was like no other as she trotted through the desert. I dismounted, spotting a stable a few steps away from us. I led my girl into the stable, the shade it provided, relieving us instantly. I looked around to see if anyone was there.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I hollered, receiving no reply. With a huff, I stroked Lucky's head, comforting her, urging her to hold up a little longer.

A whistle echoed through the stable, catching my attention instantly.

"Well, ain't she a beauty!" His boots clicked on the ground, his hands in the loopholes of his jeans as he made his way in front of us.

"She really is." I looked at Lucky, petting her as she shook her head, neighing.

"I wasn't talking about the horse, muñeca." His voice deepened, igniting something in me.

He made his way closer towards me, inspecting me with careful eyes, his long black hair flowing out of his hat.

"What's a beauty like you doin' 'round here?" He neared me, his slender eyes making me feel like I had to submit to him.

"Oh! I - uh, got a lil' lost." I tried my best to maintain composure.

"Well, don't worry, amor, we'll take good care of you." He slung his arm around me, the proximity only worsening the heat I felt.

"W-we?" I stuttered, causing him to chuckle and turn his head to look behind him.

"Satoru!" He shouted.

As if on cue, a man came in riding a gorgeous brown horse, looking absolutely majestic.

"Yeah? Oh my!" He exclaimed, immediately jumping off his horse and walking towards me. "Who's this?" He asked the black hair man.

"She hasn't told us yet. What's your name, guapa?"

Me breath hitched before I told him, a satisfied hum leaving both their mouths.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady." The man with white hair spoke, taking his sunglasses off to reveal his huge, blue eyes. The colour mesmerised me, causing me to freeze in place, completely unable to move.

"¿Qué pasó, princesa? Cat got your tongue?" The person who I figured to be Satoru taunted, moving closer to me.

My heart beat quickened and I began to swear, thinking only one thing about these men ; they are so fuckable.

"What did you come here for, hm?" The black haired man spoke, his tone making me want to drop to my knees.

"My- uh- m-my horse, Lucky. She's dehydrated, and I wanted to get her some food, water, and rest." I stumbled over each word, making a fool of myself.

"Hear the way she's stuttering, Suguru!" Satoru nudged the black haired man as they both chuckled.

"She truly is precious. Can't let a gem like you get away now, can we?" Suguru's hand found its way to my chin, holding it firmly and lifting my head up to look into his eyes. "We'll get ya all fixed up, alright? Don't you worry, linda."

I nodded dumbly at the two men, following them into where the horses were kept, leading my girl on behind me.

They kept to their word, making sure Lucky had enough food and plenty of water and then allowing her to sleep. I was so grateful to them for lending us their resources out of the kindness of their hearts.

Those same hearts that I hadn't known wanted nothing more than to bend me over.

"She's all rested now, alright?" Satoru spoke, taking his hat off and taking a seat in a room separate to the stable. His legs were spread apart as sweat leaked down his semi-exposed chest. I tried to look at any modest part of him, but no matter how hard I tried, he managed to turn my thoughts lewd time and time again.

He sat on one side of me, Suguru, on the other in a similar position.

Would I be able to take them both? They both look so damn sexy right now. I wonder how big they are...

My thoughts caused my thighs to squeeze together. I thought about how they would manhandle me and I wouldn't complain. I yearned for friction, anything to give me a little bit of relief.

"¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita?" Suguru asked, his hair out of its prevous bun and now falling sluttily onto his shoulders. It only made the heat between my legs grow, my thighs squeezing closer together.

I hadn't noticed, but I was staring. Intensely. I was undressing him with my eyes.

A finger snapped in front of my eyes, which happened to be Satoru's.

"You okay, querida?" He asked, his voice playful.

"Huh?" I replied simply, turning my head to face him.

"You've been looking at us like you want to fuck us since you got here." Suguru chimed in, making my face flush in embarrassment.

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

"You want us to fuck you, hm?" Satoru hummed, his sweet voice making a squirm slightly.

I nodded furiously, waiting for either of them to make a move.

"Use your words, mami." Suguru sent me over the edge as he placed his hand on my thigh, inching up closer and closer to my heat.

"Yes. Please, I need you... both of you." I mewled pathetically, embarrassed by the words that had just come out of my mouth.

With no hesitation, Suguru slipped his hands under my thighs, hoisting me up onto his lap. I felt his hardness underneath me, instinctively rolling my hips slowly over it, earning a soft grunt from him. His hands found my waist, caressing it up and down, further riling me up.

Satoru took my face in his hands, turning my head towards him and kissing me. He ate at my mouth, covering every single inch of my lips. I groaned into the kiss as Suguru's hands slipped under my skirt, holding onto the rim of my panties.

I grinned against him even harder, feeling Satoru's tongue slip into my mouth, digging its way down my throat.

"Calmate, girl!" Suguru announced, holding my hips to prevent any more movement.

