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#get it? motherfucker? mother fucker?
saintchaser · 2 years
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james: marlene, you're a motherfucker
marlene: yep
james: but you're my motherfucker
marlene: god, i WISH i was your motherfucker
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vcrnons · 8 months
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so. i just nearly died.
#shut up j#bugs & insect cw ahead#real. like actually real.#I was in the bath ok.#minding my business. consuming content. as a bitch does.#out the corner of my eye i thought I saw something flying but i checked and there was nothing so I just went back to watching this video#literally 30 seconds later. BIGGEST. MOTHERFUCKING. DADDY LONG LEGS. IVE EVER SEEN. flies around the shower curtain#the scream i scrumpt. was so loud. my mother ran upstairs thinking I was being murdered or some shit.#she bursts into the bathroom like WHATS GOING ON and I’m like THERES A DDL and she looks like she wants to kill#me herself.#valid honestly but [redacted] please some of us have phobias ANYWAY#so she’s like where tf is it and I looked up and I could see it on the window so I’m like right there GEDDIT. so she did.#I saw it fall out the window and we closed the window and everything was fine#I go BACK to my bath expecting peace#these fuckers said peace who I’m here to ruin your night because about 15 minutes later GUESS WHAT#ANOTHER ONE COMES ROUND THE SHOWER CURTAIN#I SQUEALED AGAIN BECAUSE OF COURSE I DID?????#and I stood up because it LANDED. ON. ME. so I’m trying to get it off and I’m gen about to start crying#and then it started flying towards me again so I screamed Again and stumbled and FELL. I FELL.#IN THE BATH. FUCKIN. WATER SPLASHES EVERYWHERE. IM STILL HYSTERICAL.#mum comes in AGAIN and is like BITCH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. and I’m like THERES ANOTHER FUCKING—#and she’s more worried about her mf bathroom because the floor is like. to be fair. there is not a dry inch of floor. BUT HELLO???#let’s think about ME?????#so we got rid of the other one and the anticlimactic ending is that I washed my hair and am now sat in my bedroom with a sore throat#but Jesus fucking Christ#HAPPY AUTUMN I GUESS. DAMN. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#I need to sleep for 5 years
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I am so filled with rage over something I know is inconsequential but I have no idea how to get rid of this feeling where I want to tear this world apart throw him into the depths of hell and scream for a thousand years
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rowretro · 1 month
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If your requests are open, can I get hard yandere Jake or Ni-Ki where they punish reader for escaping and staying with one of their friends?
𝕺𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌…
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✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), shirtless-ish riki, somewhat gore, mentions of sex
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"Oh my sweet little y/n... I knew you were stupid but for you to be this stupid?!..." Riki tutted, a mocking pout on his lips, his shirt drenched with the blood of someone you called a friend. He barely knew you, yet he befriended you just because he knew you were in the danger of Riki. Your stupid self just had to believe Riki wouldn't know that the motherfucker would be keeping you in his house.
He was pissed. No he was beyond pissed, words can not explain how bad of a decision she made. Riki wasn't too into murdering people or ripping them apart, but for her? god a little blood on his hands was nothing let alone stabbing a dagger with her name encrypted into this so called friend of hers? heck he could even leave the body out because not even a family member was there to want him.
"Oh well... he lived a miserable life anyway.... this was your fault y/n. You know better than to trust a strangers word over mine. Fuck the fact you trusted another man. went into his house. wore his shirt. AND FUCKING LEFT ME?!" He finally yelled causing her to flinch, he stabbed him crazily as you screamed for him to stop, tears streaming down her cheeks. "STOP CRYING FOR HIM!" he screamed, slapping her painfully on her cheek.
he knelt down before her dark eyes, peircing into her as he groaned, he threw off his shirt "Mother fucker got his filthy blood all over my comfortable t-shirt. The one you should be wearing right now." he sharply said. The man was pissed. He slapped her yet again, ripping off the T-shirt she wore as she carried her and dropped her in the bathtub.
He didn't care that it was hurting her, he turned the tap on as he applied soap to the sponge and aggressively rubbed on her skin. "I know you wouldn't sleep with him. But you still hugged him. You still went in his house and sat on his rubbish sofa. Fuck imagine all the germs in that shithole you went to." He spat as he chucked the sponge at her and yanked her hair. "Clean yourself up and go to bed." He simply said before leaving the restroom.
"Oh no... I hurt my poor y/n oh sweetie... You need to know what you did is awful... you need to feel the pain I did... but I won't make it hurt as much as you hurt me because I love you... you can tell me anything.... did you have sex with this fucker?! is that why you're wearing his ugly shirt?!!!" Riki asked, as She stared in horror, and disgust. Riki chuckled
That very night, was the first time Riki hurt her, though it hurt him more to hurt her. He stepped out of the shower, smiling as he saw Y/n sitting on his bed, wearing his sweater, how it fell just off of her shoulder, her tears gone as she reached out to hug him, she just needed comfort... and she accepted her fate.
"So cute, I know you won't do something like that with some low life... awww my sweet innocent y/nie, so vulnerable and gullible, sweetheart, he's a pervert, he lied to you, he did this so he can use your precious body. You know I've never done and never will do that you know why? because I love you..." Riki explained as he cradled her in his arms.
He palnted soft kisses on her face "Oh my poor darling y/n... don't ever leave me... I can't live without you!" He said as Y/n placed a soft kiss on his plump lips, giving into his toxic love. She can't help it though... isn't it a good thing that he'd even kill for her?.... so many men have only hurt her, humiliated her or wanted to hook up with her but Riki... Riki loves her...
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funtheysaid · 9 days
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IWTV 2x01 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)
- That title card for Delainey felt very stage play to me (ahhh I adore the theatrical elements for this season)
- Ooh I love the idea that vamps can take on the emotions of whosever blood they’re drinking - it’s like the vampire equivalent of when werewolves can smell ppl’s emotions and fears through chemosignals (a la Teen Wolf iykyk)
- “Disregard” is the funniest shit ever 😂 Oldmaniel they could never make me hate you
- There’s a Real Rashid OMFG ??? Lol imagine he’s not actually Rashid and they pull one over on us again I’d fucking shit myself
- “Your love was in a box” OH MY GOD EAT HIM UP DANNY BOY
- OMG OMG LOUSTAT ITS HAPPENIGN ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE SHUT UP
- I MISS YOU TOO LESTAT
- “Quite fucked” 😏😏😏
- “mon amour” “mon cher” “love” IM GOING TO EXSANGUINATE MYSELF ISTG
- The singular finger on Louis’ chin 🥲 so delicate so soft so bad for my mental health
- I like Emilia
- “They are not used to seeing man with good looks” OKAY I know they’re just racists BUT she also wasn’t lying bc beautiful Louis is canon god bless you Jacob Anderson
- Lol Morgan a little fruity
- OOH memory is a monster! They be redoing scenes as Louis “fixes” his memories !!!! That’s gonna show up again for sure :))))
- “Stupid Halloween costume” Daniel Molloy the brat that you are (is okay, Armand likes brats) *cough cough*
- I’ve never seen someone *elegantly* close an iPad before. Armand, you have bewitched me.
