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doeshifts · 2 years
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i would give absolutely anything to be with robert pattinson the moment he found out about midnight sun
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pinkd3mon · 6 months
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Dealing with Trauma while being King Dedede
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Dealing with Trauma while being Taranza
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harfanfare · 20 days
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Idia drabble, fluff, lots of couple banter
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Your wishlist containing released games is empty.
In the next several minutes after saving a title to one, you can expect a notification that the game is getting downloaded, and a mere seconds after that—several messages from your boyfriend.
“thought u would never play it lol”
“weren't you supposed to be studying??”
He sends a meme degrading your hierarchy of values as if he were any better. It is followed by a request.
“stream it to me when you play it”
And you do, after thanking him yet chiding him for wasting too much money on you without a second thought. His reply was a string of emojis and guarantee that he is doing it all for himself, because “educating you on the topic of latest games is his duty” and he cares about “the boyfriend points”.
“I hope my love’o’meter for u was broken by all that pampering lmao”
“waiting for my cg to load up…”
[NAME]: “not enough affection points”
“damn”
“i need a walkthroughyt to this route”
Idia has you join a voice channel, with you sharing your screen. Playing a game in a separate dorm is a whole different experience than having him beside you, with his hands almost trembling to grab your controller if you couldn’t get past a certain level.
He would always wait for you to ask him for help, though. Then he could let the feeling of self-satisfaction sink in as he easily guided your character to another enemy to slash.
If he only has you on the voice chat, you might be able to finish the game almost fully by yourself.
You can hear the soft sound of his keyboard as he plays something as well. He divides his attention between you and his entertainment, and he throws in commentary to your playthrough, teasing you when you can’t find a secret key to the special gate, bullying you when you find the puzzles too hard, or when you pick the wrong dialogue option.
At some point, you might try to (playfully) mute his microphone, but you can only have eight seconds of silence before he hacks into the options.
“No need to be jealous of my gaming knowledge,” he exclaims, and you know he has that big stupid grin on his face. You huff, and he hums. “But if you want me to help, all you need to do is just ask.”
“I want to go through this game myself!”
“Okay, sure. But you know you have already missed the opportunity for the best ending, no?” He laughs. “That’s what you get for muting me, kitten.”
No need to spoil the ending just to get back at me, you’d love to say, but you learned that the shy boy who couldn’t hold your gaze several months ago is actually a big tease. You must’ve grown too much on him, as he would have continued the bickering even if you showed up in his room. No social anxiety towards you—that’s a bit of a shame, he was cute when you first started dating.
…Well, Idia you know now is a cutie as well, even if he can be very annoying sometimes.
“Enough. I’m going to play my otome games, bye.”
You log out, and shut the stream, chuckling all the time. A funny feeling tingled your heart, like always when you won (or have you?) in banter in Idia: your heart is warm enough to probably melt through the ribcage, but a subtle alarm rings in your head. Idia will probably take revenge for this.
He must already be in distress. He doesn’t like you playing otome games alone, as if you could have ever preferred a 2D boy over Idia. The thought makes you laugh.
You plop on your bed, unlocking your phone and tapping an icon of the name game you’ve installed. Although playing it with Idia would have been funnier, you are going to play him just out of spite.
…And after that, you will send him a wall of text about those handsome characters, because he needs to be updated on your current obsessions.
The title screen appears before everything crashes and the screen goes black. Several messages in neon-blue futuristic font colour appear one by one.
An error has occurred.
Caught exception:
Traceback (most recent call last):
File “characters”, line 46, in script
File “stats”, line 153, in script
File “story”, line 665, in script
File “achievements”, line 411, in log.1
File “backup_data”, line 139, in log
To continue:
“[Name]-san. Please come to our dorm. My brother is moping (so he won’t be finishing his project anytime soon, which is, really bad) and I would appreciate you having mercy on him.
Once you come, I will restore your data! It’s a promise :>
— ORTHO”
…Damn those Shrouds.
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steddiealltheway · 22 days
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Something that is canon in my mind that I forget to tell people:
The reason why Steve can’t get bitches in his Scoops Ahoy era is because there’s a rumor going around that he’s gay (probably because someone caught him hooking up with Eddie)
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luvit · 4 months
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STORY ABT SIMON COMFORTING SICK!GIRLFRIEND!READER RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS SO CUTE WHEN HE TAKES CARE OF HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER
RIGHT NOW???? OKAY RIGHT NOW!!!!! (sorry this was an hour later but i just had to get this out LOL)
simon doesn't know shit about cooking, but he knows the soup he made isn't that bad. it came straight from the can too! but he can't help but take minor offense to the way you make a face and refuse to eat it.
"can't handle anything in my stomach right now, simon," you look at him pleadingly. but he's been sitting there by the bedside with a spoon raised for about 3 minutes. you don't see it waver at all. curse those muscles of his, making that soup spoon linger annoyingly in the same spot as he stares at you with a straight face.
"need to eat something, love."
"feel like m'gonna throw up," you groan and try to turn your head away from him. but he tuts and it has you looking at him back with the most unamused face you can muster.
