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proxima-writes · 2 months

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along for the ride

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

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summary: when joel finds out tommy put out a craigslist ad to get him a date for valentine’s day, he doesn’t expect it to go as well as it does.

author’s note: i finally finished something! was it anything from my extensive wip list? no! don’t think about it too hard! anyways, if you enjoy this fic, please consider giving it a reblog, a comment, or dropping into my ask box 💕

warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors dni), no use of y/n, pre-outbreak!joel miller, no mentions of sarah, little shit!tommy miller, blind date, internet safety whomst, vaginal fingering, oral sex, woman on top, p in v, dirty talk, pet names. let me know if i’ve missed any!

“I have a surprise for you,” Tommy says at dinner. Joel pauses, fork scraping against his plate.

“That can’t be good,” he sighs. “What now?”

“Why do you assume it’s somethin’ bad?”

“Last time you said you had a surprise for me, I had chickens in my backyard.”

Tommy laughs. “It’s nothin’ like that this time.”

“Well, then, spit it out,” Joel demands.

Tommy reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper that he opens on the table, smoothing out the creases before sliding it over to Joel.

“Reservation confirmation?” Joel reads. He recognizes the name of the restaurant, the kind of place where the waiters dress in all black and the menu doesn’t have prices listed beside the items.

“Yep. I got you your first Valentine’s Day date,” Tommy replies proudly. Joel glares at him.

“What do you mean?”

seeking valentine

36M looking to treat a lady to a date to remember. pic attached. email [email protected] with a pic and bio for consideration.

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You’re half a bottle of wine deep when you stumble across the Craigslist ad. When you click on the picture, your interest is further piqued by the handsome man that appears on the screen. He’s standing in front of a black pick up truck dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that stretches across his tan muscles. His brown hair is cut short, just enough length for you to notice that it’s beginning to curl across his forehead and by his neck. His beard frames a bright smile that crinkles the corners of his dark eyes.

Whoever he is, he’s hot. He’d be the perfect way to get over being dumped two weeks ago by your boyfriend of two years.

Your logic was lost somewhere between your second and third glasses of wine, which is why you click on the e-mail address in the ad and start typing. The reply is normal, at first, facts about yourself like your name and age and occupation, but you quickly end up derailing the message with an explanation about why this handsome guy should pick you, making sure to include that you’ve already got a reservation at a popular restaurant for the occasion. The picture you add is a recent photo from a cousin’s wedding that your aunt had e-mailed to you.

Before you can think better of it, you click send. You take one last look at the man’s photo before shutting your laptop and stumbling off to bed to dream of brown eyes and tan skin.

Joel taps his fingers against the white tablecloth, eyes fixed on the door of the restaurant. This is stupid, he thinks. Why did he agree to this? Why did he let Tommy convince him this was a good idea? He should have just told him no and been done with it but somehow he’s here, sitting at a table for two in a fancy restaurant and feeling like a sore thumb in the only suit he owns.

He’s lost enough in his thoughts that he doesn’t see you when you first come in, doesn’t realize you’re here until the hostess is walking up with you close behind in a beautiful dress and he suddenly remembers exactly why he agreed to Tommy’s idiot scheme.

“Joel?” You ask. He stands, nearly knocking the table in his haste to greet you. You lean in for a brief hug and he catches the warm vanilla scent of you before you pull away and smile at him.

He rounds the table to pull your chair out for you and makes sure you’re settled before returning to his seat. A waiter swoops by to offer the wine menu and explain the pre fixe menu for the evening while he pours two complimentary glasses of champagne into the crystal glasses beside your plates. An awkward silence settles when he leaves, Joel’s leg bouncing anxiously beneath the table as he tries to think of something to say.

“This is weird, right?” You finally say. “This feels weird.”

Joel breathes a sigh of relief. “That’s just what I was thinkin’.”

"Oh, thank god." You take a long sip of your champagne. "I can't believe I actually responded to a Craigslist ad for a date."

"I can't believe my stupid brother came up with this whole thing," Joel replies. "I could'a killed him."

Your eyes go wide. "Wait, your brother made the post? Why?!"

"He seems to think that at thirty-six, I should have had a date for Valentine's Day by now," Joel explains. "Why did you respond to the ad?"

"I had been drinking a lot of wine and having a lot of feelings and the internet was unfortunately not helping the situation."

Joel laughs, tension leaving his shoulders as he does. "We're an interestin' pair, huh?"

"Cheers to that," you reply, lifting your glass for him to tap his against with a gentle clink.

As the dinner progresses, the conversation starts to flow with surprising ease. No topic goes untouched, from jobs to hobbies to a long list of favorites. When you’ve exhausted those topics, you move on to swapping stories about your friends and families. By the time he finishes paying a hefty check (and declining your offer to split the cost), Joel feels like he’s known you for a lifetime.

"I had a really nice time, Joel.”

"Me, too," he replies. Christ, you're pretty, bright eyed as you look at him with a soft smile. He reaches for your hand, pulling you closer until your chest brushes his and can wrap an arm around your waist. "This okay?"

"Mhm," you hum with a little nod. Joel's gaze drops to your mouth and he finds himself wondering what your pretty lips would feel like as he kissed you. Would he be able to taste that chocolate torte from dessert on your tongue?

“Joel?” You whisper. He didn’t even realize how close he’s gotten, a few scant inches separating you now. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

He chuckles. “You want me to?”

“Please.”

Joel kisses you, warm lips moving in perfect harmony with yours. It’s chaste, until it’s not. It’s chaste, until his tongue sweeps against your bottom lip and dips inside to tangle with yours. It’s chaste, until his hands are pulling you closer with a tight grip on your hips and—

“Get a room!”

You break apart, startled by the shout from someone passing by on the sidewalk. You can’t stop the laugh that breaks free, your shoulders shaking with the force of it.

“You wanna get out of here?” Joel asks. “I can walk you to your car.”

“I took a cab, actually.”

Joel smirks. “You want a ride, sweetheart?”

Your face grows hot from the look in his eyes, the double meaning to his words not lost. He holds a hand out and you slip your palm against his, fingers folding together so that he can lead you to the parking lot down the street from the restaurant.

Joel opens the passenger door of the truck you recognize from the photo in the ad, helping you step up into the cab and going so far as to pull the seatbelt down, reaching across your body to fasten it. He looks up at as he pulls away, hand dragging across your stomach and making you shiver.