- The fucking sexual tension between DM is stifling 🥵😶‍🌫️ Um if this is us “not getting Devil’s Minion” then I think imma be okay
- Claudia pushing the little racist boy 🤪🥹 we can’t help but to stan
- WTF AMC you can’t just jumpscare me with a Grace photograph :’)))
- “UP YOUR BUM” EXCUSE ME MORGAN I KNEW YOU WERE FRUITY BUT SIRRRR?
- so the makeup department really put their whole sfxussies into that decrepit ass abomination
- Louis: Alexa, play Mr. Steal Your Girl by Trey Songz
- Claudia calling Louis Daddy in S1: ☺️🍭👼 Claudia calling Louis Daddy in S2: 😖🤢😟
- I’m dubbing Louis “The Rat Prince”
- “If he can’t take you ballroom dancing and call you pretty” ICONIC.
- “the motherfucker” it’s on sight Bruce or Killer or whatever the fuck your name was 🤕🥊
- “her hand twitched like yours would” why was that line lowkey out of pocket. My mans has Parkinson’s Louis !!!!
- SHE DREAMS 😭 MY FUCKING GOD STOP MY EYES ARE GONNA BE PUFFY WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW
- that wasn’t even acting that was some REAL shit. Get Jacob Anderson his Emmy or Oscar or Tony or whatever the fuck I just need him to be awarded for his talent
- Daniel’s soft compassionate side: rare but that much more meaningful when it makes an appearance
- LOUIS you did not just do Emilia dirty like that TF!?! She helped you dude.
- “Human affairs. Their problem.” Not you listening to Lestat now of all times
- “Catfish with teeth” Louis can really read a bitch to filth can’t he?
- AHHH THERE ARE TWO OF THE FUCKERS 👹👹
- Oh shit he’s a kid okay I’m sorry for calling you an abomination earlier. That was mean.
- Woman vampire, you standing precariously close to that fire 👀
- Delainey’s facial expressions are the perfect blend of innocent and slightly unsettling
- OPP INTO THE FIRE SHE GOES rip 🔥
- What the hell is a bacon triptych am I just stupid don’t answer that
- Armand you ain’t beating the iPad kid allegations
- “It’s his drug” He said that with such malice. Is this a “he needed me but he needed drugs more” plot line???
- So Dubai Loumand is chilly frigid tepid frosty glacial
- Free feet? Okay im sorry
- “We can have him saying what happened next in no time” okay wait hold up why you making it sound like YOU don’t know what happened next and you need him to tell you???
- oh danny boy whistling while the couple he’s counseling walks in… is this a comedy or ?
- Daniel: yeah? 🤓 Armand: yeah 🫦
- “the mother of New Orleans” oh he misses home
- LMFAO Daniel interrupting Armand before he can start soliloquizing
- Louis and Claudia in a truck full of art which they belong in bc they too are pieces of art to me
- hard words. soft words. 🥺
- “a shit life beats no life” god damn this monologue feels like Louis is speaking directly to my soul
- “as long as you walk the earth I’ll never taste the fire” If this is foreshadowing I- I- I don’t know what I’ll do but it’s going to involve a baseball bat and a waffle iron and my head
- “it would be enough” pan to Lestat 💀 you can’t be fucking serious right now you just cannot
- okay it’s over and the teaser for the season just started playing and I just have to shout out the score bc damn if those violins don’t get me every god damn time
(Stutter) That’s all, folks! 🐷👋
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tojiscumdumpster · 5 months
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CHAPTER ONE - TOJI
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  I usually don’t become swoon by seeing attractive women. Working security at a luxury club, I come across them almost every day. At one point in my life, I even slept with them for money because I needed survival after the Zen’in Family disowned me about twenty years ago.
But when I stare in the direction of the bar, I’m convinced I’m looking at one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen in my life. 
 She’s fucking gorgeous. The deepest and richest shade of brown. Thick curls falling to her shoulders. Full thighs that are being constricted by the material of her denim mini skirt. 
 God, I don’t fucking care if I sound like a pervert, but every time I saw her cross and uncross her legs, I hoped to see a sneak of her panties. 
 I don’t care to be in a relationship. 
 I just had to fuck her. Hard and slow until she’s screaming my name. 
 Insta lust isn’t really my thing. However, my cock is feeling extremely uncomfortable in my pants right now. 
 “Fushiguro!” Shiu Kong’s voice blares through my ears. 
  Shit, I forgot I wasn’t alone. 
 He continues, “You heard anything I said or you’re too busy drooling over that pretty girl at the bar?” He points with his chin, taking a drag of his third cigarette tonight. 
 That fucker needs to give it a break. 
 “I’m not fucking drooling, Kong,” I answered. “And what did you say?”
  He chuckles. “I asked, are you going to consider that contract I gave you?”
 “No. You know I don’t do that kind of shit anymore. I have a kid.”
 “And how’s your relationship with Megumi going?”
 I hate using the term friend , but Shiu Kong would be the closest thing that I would have of that sort. We met back in Tokyo after I left the Zen’in Family.
 Our friendship consists of business, banter, and talking shit to one another. He’s not a bad guy. Pretty decent and not as annoying as other people. And I guess you can say I kind of owe him since he helped watch Megumi after his mother passed. 
 He’s been in the States for a few days now to visit, trying to convince me to take this damn contract. But he knows I left that part of me back in Japan.
 “It’s going,” I finally responded. “He’s still adjusting to being here.”
 “English working well for him? You’re helping him I assume.” 
 I give him an annoyed look. “Trying to make sure I’m being a dad?”
 “Someone has to,” he says, boringly, while putting out his cigarette to like another one. “Maybe you should get a girlfriend. Make her a housewife. Being a single parent to a fifteen-year-old boy isn’t the easiest.”
 I let out a mixture of a scoff and chuckle. “And how would you fucking know?”
 “Considering that I helped take care of your boy, I would know.”
 “Hm,” I say. 
 “And I’m frankly tired of having to babysit your old ass, too. You’re forty-two, Fushiguro. I can’t be your lover forever.” 
 And here goes the shit talking. 
 “Funny. I don’t remember you having anyone.”
 He smirks. “I have my options.”
 “Yeah, whatever.”
 My attention is back to the woman at the bar, and this time she’s not alone. Some guy occupied the seat next to her, and by the looks of it, she’s annoyed. I’m almost positive that he’s hitting on her. I mean, who wouldn’t? Her beauty steals the attention of the bar. Still, even I know when to read the fucking room. 
 If a woman isn’t interested, then she isn’t interested. You can tell by their body language and how they engage with you. 