"eat so at least you have something to throw up. better than heavin' on an empty stomach, no?" that makes you scoff, which turns into a coughing fit that makes your eyes water and your chest squeeze painfully. he immediately sets the bowl down on the bedside table to rest a hand behind your back and gently adjust you so that you're sitting. he check in on you, watching your reaction to truly make sure you were okay before picking the bowl back up and resuming what is now his default position. "soup'll make your throat feel better."
you give him an ugly look before opening your mouth so he can feed it to you. luckily, it's still warm enough to soothe you. you don't want to admit that he was right and it does feel good to get down your throat and into your stomach, so you stay silent as he feeds you. you get about two-thirds into the bowl before you raise a hand and say you're not up for more. and satisfied that you ate most of it, simon lets it slide.
"take your meds yet?" he asks as he sets the bowl on the table and puts a gently palm over your forehead. you don't think he actually knows the difference between you running a fever or not by the way he furrows his brows in thought and pulls back. makes you smile a little at how clueless he is about this.
"i did. 'bout an hour ago before i had to come lay down."
"good girl." he kisses the top of your head. "need 'nything else, love?"
you're about to reply but cut yourself short when he pulls an unopened bottle of water from by his feet. "thought of everything, have you?" you joke and let him open it for you to take a sip.
"every action i take is with you in mind. best to remember that."
"i know." you grin and then a wave of shivers run over you. you huff and start sliding into the covers and wrap it around you snugly. that's when he arches an eyebrow at you and stands from his seat. he tugs at the blanket from where you're holding it tight to you and it makes you open your eyes. "simon... what are you doing?"
he looks at you as if you're dumb, like you should already know the answer. even with your sick muddled brain, it's not hard to see the way he's leaning over you with a knee on the bed to figure out what he wants. "trying to lay down with you."
"you'll get sick if you keep hanging around me."
"been hanging around you for the past week 'nd haven't caught anythin' yet. think i'm pretty safe." you roll your eyes and mutter something about his super soldier immune system. he tugs again at the blanket to try to pull it away from you.
"you're wearing your outside clothes. you don't get to make my bed dirty with your germs."
he lets out a defeated sigh and retreats. you can't catch it really well as he grumbles a "s'covered in all your sick germs already. doesn't mean a thing." and then he pulls his hoodie off his body, letting you gaze at his scarred chest. his pants go off next to reveal boxers underneath. you stare at him and he shrugs at you with a look that says 'what?'
he goes to tug at the blanket again, and this time he's successful since he tugs a little harder. "took m'clothes off. now let me in."
he shuffles against you in a way that bounces the bed. it's the opposite of comforting with the way he jostles you, but it warms your heart nonetheless. especially with the way he brings your back to his chest and wraps his arms around you. he intertwines his legs with yours and lets you enjoy his body heat.
"won't you get cold?" you know he won't, don't know why you even asked. he's your personal blast furnace in the winter and hell to sleep with in the summer because of how hot he runs.
he laughs fully this time, a couple of quiet chuckles in your ear. "y'know the answer to that. just tryin' to keep my girl warm."
"thank you, simon." you snuggle into him and begin to doze off now that you're warm and comfortable.
"mm," he hums. you feel him stroking your hair gently as he places a kiss to your head. "now go to sleep, baby."
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ruporas · 11 months
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hello there, angel
[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash is sitting facing the viewer and holds a rose between his clasped together hands, but he’s looking to the left, upwards, at Wolfwood, with an awed expression. Wolfwood hovers over him with wings sprouting from his back. He has a cigarette lit between his lips, his arms and legs are crossed, and he looks back at Vash with a neutral expression. The both of them are covered in a blue shadow, casted by Wolfwood and his hovering form, while warm light hits the back of his wings and over Vash’s legs. Small feathers sits next to Vash. End ID]
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nonranghaes · 10 months
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warnings: spider mentions bc writer is terrified and needs to write comfort. this is idol au, btw. (also readers in a polyamorous relationship with both chris and felix, just a heads up)
chris jolts awake when he feels you tugging at his sleeve, barely opening his eyes by the time you speak up.
“christheresahugespidercanyoupleasegogetridofit--”
it’s... a lot. it’s clear that you’re terrified (although his brain hasn’t deciphered what you said yet), and he sits up, reaching out to pull you in. on the other side of the bed, he can feel felix stir from his own slumber--and he hears him stifle a yawn. chris just focuses on you, though, “honey--”
you sniffle, fingers dinging into his arm as you hold him by the forearms, “please go get it before it moves--”
he doesn’t even have to decipher what you said anymore. he knows only one thing gets you this scared, and he gently pulls you in further until you’re actually sitting on the bed. “it’s okay,” he says, “i’ll go catch it. don’t worry,” he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head, getting out of bed. “i won’t come back until it’s gone, okay?”
you nod frantically, and chris mumbles felix’s name to rouse him further. felix turns over, gaze meeting chris’s--although he quickly nods toward you, redirecting the attention--and he understands. he kicks off the blankets, crawling over to you as chris takes his leave as designated-spider-getter.
