the same anon cause I’m going insane over tiny troll creatures, I need to be sedated
I’m vibrating with how intense this shit is, someone help
thinking about hurt/comfort with Branch and his brothers- just need them to wrap around him and just- give him the damn comfort he deserves, especially since it’s been 20 years that they haven’t seen each other- like hello? that’s their baby brother? also he’s grey?? like pls, take care of the poor thing, he needs some god damn therapy and a fat family hug after everything that’s happened
I have a lot of angst ideas in mind but because of how intense my brain is rn I cannot put them to words but I swear to the holy troll god that is Tiny Diamond, I will write them down at some point
There's so much "He was gray!?" angst I want to write I wonder how many I can jot down before either my motivation gives out or I run out of situations.
I don't think there can ever be enough of people exploring the intricacies of Branch's issues and how it affects and shapes the relationships he has with the people in his life, both old and new.
Best of luck with that writing, Anon.
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I am trying see... Only in haikus I speak. I'm doing my best.
Solid A- for dedication to a bit. Well done.
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i have my drivers test in like 2 hours and I AM SHITTING BRICKS. I failed it this spring and have been waitlisted for so long so I relly wanna pass this time. im suuuper nausious(?) . anyways just needed to get it out there fjfbf
ohhhh babe you can do it!!!! I believe in you!!!! ❤
if it makes you feel better, my hc is that vv!Lando failed his driver's test not once but twice. But nobody was mad at him because he's so cuuuuute (and daddy's wallet is big enough to afford it lol)
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Beel brainrot he’s such a big big softie and I love him because of that but he’s also a cocky shit and just HUGE his shoulders and BIG hands he can lift you like it’s nothing no matter how much you weigh and he takes pride in that. But more then anything he loves that whenever you’re near him, you just seem so small and the way he’s cannon had you sit on his back so he can do PUSH-UPS HE IS SO JACKED AND I NEED HIM CARNALITY.
Feeding my own size kink I fear 😣
Beel brainrot is some of the best <3 he’s just so big ‘n fuckin’ hot!!!
And!- and!!!- just imagine being at the gym with Beel! you’re there to ‘spot him’ drool over him <3
He’s all sweaty, his tank top is sticking to his chest when he asks you to help with his next set!! It’s adorable how eager you are to help~
Beel sits on the floor in-front of the bench and pulls you down into his lap, facing away from him and at the huge gym mirror -fuck you really do look small in his lap- you hear Beel say something about how he wants to work on his core strength- and he tells you, you’re the perfect wight for a quick warm up!!
Making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be, he starts hip thrusting up into you…..it’s a little clumsy at first, so naturally, Beel puts his hands on your hips to keep you steady ofc.
When Beel’s done playing with you- warming up he sits there with you in his lap for a minute….he leans down to press a few, quick kisses along your flushed neck, before he makes eye contact with you in the big gym mirror and winks, “Wanna help me in the shower?”
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Fyodor would be a family man that’s good at hiding his true intentions from his family such as the decay of angels and rats house along with his s/o just nurturing their son and having a peaceful side along with Nikolai being a family friend who would entertain Fyodors son. One happy family
anon i could kiss you senseless rn...literally one of the best things i've ever had the honor of seeing in my inbox. this idea has ruined me i swear it's Perfect
fem reader, reader is married to fyodor and has a son w him
cw: yandere character, deceit, manipulation, mentioned murder
fyodor dostoevsky makes for a wonderful husband—loving, ordinary, almost suspiciously so, but you married him knowing that he was an ordinary man. you loved him knowing that he was an ordinary man.
an ordinary man with some extremely unsettling secrets, none that you knew about.
the fyodor dostoevsky you knew and loved was the man who kissed the palm of your hand, and if he was feeling particularly affectionate, your forehead, every morning before he left for work, with a half-smile on his lips and a fond gleam in his eyes. you weren't quite sure what he did, except that he worked for a company of some kind, but you didn't like the way his face hardened when you probed, so you left it at that. it didn't matter what he did, anyway, so long as he came back to greet you every night, safe and unharmed.