Satoru pulled away from my lips, finding his way to my neck and sucking on the tender skin. I whimpered at his movements, making me grip on to Suguru's shoulders tighter than before.

His hands reached under my skirt, placing a singular finger pad on my clothed bunch of nerves. I cried out, needy and desperate, already fucked-out.

"So pretty..." Satoru whispered on my neck, the sensation paired with the praise, only making me wetter. I whined as I leaned into Suguru's chest.

"Please..." I cried as he massaged me, longing for closer contact.

"Hmm? Please what, amor?" His eyes were stuck on my tits which were squashed against his chest, making his cock twitch.

"I need you.." Satoru pulled away as I spoke, whisking me up and placing me on his lap, taking over Suguru's role.

"Need us how? Dime qué quieres, muñeca." Suguru's lips kissed my collar bone as Satoru unbuttoned my top.

I could only whimper as Satoru's left hand slipped beneath my panties, playing with my slick.

"She's so wet!" Satoru exclaimed, his lack of speech only to be blamed on him being completely immersed in the moment.

His finger moved to Suguru, who opened his mouth and sucked on it, tasting me.

"So sweet..." He groaned, palming himself through his jeans as he kissed my neck once more.

"I need to taste straight from the source. Would you like that, hermosa?" Satoru asked, pushing me down onto my back and moving himself in line with my still covered heat.

I nodded as he tugged at my panties before he stopped and looked up at me.

"Quiero oírte decirlo. Tell me that you want it." He asks for my consent as his face is between my legs, possibly being the hottest thing I've experienced.

"I want it." I tell him as he smirks, kissing up my thighs and sliding my panties down my legs.

"So pretty for us." He says, delving into my folds.

"The prettiest." Suguru adds.

TRANSLATION :

Muñeca = doll

Amor = love

Guapa = pretty

¿Qué pasó, princesa? = what happened, princess?

Linda = cutie

¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita? = what are you doing, dolly?

Querida = dear

Mami = mommy

Calmate = take it easy

Dime qué quieres, muñeca = tell me what you want, doll

Hermosa = gorgeous

Quiero oírte decirlo = I want to hear you say it

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anton-luvr · 5 months

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hii <3 can I request riize's reaction to reader having a panic attack? only if you're comfortable with writing it ofc ^_^

# WHEN YOU HAVE A PANIC ATTACK ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst | bf au ⚝ note ; im sorry if anything abt this is wrong or offensive,, pls correct me if it is! and thank u for req anon, have a good day! <3

# SHOTARO. - he takes you somewhere quiet immediately, giving you the space and privacy to calm down. holds your shaking hands tightly in his, gently tracing shapes across the top of your hands while he tries to distract you in hopes of helping you calm down. even though you don't understand his sudden ramble about how bees pollinate, it's enough to take your mind off of the terrifying anxiety in your chest.

# EUNSEOK. - he knows you tend to try to isolate yourself when you get a panic attack, feeling embarrassed from being so vulnerable in front of someone. but he doesn't let you, holding you close to him while he reassures you it's okay, and he stays with you for as long as you need.

# SUNGCHAN. - he has his arms wrapped around your trembling figure immediately, hugging you tightly as he whispers "it's okay, i'm here" and "you're safe with me" to you over and over again. he doesn't let go, not even once, making sure you really knew that as long as he was around, you were always safe.

# WONBIN. - he's panicking on the inside when you suddenly start gasping for air, body shaking as you curled yourself up. but he keeps himself calm for you, knowing that in moments like these, you needed him most. lets you curl up into his embrace, rubbing your back comfortingly till all fear fades away.

# SEUNGHAN. - he immediately pulls you into his arms, reminding you softly that even though what you were feeling right now is terrifying, you're safe with him. waits patiently till you've calmed down, never once letting go of you while he presses gentle kisses to your forehead, your shoulder, and your hands.

# SOHEE. - he's worried sick, and he asks if there's anything you need to make you feel better. gets you a glass of warm water, holds your hands tightly, brushes your hair out of your face, whispers gentle "it's okay, i'm proud of you, you're doing a good job." while his eyes sparkled with love and concern :(

# ANTON. - he's terrified like wonbin too, but he keeps his cool. holds you gently and helps you to concentrate on your breathing, the both of you taking deep breaths together slowly for the next few minutes. "that's it, just keep breathing. you got this." he says quietly, rubbing your back gently as your nervous shaking slowly dies down.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @eun-luv @shawyle @yenart @lycheecheeseyogurt @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @yang2k

#sarah's 400 ! ☆#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #riize angst #riize reactions #riize drabbles #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize x reader #riize anton #riize sohee #riize seunghan #riize wonbin #riize sungchan #riize eunseok #riize shotaro

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nokkihy · 9 months

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DISENGAGED

WARNINGS; angst, cussing, emotional unavailable (correct me if im wrong pls i cant rly tell thank you 🙏🏾) miles, miles and reader can drive!!!

