#do they seem to OOC?

[thesherrinfordfacility]

i will never be over how disappointed aziraphale looks when he has a box full of plants immediately shoved in his face, and when crowley has no hesitation in offloading them all back into his car

the split second he takes in the first one to realise that crowley practically had his face pressed against the window, plants waiting at the front door, ready to get them - and himself - out of there. and all jokes of oogling his arse aside, the sudden, instant, reflexive, tight, forced smile when crowley looks at him whilst getting them inside the bentley.

i've ummed and erred over whether aziraphale knew about crowley living out of his car, but no - there is no way he didn't know. he absolutely knew. aziraphale loves trains - he could, and probably would, have taken one - but this is an excuse to get crowley into the shop and stay there. when we land on the shot of him behind the wheel, he looks so happy. not only has crowley accepted for him to drive it, a major show of trust and partnership, but almost like, following the "we both get plenty of use out of it, don't we?" line, he is so confident that he's finally secure in the knowledge that he's given crowley a home, and that home is where it's always been, where he's always belonged - with him.

#when these two berks finally stop trying to communicate in riddles and codes and gestures its going to seem so ooc #do they know how to do anything else. truly #good omens #s2 meta

[starrylevi]

Can you do more Levi and chunky baby.

Of course!!! ☺️ Okay so this kind of got away from me. I had trouble figuring out how to end it so if the ending seems abrupt I apologize 😅

🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣

“This little sucker’s got some weight on them.” Hange teases with a smile as she pokes the baby’s cheek.

“Sounds like you’re just weak.” Levi retorts. “Give me my child.”

Hange rolls their eyes at him. “I never said it was a bad thing, Levi.”

Levi stares at Hange for a few seconds before he relents.

“Your dad’s so easy to anger.” Hange speaks in a childlike voice to the baby. “Good luck, kid.”

“Certain people are quick to anger me.” Levi corrects them as he throws a glare their way.

Hange’s eyes light up when you walk into the room. “Ah, y/n, could you please tell your husband to lighten up?” They request as they walk over to you, your baby babbling on their hip.

You quickly look at Levi who rolls his eyes and you shake your head with a chuckle. “What did you do this time, Hange?”

“I just said your baby’s got some nice weight on them.” Hange says with a smile before looking back at the baby. “Don’t cha, ya little plum.”

You sigh with a smile, knowing your baby’s weight is a touchy subject for Levi. “I’m sure you didn’t mean in a bad way.”

Hange looks back at your husband as if to say ‘See, Levi?’

“However, you should be careful about what you say around him. I won’t be liable for any injuries.” You tell Hange with a smirk as they pass you the child.

“You gotta tell your auncle to be careful with their words or daddy will hurt them.” You take them into your arms, kissing them on the cheek, emitting a happy babble from them. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Hange says mockingly, making you giggle, before they walk out of the room.

You walk over to Levi whose eyes soften as you get closer. “Hi.” You greet him softly before you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey.” Levi sighs as he gently pulls you in by the waist for another kiss, minding the baby. “And hello to you too.” He gives them a gentle kiss on their forehead.

“I was thinking of taking a shower. Do you mind?” You ask him.

“Of course not, give ‘em here.”

After you leave the room, Levi puts down a clean baby blanket on the floor before he sets a colorful inflatable water mat right in front of it.

“Alright kid, it’s tummy time.” He places the baby down on their stomach with their upper half directly on top of the mat.

He watches as the baby becomes fixated on the squishy fish and ducks floating around in the mat. Their chubby hands try to grab at the fish while they try to hold themselves up. “There you go.” Levi says under his breath. The baby doesn’t typically like tummy time so you and Levi tried to think of different ideas to make it more stimulating for them. This inflatable mat is what you two decided on.