 Her body is telling him to fuck off, and she’s doesn’t look like she’s engaging either. And despite that, the fucker can’t keep his hands to himself. 
 You would think the other men seeing what’s happening would be decent enough to fucking defend her but they’re just sitting around with stupid grins on their faces. 
 Kong was talking some type of shit before I got up from the table and walked toward the bar. 
 I had two reasons to go over there. 
 One, to get that motherfucker away from her, and two, my selfish intent to see how pretty she is up close. 
 The closer I got to the bar, their conversation became more coherent. 
 “Come on, sweetheart. Why are you playing hard to get?”
 “You don’t know how to fucking take no for an answer?” 
  Her voice… 
 Get it together, Fushiguro. 
 “I do, but this feels like a game of cat and mouse.” He’s definitely drunk. 
 “If-”
 “She’s not interested,” I interrupted. 
 The moment I uttered those words, it’s like on cue, her and I locked eyes. Her hues are the color of coffee with a touch of milk. I drink them in. The almond shape. The small creases underneath. The length of her lashes. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at them. 
 Then, her face. It has this type of softness yet definition. Those full lips that are brown and pink, even prettier up close. 
 No. She’s more than pretty. 
 She’s beautiful. Sexy. Tempting. 
 It’s like I almost forgot what I came here for before this shithead opened his mouth again. 
 “And who the fuck are you?” He’s trying to remain calm. Confident, even. But I’ve been told how intimidating my presence can be for people. It’s clearly affecting him. 
 “The guy that’s fucking telling you she’s not interested and to leave her the fuck alone,” I bit out. “You look desperate.”
 He gets off the stool to buck up to me. 
 Funny. 
 “What happens if I don’t?”
 “I don’t think you want to find out.” Is all I say to him. 
 This guy is about three inches, maybe four inches shorter than me. He’s intoxicated. He is barely confident in the words he’s saying to me. But somehow he thinks he wants to find out if he doesn’t listen to my warning. 
 The other pieces of shit that didn’t say anything listen into our heated conversation. I even feel her eyes still on me. Why am I being overprotective over a woman I don’t know? Like she’s mine? Not sure, but I am. 
 Though, it looks like he made the right decision by walking away, his friends going right along with him. 
 “You okay?” I ask her, after the drunken fuck leaves. 
 “I am. Thank you for defending me.”
 Velvety. Smooth. Soft. Raspy. Mature. All the words that come to mind when I hear her voice. I feel the fucking hair on the back of my neck standing up. I just know she would sound so sweet while taking me. 
  Fushiguro .
 I know. I’m a pervert. Fucking shoot me for being attracted to her. 
 I nod and say nothing else to her, beginning to walk away but she stops me. 
 “What’s your name?” she asks, smiling. 
 “Toji Fushiguro.”
 “Do you usually give out your full name like that, Toji Fushiguro?” 
 Charming, I think. I give her a small smile. 
 “And yours?”
 “Y/N. Just Y/N, for now.”
 I quip a brow. “You say for now, are you suggesting there will be a later?”
 “Hm, it depends. Do you want to sit down and keep me company? Your scary boyfriend demeanor can probably keep away the rest of the creeps.”
 “Scary? Do I scare you?”
 She laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. “No, Toji. You don’t scare me.”
 My name from her lips sounds like pure sin. It drips like honey. I want to taste how it sounds when she’s moaning it. 
 “I wouldn’t mind, but I have a friend-” I look back to the table where Kong and I were at to see that he left. 
 And I’m pretty sure he didn’t cover the fucking bill. 
She shrugs. “I don’t mind your friend joining. As long as he’s not weird, which I’m assuming he’s not since you associate yourself with him. The more, the merrier.” 
 “Looks like he left.”
 “Then it looks like you’re going to keep me company.”
 Now, she’s not asking me. She’s telling me. 
  Shit . 
 I have no reason to protest, so I fill the seat next to her. The bartender comes to me to take my order, but I tell him just a refill on ginger ale and remind him I have a tab open. 
 “You don’t drink?” 
 “Nah, not really. I don’t like the taste of alcohol. It’s not the type of burn that I like,” I tell her. 
 “What kind of burn do you like, Toji Fushiguro?” Is she…
 “You flirting with me, Y/N?”
 She smiles. “Just making conversation. That’s all.”
 “Hm. Well, to answer your question, the workout burn feels good. Help clears my mind.”
 “You have a lot going on in your mind?”
 “I’m a forty-two and a single dad. My mind feels like a Formula One track.”
 She giggles. “I can only imagine. How old is your…”
 “Son, and he’s fifteen. 
 “I don’t have kids, but I teach at a high school. Teenagers are definitely not a walk in the park.”
 “A classroom full of kids sounds like hell.”
 This time her laugh is louder and clearer than before. 
 “I swear it’s not that bad. I used to teach elementary school kids. They are a bit more handful since they’re younger. I was their temporary mom for the day,” she explains. “Teaching isn’t the easiest, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
 “I see you’re very passionate about it.”
 “I am.” Y/N takes a swig of her martini, licking the sugar off her lips that coats them. And like the creep she doesn’t think I am, I stare at that pretty mouth of hers. 
 A visual of Y/N on her knees with her full lips wrapped around my cock plays in my mind. It’s like she knows what I’m thinking because when she looks at me after putting down her drink, she shies away but quickly gathers herself. 
 “So, uhm, what do you do?”  
 “I work at a luxury club. VIP security,” I answer. 
 “Very fitting.”
 “How so?”
 “You ask me if you scare me. I said no, but you give off protective vibes. It’s only right to put a good trait to use to make money, no?”
 I hum, taking a sip of my ginger ale. “I guess you’re right.”
 Over the course of hours, Y/N and I carry conversation. Talking to her feels… nice. Easy, almost. Like the more we talk, the more familiar she becomes. I’m not into that artificial crap, but I feel like I’ve spoken to her before. 
 Like I knew her in another lifetime. 
 Usually, I talk about myself when I’m talking to people, especially women. However, with Y/N? I listen to her. The words she says. Her opinions about insightful topics. She’s breathtaking. Smart. Addicting. 
 My cock isn’t aching only from her looks, but also from the high I feel from her mind. 
 I sound like a sap. I know I do. It’s just… I haven’t felt this way since my wife died seven years ago.
  Maybe you could try again.  
 Absolutely not. My heart and any kind of decency I had left was buried in the grave next to my wife. 
 There’s nothing wrong with a good conversation before an attempted fuck, so that’s all I’m doing. 
 That’s what I’m trying to convince myself, at least. 
 “So, Toji, you from around here?” 
 “Nah. Born in Japan. I’ve only been in the States for three years with my kid.”
 “What about your son’s mother? She didn’t move with you?” She questions. 
 I toy with the black band that I still keep on my finger. “No. She moved somewhere I can’t go, unfortunately.”