PAIRINGS; miles42 x black!fem reader

AUTHORS NOTE; first time writing angst in a while 🤞🏾

miles has had a hard time expressing his feelings to you since you could remember. you were best friends before dating, and you still couldn’t get miles to crack at all. not one word, not one reaction to your words. you understood, it was too early in your relationship. you and miles had been dating for nearly 2 years, 7 years as friends.

‘its just too early.’ you would tell yourself everytime miles would avoid talking to you about his feelings. you were just barely scraping by in your relationship now, and on top of that miles had prowler business so he would always be missing out on dates or not texting you back for hours on end.

y/n

miles, wya?

you standing outside the arcade, the arcade the two of you would go to as kid and have the time of your life. you nervously tapped your foot on the pavement infront of the building and moved your hair as it blew in your face.

…

your heart picks up as you see the three grey bubbles appear on your screen, waiting for miles messages.

..nothing. the bubbles disappeared, and you sigh, shaking your head and walking to your car. you open the door and just sit in the drivers seat, laying your head on the steering wheel. a high pitched ding comes from your phone a few minutes later and you check it, seeing miles’ contact name come up.

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

wonmakeitsrry

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you felt like screaming as you read the message. this is the 3rd time he’s cancelled on you last minute this week, and this was a date he planned. you just read the text over and over again, getting even more frustrated by the rushed message typed all in one word and a half assed apology. fucking unbelievable.

you toss your phone on the passenger seat and buckle up, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to your house, not bothered to even play music because of your bad mood.

when you pull up to the curb you park and get all of your things, getting out of the car and locking the door. you get your keys out of your pocket and unlock the door, taking your shoes off and walking into your room, not wanting to bother your parents or siblings with your early arrival.

you’re slumped on your bed, reading back over all of your text messages of this past week with all of the canceled dates and dry text messages from miles.

2 days ago

y/n

you still coming to the bowling alley? i already got the food ordered and your shoes 😋

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

prowler buisness. wont be there.

y/n

oh, ok

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4 days ago

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

wont make it to dinner.

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you groan, sick of seeing how miles would ditch you last minute for his prowler business or would just cancel for no reason. you remember for dinner you got all dressed up, made reservations for a restaurant thats hard to get into, wearing a purple because you know it was his favorite color, just for him to text you that he wasn’t coming as you pulled into the parking lot.

‘hes just busy. it’s fine.’ you told yourself as you pull out of the parking lot again, driving back home without thinking anything of it.

you were sick of it. sick of him ditching you, apologizing, and doing the same thing over again. you closed your phone and got up, putting on pajamas and a bonnet, heading to sleep.

an hour later, you were awakened by a knocking on your window. who the hell was at your window at 10pm? you roll over to face it, seeing none other than your boyfriend miles, wearing pajama pants and the black brooklyn hoodie you got him for his birthday as he looked at your from his spot out the window.

“what are you doing here?” miles ignores your question and walks through your window when you open it, sitting on your bed.

“hello? are you gonna answer or just ignore me after letting yourself into my house?” you ask, a hint of attitude in your voice that miles picks up, looking you up and down.

“watch that attitude f’me, ma.” he says, finally making eye contact with you and giving you a challenging look.

“so thats the first thing you wanna say to me after canceling for the 3rd time this week? nah, dont come into my house with that shit, miles.” you spat back, holding back all the frustration that you have pent up so you dont lash out on miles. he sighs, looking over to the side and standing up.

“we’ve talked about this already and i’ve apologized, can we just forget it?” he takes your hands in his and looking into your eyes. you scoff, shaking your head and taking your hands away from miles’.

“’m not just gonna forget about this shit, miles! you cant just expect me to keep coming back when you’re about you shutting me out and blowing me off all the time. im trying really hard to make this work and its like you dont care. please, miles. just let me it.” you’re basically on the verge of begging as you finish talking, not able to even make eye contact with miles. because if you do, you know you’ll end up sobbing in his arms.

“y/n, i just.. can’t. i can’t.” he says, looking down at the floor and blinking, so many thoughts running through his head. he doesn’t wanna lose you. he knows he just cant quit being the prowler, but he knows that if he keeps doing it, he’s gonna lose you.

“if you can’t tell me, im gone miles. i can’t do this anymore.” your voice is breaking up, tears making their way up to make your eyes glossy. you dont wanna do it. you dont wanna lose him; but you know that this whole relationship is just you being hurt over and over again by miles. he doesn’t mean do it, he loves you so much, too much.

its good for the both of you.

“y/n, please. i can’t lose you like this.” he looks up at you, taking a small step towards you in attempt to give you a hug. you step back and his heart shatters into pieces.

“im sorry..” you mutter, tears dropping trom your eyes when you glance up at miles and look at his broken expression as he goes to your window. you look away from him, closing your eyes in effort to stop the tears. but they keep coming and coming. the sound of rushed walking is heard and silence follows afterwards.

you look back over to the window, seeing miles is gone. you close the window, sitting down on your bed and wiping the tears falling from your face. a text dings from your phone and you check it, seeing miles contact name for the second time tonight.