He shuts the door and gets in the driver’s seat, pulling out of the parking lot and following your directions toward your apartment. At the first red light, he settles his broad palm on your thigh, just above your knee, giving you a little squeeze. Feeling bold, you spread your legs the tiniest bit and Joel takes the invitation for what it is, sliding his hand higher.

The light turns green and the sudden movement presses you to the back of the seat, jostles you enough that your legs fall open further. You move to close them, but Joel’s hand moves again, high enough now that if you moved the slightest bit, you could probably get some relief from the ache that’s been building since he kissed you.

His pinky stretches, barely grazing your pussy, but it makes you gasp nonetheless, squirming in your seat from the want. At the next red light, he abandons all pretense, slipping his hand beneath the elastic of your panties and dragging his fingers through the embarrassing amount of wetness that’s already gathered there for him.

“Fuck,” he groans. You turn your head to look at him, his sharp jaw clenched tight as he circles your clit with his index and middle finger. “This wet for me already, baby?”

You moan in response, unable to form words as he touches you, alternating between soft strokes and fast circles over your sensitive clit. Your hips chase his every movement, desperate for relief from the pressure building in your core.

“Joel,” you whimper, grabbing his forearm, digging your nails into the muscle. Your eyes squeeze shut against the overwhelming sensations.

He turns the truck and hastily throws it in park, pulling his hand from you just as you were cresting that wave. You whine at the loss but he shushes you, undoing your seatbelt and getting out of the truck with a slam of the door. It takes you a second to realize he’s stopped because you’ve reached your apartment complex.

The passenger door opens and Joel is there, gripping the door tightly. “Let’s go.”

You lead him to your door on unsteady legs. He follows you inside your apartment, pressed close to your back while you set your bag on the table by the door.

“Where’s your room?” He asks, hands already rucking up the fabric of your dress. “I gotta finish what I started.”

You hurry down the hall to your room together and you silently thank your past self for cleaning up before your date. Joel wastes no time reaching for the hem of your dress, tugging it up over your head and tossing it into a heap on the floor.

“Fuck, even prettier than I imagined,” he groans, dropping to his knees. “Soon as you walked in wearin’ that I knew I was a goner.” He eases your panties down your thighs, helps you step out of them without toppling over. “On the bed.”

You obey without hesitation, crawling across your familiar mattress and lying on your back, head on your pile of pillows. Joel removes his suit jacket, eyes dark as his gaze roams across your body and makes your skin prickle under the intensity. His shirt and pants follow in quick succession, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs that highlight an impressive bulge.

Joel joins you on the bed and you’re hypnotized by the movement of muscle beneath tan skin. He urges your legs apart, calves draped over his broad shoulders to give him room to settle between your thighs. He looks up at you, holding your gaze as he takes his first taste of you with a deep groan you feel through your whole body.

Your head drops back to your pillow with a shout, legs tensing around Joel’s head. You bury your hands in his hair, holding on tight while he devours you. His tongue circles your clit before dipping down to your dripping center to curl inside of you. A thick finger follows, pressing deep and withdrawing slowly.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” Joel says. “How’s that feel, huh?”

“So good,” you moan. “More, please, Joel.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He eases another finger into you, curling them along your front wall with pointed focus. That knot of release tights again, your muscles growing tense with it the longer he moves with your body. He wraps his lips around your aching clit, alternating between sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and working it with his tongue until you’re shouting a string of curses and shatter beneath him.

Joel works you through your orgasm until you’re gasping for breath, more puddle than human. He crawls up your body, leaving kisses on what seems like every inch of you as he does and you pull him close when he’s face to face with you, kissing him deeply and chasing the earthy taste of yourself from his mouth.

His hips press against yours, grinding his length against your inner thigh. The kiss turns sloppy, his breath coming in sharp pants and thrusts growing frantic, skin dappled with sweat in the warm air of your room. You tilt your hips, pushing a hand against his shoulder to get him flat on his back with you straddling his waist, stomach flexing beneath you.

He’s deliciously disheveled beneath you with messy hair and kiss swollen lips. His hands find your thighs, sliding upward over your stomach to find your breasts, pinching a nipple between his fingers and making you hiss. Your hips rock over the softness of his belly and you reach behind yourself to palm his cock.

“Look real good like this,” Joel pants, flexing into your touch.

“Well, you did ask me if I wanted a ride,” you tell him.

You lean over towards your nightstand, tugging the top drawer open and rummaging around for a condom. Foil packet in hand, you lift off of Joel for a moment to allow him the chance to hastily shove his underwear off before settling back down on top of his thighs and taking his length in your hand with a slow stroke that makes his mouth drop open, cock pulsing against your palm. You lean forward, licking the flushed tip clean of the pre-cum gathered there.

“You’re killin’ me,” Joel says through gritted teeth. “Wanna feel you, quit teasin’.”

You decide to put you both out of your misery, ripping the condom wrapper and rolling the latex over him. You lift up and he holds his cock steady with a fist around the base as you position yourself over him on your knees and slowly take him into your tight heat, twin moans echoing in the room as you do.

When your hips are flush with his, the wiry curls at the base of his cock grow damp with your arousal as you rock above him, grinding your clit against him and clenching around his length. He holds your hips in a loose grasp, not urging your movements but feeling them as you chase your pleasure.

“Christ,” Joel moans, head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut. He plants his feet, thrusting up as you grind down and making you gasp. “Ain’t lastin’ much longer, baby.”

You lean forward, changing the angle and allowing him to pound inside of you, his cock pulsing as his release nears. You’re right there with him, the drag of his cock against that sweet spot inside of you making you tip over the edge with a shout muffled into the sweat slick skin of his neck.

He slams himself deep, cock pulsing as he spends himself into the condom inside of you. You collapse against his chest, the two of you catching your breath in the aftermath. When you roll off of Joel and onto the mattress, he’s quick to pull you back against him, your head resting on his chest.

“That was—“

“Yeah,” you interrupt breathlessly. “It was.”

After a moment, Joel quietly asks, “What now?”

“You can stay…if you want.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, fingertips brushing along your shoulder. “I want that.”

Joel’s phone rings at an ungodly hour the next morning. He struggles to find his discarded pants in the dark but when he finally unearths the obnoxious device, his greeting is a snapped, “What?”

“He lives!” Tommy cheers from the other end. “It was a fifty-fifty chance you were dead or in bed.”

“What do you want, Tommy?”

“Just checkin’ to see how the date went. Must’ve been pretty good, seein’ as how I’m at your house and you’re nowhere to be found.”