 “Where is—Oh…” Before asking her question, she realized what I meant. “I’m so sorry, Toji. I shouldn’t have invaded like that.”
 “Nah, it’s okay. It… was a while ago.”
 “Is that why you said your mind feels like a Formula One track?”
 I manage to let out a hoarse chuckle. “Yeah. Her death affected me and my son badly, but we’re handling it differently.”
 “Not everyone's grieving process is the same,” she reassures. 
 “Right, but does it normally cause your kid to hate you?”
 Why am I saying this? Why am I showing my vulnerability to a woman I just met two hours ago? In the middle of a fucking bar for Christ’s sake. I can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I don’t drink. 
 All I wanted to do was fuck Y/N until she’s screaming my name, but that sole intention went completely out the door the more we talked. 
 My slight insecurity from my vulnerability isn’t even because of Y/N. She doesn’t look bothered or taken off guard from my confession. She just waits for me to talk… like she wants to listen to me. 
 She turns her body around to face me and while doing so, our knees brush. I don’t know if she felt that slight electricity when making contact, but I did. Hopefully she just has a good way of masking her reactions. 
 “Why do you think your son hates you?” 
 I shrug. “We’re just not as close as we used to be. It feels like his mom was the glue that kept us together. Then, when she died, so did my bond with Megumi.”
 A soft smile of pain shows on her face. “Megumi… that means blessings . She picked it?” 
 “I did, because that’s what he feels like.”
 “Hm, I see,” she says, simply. “I’m not a therapist, but I wouldn’t automatically assume Megumi hates you. Like I said, grief is different for everyone. I’m pretty sure it can cause distance between loved ones, too. I would say he’s still adjusting. Just like you are.”
 “Sure you’re not a therapist?”
 She pats my thighs without realizing what that does to me. “Nope, just a high school reading teacher.”
 “Sorry guys. We’re about to close. Mind paying your tab?” The bartender says to us. 
 Were we talking for that long? Guess that happens when conversation is good.
 “Ah okay.” Y/N reaches for purse to pull out her wallet, but mine is already out, giving enough cash to cover both of our bills with a tip. “You didn’t have to do that, Toji.”
 “Maybe I wanted to?”
 She doesn’t bother to argue with me. “Well— thank you.”
 “Let me walk you to your car?”
 “Oh, I don’t drive when I go out. Never know how much you’re going to drink.”
 “Okay, call your ride share and I’ll wait with you.”
 Y/N nods and starts walking towards the exit. I can’t help but take a look at her ass. So fat and naturally shaped. Her legs look so smooth. Thick. I want them to wrap around my waist while I pound into her. 
 And don’t fucking get me started on the top she’s wearing that shows a peak of her belly. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.
Fuck, Y/N. 
 Why is looking at her making me sexually frustrated?
 Typically, I’m direct about my intentions. If the woman wants to fuck, cool. If not, also cool. But for some reason I can’t open my mouth to ask. My dick presses against my pants and I’m glad I wore black tonight rather than my normal grey sweats. 
 “Looks like my ride is about five minutes away,” she says. “I had a really good time talking to you, Toji. Your company wasn’t bad.”
 “Better than that motherfucker from before?” I ask.
 She rolls her eyes at the thought of him. “Way better. Gosh, that guy was so fucking annoying. He does that every time I come here. I’m hoping since you showed up, he won’t be an issue anymore.”
 “He won’t.”
  She arches her brow. “Why so sure?”
 “I think I made my scary boyfriend message clear,” I joke. 
 “Ha, ha, real funny.” Silence is now between us. We look at each other, and on her face is a soft smile while mine is probably the same. 
 Unlike before, Y/N doesn’t shy away. Instead, she speaks. 
 “Can I be honest?” 
 “Sure.”
 “I want to kiss you, but I’m not sure if it would be appropriate,” she admits. 
 “And why wouldn’t it be?”
 “Well, you vented to me about your late wife, which is perfectly fine. I appreciate you being that comfortable with me. I just don’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability.”
 I chuckle. “You can’t take advantage of me.”
 She places her hands on her hips, shifting her weight onto one leg. “Is that your way of consenting to a kiss?” 
 “Can I be honest, too?” She nods. “I want to do more than just kiss you, but I would be no different from that shithead.”
 “No, you would. The difference is you’re not a creep and I’m consenting to your honesty, which I’m attracted to.” Y/N closes the space between us. Even with heels, she still looks up to me because of my height. “Consent is sexy.”
 “I agree,” I affirmed, cuffing around her chin to tilt higher. The whiff of her sweet alcoholic breath fills my senses, and that alone can make me drunk. 
 Her breath hitches. “Do you?” 
 “I do.”
 “Kiss me, Toji.”
 And I do. I kiss her hard. Aggressively. Passionately that has my blood rushing straight to my groin. Y/N’s lips are so fucking soft, sweet, succulent, every descriptor you can think of while kissing someone as pretty as her. 
 I force her mouth with my own, licking around to explore and get a better taste of her. She whimpers and I utter fuck from how sexy she sounds. That alone can tell me she’s probably needy, proving my point that she would take my cock in her pussy like I’m all she knows. 
 Like I give a fuck about us being in the middle of the street, making out like we’re horny college kids. I want to feel more of her, this fucking body of hers that I know I will have wet dreams about and fist my cock to in the shower when I wake up the next morning.
 “Y/N, can I–” 
 “Stop talking,” she whispers. It’s like Y/N knew what I was going to ask because she cut me off by grabbing my hands to place on her ass so I could squeeze.
 Fuck, it’s so soft and big. It feels jelly and perfect in my hands. While I busy myself with my own, her hands slip through my locks to deepen our kiss. Her full lips overpower mine, sucking and biting on my bottom lip.
 It’s not a want, but I need to fuck her.
 Now. 
 “Let me fu-” And before I was able to ask, the honking of her rideshare interrupted our heated kiss, reminding us we’re not alone.
 We break apart and ogle at each other. Those pretty fucking eyes roars with pure lust and hunger. Her lips are swollen, gloss completely gone from my excessive sucking. 
 My hand is still at her ass while the other feathers along her collarbone and the mountain of her breasts, causing her breaths to shallow. I pull her closer to me so she can feel what she did to me.
 Again, the driver honks the car and I’m two seconds away from breaking his window if he doesn’t fucking wait. 
 “I can come over?” I ask.
 “I want you to, but I can’t. Not tonight,” she declines. “School night. I’m already out later than I planned. Now it’s going to be harder for me to go to sleep after-”
 “This.” I wrap my hand around her throat to give her a quick sensual kiss.
 “Yes,” she breathes, squeezing my arms. “After that.” 
 Y/N hesitantly breaks away from me to head into the backseat of the car. I open the door for her, but before she goes in, I grab her arm to pull back into my chest so I can kiss her–again. 
 She’s just so fucking addicting
 “Toji, I have to go,” she tells me with a smile on her face. 