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

im sorry, y/n. im so sorry.

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ghost-bard · 5 months

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Haha hey gang you ever think about the fact that both of Juanaflippas original lives were lost in an unfair way :D

Her first life was technically lost due to neglect, but heres the thing. When q slime checked her tasks they were all green, so he assumed that mariana mustve done them, and then when he checked the next day. They were still green. Thus he freaked out, and learned that no one had been taking care of her (or at least hadnt taken care of her the day before).

Then the beds breaking counting towards the egg death. q Mariana quite literally made a mistake idk what to tell ya man. And the fact that they broke instantly was just. Yeah. Though, iirc the beds don’t break instantly anymore. I think. But even then its so.

But now we see that the eggs can. Survive a nuclear bomb.

I know it was the beginning of the server i get that. But at the same time. We all know the federation just picks and chooses right? Like the 2, 3 times that the eggs have gone missing? Bobby’s death, which im honestly still confused about? Like didnt q jaiden and q roier go on a whole adventure to find him only to be told he was dead? I feel like im misremembering to pls correct me if im wrong.

Also, couldn’t someone have taken care of trumpet? At least when q dan and q maxo couldnt? Bc ik that q maxo cared a lot about about trumpet, or did the admin only like. Login when a parent was on i gen do not know.

Seeing the eggs be given so many chances over and over again, knowing that others didn’t, and for flippa to even get one life back q slime and q mariana had a trial. Its. Certainly something that’s for sure.

Like. Yeah. The federation decides everything.

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illumnis · 4 months

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oh, time turner. ― you could've pushed through the hurdles instead of ending it at once; but the time was going to pass anyways, right? time has done it's work, you're different people now, with different lives and different minds, so why do the two of you still hold onto who you used to be- to each other, you mean. no one can blame you, we all have the same hearts as yesterday after all.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: just angst no comfort, codependency?? or just attachment, both of you are sad and sentimental, this was gnna be a vent but i got carried away and instead made this, i am so sorry. (inspired by promise by laufey if that makes it hit even harder)

art creds: holly warbuton (pls correct me if im wrong hhh)

time has passed, but the same sparrow still perches at your window sill.

sparrows, they say, represent love- an extension of aphrodite herself, the goddess of love and beauty.

you wish you could say it was ironic; how this same sparrow stilled, perched on your window as your and you partner came to the painful agreement to end things. you wish you could say it's ironic, how this sparrow; who still, despite two years- which people may say it's not a long time, but its seven hundred thirty days. seven hundred thirty days that you heart is left to mend, or your brain is to abandon information to take in something new; something that matters more than something that did seven hundred and thirty days ago. - still perches at your window will. a sparrow that represents love, a sparrow who watched a piece of you walk out with someone, still right there.

you wish you could say- but you can't, because despite the time, the minutes, and the seconds, and the hours, and any and every interval of time, you still love them.

(more under the cut)

the piece of you that they walked out with did not die the moment it left its home. much like how a flower separated from its roots to join a beautiful bouquet- it's quite sad in reality, stripping a flower away from its freedom to make its own food or water itself on its own accord; maybe that's why...

why you still find yourself depending on you ex-lover, or at least, the parts you abandoned of yourself that did depend on your ex-lover, you still hold onto. like the sagging flower- which its sagging may look obnoxious, but really, it's coming apart at it's seams, starting from the stem, to the leaves, to its- begging for it's owner...

'please water me' it begs.

'please look after me, you're all i have. for i cannot walk on two legs. for i cannot turn to the sun on my own- i only have your artificial lighting. for i no longer have my home, my roots.'

you're thankful, at least, that you aren't a flower cut away from its roots, and do not require someone to keep you alive in the same conditions.

however, you do long for that part of you again; along with the care of your ex-lover. it's a different codependency you think- yet, just as shameful.

two long years, he had found you again on social media, sending you a friendly dm, asking to meet at a cafe like old times.

old times. a petal plucked from your head, marking a time in your life you held dear. old times.

you agree, and of course; it's different.

there are old times, and there are new times. old times, as in the name, are not something you can relive, not something you can take back.

you and him are not the same people you were when you were together. but despite all of this- the longing, the string connecting your hearts together is retied. the feelings are left unsaid, but you both know.

you both know it's there but there is no acknowledgement, there is no attempt at rekindling the fire. the both of you know that either way, you will end up hurt.

two years ago, you two were different lovers, different views as to the ones you have now, different attitudes, different lives. so what would be the harm of trying again?

the harm is that you both still have the same heart. new wounds, sure, but mended does not mean new. the scar is still there, the love, the memories, but also the flaws, the causes of your disagreements, and the reason you ended it in the first place.

there was no trying again. this was it. despite the hurt, despite the pain of parting; or despite- if in another universe, you ended up rekindling the fire that burnt out two years ago- the pain that would come if you got back together, there was still love.

you hate to settle. he does too, you know that. the two of you hated to settle because of the possibility of better.

but the two of you always find that, around each other, that's just naturally what you do.

even if it was never down together, you settle.