Joel rolls his eyes. “Fuck off,” he says. He’s about to hang up when he hears Tommy shout, “Wait!”

“What now?” Joel asks.

“Ain’t you gonna thank me?”

Joel snaps the phone shut, tossing it into the piles of clothes and crawling back into bed with you.

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 22 days

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Co-Star pt. 16

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n, Callum, Austin, Anthony and Barry's adventure...

Warning: Swearing?

A/n: Hey everyone, I'm trying to write the stories. But I'm in my finals exam and I don't have much time. I'm trying to post stuff, but it's hard. Love y'all :)

> Means Y/n response

@Official_Y/n

@Official_Y/n: My fellow Americans... We did gymnastic inside the White House...

Like by: 38 369 people.

Comments:

@Y/n_and_Callum4ever: Their running picture!!! So cute!!!

@Austin_Butler: You almost broke your ankle too. > Elvis... Stop spreading lies!

@Anthony_Boyle: I went to apologize for what I did to Lincoln... >You better be sorry, Booth! Stream ManHunt!

@Apple.TV

@Apple.TV: Night at the Opera for #CallumTurner, @Austin.Butler and @Official_Y/n

Like by 76 279 people.

Comments:

@Official_Y/n: Yes, me and Callum are dancing in the hallway. Yes, Austin was third wheeling.

@User173910: The third pic is Y/n watching her husband and her husband's husband.

@BarryKeohgan92: Where's my invite? >Not there :)

@Official_Y/n

Official_Y/n: Took a walk with these men... Here's the explanation behind the pictures

Exebit A: Callum being handsome as always.

Exhibit B: Austin smelling ⚘️🌷🌸

Exhibit C: A 🦋 taking Anthony for a tree.

Exhibit D: A 🐕 found Barry and wouldn't leave. Barry adopted that 🐕 :)

Exhibit E: I wanted to get a 🕷 to scare Anthony; but seconds later, I saw a 🐸 and got scared...

Exhibit F: Callum taking pictures of my beauty.

Liked by 58 368 people.

@Austin.Butler: Why was the caption so long? >Because... Don't question my methods.

@Sabrina.Carpenter: Why are you afraid of frogs and not of spiders?! > Spiders are cute, frogs are not!

@User6381: Why does Anthony look like an old grandpa? >Because of his hat...

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #master of the air #austin butler #anthony boyle #barry keoghan

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cutielights · 2 months

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Hey pookie!! I luv ur work sm and I was wondering if u could do a rottmnt boys x spider woman reader ab them reacting to her stopping a collider like miles did? Idek if u watched into the spider verse but maybe something like that if not u could wing it if you'd like tysm hope u have a good day/night! ❤️

>>:] yes. For the purposes of writing, im going to act as if you were a spider person for at least a year before this. Not supposed to be Miles’ story, but pretty similar (if that makes sense)

i waNT THE THIRD MOVIE. Frikin dying of miles morales deprivation over here, hand over the sunflower boy with in tact parents

@moonchhu THE OTHER SPIDER PERSON ONE TAG LIST

That Really Big Earthquake

LEO

“Heyyyy, I haven’t seen you in twenty four hours which truly is a record for us, I missed you, did you miss me? I bet you did right? Go on tell me aaaalllll about it.”

“So, I was just kinda minding my own business, y’know, thwipping and thwapping and going about being an awesome hero when I bumped into myself? Kinda. They looked like me, but they were different, and didn’t look like me, but, I knew they were me! Because my spider sense went off and they could do stuff I could do, but also some different stuff! And then we freaked out for a little bit before I went to auntie May to show her and she showed me four more other me’s who were hiding out in her basement and then we tried getting them home and we had to sneak about in this fancy restaurant wearing bow ties, and we cried and they went into this collider thing, also it turns out my favourite cousin was working for the evil genius corporation and he’s dead now and it feels like my fault, I’m so totally fine don’t worry about me. Howwasyourday?”

“Haha, what.”

“Stopped the collapsing of the multiverse.”

“Oh it sounds so simple when you put it like that.” Yeah okay sarcasm queen

Made you some tea after that, let’s just, take a breath for a minute, m’kay?

He has decided it’s a self care day now, at least he did after thoroughly checking you for injuries

How you do not have a concussion will always escape him, not one broken bone? Seriously? After all that?

Please remind him you’re an actual super hero and not a pane of glass

“Wait what was that about your cousin?”

RAPH

“Hey! How was your weekend?”

“Crazier than yours.”

“Okay, Bet.”

One explanation later sponge bob narrator voice

“Wait, so you’re telling Raph, that huge earthquake that happened, happened because of you and five alternate versions of yourself?

“That’s excluding a lot of things I just told you but, I am telling Raph that, yes.”

Huge bone crushing hugs are in order, according to him at least. And I mean, is he wrong?

Not letting you out of his sight for ages, please, Raph, let them go home

“Why are you so worried? I did it, I won!”

“It’s more the fact that it happened and less the fact that you’re mostly fine.”

DONNIE

Othello Von Ryan: Stay home, S.H.E.L.LD.O.N has picked up on some strange (possibly universal fabric destroying) activity. Also there has been some earthquake activity in the area you were in yesterday, not that I have a tracker on you. Because I don’t.

Only Two Legs: I handled it don’t worry :D

Othello Von Ryan: ?

Othello Von Ryan: Traverse to My Lab.

“Heyyy Deee.”

“Stop. Explain. This better be your attempt at humor.”

There was silence for a long while after you had messily glued together words to describe the past 24 hours, before he took a deep breath.

“First, How dare you stop the multiverse from collapsing without me that’s incredible rude. Second, therapy. Third, that earthquake and power surge destroyed My Lab, thankfully I have backup backups to my backups, but I couldn’t use the internet for an hour straight.”

“Y- You’re more concerned about the internet?”

“Not what I said. Now let me check you for a concussion.”

MIKEY

“Hey they took down those art displays.”

“The what?”

“Oh you weren’t here, BUT there was these reaaaallllyyyyy cool art statues along this street! Look, hey, look, I took pics!”

“Oh cooollluuuhhh that’s not an art display that’s five different fire hydrants merged into each other.”

“Haha yeah it does kinda look like that doesn’t it? I thought it was supposed to be a dog.”

“Mikey, no-“ You pulled him aside into an empty alleyway, trying to explain what had happened over the past twenty four hours.

It was an interesting experience, but you got there eventually.

Best believe this boy is giving you the biggest hug ever, and then buying pizza.