They seemed to be entertained for a few minutes before he sees their little body slowly roll themselves over so that they’re on their side. “Where do you think you’re going, hm?” Levi gently grabs the one chubby hand in the air and brings it back down so that they’re upright on their stomach again. The same thing happens a few more times. “Now you’re just being a little shit, huh.” He watches as the baby rolls over for the last time on their back. “Wonder where you got your stubbornness from.” He mutters to himself as he picks up the little chunk. The baby babbles and taps his cheeks with their little hands. “I’m sure that was fun for you, wasn’t it?” He asks them, earning a babble from them as a response. “Yeah, I bet…”

Levi grabs one of the baby snacks on the dresser before sitting down on the rocking chair you begged him to get, baby on his lap. “What am I gonna do with you?” He shakes his head as he opens the bag and feeds the baby a snack. “Should we just leave you somewhere?” Levi asks thoughtfully. As the baby chews on the snack, they look up at their father, their big sliver eyes mirroring his. The way they’re looking up makes it seem like they understood what Levi said. “No you don’t like that idea?” The baby continues to stare at him, making Levi let out a chuckle before he feeds them another snack. “Love you bud.”

#sorry about the ending #I don’t know what happened #smh #i’m so obsessed #I feel like I need to work on how Levi talks to the baby #does it seem ooc? I’m so anxious about it I don’t know if I’m doing it right 😭 #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi drabble #dadvi #dad!levi #manda writes

[p1op166]

Part 2!

Also if you’re wondering what TDL was thinking of it was this

#art #my art #ava dark lord #fanart #ava fanart #ava tco #ava tdl #ava the chosen one #hurt/comfort #I don’t know how to do hyperlinks. I think I need computer for it ♪♪♪ #I’ll get it sort it out eventually #I’ve realised that giving tco a sleep wear makes the scene less emotional #ooc #I think. at least from ava ep 2 from where I last watched it seems oretty ooc to me

[ghouljams]

fae!soap’s darling is one of those crazy makes you throw up poems in her notes app girls

Ding ding ding, here's the threat, the hard darling, the crazy girl

Warnings: Very public sex, themes around addiction/interventions(if you squint)

This is really Gaz's hunting ground. The thumping bass, the technicolor lights, the sea of people. But Soap isn't looking to hunt tonight. He's drained, wasted some of his best magic on a musician that wouldn't pan out. What he needs is thoughtless, what he needs is sex. He catches your arm as you walk past him. The prettiest thing in this hole.

"Can ah buy ya a bev, Bonnie?" He asks, watching your eyes flick approvingly down his body.

You've never been one to pass up an easy catch.

He presses you against the wall, his tongue insistent against yours, hands gripping your hips tight. You get the feeling this guy just got out of a relationship. This sort of intensity only comes from trying to forget someone. Which is good for you, means less talking.

Soap slides a hand from your hip to push between your legs under your skirt. The club is loud, crowded, not very well lit, good for a quickie. You're already wet at the prospect of it. You can feel his smile against your lips when he feels just how soaked you are. He pulls away from kissing you to press closer, speak in your ear where he knows you'll hear.

"All this for me, hen?" He's cocky, you like cocky.

"Could've been for my date if he'd found me first." You tell him, you don't think he's used to being a second choice. Cocky guys never are.

"Just have to make it f'me then," He tells you low and dangerous, fingers rubbing you through your underwear. You smile, tipping your head to suck at his neck as you rock against his fingers.

He's good with his hands, you'll give him that. 

Soap pushes your panties to the side, fingers collecting your slick before pressing into your hole. They’re thick, dextrous, crooking to stroke your walls with practiced precision as the heel of his hand grinds against your clit. You hum, your hips following the stroke of his fingers. He pushes them against the spongy spot near your entrance over and over, stirring need in you like he has a direct line to your orgasm. You press against him, twist your fingers in his shirt desperate to hold onto something while he works you up. You drop your forehead against his shoulder, grind against his hand as you focus on the tight knot in your stomach. 

“Come on sweetheart,” He whispers, lips catching the shell of your ear, “be good for me, yeah?” You nod all too eager to cum when you can feel his hard cock pressing against your leg. That’s what you really want, you can pluck at a few strands and push yourself over the edge if it means you get fucked after. You shake against him, his fingers never stopping as your walls flutter around them. You can feel the slick dripping off of you when he pulls them out. 

Soap opens his belt and fly one handed, pulling his cock free, his slick fingers pumping it, getting rid of some of your wetness before his hands hook under your thighs. He lifts you with that wonderful inhuman strength and pins you between the wall and his body. You wrap your legs around his waist as he thrusts his cock against your slit. The weight, the angle, god when he fills you he fills you. Gorgeous thick cock pushing your gooey walls apart to make room for itself, the length of him hitting you deep enough you feel it in your stomach. You purr, clenching around him as you squeeze your arms around his shoulders. 