 “Alright, alright.” I let her go so she can get in the car and roll down the window. “You say not tonight. So when? “Hm, I’ll let you know,” she teases. The driver got sick of our shit, so he slowly started driving away but kept close enough for me to hear Y/N. “Good night, Toji Fushiguro.”
 “Night, Y/N.” And she’s gone, leaving me in front of the bar with a hard dick and pornographic thoughts. 
 Y/N is so fucking sexy, and she’s a good woman. Has a career that she loves. A good listener and honest without coming off as judgemental. Not like it would hurt me if she did, but I didn’t realize how calming it felt to talk to a stranger about my lack of confidence with being a single dad. She’s almost like a ray of… sunshine. 
 Too perfect for me.
 We didn’t even exchange numbers, so the likelihood of me fucking her is slim to none. 
 Oh well. Maybe I was only meant to meet her to hear her reassurance and taste her lips… feel her ass… 
 Shit, my dick is harder than before.
 Jacking off isn’t going to work. Not tonight . 
 I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts to see who can help alleviate my pleasure. 
 Maybe I’ll run into Y/N someday. Hopefully in this lifetime. 
NEXT CHAPTER
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triasticalwarlock · 2 months
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So, I'm ashamed to say I am officially having a sonic faze. I don't know how I got here. I came across a really cool piece of art of dark sonic. And there it was, that little fucking tingle, that little thing you get when ever you look at a fictional character you've liked for, well, a few years. And it comes running back, and you feel like a miserable son of a bitch... because you like THIS DUDE.
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Where did I go wrong? I was perfectly fine with hazbin hotel, and the mother fucker called Adam. Also, due to this, I'm starting to realize a pattern. The characters I liked in the past: Leon from pokemon, sonic the hedgehog, bill cipher, Stanford pines, secret history tails, Adam the first man. Am I the only one seeing a pattern? I AM FOR SOME REASON ATTRACTED TO EGOTISTICAL LITTLE SHITS.
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Why do I love this mobian? I honestly don't know, prideful man that is reckless and enjoys danger? Doesn't show much vurnability around people, but that one person(us)? I don't know, don't bother asking. But, it could be that it's a hero, with the ability to snap.
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I'm talking about this version of the dude. I don't know why, but when ever I see this motherfucker, I feel something. It's like something is stirring my stomach, but in a good way. I don't know how to describe it, all I can say is that it makes me giddy and makes me kick my feet. It's like, cuteness aggression. And, honestly, I want him to baby me in this form. Imagine, the usual calm and looked up to hero, cupping your face and saying something in a baby tone (i think I've been reading to much Lucifer). Also, this has nothing to due with me wanting this man to ram me in. But to the people out there who still think that dark sonic would hurt his friends, get a service dog. Because you clearly blind. The reason sonic ever even turned dark mode was because his friends got hurt, what makes you think he'd intentionally harm them? I needed to say this, because the amount of art I run into that shows dark sonic about to hurt his friends, usually amy or tails, is pissing me off. Service dogs people, service dogs.
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And, just a bunch of things of sonic, because I can.
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Silly goose
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mikichko · 12 days
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⛔ this blog is 18+ !! minors and ageless blogs please dni ⛔
actually i think the real way you meet tf141 is when some dickbag on base is just harassing the shit out of trans!soap.
blabbering on and on about him never being a real man. how he can climb onto the laps of commanding officers and climb up the proverbial ladder but he’ll never truly earn his rank. that he’ll never be a true soldier of quality caliber like him. yadda yadda yadda. whole lot of bullshit.
the decision to spin his fucking jaw is real easy when 1) he’s being transphobic as fuck, 2) you hate this fucking guy , 3) you’ve been itching for a fight.
and see here’s the thing right, everyone in the fucking army thinks that you just have to take any bullshit anyone gives you and “toughen up.” but frankly, this motherfucker’s mother clearly didnt teach him any manners so you ought to.
all anyone sees is you getting up from the table where your squad is sitting, walking over calmly to douchebag mcgee, and tapping him on the shoulder. he’s not even finished turning around fully when your right hook hits him and sends him stumbling back flat on his ass. and from the way he starfishes on the floor you know that fuckers out cold.
you just step over him, feet planted on either side of his hips and lean down to look at him as he comes to. brother isnt even done blinking the confusion out of his eyes when you place your foot on his chest, bending down to get closer to him and putting more pressure on his chest.
“i ever hear you spewing that putrid shit out of your mouth again to the seargent or any one on this base, hell anyone in the goddamn service and your jaw’s the last thing you’ll be worrying about. we clear?”
barely finished nodding by the time you step off him and walk away.
your squad leader’s already at price’s side apologizing for your behavior, who, despite keeping a straight face and responding with a silent nod, you’ve just won the favor of. hell, whole task force really.
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gigglesx333 · 1 year
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i absolutely adore Welcome Home and even though this post might be niche I think it's worth it 🎉🎉
Wally is ABSOLUTELY an avatar of the eye. Look at that little fucker. He EATS with his EYES. He has SOME FORM of sentience or self awareness. He literally looks at you through the screen. Eye avatar that's also touched by the Spiral? Even though they counteract a bit I feel it makes sense.. False friendships, your mind is Lying to you, madness, et cetera,.
Frank is absolutely an avatar of the corruption. Look at this motherfucker and tell me he is not FASCINATED by bugs and mold and rot. He has fucking SHELVES of self written notebooks filled to the brim.
Poppy would probably be an avatar of the End or the Extinction- look at her. Stuck in her barn, afraid to even touch cooking materials. Paranoia driving her to the Lonely, maybe??
Julie. Julie is wholeheartedly, probably not an avatar. I cannot think of anything I'd classify her as. Same with Howdy, I don't think he'd be an avatar of anything except maybe Corruption? Because he's a bug.
Eddie. Eddie you are ABSOLUTELY a surviving victim of the Stranger. Never getting the name of the unknown place he came from right, not talking much about his mother despite clearly looking up to her or having an otherwise positive relationship due to his profession and disposition? TEEEXTBOOK I Left and Came Back Wrong.
Barnaby. I adore Barnaby.,,., I feel like he wouldn't be an avatar exactly but definitely affiliated with Something. Maybe the flesh? The animalistic dread that you are only electrified meat, manifesting as bones, meat, animals, slaughterhouses? Fear of body horror, dysmorphia, being eaten or killed for meat? There are things insinuating he was killed (a patch in Wally's chair with his pattern, etc) so maybe.,
Sally!! Sally is is very Likely an avatar of the Vast in my opinion. Look at her introduction; it speaks for itself. "Sally had once been the brightest star in the sky, even more than those that surrounded her. However, upon looking down at a nearby celestial body from her spot, she knew there were still places she had yet to truly shine and fell from above as a shooting star. She has seemingly accomplished her aspired stardom, as there are only nine visible neighbors in Home, all of whom know her." Though that may be too surface level? I'm writing this slightly inebriated. Oops.