Oh, and Dr Feelings is going to be paying you a visit. Multiple. You can’t escape him.

“So they weren’t art displays?”

Speedily bulk writing and scheduling rn bc im going on a holiday with zero internet.

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punkpandapatrixk · 7 months

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The Kind of Sad You Can’t Understand

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why.

For such a long time I lived with this kind of mood without being able to express it anywhere, not to anyone. I was struggling for my sanity; I was constantly thinking of destroying myself; and I was hoping someone would see me, and rush to save me. But nobody ever saw that of me.

I was a badass. I was a cool girl. I seemed to everybody else a smart, talented, expensive girl who's got all her shit together. Even on days she wasn't all that together, she had an enviable life anyway. I appeared on the outside too glamorous for anybody to even imagine that on the inside I was rotting. I was this close to being dead, all the time.

Who in their simple-mindedness would've thought a girl like that could be so macabre all the time? And that’s how I experienced an entire life witnessing people’s lack of empathy. I guess my point of view was fragmented but that was how life was for me anyway. Ironically, some intuitive peeps who were able to see the macabre in me thought I was frightening more than anything HAHAHAH That was all the same in the end. Enough with the gossips. I don’t know what normal people expect from everybody else they meet, to be honest. I don’t know what I’d expected from them either.

I guess it’s because the society I grew up in was like that that I couldn’t bring myself to show anybody my distress. Trauma. Mental illness. Disordered personality. All of that was nothing but insanity. And insane people don’t belong in society.

So simple. Yet so cruel.

Thank you, Jesus. Mother Mary. Catholic Church. Thanks for all the rejection. I’m SO happy now!

That’s fucking twisted.

In a society brimming with nothing but pretenders, we meet and chit and chat and act like all of our troubles are manageable to say the least. ‘Yeah, it’s not that bad, to be honest.' But it was; you've just got to pose real strong otherwise people think you're a loser. 'I guess I’m OK.’ But you weren't; you've just got to really make it sound like you're still keeping it together. 'I'll be just fine.' But you wouldn't know; you didn't even know if you'd still wanna be alive tomorrow.

In the midst of all those meaningless exchanges, I hated quite nothing more than to hear, especially from men, how strong I was as a woman. I hated it like I'd never hated anything in my life.

It was suffocating to be seen as holding it together when you were literally breaking at the seams...

I wanted someone to be able to notice I was screaming on the inside. That I was gasping for air every second I was sitting there listening to their trivial chitter chatter. Who cares about your silly drama? Would you care for mine if you knew my life was on the line? And I hated those expectant eyes. All of them. Were they expecting me to share in their self-made woes and console them in the end? HAH. Go to hell, losers.

I always thought, none of MY problems were created by my own reckless behaviours that would've obviously hurt myself or others. Not in the beginning, at least. Unlike some idiots, I was never into drugs, one night stands, or even smoking; I never caused anybody any trouble. So why did everybody cause me trouble when all I wanted was just a peaceful, normal life? Shit, what even was my IDEA of a normal life? I can't remember now.

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why. There's always not enough reason to do so now. Haah... If it weren't for my abundance of Aquarius, which makes me incredibly lazy and antisocial, I'd have paraded around town and rallied to become a Neo Hitler and kill everybody in this rotten world. I hated this world so much.

The first ever PAC I put out here was ‘What’s Your Crazy?’ What ever was my reason for writing that? I was crazy and I needed some explanation.

I used to look like the girl in the third pic before I chopped all of my hair off everyone began to suspect I was gay. I wasn’t gay; I was depressed. Those unassuming idiots.

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queer-reader-07 · 3 months

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hey um, theres a lot of you here! like, a lot more than i ever expected to be here.

hi! i'm glad people find my endless ramblings, shitposts, and general musings on life interesting (and apparently some of you even think i'm funny. nice!) i hope you stick around for never ending good omens brainrot, stem major shenanigans, and a general love for the world <33 this community is wonderful and i'm grateful to be a part of it!

so here's a little face reveal! (under the cut lol) (mostly for shits and giggles because for as much as i talk about my makeup i've never posted it)

(i think there's a post with my face buried in my blog but we're ignoring that rn)

lil photo explanations because i'm extra like that

first pic is from the day i saw KiNG MALA live, and my friend told me that i looked like i "could kill a man" (if you look closely i have stars on my eyes ✨)

second pic is just fun and vibey and feels very Me. it's quite possibly my favorite photo of myself. a friend told me i look like sunshine personified in it :)

third pic is from my birthday, right after i got my hair dyed purple!

fourth pic is just because my makeup looked cool. asymmetrical black & white makeup makes me happy for no reason in particular (it's good omens it's always good omens)

(gonna be so real i got this idea from @ineffabildaddy when he did a face reveal <3)

#personal #face reveal #not technically good omens #but i somehow manage to make everything good omens #love y'all <3 #this community is wonderful

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nowandthane · 3 months

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OC Name Meaning

got tagged by @sillyliterature to do this! thank you <3

Rules: google and post the meaning of your OC'S name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

this is gonna be long i have a LOT of children 🧍

Sarani Shepard: meaning protector, guardian or path (gotta be honest, i knew about the first two and it's why i chose the name, but the third is a surprise to me when i googled again for this). I already kinda HCed Sarani (who had a different placeholder name at the time) as being part Indian so I was intentionally finding an Indian name that would fit. her LIs call her Rani sometimes which means 'queen' and 'joyous song' and that second one feels especially fitting as she doesnt let anyone else use her first name, and she is very happy to have people she loves and trusts 🥺

Mars Shepard: my new child i just made last night whose face isnt done yet xD got the idea of using space names from @xoshepard (thank youuu <3) and I went with Mars because roman god of WAR and also gender fuckery 😌 she's gonna be romancing Kaidan!

Nayima Surana: means gentle, delicate, tenderness. this is kind of hilarious because while that's how she starts off being her experiences have hardened her a lot 😔 i dont have a pic for her im gonna remake her when (if) i ever get back to playing dragon age. also goes by Naya (renewal, fresh). we can say that shot of darkspawn blood renewwed her and freshened her up!

Riyaad Hawke: my canon hawke is garrett riyaad is a random dude the hawkes adopted dfjkghk. name means 'beautiful garden'. if you cant tell, i almost stole his name for myself xD

Bintang: 'bintang' is the Malay word for star

Arianwen Trevelyan: means silver, blessed. she's an andrastian and blessed made sense because of that, and her hair is like blue-silver so yeah (silver when she was born, darkening to blue, was the canon i made for her i believe)

Bronwen Trevelyan: similar meaning, fair/white and blessed. she's aria's twin so it made sense.