“Fuck you’re squeezin’ the life outta me, bonnie.” He groans as you tease your teeth against his pulse. That’s the idea. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, your t-shirt the only thing protecting your back from being scraped against the wall, and you bite him as he bounces you on his cock. 

The drag of his thick length is hot enough to make your head spin. His hips snapping against yours, hitting that deep spot that makes your toes curl, that makes heat knot in your stomach again. You moan into your bite, doing your best to muffle yourself when all you want to do is scream. You’re oversensitive, and he is driving you back to the edge as he chases his own high. You do your best to meet his thrusts, distract him from your fingers threading through the tethers that lead off of him. There’s got to be something in- You pull on a painter’s thread and Soap shudders, pressing hard into you as he cums. 

You feel the trap on your back light up, tugging attempting tethers into the sink like a black hole. Sexual energy fills you as nicely as Soap’s thick seed. Your legs feel a little weak when he pulls out and sets you back on the ground. You lean against the wall, catching your breath as he tucks himself back into his pants. You give him a thumbs up when he reaches to… you don’t know, check on you?

“I’m gonna find my date,” You tell him. A look of confusion crosses his face, you don’t give him time to respond before you disappear into the crowd. No need to stick around and deal with whatever baggage he’s got.

-

You bump into Soap at a shitty underground show your friend dragged you to, promising cheap drinks and hot potential hook ups. Normally you're a one and done sort of person, men are so emotional you really can't spare them more than one no strings attached fuck. You don't think this guy has even heard of feelings the way he holds you against his cock and grinds against you in the dim lights on the outside of the mosh pit. He certainly doesn't seem to feel anything but desperate when he bites your shoulder.

"Too many people," You tell him as he soothes his tongue over his bite.

"Wasn't a problem last time," You roll your eyes, yeah you'll give him that. People are a little more watchful here though, this show is at a bigger risk of getting busted up by the cops. You're not getting cuffed outside the bedroom again.

"Ok well it's a problem this time, so find somewhere private." You gripe, hearing a grumble of protest before Soap pulls away to glance around the venue. "Think there's a loft somewhere, might have a bed." You pick at your top, waiting on Mr. Bitey to come up with something better. His eyes dart around the top edge of the warehouse before nodding.

You half lead, half follow him to the loft space overlooking the party. You test the lock as he tests the bed, or the mattress. What is it with punk guys not having bed frames? Is a bed frame too establishment? Better than nothing you suppose, and the place looks clean. Now that you think about it this might be the band’s place. Funny.

You don’t really want to stick around here too long. You drop to your knees in front of Soap. His hand moves immediately to drag fingers along your jaw, tip your head to look at you. 

“Wouldn’t want anyone else getting this view,” He tells you, you roll your eyes more focused on getting his belt open than whatever charm he’s trying to hit you with. It won’t work anyway, you’re more than protected against his magic. Still, it’s always funny seeing weavers try to work you.

“Your dirty talk could use some work,” You tug his pants down, wrap your fingers around his cock. You hadn’t seen it last time, but it’s just as pretty as the rest of him. You’re careful as you drag your tongue along his length, slicking the pump of your fingers. Soap swears over you, eyes fixed on the movement of your mouth. You put on a good show for him, kissing his thick cock between strokes of your hand, sucking at the head and lapping at the beading pre-cum. Your eyes lock on his, enjoying the way his pupils dilate for you. 

“Fuck you are good at this,” He groans, watching you swallow the length of his cock. You hum affirmative, your hand leaving his cock to cup his balls. You’ve done this enough times, you should be at least competent at it.

You can feel the pentacles on your back starting to turn, the itch of warded magic. So compliments are part of it. Noted. 

Soap’s hand presses against the back of your head, and you’re happy to give him a second just to feel your throat constrict around him as you swallow before you’re bobbing your head. Your tongue drags along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins and circling the head. You never take your eyes off of Soap, too eager to watch him lose a piece of his composure. 

And he does, the cracks in his cocksure mask slipping as he swears and bucks into your mouth. Curling over you with a low moan when he does finally cum. You lick him clean as more hooks get redirected by your ward. More threads worked into your trap. Insurance.