― men who, despite the pain, still love. who gratefully take a piece of everyone they have every cherished, and cared for it with their entire being: diluc, kaeya, xiao, venti, kazuha, megumi, yuji, yuuta, gorou, kaveh, alhaitham, wriothesley, nanami, neuvillette, childe.

navi. mlist.

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chuuyasheaven · 7 months

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WILL YOU EVER DO AN AMAB READER PSLPLSPLS like a sub amab reader with one of the bsd boys (im gay)

“—I wanna be yours, so bad. Please, tell me you’re mine. . No, show me I’m yours.”

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara / amab! Reader, making out, slight praise kink, hand job, established relationship, fluffy smut ig?, neck kisses, really short?, teasing, pet names, might contain grammar errors, pure boredom, ooc!, cringe, rushed, etc.

Notes: I don’t know why, (actually I do), but I really want to make y’all satisfied, and since I promised to write for an amab! Reader soon, I thought I’ll leave this here!! This my first time so if I wrote anything wrong pls correct me so anyways enjoy!??

It’s been two days since Chuuya had to leave for a mission, it really sucked but you managed to survive by calling. When he finally came back home, you hugged him immediately. You kissed him on his lips after it and Chuuya didn’t back out, no, not after missing you this much. It was obvious you both missed eachother badly, even though only one of you would admit it, that person being you. You kept on kissing and walking backwards, until you both fell onto the couch behind you. With the Chuuya on top of you, you quickly wrapped your arm around his neck while exposing yours. This explained why Chuuya had the sudden urge to kiss your neck too. From the chin to your collarbone, just soft kisses on your soft skin.

Just as soft as his kisses you let your soft moans be heard, which he loved, very. When he was finished, he looked at you, with an soft but yet teasing smile. “You wanna keep going, baby?”, you nodded with flushed cheeks. At first, he kept on kissing you until you noticed his knee slightly rub against your crotch. You could feel Chuuya smile through that kiss, still you deepened the kiss even more. That’s when he stood up again, leaving you hanging from that kiss. You looked at him with rose pink cheeks with slight confusion. “I want you to sit for me, alright?”, so you sat up, waiting for his next move.

Sitting on the couch, legs still on it, Chuuya kneeled to somehow hoover over you again. You felt Chuuya undoing your pants and boxers, but he wanted you to focus on his eyes right now. “Darlin’, I need you to keep looking into my eyes, can you do that for me?”, you nodded, only to notice him take of his one glove and already getting past your boxers already, holding your half–erect dick in his hand. He started to gently rub his thumb over your tip, really slow circling motions to slightly tease you for his amusement. Your face got hotter, but you still tried to look into his eyes. “Such a good boy,”, he praised you. After Chuuya was done teasing your tip, he let his whole hand slide down your cock.

You let out a small gasp of feeling his slide, when seeing this, Chuuya kept on sliding his hand on your dick. This feeling was incredible, to add onto it Chuuya leaned forward your ear to talk dirty to you. “Hm, you’re doin’ good, sweetheart. Are you enjoying it? Am I makin’ you feel good?”, you nodded quickly. “Y–yes.”, you answered after. This only got Chuuya to smirk. Chuuya was slowly picking up the speed, which made you throw your head back in pleasure. As you exposed your neck, again, he saw another opportunity to kiss your neck. “Ch–chuuya, ‘m close. .”, you moaned lost in pleasure, “Then cum f’me,”, Chuuya slurred against your collarbone, making you reach your climax faster. As the sweet release washed over you and you coated Chuuya’s hand in your cum.

“—That’s my pretty boy, always makin’ a mess.”

If you think this is alright, then it probably is

#chuuya smut #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #Rei’s Drabbles !! 💗

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gottagetback2u · 10 months

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✰ ateez doing ur makeup!

warnings: boyfriend ateez makes me very lonely. lighthearted joking! cursing, emojis used. established relationships! don’t expect too much from these boys lol. inconsistent use of correct spelling.

gotta match it up with the skz one 😋

-✰ seonghwa

im gonna guess that this man has memorized his own routine that the makeup department does for him, so doing ur makeup is no problem. he is honestly so good. u sometimes ask him to do ur base when ur tired bc he’s just that good. will take his sweet time with u, his boba eyes just holding so much attention to ur face 🥹

-✰ hongjoong

SURPRISE SURPRISE. this man is not tHAT good, i will say, but it’s the effort that he puts in that takes him up a notch. will definitely want to do something edgy, like black smudged eyeshadow all around ur lids, harsh contour and a lip color that stands out. nothing is perfect, but he’s so passionate about it! (if u ask nicely, he will try is best to do something more “soft”)