Veara Lavellan: my lavellan used to be Valora and pretty much just chaged her name for veara. the most i found on the internet is that it means 'special' lmao

anyways i do have more OCs around here somewhere but i'll stop there kjdfhgkd

no pressure tags: @mxanigel @xoshepard @poetikat @sweetmage @azurechicken @malabadspice @illusivesoul @westernlarch @menacingmetal <3 <3 <3

#tag games #oh god now to tag all of them dfjkghdfl #sarani shepard #mars shepard #nayima surana #riyaad hawke #bintang #arianwen trevelyan #bronwen trevelyan #veara lavellan

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whatshisfaceblogs · 7 months

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BTVS “Every Outfit” “Witch” *redo* Xx

You guys I have a confession… it’s a pretty long winded explanation as too how I skipped two whole looks but I’ll break it down for y’all!!!

Way back when I started this project I had a rule that I wouldn’t include looks that you don’t get a good look of or are only on screen for a few seconds.

This rule legit only ever excluded two looks from this episode that honestly shouldn’t have been skipped haha!

No one ever called me on it but in good conscience I can’t leave this unfinished, it’s called every outfit for a reason and I wanna be the guy that drew all of B’s looks so I went back and fixed it.

(For reference it’s the first and third look in the second pic)

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #buffy summers #buffy #buffythevampireslayer #buffyoutfits #fanart #artwork #buffy fanart #btvs fanart

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catiuskaa · 1 year

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drunk-dazed [i’m yours]

fluff… slight nsfw and even angst if you blink real quick

taking care of the sick + drunk love interest trope (because iT WORKS AND ITS FUN)

ANDD?? THIS PICTURE OF HYUNJIN??? LIVES WERE CHANGED.

〜 ♡♡♡〜

“This shit won’t go away!”

You cackled at the sight of the everlasting sunshine, also known as Lee Felix, or as some would say, your best friend, that was currently fighting against some contact lenses that he couldn’t take off.

“Need a hand?” You teased.

“Need you to shut up, I can do this.” He grinned at you through the mirror.

Felix had recently moved to this bigger, better place he had found thanks to a so-called “friend” of his —because you knew Lix was head over heels and just absolutley into this Changbin guy you hadn’t met- yet. A friend of Changbin was in need of a roomate, and after several meetings, hanging out together and getting to know eachother, Felix moved in and you got to meet the guy. Not your best friend’s love interest, which you would meet later, but him. The roomate.

Hwang Hyunjin.

If he had told you he was a professional model, you would’ve believed it. You gave Felix a look when the tall boy with blond locks wasn’t paying attention, and lifted your eyebrows with a smile.

“He’s hot!” You meant. The Australian boy got that by your face and giggled, grinning at you with a sly smile-

And that’s when you knew you’d sorta fucked up, because when the little sunshine’s lovelife was marked as checked in his needs, he always had turned to yours, attempting of setting you up with people you’d expressed somewhat interest in. But, for some reason, your friend kept sucking at his Cupid moments and the people kept either running away (he would argue that ‘that just happened ONCE’ but it happened) or kindly (sometimes not so kindly) rejecting you.

And well, after some time bumping into eachother due to your countless visits to the boy’s apartment in hopes of running away from your own roomates, you could say you maybe sorta kinda developed a teenie tiny crush on his cute roomate. The moment you told to the boy with freckles, he did his weird magic.

And it turned out exactly as expected. Well, actually, Hyunjin didn’t really reject you personally.

Lix had aproached him while he was painting. He rejected the idea of going out with you. In a quite mean way. They had argued for a bit. He had frowned and at the end, left.

Over simplified, you had listened to Felix’s explanation of the situation, face pampered in confusion. Even though the Australian had said that Hyunjin had been in quite a mood for the past week, Yongbok had apologized till exahustion, until you insisted that he should just take his make up off and go to bed. After the lenses moment, he did.

Still, you didn’t leave. You could’t, not just yet.

Not like it was a big deal, but Hyunjin hadn't come back since he had left that afternoon, and it was getting late.

You wandered around in the kitchen, eating some almost-expired raspberries, just a tad worried about your bestie’s stupidly cute roomate. You then launched yourself into the sofa, scrolling through your feed when you saw it.

Hyunjin’s instagram shined back in blue light. You blinked, surprised. Hwang always kept blabbering about taking care of what he posted, even more than the art he made. According to Lix, Hyunjin had been a bit mad when he left, but something inside of you kept telling you that all hell would break loose if he realized what someone- cause there was no way in hell that the blond boy would post this. You shivered. It was a stack of pics on his stories. The first one, yeah, it was ok. The second one, yeah, he looked good- not that he looked bad in the first one. But the third one? Lord have mercy. A impulsive thought caresses your mind as you wondered ehat would the reaction be if you stroke those amazing abs with your tongue.

He had posted a picture which clearely screamed “I am drunk”, laughing like he would be unable to do so in a short time, eyes shaped like crescent moons and mouth almost wide open. And did I mention his white shirt was not only a bit messy and see-through, but also unbuttoned. As in, that chiseled chess table could be seen by all those people in wherever the hell he was, and now all of his followers too -and that wasn’t a small amount of people. He’d be crossed about it, sooner or later. And mad people were always a pain in the ass to deal with. And you liked the boy, lets be fair. You aproached the kitchen and starting preparing a special beberage that you uncle had taught you, one that knocked hangovers away and killed most of the dizziness away, plus a coffe for yourself. You knew you would need it.

For a moment, you thought it would feel weird. After all, its not like it was something that you would do for anyone, or that you expected the same treatment from him. You were just doing it because… well, because. For some reason it didn't feel odd, rather like something you could keep doing if you could help him, and also if that meant he wouldn't be angry at you. It didn’t hurt you if he was now, because you didn't really do anything to the boy with bleached locks, therefore couldn’t know how to make amends or start all over... still, trying to come up with an idea regarding how exactly to deal with it. You sighed, wonderind in your mind if you were just a loser waiting and caring for someone that had already rejected the idea of going out with you when suddenly, Hyunjin opened the door, coming back... a bit tipsy.