House.. House is wholeheartedly an avatar of the Web or Slaughter.. maybe both? Lots of calculated violence and secrets hidden below it.. Not sure, thougg.
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pikaflute · 9 months
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This post contains spoilers for Army of the Doomstar, and also screencaps from the movie under the read more. This post is just about Nathan and Pickles by the way.
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Okay let's talk about Nickles is real. I said in an earlier post that Charles directly tells Pickles to be Nathan's friend. Nathan at this point is afraid. He's got....a lot going on after being recently hospitalized due to exhaustion, coupled with the trauma of being the only one who remembers Requiem and having to be put on Xanax (possibly for anxiety). So now more than ever Nathan needs support. He needs his band. He needs a friend. He needs....well Pickles.
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Obviously Pickles is already Nathan's friend. His best friend even. Despite all of Season 4, Pickles still cares a lot about Nathan. Even during this conversation with Charles he's like 'that's all?'. He's already doing that. Pickles throughout this movie is the one character trying his hardest to be there for Nathan. Calling him buddy, being supporting of him during the training, keeping an eye on him, doing everything he can to make sure Nathan is alright to not only write the song to save the world but just in general. Nathan needs it.
It also is worth mentioning that Charles probably chose Pickles for that exact reason. He probably knew he didn't need to tell him to be Nathan's friend either. No other member of Dethklok would've been as close to Nathan as Nathan is with Pickles. His drummer.
When they're with Knubbler, he calls them both the dad (nathan) and the mom (pickles). Why did he do this. I know why but. Humor me. By the way Pickles really leans into the mom role in this. This is a real line said in the movie:
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Anyway during the scene after Murderface's exorcism, Nathan blames himself for fucking up the song of salvation. And then Pickles slaps him. When Nathan says "Everyone abandoned me" Pickles tells him:
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Pickles knows! He experienced it! Nathan pushed him away and didn't tell him about the whale in Season 4 which caused the initial fight in the season. Coupled along with Nathan's attraction towards Abigail, Pickles knows first hand how Nathan pushes people out and shuts down when things happen to him. Now he's doing it again. He's shut out his band, he "broke up" with the fans due to his own issues, and with Abigail he couldn't let his own feelings be pushed aside and listen to hers.
Sure. It looks like slapping him isn't the best way to get through to him, but, Pickles knows Nathan. This is being his friend. Nathan is stubborn. He doesn't listen. This is how it's gonna get through to Nathan that, hey dipshit, you're not alone. You have others. You have me. (In fact. It's how Nathan go to Pickles in Fatherklok if you remember that correctly.) Nathan realizing he wants everyone to come back to help him is also somewhat similar to his apology to Pickles to come back at the end of Season 4. But that's just be tinhatting.
Also during this Murderface goes "this is weird." He doesn't like seeing mom and dad fight.
Later. Before they perform the song of salvation: this happens. With Nathan calling Pickles the best mother (fucker. Motherfucker.)
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If this line isn't a metaphor for "I love you" than I'm going to play in traffic. The emphasis on the you in Nathan's line. I'll blow up.
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Later on when they get kidnapped by Salacia and are essentially given their last meals, Pickles' orders Nathan's, further cementing how they're friends. A lead singer and his drummer.
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why are you looking at a another man like that. HUH
Also Pickles touches Nathan like a lot this movie.
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DO NOT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS MAN.
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THE TENDER TOUCH. THE CARESS. MAN WHEN I SAW THIS I HAD TO GO TAKE A LAP AROUND MY HOUSE. I GOT SO EMOTIONAL AND PISSED. MAN. MAAAAAN.
This movie nails their relationship. How Nathan acts because of his role on the metalocalypse. How he handles his emotions. How the band handles their emotions. How Nathan and Pickles' friendship still is strong despite everything that happened to them. How Pickles is the one to snap Nathan to his senses and act like a real friend to Nathan; one he really needed. This movie is amazing and I cried like a baby.
Anyway this was Pickles in AOTD
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And this was Nathan
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Run me a check for nickles screenwriting credits Brendon. I'll be expecting it in my inbox by the end of the week.
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forestshadow-wolf · 9 months
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Ghost: MOTHER- FUCKER!
Random recruit: *just walking by*
Ghost, grabbing them by the front of their shirt: you!
Recruit, nervously: hm?
Ghost: have you ever heard of a mountain chicken?
Recruit, shaking: please don't hurt me
Ghost, now nose to nose with the recruit: have you ever. Heard. Of a mountain chicken?
Recruit: no
Ghost: what do you think it looks like?
Recruit: l-like a really big chicken-
Ghost, showing them a picture: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!! But NO! IT'S THIS MOTHERFUCKER!!
Gaz, storming down the hall: GHOST! You get back here and take your damn meds! I'm not FUCKING doing this again!
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book-place · 1 year
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Disaster Twins
Warnings: cursing, play fighting, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader
Request: Omg maybe a btfam x batsis reader that has a sibling that came with them when they where adopted and they always fought bc that's hiw they show their lovejxjjsnzjz. And what I mean is calling each other stuff like bitch, where, and mother fucker and play fighting all the time. And they're all just fed up with it but can't do anything bc they'll still continue doing it
Request by: Anon
*not my gif*
Summary: When Bruce adopted you and your brother, he didn’t expect for as much chaos to ensue as it did
A/N: Reader has a twin brother, but no name is mentioned
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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“Shut the fuck up!”
It was sad for him to admit, but the only way Bruce could tell if everyone was okay within his household, was if there was complete and utter chaos.
The screams and other loud noises used to give the man a heart attack. That is, until he realized that the silence was much, much worse.
Coming back from a long night of patrol to his two adopted twins bickering over pancakes would not be ideal for other parents. But for him, it was just what he needed.
“No,” Your twin brother hissed back, eyes narrowing dangerously at you, “You shut the fuck up and back off, I saw it first.”
A dramatic scoff escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, “Liar.”
All of your other siblings sat around the table, calmly eating their own breakfasts, not even noticing Bruce slip into his own seat.
“I’m the liar?” He shreiked back, “At least I’m not the one who told Bruce I didn’t know how the batmobile ended up scratched!”
Bruce looked up with raised eyebrows, your siblings also faltering to see what would happen with this newfound information.
“I told you that,” You screamed before taking a deep breath, “in confidence!”
That’s when your adopted father sighed and made his presence known, “That’s enough, both of you. Just sit down and eat.” He turned his gaze to specifically train on you, “And as for the veichle, we’ll discuss that later.”
Though the chaos ensured that everyone was alive and well, that didn’t mean that he didn’t get a headache after a little while of listening to it.
You elbowed your snickering brother as you both plopped down into your seats and begrudgingly split the stack of pancakes you had been fighting over that would have been way too much for just one of you anyway.