-✰ yuhno

menace. more than u think. it will start out with soft stares and compliments to ur complexion, until he gets to the “hard parts”. eye makeup is not his thing. will put a bright blue all over ur lids messily, stating that he just wants u to “try something different”. will be laughing the whole time too 😐

-✰ yeosang

another member that i think is surprisingly good! the application might not be the best (will put foundation on a brush before he puts it on ur skin 🥲), but he will blend it all the way out! even if it does look cakey at the end, he’s like “ur skin never looks like this, what did i do wrong :/“

-✰ san

tell him what to do, and he will try his best! it may seem unlikely, but he is really good at following directions 😭 especially if u show him an example first! wants to do his best for u, so will constantly ask u over and over “is this ok? it looks bad doesn’t it 😕” reassure him pls!

-✰ mingi

a mess. he’s more nervous about messing up than anything,, he just wants to do a good job for u :( if u ask him, he will INSIST that it has to start out with just concealer and powder, until he works his way up to a full face. u guys have a schedule once a week that he practices on u :’) quality time 😫😫

-✰ wooyoung

so sassy with it. doesn’t even want ur help, just brags about how he has seen it all before and knows what to do. next thing u know, powder contour is going on before foundation and he’s constantly putting more concealer over everything to “fix it”

-✰ jongho

doesn’t even want to do it. “who said this is a thing ur bf has to do 🤨” but, when u beg him for a bit, he lets up, agreeing to doing anything other than foundation. he has confidence in ur eye makeup, and if he messes up, just covers it with ur “sparkly eye stuff”. honestly turns out wearable and kinda cute! don’t ask again tho, he will say no

masterlist!

taglist: @strawberrimarchi

#sapphire’s log~#🤍#ateez #ateez seonghwa #hongjoong #ateez yunho #yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #wooyoung #jongho #atz imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez fluff #atz drabbles #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines

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yanyanderes · 11 months

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(reverse isekai AU but they hasn't isekaied yet)

MC/Y.N : arm being rip out brutally by the main villian in the show and they're screaming and crying in pain

*how/what i think the turtle react/do*

Ralph : cries and sob even louder while squeezing the life side plushie for comfort. Sneer at the villian whenever they pop up on the screen

Leo : shed so much tears while watching. After that he buy/steal a plush of the villian to brutally torment it

Donnie : find every single flipping reason to slander the villian. He despite the villian with an amount of unbearable hatred

Mickey : angst fic material, he'll write a fic of him saving MC/Y.N after their arm got ripped out then having an epic fight battle with the villian which he win ofc

(pls correct me if im wrong-)

oh, you’re right there. very right. and you’re giving me many ideas.

they’re all very close to straight up breaking down when they first see it. now imagine their reactions if (y/n) is ever killed off.

raph is inconsolable. man can’t even speak. the same man who can barrel through walls with no trouble is now sobbing gibberish and hugging a plushie in his bed because his favorite fictional character died.

leo turns the villain’s plushie into his own personal punching bag. and stabbing bag. and slicing bag. bro destroys the thing and puts it back together so he can destroy it again. makes fun of his brothers for being so sad over a fictional character dying to cope with the fact he’s seconds away from straight up breaking down, too.

donnie is this 👌 close to tracking down where the storywriters live and threatening them and draining their bank accounts and ruining their lives, dude has to be locked up to keep him from killing anyone.

character death? what character death? (y/n) didn’t die! is what mikey says as he goes to (y/n)’s wiki page and re-edits it so his self insert revived them from the dead and they both live happily ever after. i wouldn’t be surprised if he taught himself how to animate just so he can animate that scene and keep up the delusion that his version is totally 100% canon.

and now i’m imagining them being isekaid into (y/n)’s world before they’re injured/killed, and they just. kidnap them. no hesitation, no questions asked. no risks. can’t lose them.

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere raph #yandere rottmnt raph #yandere leo #yandere rottmnt leo #yandere donnie #yandere rottmnt donnie #yandere mikey #yandere rottmnt mikey #yandere #yandere reverse isekai au #yan-asks

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softshrimpy · 7 months

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 15: Revisit The Past

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I have no excuses for this one I am just a Sap who supports womens wrongs. 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan @im-a-carnivorous-plant @weemssapphic @barbarasstar

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 14

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

HWTAHP Masterlist

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You were sat in a booth at the Weathervane. You didn’t want your father coming back to Nevermore. You’re almost certain he wouldn’t want to be there either. Larissa had insisted she stay with you, giving your father the side eye of a fucking lifetime. The two of you sat on one side while your father sat across from you, taking in the cafe curiously.

“Isn’t this the place you said you were working at? It’s quite nice.” He hums.

“I didn’t tell you where I was working. I didn’t even tell you I was in Jericho. So tell me, Dad, how did you find out I was here?” You asked, false pleasantry coating your words.