Well. Definetely more than just a bit, and more than tipsy. High-key drunk, to be honest. You pouted at the sight, but it didn’t surprise you. At least he remembered how to come back. You sighed a bit relieved, aproaching him. "You... you still here?" He mumbled messily, fighting hard to keep balance on those long legs of his. You looked down, fidgeting with your fingernairls.

"Yeah... I'm... sorry, I guess." "Maybe I should be saying that" he said insted, surprising you. You grinned soflty at him, seeing how hard he was trying to not collapse all over the floor. Yeah. High-key drunk for sure.

"C'mon, lets get you to bed. It's late." Suddenly he started retching, as if he was going to vomit. Oh, fuck. You turned pale, quickly taking him in front of the toilet as he started... well, you know.

"It's ok, better outside than inside." You tried joking as you kept some of his hair out of his way, and he smiled lightly, sitting against the cold tile wall as if it was the only thing that could save him.

You bit your lip as you settled your hand on his forehead, trying hard to ignore the massive 360° spin you stomach had made when Hyunjin smiled lazily, and the earthquake that remained when he leaned into the touch of your somewhat cold hand.

“Hey, Hyunjin. Are you cold or in pain?” You asked. For a moment you were glad that you never chose medecine as a career path. You were doing something great for the world when not putting yourself in these kind of situations. At least, that’s how you felt about it.

“Well,” he started wobbily, but with a solid confidence. “First of all, am I hot? Indoubtebly.” He stopped talking, and you nodded, thinking that was it and he was just drunk, but he continued. “Now, would throwing myself to an olympic swimming pool at -40°C while being punched in the guts resemble to my current state? Absolutely.”

“So you are drunk…” you tied your hair up in a messy bun. “And sick.” You cursed under your breath.

So. Sick people. Aid. C’mon brain, do your thing.

You looked at the mirror in the bathroom and the situation showed up in your mind sort of like a puzzle. Sat on the cold bathroom tile in your best friend’s appartment, with someone that had rejected a date with you sitting in front of you, a mix between yellow and white colors on his face as he started sweating and shivering.

“First, we need to sober you up. And shower, if possible.” You stood up. Looked at him. “Ok. We’ll most likely skip shower.”

You helped him stand back on his feet and you took him to his room. That was the first time you’d been there, but there would be some other time to be nosy, so you didn’t pay attention to it. Instead, Hyunjin had collapsed into the bed after your command, and as softly as you could started taking his shoes off, following with the jacket he was wearing. You emptied his pockets and left everything on the nightstand, not really looking into the contents, because your mind was screaming to you, something you didn’t quite know how to approach.

change his clothes.

You shook your head sideways. You’d do that later.

After taking the biggest container in the kitchen and leaving it next to the blond boy, you also managed to set a towel beneath him, in case he would wake up and vomit.

Because he had just fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself. Then the idea came back.

change his clothes.

You sighed. Bright red. Opened his closet. Took some random sweatpants. And then got closer to the sleepy man.

He was almost drooling, yet he still looked handsome as ever. Mind blank, you started unbuckling his belt.

don’t look, for the love of shit.

As quickly as you could, you unzipped and pulled his pants down, replacing them with the ones you’d taken fron the closet.

As you pretended that you hadn’t look at his cute bubble butt, you layed on the bed next to him, still as far as you could so you wouldn’t annoy him. After laying a damp cloth on his forehead, you fell asleep with him.

[…]

It felt like too soon, and it probably was. But Hyunjin had woken up, sweating, eyes bluntly opened, and overall scared.

“Hey,” you cooed. “Hey, little prince, its okay.” You approaced him, caressing his damaged but soft blond hair. “I’m right here. It’s ok.”

He was still looking at the celing, as if he hadn’t listened to what you’d just said when he started gagging again. You quickly turned him as he vomited inside the container you’d picked up before. Such a smartass, Felix would’ve said.

“I’m… sorry.” Hyunjin said.

“Hey, it’s ok. It was just a fever dream. I’m here. Go back to sleep, ok?”

He looked at you, eyes glossy as your heart ached for a second. He raised his hands to his features quickly. He looked… frustrated? As if he didn’t know how to react or respond?

“God, you’re just…” You looked at him, a hint of amusement in your eyes as you waited for him to continue. “…insane.”

Well that you didn’t expect, for sure. It was such a weird thing to say. Which you commented, and he just laughed kind of breathlessly.

“I’ve been feeling like shit for the past weeks. I’d need to apologize to Lix later… I took it out on both of you. I’m sorry.”

“You know you can talk to either of us when you need, Hyun. Don’t worry about it, I get it, shit happens.”

“It’s just that… well one thing stupid lead to another, I was already having a bad day, and then I got called… Kkami, my dog, he… he might need to go through surgery. I know, it’s not… there are worse things, but…” his hands were covering his eyes.

You almost launched yourself to him, trying to hug away all of his sadness and worry. “Don’t belittle what makes you feel things, Jin. If it makes you feel something, then its important.” He slipped his arms around me and pushed you just enough so you remained as close to him as you could, your legs tangled around his.

“But I was mean to you and Felix. And I- I don’t… that’s not what I want..” His big hands cupped your face, and you followed with one of them almost automatically.

“Don’t get you tiddies in a twist, Prince.” You giggled, he snorted. “It’s ok for you to feel things, and if you know you did wrong then say it. End of story.”

“Still, I lied… Your face is red. Did I make you mad?”

Fuck, exposed. “No, Hyun. I’m happy that you trust me.”

He tsked. “If it wasn’t for my big mouth, right now I could do other things. Like dating you.”

“Jin, this a proposition?” You giggled jokingly.

“It’s a warning.”

“Go to sleep, little prince.” You snorted. “Repeat your words tomorrow, sober, and you might get lucky.”

You were bluffing.

Like, 85% joking. Couldn’t believe for a fact that the drunk, caring man that fell asleep beneath you was being honest.

But surprises happened, and this time, it happened sideways.

“A package for Mr. Hwang?”

“Yes. It’s here, thank you!” You mentioned, slipping past Hyunjin’s confused manner and smiled to the delivery man.

“What-?”

“Got you a new paint cleaning set! You…” You rubbed your neck, sheepishly. “You mumble when you sleep, and you said something about needing one… In my defense… eh… I have nothing to say in my defense, I just…”

You would’ve kept on rambling if it werent for some strawberry flavoured lips on yours. It was barely for a second, but it made your whole body reset for a good solid second.

You looked at him as red as the jacket he was wearing.

“Sorry. You’re cute when you don’t mean to, couldn’t resist myself.” He was biting his bottom lip, one you were wishing was against your own.