the man you married was the one who'd come home to greet you with a tired nod and a warm embrace, entertaining your son's excited rambling over dinner. he held you close when he read before sleeping, stroking your hair with a light touch. as far as you were concerned, he was an amazing husband and lover.
though he was not necessarily a good person otherwise.
you were so easily blinded by the tender warmth he showed his family, that you hardly cared for his uncharacteristic slip-ups. like when he scowls, ever so slightly, when the news broadcasts some detective agency receiving an award, or when a ghost of a smile lingers as you wonder out loud how a casino could be floating in the sky.
you never once questioned the times he came home in an entirely different coat from when he went out, or when he was away for days on end, not calling you or leaving you a single message. was it because you trusted him wholeheartedly, or because you were afraid of what the truth really was?
but even if you had your own suspicions, it would have never even come close to what fyodor was really doing. how were you to know that the same lips that whispered sweet songs of praise to you with a coquettish smile were the same ones that uttered a death sentence to his countless victims? and how were you to know that the steady hands that caressed your body so intimately had also touched numerous corpses? the husband that spoiled you on anniversaries and birthdays could not be the same man that was actively planning to cover the world with the blood of sinners.
for the most part, you liked nikolai too. he was a little odd, considering his getup and his tendency to seemingly pop out of nowhere, but he was good friends with your husband—dos, as he called fyodor—and your son loved playing with him. he didn't tell you what he did, either, though he let it slip that he worked very closely with your husband. he refused to explain fyodor's unexplained disappearances, though he would often stop by to show your son a new magic trick when fyodor was gone for a little too long, just to reassure you a little.
nothing really gave it away; not the amused expression when you told him to stay safe on his way, nor his eccentric coworkers. you were just happy that your husband always came home to you, and never failed to remind you that he loved you. there were, perhaps, more things that should have worried you. the way fyodor insisted that you keep your social circle small, or the frustrated look in his eyes that was beginning to appear more and more often. even the peculiar things he was beginning to tell you.
you're lying in fyodor's lap, mind drifting between sleep and consciousness as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. then, perhaps noticing that you weren't completely asleep, a little smile appears on his face.
"tell me," his voice is soft, but every word feels strangely heavy, "will you ever leave me?"
you frown slightly, and he chuckles.
"even if i did something you don't agree with?"
you shake your head, "what's this about?"
his smile widens, and he gently pinches your cheek. the look in his eyes is unnaturally cold.
"it doesn't matter. either way...you don't have anyone else to turn to."
and you could have continued the way life was, with your mostly ordinary husband and your wonderful family. at least, until he turns up at your door after an especially long period of disappearance. you would be thrilled, normally, but you're much too shocked at the sight of your husband in what looks like a prison uniform to feel any relief.
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wear headphones :)
Wasn't expecting another one of these so soon huh.
Transcript and context under the cut
Transcription: Fuck. Goddammit. K-Ugh. *whimper* Come on...
Context: An inside joke between some people on twitter resulted in them commissioning artists to draw gabe failing at pottery and it became a trend for a bit. This is him voicing that specific scenario
Audio source (Yeah I edited it a little to make it worse. I will not apologize.)
Link to a thread of the pottery fan art. This isn't all of it but this is the only collection I can find to link to. -> Link
If anyone has more that wasn't included here feel free to drop a link in the replies :0
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Machete and Vasco are so pomegranate-and-the-hand-that-slices coded. To me.
Pomegranates are seen as messy, bloody, inconvenient fruits. You slice or tear or bite and in return for your effort you come away underwhelmed, disgusted, and stained too deep to wash. The consumption of a pomegranate is a violent act of defilement, for both the fruit and the eater.
But that is because most do not understand how to open a pomegranate. They have little patience for the precise carving. They see no point in coreing the fruit gently, no reason to be reverent as they pull the quarters apart. When done correctly, opening a pomegranate leaves little mess. Your fingers will still stain, your knife will still slick, but there will be no pool of crimson drowning both you and the fruit.
The seeds are only sweet to those who understand the merit of a light hand and intricate slicing. Why put in so much effort for a food so bitter and clearly armored against consumption? Surely it must not yearn to be eaten.
(^insane about silly catholic dogs)
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