“Come on now kiddo,” he smiles awkwardly, his gaze flitting to Larissa and then back to you. “There’s no need to-“

“No there is. So I’ll ask you again, how did you find out I was here?” You interrupted, your already thin patience close to vanishing.

He doesn’t answer you, pursing his lips and he looks back and forth between you and Larissa uncomfortably. You sigh, moving to stand when he finally decides to speak.

“I spoke with your doctor,” he sighs, slight annoyance in his tone, “he said you hadn’t picked up your prescription in a month, said it had been delivered to Jericho the last time it had been ordered. So I come down here myself, to make sure you were alright… I’m worried about you.”

He reaches across the table to grab your hand but you quickly pull both your hands into your lap. Larissa reached out beneath the table to rest her hand on your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. She was still glaring daggers at the man across from you both, despite her deep curiosity. She would have time to ask her questions later, when or if you were ready and you wanted to. For now, she would simply support you as best as she could, by making your father fucking uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m fine, thank you. So there’s no need for you to stay any longer.”

He then smiles at you in a way that makes you want to bash his face in. He reaches into his jacket and places an all-to-familiar pill bottle on the table between you, gently sliding it towards you. Larissa stares at the thing with so much contempt you’re sure she’s willing it to explode in his hand.

“I don’t need those anymore.” You say, pushing the bottle back toward him.

He frowns, his expression twisting in anger for a split second before he corrects himself.

“Well,” he starts, “as nice as that would be love, we both know how weak you get when you don’t-“

“That’s not a problem anymore. And quite frankly I don’t owe you any kind of explanation all things considered. So just leave me alone.”

“Kiddo…you don’t understand…” he tries, his false concern giving way to mild frustration. You knew it wasn’t just mild though, had first-hand experience of just how not-mild it could be.

“Don’t understand what? That I’m a danger without it? That this was never actually about me and my well-being but actually to protect you from something you didn’t understand?”

It would seem your anger wasn’t so mild either.

“That’s not-“

“Because I was a child who didn’t understand what was happening and instead of getting me actual help you decided to just cover it up? Because it was easier to just get me these stupid little pills and pretend nothing ever happened?” You continue, doing your best to keep your voice down despite the venom in it.

“That is simply-“

“Because you would rather I keep taking these, frankly fucking awful tasting pills instead of receiving support and- and care. And be around people who are like me? Is that what I don’t understand?”

“That’s enough!” he yells, and you hate yourself for the way you flinch.

Larissa immediately takes your hand in hers, moving to stand up and get you away from him when he continues.

“You don’t even have half the right idea, you ungrateful wretch. Your mother and I, we took you into our home, you had nothing, you were nothing. Without us, you would be nothing. We took you in, fed you, clothed you, raised you. Your mother loved you like you were our own. But then…then we came home one day to find our precious child had murdered her sweet babysitter. So what were we to do? You needed to be fixed-“

“Fixed?” You choke out, angry at the tears gathering in your eyes and the way your whole body shakes.

“You think it was easy? Finding a doctor who could create these fucking things?” He continues, shaking the pill bottle. “But we had no fucking choice. We couldn’t just let you carry on as you were! We couldn’t become known as the parents who raised a godforsaken killer! We did what we had to to make sure you would grow up to be normal. So you become one of those- of those monsters!”

For a second it feels like the whole world just stops. Like the universe is giving you a little time to process the truth; that this man never truly loved you, that your father never loved you. You can’t know if that was how your mother felt, rest her soul, but you can’t help but think she probably felt the same. That you were a burden on them. Never the child they wanted but the one they were stuck with. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You wanted to hit him.

Before you can even think of doing anything of the sort your father is suddenly sprawled across the floor, clutching his very broken and very bloody nose. You then notice a very angry and intimidating Larissa towering over his pathetic form, glaring down at him so intensely you think he might actually catch fire. She’s shaking her now rather bloody hand out as she slightly winces.

And then, as if that wasn’t metal enough, she lifts her hand(the bloody one) to tuck her hair back behind her ear, pushing her immaculate updo back into perfection. She had an eerily calm expression as she did before smiling oh so condescendingly down at your father, who was still clutching his nose as he stared up at her in horror.

“Now then, sir,” she sneers, “I’d suggest you leave town swiftly. Lest you wish to suffer any more harm.”

It’s then that your father's terrified gaze snaps to you, perhaps foolishly hoping you’d help him. But you aren’t even looking his way, transfixed by the statuesque blond you’ve grown so fond of. He must realize then that the two of you aren’t simply friends, the way disgust twists his features for a moment. He seems to want to say something, opening his foul mouth to speak before looking back at Larissa and freezing in his tracks.

It’s then that he realizes just who she is. The woman the people he had accosted for information about you had spoken about. The impossibly tall, insanely intimidating Principal of Nevermore Academy, a force to be reckoned with. The academy for outcasts. Only then does he think that picking a fight with her may not be in his best interest, not when the odds are she could very easily overpower him.