“Excuse you, little Prince. Take me for a date first.” You joked, in an unkown attempt of picking up yourself from the shock or something.

He smiled, siren eyes looking deeply entertained. “Lets go to my art studio down the street. And yeah, shortcake, its a date.”

well, point for Felix. That was a first.

soft hours

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kimbapisnotsushi · 20 days

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here are some more miscellaneous post-ts headcanons but this time we're not going pro teams we're taking a walk on the side of your average working adult let's go!!

okay let's be real do we REALLY think lev is in charge of his own social media accounts bc i feel like that's a dumpster fire waiting to happen

i'm going to say yes because it's funny as hell

he tweets things like "lol i worked with [insert older veteran actor here] today i had no idea he was such an asshole" and gets frantic phone calls from the pr team like three seconds after posting

his instagram is also full of like. really blurry casual pics and just doesn't look professionally curated at all but the fans love him for it

i'm actually super curious as to whether he gets typecasted a lot and if so i'd love to know what it is

i want to say goofy comic relief side character?? so when he gets selected for a serious drama role nobody is expecting him to blow it out of the water but he does!!!!!!

also another thing lev does that gives his pr team a heart attack is when he posts anything vaguely related to his love life. which funnily enough are the only quality non-shitposts he does himself

like you've got the aesthetic silhouettes against a wall, the hands intertwined on a candlelit table, the vague tweets of "so lucky to wake up next to you. wish it would never end <3" and everyone's going WILD trying to figure out who it is

(and, well, nobody is going to notice shibayama yuuki liking the posts amidst all the other pro volleyball players who do, right?)

shirabu's got a rep in med school for having the worst fucking bedside manner of all time

well not really i think he's like. the kind where fellow/older colleagues and such judge him for it and they think that he could stand to be a LITTLE bit nicer but if he works with kids or whatever i bet the kids would actually really like him.

he's dry and straightforward and calm and takes them seriously and treats them like adults. the only thing he does to baby them is dumb down the medical jargon into an explanation they can actually understand

ugh shirabu actually makes me really soft for what an asshole he is

oh but if you're a bitch ass bastard for no reason he'll try to be as snarky as he can be without like. getting reported to hr or whatever

sorry i know this probably isn't how medical professionalism works irl once again i just think it'd be really funny

also can i just say that i think it's the funniest fucking thing that komi became an actor. like where the hell did THAT come from

i feel like he got thrust into doing a role for a class play during cultural festival season and got hooked on it probably? because literally when else would he have the time to get into/practice that kind of shit

that's probably a fun fact he drops during a magazine interview or something LMAAAAO

"yeah volleyball practice took up most of my time, and i never really thought about doing anything else. but then things changed in my third year of high school when i got cast for cinderella . . ."

speaking of fukurodani. yukie and kaori my beloveds

i skipped out on them during my managers post which i regret deeply and dearly so here they are!!

full disclaimer i don't know how sports promoters actually work i'm assuming they promote whatever sports games they are assigned instead of just sticking to one sport only? which means that whenever kaorie gets her hands on something that isn't volleyball she gets a dozen texts from bokuto moaning about betrayal and treason and all that

when kaori gets with someone she meets through work (so someone on a pro sports team) the rest of fukurodani are like "okay but he's a BASEBALL PLAYER" as if being a baseball player is the most atrocious thing a person could be

kaori's like "guys come ON i told him all of you were cool!" and everyone's like "now why in the world would you tell him that"

yukie has a decently popular cooking channel that is loved not for her yummy recipes or her aesthetic filming but because none of her kitchenware matches

she just collects whatever she likes + a bunch of shit that's been gifted to her and while it should make her kitchen look cluttered it's all just very cozy and lived-in

like. all her pots and pans are different colors and themes. no pair of chopsticks are the same. she has a ladle shaped like a dinosaur and a teapot glazed with magnolias on the side

her recipes DO slap tho she and osamu collab a lot

UGH i love them living nice fulfilling adult lives i wish that were me

#hey guys i am. slowly trying to get back in the game!!#haiba lev #shibayama yuuki #komi haruki #shirabu kenjirou #shirofuku yukie #suzumeda kaori #shibalev #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

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shivroyslut · 1 year

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spn pongal moodboard for @spnpocdirectory's cultural exchange event day 4: traditions/festivals explanation of pongal below cut:

Pongal (பொங்கல்), or Thai Pongal (தைப்பொங்கல்), is a Hindu harvest festival celebrated by Indian and Sri Lankan Tamils every year around mid-January (it follows the Tamil solar calendar).

There are officially four days of Pongal but most people only celebrate three or less (personally I only celebrate the second day and a little of the first day because Pongal is not easy to celebrate in urban areas/countries).

The Four Days:

Day 1: Bhogi Pongal (idk what exactly bhogi means I'm sorry)

Bhogi Pongal is about starting anew because it is the last day Marghali month according to the Tamil calendar. People celebrate by wearing new clothes, cleaning their houses, and discarding old possessions. And they discard their old things by gathering around a bonfire and burning everything 👍 (reason for choosing the pic of Sam and Dean standing by a bonfire).

Day 2: Surya Pongal (Surya = Sun)

Surya Pongal is the main day of the festival and the first day of the Thai month. This day is dedicated to the sun god (reason for choosing the pic of Cas looking at the sun). To celebrate this day we make the pongal dish in a decorated pot as seen in the second image. Traditionally, the pongal dish is prepared outdoors and as a group. So the pot is placed over a fire and milk is added in. Once it starts to boil, freshly harvested rice and cane sugar are added. Eventually the pot will start to overflow and when this happens everyone will shout "Pongalo Pongal" which translates to "may this rice boil over. In urban areas its typically just one or a few people making the dish in the kitchen on the stove. We also decorate our doorsteps with kolam (which is depicted in the third image)

Day 3: Mattu Pongal (Mattu = Cow)

Mattu Pongal is a day where we worship the cattle because they are sacred animals in the Hindu religion. The cattle are adorned with flower garlands (as seen in pictures 7 and 8) and their horns are painted. The cows basically get special treatment that day like being fed pongal and other natural sweet treats and are bathed.

Day 4: Kanum Pongal (Kanum = to visit)

Kanum pongal is about reunion and visiting family and friends (which is why I chose the middle picture)

#supernatural #spn #pocnatural #desinatural #pocnaturalculturalexchange #tamilnatural #trees photo edits and misc

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envihellbender · 2 months

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Backrooms fatty

Characters: u/urbexmallrat (OC), unnamed monstrosity

Content: fat monster, creepypasta thinly veiled fetish, impossibly big

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r/FindingTheBackrooms posted by u/urbexmallrat 21 hours ago

Anyone seen this monster in the Backrooms?