Not even two moments of silence passed before you and your brother were back at it again, glares returned and annoyance to the max.
Tim groaned in protest to your ever-raising voices, dropping his head onto the table in exhaustion. Jason and Damain rolled their eyes in sync, shoving food into their mouth, completely unaware that the other was doing the same. And Dick and Bruce both extanged exasperated looks.
“Why do you two argue so much?” Tim’s voice came out muffled from the tablecloth, only to be ignored.
“Becuase they are both imbeciles.” Damain scoffed, rolling his eyes at the duo once again.
“Listen here, motherfucker,” You stated through gritted teeth, “You better take that back, or I swear I will make you regret it.”
Your brother held his hands up in overly-mock terror, “Oh no! I’m so scared!”
“That’s it!” You let out a battle cry, jumping up and tackling him off his seat and onto the floor, a squeak of shock leaving his lips in return.
Dick and Bruce immediately stood up and rushed over to the pair of you, who were wresting on the ground, and tried to pull you off of one another, unsuccessfully.
Just then, Alfred walked into the room and took servey of everything going on before calmly walking over to the two of you- both Bruce and Dick parting ways for him- and swiftly grabbed you each by the ear and pulled you to your feet.
Both of you let out shouts of protest, petty fight automaticlly forgotten as your butler dragged both of you back to your seats and firmly pushed you to sit there.
“Now,” He spoke firmly, his face set in a stern way as he looked between the two of you, “There will be no more fighting during meal times, or there will be consequences.”
You and your twin both shrunk back from the man, nodding your heads vigorously to show that you understood.
Everyone else watched in utter shock at the fact that Alfred was the only one capable of controlling the two of you, and your hurricane of chaos that followed wherever the pair of you went.
He nodded his head once and smiled as if nothing happened, and patted his hands together as if to shake off dust, “Very well. Now, who wants seconds?”
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wen-kexing-apologist · 5 months
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Top 5 Emotional Outbursts
See if no one else on this website has my back, I know Ben has my back because he is giving me a chance to talk about my boy Patts once more
TOP 5 EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS OF 2023
Patts, La Pluie
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Episode 10 was just an absolute masterclass in emotional outbursts. The fight between Lomfon and Patts, then Patts and Tai, then Lomfon and Tien, then Patts and Tai again. Like goddamn, finally thank fuck, Patts is able to let out years worth of frustration and pain at Tai's silence was just so beautiful, and cathartic, and necessary. What an absolutely incredible moment to not only witness but experience. Patts has been so kind, so patient, so forgiving, and it was time for all the pain that he's been letting simmer for two years out. Good! For! Him!
Uea and His Bio Family, Bed Friend
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There are few characters in this world I hate more than Uea's mother, and it was so so so so so so wonderful to see Uea finally give her a piece of his mind. I am so proud of him for speaking his mind, standing his ground, and getting the ever living fuck out of his bio family's house. Too personal, sorry, but this fight hit especially well for me because I too have had a parent say they'd live perfectly happily without me, and it was great vindication of my reaction to that to see Uea GTFO immediately after.
Secondarily, James' sobbing screams at the beginning of episode 4 and in the flashback of him getting dragged in to the bathroom when he was an adult have never left my brain. James absolutely crushed those scenes and this was going to be my Bed Friend pick before I remembered this fight exists.
Jim and Li Ming // Heart and His Parents, Moonlight Chicken
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I don't think I am exaggerating when I say that Jim and Li Ming's relationship dynamics is one of my favorite of all time. Aof is such an incredible screenwriter/director and I feel like he's able to make such realistic depictions of families in all their complicated glory. The screaming match between Jim and Li Ming is SO good, and really is what solidified my appreciation for Fourth's acting skills because there was a fucking storm cloud on his brow. Happy fucking birthday to you Uncle Jim I guess. Poor fucker.
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And then of course, one of the first ever posts I made in the BL Sphere of tumblr was a full essay on Heart's confrontation which I loved so motherfucking much. Once again a much needed fight with lots of interesting, complicated emotions flying around the room.
Kiyoi and Hira, Utsukushii Kare Season 2
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"I'm sorry that I like you" one of the best moments of the year for me by far. This fight between Kiyoi and Hira was desperately, and I mean desperately needed. I know changing will be a slow process for the two of them, and even in Eternal they are no where near where they need to be, but Hira needs/needed to cut this Pebble to a God bullshit out and I am so glad that Kiyoi was able to call him on it. Also from a performance standpoint, Yagi Yusei had his work cut out for him as a scene partner to Hagiwara who absolutely bodied his role as Hira. In season one Yagi did not need to do all that much for his performance because we didn't know as much about Kiyoi until closer to the end, but that cannot be the case for Season 2 and Yagi knocked it out of the motherfucking park.
Sunshine and Q, 7 Days Before Valentine
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Okay, almost positive this isn't a BL but I love when people structure TV shows like stage plays, and there was a fight between Sunshine and Q in like Episode 4 or 5 where they were shouting over each other and it just felt so real and the dead silence that hit the room when Q said something that struck a chord with Sunshine was expertly handled, and some of the best work I've seen out of Atom the whole show. I don't think anyone gifed it so I can't put the scene in, but I think you talked about it in your Stray Thoughts @bengiyo
And just cause I wanna, the Top 5 Emotional Outbursts of the pre-2023 shows I watched this year:
In and Wang's fight in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us, Ep 8
Gav sobbing about his aunt in Gameboys (the movie, i think?)
Pran sobbing in to Pat's shoulder in Bad Buddy, Ep 10
Tarn's fight with Teh in I Told Sunset About You, Ep 4 (shout out to Smile there because I still cannot believe it was the first thing she filmed on set)
Shiro being terrified Kenji was dying and Kenji being worried Shiro was dying and the resulting clownery from them blurting that out in What Did You Eat Yesterday? I think it was the New Year's special.
ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023
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rowretro · 4 months
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𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪
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WARNINGS: Kidnapping ig?
✧taglist✧:  @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07 
✧CHAPTER 6✧
Y/n glared at Riki, yanking on his hair hard as he gripped onto hers “Don’t start with me Nishimura… I’m not in the motherfucking mood… gimme the remote.” Y/n simply warned as Riki stared at her, his face blank. “Bite me.” He said with a smirk, pushing her head away and let go of her, causing the girl to fall off the sofa. “NISHIMURA- fucking Riki-” She whisper screamed as Riki snickerred. “Go cry about it, loser.” He simply said as he started going through the channels on the TV. 
The girl side eyed him. He provoked the inner beast. She flipped her hair in his face and walked off. The girl sat in the butterfly greenhouse, staring at the pretty little creatures, fluttering their delicate, almost- iridescent wings. “Who needs a tv-” She mumbled to herself with a small pout as she sat on the floor, staring up at the butterflies. “Oi- the baby’s crying- go take care of it-” Riki suddenly said at the door. “Why can’t you do it?!” y/n asked as Riki scoffed.