You leave to find your friends before he can get it in his head to ask about the tethers.

-

You're talking to a guy at the bar, half interested too, when someone catches your arm and drags you away. You yank your arm away in protest and round on the guy only to realize you recognize him. Fuck what was his name, you've hooked up a couple times before.

"Oh hey, Mr. Clean, welcome back." You absolutely fumble whatever he's actually called. He barely seems to hear you, already dragging you towards the bathroom. The broken mirror and sticker covers stalls barely register over the way Soap kicks a stall open and pushes you into it. He locks the stall door behind you, and turns the both of you so you're pressed against it, dropping to his knees.

"Why is it every time I see you, you're with someone?" He asks, hardly waiting for the go ahead before he's dragging your shorts down.

"Bad timing?" You joke, he doesn't laugh frustrated with something. Not you, you think, otherwise he wouldn't press his mouth to your cunt with such an eager groan. You thread your fingers through your hair and exhale as you feel one of your hooks grab him. His tongue rolls over your clit, stoking the rapidly igniting heat between your legs, you wonder what’s got him all worked up. You suppose it doesn’t matter, he’s an easy meal.

You let out a shuddering breath, his tongue following the movement of your hips as you try to keep quiet in the empty bathroom. His mouth is hot, a furnace befitting a summer fae, just at the edge of too warm for you. His lips close around your clit, fingers digging into your thighs to leave bruises for the rest of the bar to see. The suction makes your hole clench, and you can feel the way slick smears with each drag of his hungry tongue. Eating you like a last meal, fast and aggressive. Like he can’t think of anything but your cunt. 

He might not be able to. You’re never sure about your dosage for repeat customers. Coaxing his energy just a little heavier, feeling the rush of it when he palms himself through his pants.

“Good boy,” You purr, enjoying the shiver that sends down his spine. The renewed need that has him pressing his tongue into you, tasting you from the source. You press your fingers a little more insistently against the back of his head, hips bucking to follow the stroke of his tongue. He needs this, you think, needs the easy rush as badly as you do. An addict chasing their high.

His tongue twists and you whine, pressing your hand against your mouth. He does it again and you know he wants to hear you. But that won’t happen here, and he sure as shit isn’t coming back to your place. Still, it’s good, electric and wet. The attention to your clit sends sparks up your spine, paying you back for leaving him last time. 

His hand leaves your thigh to push his fingers into your cunt as his tongue flickers against you. His fingers crook, twisting and stroking until the added stimulation makes you push down hard against his mouth, whining loud into your hand as you cum. 

You feel his tethers hit your trap hard as your legs shake. His groans against you, fingers and tongue still working your clenching cunt into overstimulation. You grab a fistful of the tethers leading off of him and yank him back. He stares up at you with glassy eyes as you pull your shorts back up and tumble out of the stall to get the fuck out of dodge.

-

Soap stares daggers across the bar table, his fist tightly pressed against his mouth as his scotch sweats in front of him.

"What's bit your ass?" Gaz asks, barely drawing Soap's attention away from the space over Price's shoulder.

"Ah'm bloody starvin'." Soap snaps, the other three men at the table exchange a look. He's been through more artists in the last three months than ever before.

"What happened to the bird with the violin?" Gaz tries, voice measured and slow to keep the concern at the edges. Ghost's brows twitch together watching Soap drag a hand down his face.

"Only gave me one piece."

"Any good?" Price chimes in, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Soap frowns.

"Really good."

"Then what's the problem?" Price presses. Soap doesn't know. It used to be enough. Ages ago one haunting piece could keep him for months, years if it was good enough. He was patient, he wasn't as jaded. What happened?

"Johnny," Ghost starts, Soap turns his glare on him, Ghost glares back switching tactics as the concern leaves his voice, "Find a new meal. There's a reason leanan don't live long." Soap scowls.

"Ah found one, and they don' give two shits about me."

"Sounds like a nice change of pace." Ghost says dryly. Price nudges him. 

“You got any tethers in ‘em?” Price asks, trying to ease the Scot’s tension. Soap stops, thinking. He’s met you three times, he should have something, but as far as he can feel they’ve been empty interactions. So why do you fill his head at every spare moment? Why does he want to see you so badly?