Hey guys,

I was recommended this subreddit by r/urbexuk after no one there could help me. I thought The Backrooms was just a dumb creepypasta but honestly it’s the best explanation for what I stumbled upon. Bit of background, I’m a photographer, I’ve had pictures published in National Geographic so I’m the real deal. Outside of this occurrence I’m just a normal guy with a camera, I’m really into urbex and working on a book right now. There’s a shopping centre near me that I went to as a kid in the early 90s. I’m from a small town just off the motorway and the building used to be this huge busy place a couple of miles away. There was an arcade, cinema, all that stuff. It was really, really huge. It’s so weird to me that it was abandoned and honestly, it’s terrifying and fascinating to me that this place is completely deserted and being taken over by nature when I went there every weekend until I was 12.

Just to set the scene, here’s some pics of the place. Maybe it’ll be familiar to someone and you can explain away what I’ve seen. Hell, I’d love it if someone could do that.

The first photograph is of the entrance of a shopping mall, the windows have been smashed or bordered up, and the tiles on the floor have weeds and dead grass growing through the cracks. The walls have ivy and half dead trees clinging to them, and beneath that is a Starbucks that has had all of its furniture removed and strange symbols spray painted on the walls and floor inside of it. There’s a giant fountain in the middle of the entrance walkway, the water inside it is murky and covered in a strange slime. The second is of the entrance to an arcade. The machines are covered in a thick layer of dust and there are forgotten toys in a crane machine. There’s some strange orange teddy bears that are filled with stuffing in odd selections that have lumps in them. Their eyes are tears in their fabric, they look like a strange cross between a rabbit and a goat. The third photograph is taken from an above walkway showing the floor beneath, there are some abandoned shops and an outdoor coffee shop that has a couple of feral cats sitting by a dormant and decrepit coffee machine.

See? It’s called the Silver Bells Shopping Centre. I’d be interested to hear from anyone else who remembers it because none of my childhood friends or family remember it. So weird. I still have a Garfield Teddy from the crane machine at that arcade, it sits on my shelf. Here it is:

The photo shows a strangely shaped stuffed animal, one of the orange toys from the previous picture.

Anyway, I was using the opportunity to go find parts of the place we don’t usually see. I intended to go see some back storage rooms then go to the cellar. I guess I found that… anyway, I went to the food court which was kept on the lowest level and found a McDonalds. I hopped over the counter and slipped down the back. There was a lot of rats living in the now empty deep fat fryers but I figured live and let live. Weirdly I don’t remember having left the kitchen, but I must have done. I walked forwards, expecting to reach a door to take me out to some storage place. Instead I was walking for a good five minutes without going through anything and when I turned round the McDonalds was gone and there was just that terrifying yellow painted brick wall. I took some photos:

The first photo showed a family of rats living in the deep fat fryer, five were staring at the phone with bright red eyes. The second shows a blurry wall with light yellow bricks. The third, forth, and fifth all show different parts of the corridor, they all look essentially the same - yellow bricks, which stone floor, and nothing else distinctive.

So I had no idea how I ended up there but honestly I was mostly just assuming I was lost and took photos to help find my way back. I was wandering around these corridors for a long, long, loooooong time. My phone alarms kept going off - I have one at 2.30pm, one at 5:10pm, and one of 7:30pm so that’s how I knew time was moving even if my mobile clock hadn’t moved (yeah I know, how were my alarms going off if the time on my phone wasn’t moving, no idea!) After the last alarm I finally saw a door, and was over the fucking moon, so happy I got scared of going through it. Kind wish I hadn’t. Well. I guess doing that meant whatever weird monster I saw could guide me out, after it took what it liked from me. I can’t explain what I saw, or how I got out. And it doesn’t matter. I don’t care, I just wanna know what the fuck happened to me and what the fuck did I see. Here’s the monster I saw, doesn’t seem to match any monsters you guys have on file so I’m hoping that I missed something. Not sure how I feel about being the one who found out about a new species …

These sets of photos are much worse quality than the other pictures, and it’s not entirely clear what they are. The first shows a strange pile of flesh, a bright light - perhaps the camera flash - reflects against it. If you focus you can see that there’s a smattering of black hair over it, and angry purple marks where the skin has stretched obscenely. At first it simply looks like a closeup, but the photographer’s shadow shows that the navel or the occupant is significantly bigger than the owner of the flab. The second shows the adipose from a different angle, there’s one gigantic hill of fat, there’s another on top of it, and one more. This looks more human, but the way the light flashes and reflects on something on the otherwise of the wall shows that the height of the photographer is half that of the lower most fat roll. The third is an eye, a milky brown iris with bloodshot whites, that is crushed between a bloated cheek and sagging forehead, causing it to be a pinprick. The final photo shows the photographers digits held up against two enormous bloated brown lips, showing that just one of the slug like features is larger than the camera man’s entire hand.

So yeah. That’s the monster I found. If I had to estimate the size… well, it was significantly taller than me and I had to climb on it to get most of the photos. I’m six foot three, and I barely came up to its navel. I’ve seen elephants, whales, and stuff but none of them came close to it. Honestly if I didn’t know any better I’d say the creature was as big as I predicted the shopping mall was. Does this mean anything? Anyone see anything similar?

Update 1: please can every ignore my teddy and focus on the actual post lol

Update 2: I don’t know everyone’s focusing on my teddy but it’s Garfield lol don’t any of you remember Garfield?

Update 3: ignoring every question about my teddy now lol but thanks for everyone who asked me about the monster. Seems this isn’t a common experience but u/roadkillnapster pointed out that without a decent photo that shows more of the overall shape, it’s possible it’s a known monster that’s gotten really fat. Seems possible to me. Any fleshy monsters that could be similar?

Update 4: wow I wasn’t expecting so much conversation off my post, lotta people want to see it and have asked if I could show more videos and photos. I mean I don’t know but I’ll see if I can set up a livestream, so glad a lot of you wanna get to the bottom of this too!

Update 5: and thanks for freaking me out about my Garfield teddy, the wool is doing this weird expanding thing so it’s doubled in size and now I’m all scared it’s haunted lol

#envi writes #Backrooms fatty #fat monster #extreme weight gain

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