“You’re the one who wanted to keep that noisy thing.” He said as the girl got up and purposefully pushed past him “Then why the fuck are you in my home?!” she mumbled, audible enough for him to hear. Riki glared at her, before stepping into the greenhouse. “For a stuck up bitch like her, this is way too much.” Riki said, looking around. He saw a few books, one opened on a stand. He ducked, to avoid the kaleidoscope of butterflies that were near him, as he glanced down at the book. Just the name of each butterfly, and a fairly deep study into each one. 
He recognized the handwriting on the open book almost immediately. “For someone who fails English on a daily basis, she sure writes a lot.” he mumbled. His eyes then landed on a different book, slightly older. The name read Kim Heejin, curious, he opened the book, only for it to be slammed shut, he turned to his side only to find y/n glaring at him “What the fuck are you doing in here? Are you snooping?! Don’t you have anything better to do?!!!” she asked as the male rolled his eyes. “Chill. By the way you just slammed a butterfly on my hand-” Riki pointed out.
Hearing this, the girl opened the book, clearly panicked, only to find nothing there. “Wow. your mom has better handwriting than you.” Riki said as he pulled his hand away, the girl shut the book, before trying to push him out.  “Leave. Go watch Tv or something.” y/n said as the male pushed her hands off of him “Don’t touch me.” He warned as he brushed off the areas her hands touched him. 
“Yunjin, you’ll be ok taking care of the baby right?... I just need to run a quick errand.” Y/n asked as the girl pat her head “Yeah should be fine.” the girl said with a smile, rocking the baby, in her arms. Y/n left the building, rushing to the pharmacy to pick up some prescribed meds. Luckily for her, there was no queue, making out as soon as she walked in. “Hey- isn’t that the girl Riki’s always with?” Yuta asked as Renjun smirked, “I think we found a way to get that mother fucker on the race tracks again” Renjun said with a smirk.
The 2 caught up to her, Renjun throwing an arm over her shoulder as he pulled her close to his chest “Try to run or get help and you’ll regret it.” He darkly said. The girl’s original plan was to kick the 2 out of her way and run. But then she felt an unfamiliar chunk of cold metal touch her back. It was a motherfucking gun. That’s when she knew these boys really meant business and She was in for something a lot darker than she could imagine.
✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧
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Others MC after gaining knowledge of the loop without memories of the past routes but keeping the new ones if the loop restarts. : Having a panic attack about existence *did anything matter? Did my chooses have no weight? What about the other versions of me? I'm the original or just another countless version lost in time? *
Trying to found a way out of the loop.
My shithead Mc : haha nice, *make a list of things to do, some are just things that never have time to do other are either are dangerous or inmoral*
Having the time of their life.
The list (NSFW included)
Beat the shit out the Stans with a bat
Go to parties with Angie
Try skating with Dani
Take Elena to a party with angie/ beat the shit out of all the annoying patrons.
Try Cinder unholy creation of drink
Tell alcina that she is an humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut.
Burn alcina secret artsy room. (Blame someone else if possible if not laugh at her face and square up)
Kidnap Bela and Cassandra so they and Dani could have a sister day.(Threaten to burn down the theater and the student council)
Tell Cassandra how a bitch she have been with her sisters.
Make Bela ditch her student council responsibilities. (kidnapping is in the table)
Try every single club
Steal a car
Steal all the technology that you always wanted.
Vandalism in all the walls of the school
Be gentleman with Cassandra and court her. Show support and help her to sleep more.
Kill the Stans the fuckers deserve it
Tell alcina that good parents keep their children away from dangerous cults, you stupid bitch. Burn alcina art room again
Help Bela so she can rest more.
Help Bela get back her heart what the fuck is going on here?
Hang out with Daniela and tell her that she is amazing and deserving of love.
Help Daniela break her curse, again what the fuck is wrong with alcina.
Pass time with alcina to know what the fuck is wrong with her.
WHAT THE FUCK ALCINA.
Kidnap that annoying pink head bitch and Burn alcina art room, with her inside.
Give some gifts to Daniela as apology for fucking her Mom in the past loop.
Hang out more with Angie to recover sanity.
Flirt with Angie aunt.
Beat the shit out of the annoying patrons of the flower shop.
Discover the killer. Okay, what the fuck is going on this school.
Flirt with donna, she kill you to protect Angie so try to forgive her.
Date donna, she is cute. Do your best to make her happy. Forgive her
Fuck her brains out, make her your precious doll. Now you can forgive her.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HEADMISTRESS DOING
Investigate Miranda
Be patient
Tear up her clothes, throw all the shit in her desk and Fuck her hard on the motherfucking desk until she is crying and then fuck her more. Run away from the scene
High Five mia in your way out.
Hide and hang out with Mia. Dumb ways to die so many dumb ways to die.
Avoid the headmistress.
See if you can convince (NSFW) :
Bela of fucking in the study council room. Treat her like a horny whore hiding behind the miss perfect mask. Praise her too. Make her cockwarm while she is working, edging her and the fuck her until she is overstimulated.
Donna of fucking In the front of her flower shop. Put her above the counter were anyone could see her come like a dirty whore, under the counter eating her out while she try to tell the clients that whatever they want will be deliver it tomorrow.
Run away from the school. TO THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING
Use Miranda as a fuck doll/ cumslut because she is the cause of everything. She wants you? Fine let's see if she can handle it.
Make know to all the student body that their headmistress is just a whore. Shame her, forget all about the rules for bdsm, forget about your morals. Be the worst version of you every time she triggers the loop.
Go to cat café.
Convince Daniela of burning down her mother art room. It will be cathartic. Angie can tag in too.
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i say this every hour, but god i wanna watch army of the doomstar again
spoilers for AOTD!!
like the line where they call charles a "spiritual kook"? i quote it every day
dr rockzo singing amazing grace? i got up and walked away dying first time i saw it
the emotional rollercoaster of murderface being exorcised from selacia's spirit
selacia being awoken and then killed by dethklok AND the fans?!
charles going from pure fighting and jousting to bringing a mf necklace😭
nathan, after just saving the world, saying using the dethlights was "upsetting"
the absolute bangers that are the SOS and Aortic Desecration
the line "How could I be so wrong?" being so gut wrenching when you pay enough attention to nathan in the movie
nathan telling pickles he's the best "mother... fucker, motherfucker"
pickles hugging toki and saying smthn like "don't cry be strong" when toki is calm on the outside (idk abt inside, probably not)
toki getting his deddybear back at the end
nathan on xans (not important, just kinda silly)
that one picture of nathan on the headlines
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that one^^
"Brave Woman" being how abigail is described for rejecting the biggest performer ever
murderface. just murderface.
skwisgaar going from telling murderface to "plays your records backwards and kills yourself" to being the first to know something is up
i could talk about it for hours
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