“Not one,” Soap says finally.

“Christ you’re as bad as Ghost,” Gaz groans. Price stays silent, gaze heavy, inspecting. He snuffs his cigar after a moment, and pulls a new one from his pocket.

“I’m only gonna ask this once, so I’d think real hard on it,” Price strike a match to life with his fingernail, lighting his cigar with narrowed eyes like he’s worried Soap might lie, or might not know, “How many hooks they got in you?”

Soap counts zero, nothing, tries to feel for anything new that might have latched onto him. He’d know if a human got a few hooks in him, especially if he hadn’t gotten any in them. But the longer he thinks, the more he feels them.

Intricately latticed gossamer threads dig haphazardly into him, squeezing the other tethers and wrapping around old hooks. They constrict and expand just shy of tight. Just shy of noticeable. Now that they have been noticed, the feeling makes him shudder, it’s unmistakable. Soap drags a finger along one, hissing at the blood it draws, the way the line lights up red before falling away. Gaz leans back away from him, pressing against Ghost’s stiff form. Price exhales smoke across the table, the tendrils latching onto the spider silk threads and snapping them.

#Did no one consider that Soap's darling might not be an artist? #or at least not one in anything but body language #What do you give the man that's never had to work for his darlings affection? #a chase #wow ghoul this seems like another case of two unhealthy people finding love with each other #and what about it? #I have a lot of apprehension around this darling and Soap #my worry is I've gone too ooc for Soap #but I think seeing his own destructive habits mirrored will snap him back to sweet soap #need someone to be genuine for this man #I've been thinking too many sad thoughts about Fae!Soap #Imagine a life knowing no one actually loves you they only love what you give them #afab reader #x reader #fae!Soap #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x oc #hard darling

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Creator: Mm, art block. What to do...?

Creator: What do you think, wackus bonkus?

"Wackus Bonkus" (Hand): make angst

Creator: ohh, you naughty wackus bonkus

#ooc #not queued #literally me a few weeks ago trying to force myself to not get bored of this blog #this is my excuse for making angst #also it might not seem like it but Ink is my favorite character #he's so like #idk #he's so interesting i like him so much i just don't like writing from his perspective #i love making him a really dark shade of morally grey where he's not a good person but he's not like #a bad person #he just exists a certain way #i do like dynamics between Ink and Swap where Swap is trying to see from Ink's perspective and understand him #but also on this blog him trying to justify Ink's actions because he's a friend clouds his judgement of what's generally morally correct #sorry for the ramble i really like this little paint boy if you can't tell #aforementioned ramble is correlated to the next post for the record #not very confident about it but i do want to show character stuff and give little spoilers n hints about what's happening #i gave the silly little blog a proper timeline/storyline oops #updated to include the wings i forgot to draw fml

[transgayhawkeyepierce]

I'm imagining that in a fight with Hawkeye, Charles would be like, Only the Finest Education and Breeding Can Grant You True Proficiency In The Sartorial Art of Boxing. Behold Pierce, my Elegant Form-, and Hawkeye cold clocks him, making Charles fall to the floor with a cartoonish spin

#Yeah yeah I know there was that one ep where he 'learns' Karate #m*a*s*h #mash #It's been a while since my last rewatch so let me know if this seems OOC #Like I can see Charles not boxing because of his hands but it's such a rich bitch male thing to do in college #hawkeye pierce #charles winchester

[jack-loves-bella]

Hi Jack. How did it feel to beat the ever living shit out of Hannibal?

Therapeutic.

#hf!rp #nbc hannibal #hannibal #jack crawford #jack-loves-bella #hannibal lecter #ooc: yk DAAAAAMN well that jack needed that and absolutely got out all of his frustrations #ooc:except didn't get to kill him which i am ngl thinking he wanted to do since he started to seem okay with murder?? #ooc: literally wanted dolarhyde and hannibal dead #ooc: hannibal the therapist are. IRONICALLY the best one. #asks

[cog-go-boom]

i guess while were on it: met chip revvington? another manager with some real baggage (and not in a pun way)