“it’s okay,” he murmurs softly, drawing you in for a hug. “chris will get it.”
your breath hitches, and felix can feel as you start to cry. it’s a frustrating fear to have--felix knows, as does chris, because you’ve cried to them before about how you wish you could just be normal about those eight-legged little things--and you know that they’re far more afraid of you than you are of them. or, well, that’s what everyone tells you. you haven’t seen a spider have a breakdown because of you, but what do you know?
he holds you, gently tracing hearts on your back as he lets you cry your fears out. felix’s lips press against your softly, just for a second, before he pulls you in again. he draws your face into his shoulder, gently talking you through it. when he finally draws back, once your cries have stifled, he begins searching around.
“where’s bbokari...?” he mumbles. when he and chris are away, the plushies they gave you take their place (... alongside the others, sometimes, but you don’t tell them about that since you’ll never live it down). he moves, patting around until he hears chris come back. “hey,” he calls out, voice raspy with sleep, “do you see bbokari?”
chris stops for a moment with a “hm?” but looks over to your dresser where the group was last assembled. he reaches for the little chick, tossing him over to felix. he returns to bed soon enough after felix moves out of the way, gently guiding you back to the middle of the bed by the arm. he’s pushed bbokari into your arms, and already snuggled in next to you as chris pulls the blankets back over you all.
“it’s okay,” chris presses a kiss against your shoulder. “it’s gone. i took it outside. we’ll protect you, baby.” there’s a teasing lift to his voice, but you know he genuinely means it. 
“mmhm,” felix sounds, planting a soft kiss against your lips. “we’ve got you,” he promises. “alright?”
you snuggle in, both of your boyfriends cuddling in to keep you as safe as they can. it takes you a while to get back to sleep... but it helps to have your silly saviors nearby, always happy to catch and release the spiders and soothe you with as many kisses as it takes.
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sorrelpaws · 7 months
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no offense but i genuinely fear that their potential dynamic will go severely underutilized
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"so be sure to forgive him ASAP." (Killer accidentally hurting his SO)
What if you don't forgive him? What if he reaches for you dramatically while pretending to grovel and you flinch? If he notices you're tense and silent, not taking your eyes off him- normally he'd love that, but you aren't looking at him lovingly, or even with fond annoyance.
You're afraid, and it's directed at him.
Killer has an alarmingly one-track mind, when it comes to you. He will continue to pester you, every single spare moment he has, with the same big smile and silly energy and loving aura, as if nothing was wrong. It doesn't matter if you're laughing at his jokes or visibly pulling away from him in terror. He keeps going.
You're still scared? More stupid jokes. More apologies. More gifts. More nudging you with his elbow and saying "hey, watch this," before he does something that makes Dust or Horror regret waking up that morning. More smiling. More casually putting his elbow on your shoulder while he's talking to someone else. He will gnaw away at your fear response to him, piece by piece, until you're desensitised and you can start to love him again.
He's a deranged little persistence hunter, addicted to the way your smile fills the huge hole he carved out of himself. He will never let you go.
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bunnybabbits · 4 months
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I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST PJS MARINA
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chiliontherocks · 3 months
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who could've come up with that plan?
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that-squishy-robot · 7 months
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Luke being terrified that his and Din’s relationship has a one sided power dynamic. While Din is just like, “Haha, break my neck with your space magic.”
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gunsandaprons · 12 days
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Robin! Clover! Other person who’s off-camera! How have ya’ll been doing these days?
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"We’re just happy to get everyone out of the Underground and experiencin’ what the Surface World has to offer! It’s been pretty funny watchin’ folks get startled by stuff that’s normal to us!"
"Remember when Mr. Starlo thought a deer was a horse?"
"Yup. Nearly got his teeth kicked in. Needless to say, movin’ fellas up to the Surface has been… a work in progress."
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 9 months
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it does something incomprehensible to my little writer’s soul whenever alex articulates a phenomenon of the writing process i’ve always picked up on and then goes on to describe it in exactly the same way
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craycraybluejay · 5 months
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You said in tags once that pedophiles and child predators aren't the same, can you explain why? /GEN
For the same reason that people with any kind of attraction to anyone ever aren't all rapists/don't all pursue romantic/sexual feelings that could or definitely would hurt the other person. Because paraphilias are simply the morally neutral state of experiencing attraction and rape/grooming is Not That. Because people *choose* to hurt others, but not what they feel. Because a good majority of child sexual abusers aren't even pathologically/paraphilically attracted to children, they *just want to hurt them because they can.* Because they're dissatisfied with something in life, or want a punching bag, or want to feel powerful, etc etc.
It's not really different conceptually from physical abuse. Do people do it because they have icky feelings about liking blood or violence? No. They do it to feel powerful. Sexual abuse is not about sex but about power. Hope this answers your question. I've answered it a good million times on this blog but eh I'm in a generous mood.
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portablegoose · 6 months
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I thank the merciful lord every day that the magnus archives did not exist during the 2014 tumblr era, because if it had Elias Bitch Bouchard would 100% have become one of those selfcest tumblr sexymen and I don't think the fandom would survive that level of carnal degeneracy.
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