So instead of further condemning you and your actions he keeps his mouth shut (the first smart decision he’s made all day) and all but scrambles out the door before hopping in his car and speeding away. And then he’s gone.

“Holy shit that was fucking awesome,” James breathes, breaking the silence.

That snaps Larissa from her intense glaring at the door. She turns to you, looking you over to make sure you’re alright. You gingerly grasp her hand, the bloody one, turning it over in your to inspect the damage. You frown when you notice how red her knuckles are. You lift it to your mouth to press a soft kiss to them before looking up at her.

“Shall we go home?” She asks softly, reaching out with her other hand to grab yours.

You nod, still staring at her in awe. She says something to James, earning a snarky response no doubt. But you’re not really listening. You’re stuck very deep in your thoughts about Larissa and her bravery and badassness and how much you love her. And how you don’t particularly care what has happened in the past, you want her to know, you need her to know.

You make it back to Nevermore in a blur, you’re quite honestly just going through the motions. Your mind is running a mile a minute. You keep jumping from one thought to another. You honestly keep wanting to cry and then laugh and then cry again.

When you finally arrive at Nevermore you quietly follow Larissa to what turns out to be your quarters. Larissa stands in the doorway, looking rather conflicted. You all but drag her inside, leading her to sit on the bed. You quickly grab your first aid kit and waddle back into the room. You kneel in front of her, getting out some gauze and bandages. She starts to protest, claiming she can sort it out herself but you just shush her gently and continue cleaning up and bandaging her hand. You press a kiss to it when you’re done, staring up at her lovingly.

“Larissa I-“ you start.

“Darling I-I wanted to apologize. I-I don’t know what came over me. I-I realize I was- I was out of line. I-if-“ she rushes.

Before she can continue on with her unnecessary apology you all but throw yourself onto her lap and kiss her senseless. She lets out a cute little noise of surprise before melting into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist and clinging to you with all she has.

The kiss is soft and sweet and so full of love it makes your heart swell. You pour all the love you have in your heart for her into it, hoping she can feel it. You lick at the seam of her lips, moaning into her mouth when she parts them for you. You lick into her mouth, blushing at the moan she lets out and the way she grips your hips tighter.

Eventually, when you remember you need to breathe, you pull back. Your hands cup her cheeks, your thumb brushing over her cheekbones as you just stare at her wearing the dopiest grin. She’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and a little breathless. She looks a bit confused, and you realize while she may be one of the smartest women you know she can still be so utterly dense. So you will spell it out for her.

“Larissa…I-no one’s ever done anything like this for me before…like ever. And I’m not-I could never be mad at you, especially not for standing up for me like you did. I mean, I wanted to hit him so if you hadn’t I probably would’ve.” You snort, “and uhm when I saw you like…absolutely deck him. I honestly…honestly you looked very hot. Not that violence is right! But like…maybe it’s alright if you commit a lil violence-“

She lets out the most beautiful laugh at that, unrestrained and loud and imperfectly perfect. And your heart feels like it’s going to explode. You want to kiss her again, but you need to finish your thought.

“I-I know we still have a lot to figure out. And things aren’t-arent perfect. And I didn’t want to rush into things but I’m starting to realize that that’s just like bullshit and doesn’t actually even matter. Because-because what does matter, what matters to me…is you. And- and the truth. And the truth is Larissa, the truth-“

“Take a breath sweetheart, it’s okay.” She murmurs, a look of confusion still marring her features. So you take a breath, closing your eyes for a bit before you continue.

“The truth is that I think I-I love you…” you breathe, your voice wobbling with emotion. “No that’s-that’s not right. I know I’m in love with you. And-and I hope I’m not-I hope it’s not -that you don’t think I’m silly or-“

Your rambling is cut off when she launches forward to kiss you. This time she’s nowhere near as gentle. She tugs on your bottom lip with her teeth, her tongue rushing into your mouth when you gasp. The kiss is hungry and passionate and takes your breath away.

She kisses your jaw, and then your neck, nipping at it before she presses her forehead to your collarbone. You feel her tears drip into your shirt, soaking the fabric. She’s still clutching you so tightly against her, almost as if she fears you’ll disappear.

“Oh darling…” she breathes against your skin, “I-I had never dared to hope…”

She takes a deep, shuddering breath before leaning back to gaze up at you. Her eyes sparkling and her cheeks blushing deliciously.

“I love you too… I have loved you for the longest time.”

Her words are a balm to your fragile little heart, making you feel impossibly bright and good and whole. You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stifle it. Larissa gently pulls your hand away, pressing a kiss to your palm that makes you melt even further, if that’s even possible. And Larissa looks happier than you’ve ever seen her, her smile so bright and happy. You connect your lips again, gently pushing her to lay back against your bed. And as you kiss her only one thought runs through your mind.

Gods, you love her more than anything.

#htwahp #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems #wednesday #principal weems x reader

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