[[OOC:]] cake belongs to @whatwishesare! this also counts as a gift for you ^^

#sitting on the table NOT very professional is it mister? #... well! those two are having a good time it seems. and this is the only place i respect so i'm OUTTA HERE! #... ohhh im telling MOLLYYYY.... #[answered ask] #[frostbite] #[cake] #chainsaw consultant #chip revvington #guz art #[[OOC:]] PLEASE DO NOT LOOK AT HIS LEFT ARM. AND WE GOOD. I CANT BOTHER POSITIONING IT AGAIN. IT TOOK LIKE 6 SKETCHES TO GET A POSE I LIKE #WELL NUFF SO I COULDNT BOTHER AT THE END ok perspective is just odd. huzzah! #sorry for taking since december to answer this one i wanted it to be good #toontown corporate clash #I WAUNT PPL TO SEE..

[abyssruler]

dottore x reader but it’s a modern au teacher-student college au, where you’re forced to be his accomplice after you catch your biology professor hauling a dead body out of the school’s lab when you were in second year. now you’re about to graduate and you just realized you’ve developed, ugh, feelings for your crazy but also a total hottie of a professor slash best friend slash partner in literal crime slash the world’s most obvious serial killer. it’s truly a wonder how he hasn’t gotten caught yet — oh that’s right, he has you to thank for that.

“You murder people, but you won’t kiss me because I’m your student?!”

“First of all, I don’t murder people, I study them—”

“And then you kill them after.”

“—And second of all, I’m not a predator.”

“Do I look like a damn teenager to you?!”

#why do i only seem to write comedy and crack #because it’s fun #ok would any of you believe me if i said this was supposed to be spicy af but my mind took a u turn #and i suddenly realized how funny this concept would be #and i was right #god i can’t wait to write this #dottore is gonna be so ooc but i don’t care this is my version of manga dottore <3 #manga dottore you will always remain supreme #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #gn reader #genshin shorts #concept

[the-three-pure-souls]

So I opened my game today and the wolf is STILL ON LUNCH BREAK

WHAT ARE THEY EVEN DOING ON THEIR LUNCH BREAK THEY'VE BEEN ON LUNCH BREAK SINCE FOUR IN THE FRIGGiN' MORNING

#Shipwrecked 64 #My posts #my posts #SW64 #ooc #WHAT IS THE WOLF EVEN DOING #I KNOW TIME WORKS WEIRDLY IN DEEPER LAYERS BUT STILL #I'm not actually mad btw #I just thought it'd be funnier if it seemed like I was

[kiitruss]

its time for another installment of detco tweets bc over time i make them but then forget that theyre there and now theres a lot

and also theres a lot of heiji because i clearly have a favorite

#making these makes them seem ooc but so in character at the same time its so odd #i either copy off an existing tweet/thread #or it comes to me in a vision #either way i love these because i love imagining them being casual and like. actual teens that say and do weird shit #dcmk #hattori heiji #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #kazuha toyama #detco #detective conan #heishin #shinran if you squint and tilt ur phone to the left

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i really want people to realize that i don’t hate lip or fiona because i think people may be starting to think that. lip’s my third favorite gallagher, i don’t like his actions and i personally believe he’s a misogynist but he is also one of the best written characters on the show

#fiona’s writing isn’t as good #it’s fine but emmy’s acting makes it better #lip and debbie are probably the most well written if you ask me #like as much as ian is my favorite they make him say so many ooc things and often use him just to mock queer people #and his writing started off pretty good but it got to a point where it seemed sloppier #i think that cameron’s acting and the gallavich romance plot really helped fix the mistakes the writers made with him #carl and liam are probably the worst writing wise because carl is literally just used for comedic relief half the time #as for liam he barely spoke for 7 seasons and they never understood what to do with him #but debbie and lip are solid characters and all of their actions make perfect sense considering what they endured #and while this also applies to characters like ian and fiona- as i said their writing tends to be a little weirder #just my opinion tho and it isn’t slander of anyone but john wells #shameless #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher

[nyanfish]

(WIP)

it's so important to me that tsuge is a gay loser w no game.

#something abt tsuge is still bothering me but i think minato turned out great #maybe minato is a bit ooc here but eh. who cares. #they all seem to be pretty different in each adaptation anyways #cherry magic #tsuge masato #wataya minato #tsuge x minato #tedpost #tedart #wip #wtf is their ship name. do they have one. theyre literally a couple. #totally ok to rb btw cause idk when and if ill finish it #I NEE DTO DO REQUESTS AND AN ART TRADE RAAGRGRGG #havent had time nor drive to draw lately

[greiiliss]

Cleo's running from the infected, scrambling up the mountainous mesa. Except, no, they're up there too, she realizes, shielding the sun out of her eyes as she makes out a few shadowed figures at the top. So she turns tail and starts half-running, half-sliding down the sandy slope.

"Over here!" Martyn hisses, gesturing towards her and ducking into a random cave.

If she weren't in such a pressing situation, she might've actually considered it. Might've followed Martyn to whatever trap he was trying to lead her to, stepped out of the way at the last second, and mocked him relentlessly when it failed. If she wasn't running for her life, she could've taken a second to smile at the indignant squawks he'd make while she laughed.

But she is running for her life, and Martyn's red, and she knows all too well that he's not particularly trustworthy even when he's not, so she doesn't even need to think twice as she starts digging into her pockets. "No, thank you, I'm going this way!" she shouts, chucking an ender pearl as far in the opposite direction as she can.

...

Martyn hears Cleo teleport away, and the zombified yellows and reds chase after her. He huffs in frustration. This is, what, the fourth time he's tried to do this stupid task? And it still hasn't worked!

It brings back memories, though, he thinks, giving each other advice and running from enemies. There's even a couple wardens running around somewhere, just like old times! He smiles a bit, remembering how many fishing rods it took to kill just the one. How many would they need this time?

And then the smile falls from his face as he remembers something else, something less pleasant. Feeling his own hand shoving at his back, the hard yank on his heart as the invisible string around it was pulled down, down, down, and then splat! Every bone in his body breaking and every nerve on fire as he hit ground that he didn't actually hit. He'd respawned in his own bleeding heart, panting and pained and apologetic. Fall damage isn't the most pleasant way to go, and he would know, he's died in a lot of different ways now.

He spots where the zombies are searching for Cleo after having (comically) lost her yet again, and then glances back at the mostly-covered-up pit behind him. He puts his pick back into his inventory and picks up his task book. He heads out of the cave, wondering if maybe he should go to the Secret Keeper and re-roll. For no reason in particular, of course, he just wants to be able to actually get something done this session, that's all!

He falls a bit as he goes down the mountain, barely avoiding losing a precious half a heart, and the heart in his chest skips a beat. The phrase "bad at maths" swirls around his head, and he winces.

Sometimes it's better for a trap to fail.

#i don't think i've ever actually written anything for this fandom before so apologies if it seems a bit ooc #i just couldn't stop thinking about the parallels between what martyn was trying to do and That Scene in double life #trafficblr #secret life #secret life smp #slsmp #life series #secret life spoilers #greii writes

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Finally out of the damp hallway. This one is creepier but not as dark as the last one! Also an actual floor. Even if it unsettles me cause the light comes from nowhere . haha .

#.... #okay solidly thought i saw a shadow man for a second #doesnt show up in the image do you see the. moving shadow. ;-; #sidekickblr #sidekick posting #sidekickcore #((ooc tags follow)) #unreality warning #there's no moving shadow Indigo is having in universe hallucinations that im trying not to seem too serious

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calling on my college shuggy au enthusiasts:

I'm stuck in the middle of writing chapter 5 because I realized that I may have made Buggy ooc in this chapter and I would hate myself if that was the case... so without trying to spoil too much... what would be a good reason to make him cry?

is losing something he cares about and being yelled at good enough or is that just things to make him angry??

If it's not enough pls give me reasons to make him at least angry cry because I'm lazy to change the entire chapter... haha ':)

(I don't have any friends who watch op who I can ask for this pls help, any type of response pls I'm losing my writing groove overthinking this, I have no beta reader either so I'm on my own lol)

EDIT:

Thank you, Buggy Nation! I'll be sleeping calmly after finishing this chap knowing he won't be completely ooc :')) (if anyone is looking for it: link is in a response in the comments)

#shuggy #college au #shuggy au #asking for advice for a fanfic #because i do NOT trust myself once I'm on a roll #everything seems eithery so in character or just increadably ooc #and i hate it.