#good morning im fucking seething

[koqabear]

congratulations on 2k!! im so proud of you so heres a song equation that i think is so genius

the weeknd, one of your girls + beomgyu + smut and fluff = popular fuckboy!beomgyu x popular sweet!mc

this song is so beomgyu to me😵‍💫😵‍💫

♫: One of the Girls, The Weeknd // [2K Masterlist]

"Beomgyu’s a lot more obsessed with you than he’d like to admit."

beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 2.1K // genre: smut, pwp, only a bit of fluff sorry <3 MDNI.

warnings: dom!beomgyu, sub!mc, oral (m & f rec), name calling (slut), finger sucking(?), spitting, praise, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, etc.), deep throating, dacryphilia maybe, possessiveness, overstimulation, cumming untouched ig. unprotected sex.. lmk if i should add anything

Notes: 2k followers ended months ago and this bitch is still here

Beomgyu never intended to keep you around this long.

Pretty girls like you were never his type. Saccharine sweet, innocent smiles, bright eyes and an energetic attitude that brought people to you like flies to honey. You had the world in the palm of your hand, opportunities at your feet and friends that were loyal like dogs— you were perfect, untouchable, untainted. 

Everything he was not. 

Maybe that’s how he got where he is now, low lidded eyes observing you carefully, watching as your shining doe eyes plead up at him, careful hands smoothing up and down the rough material of his jeans; you’re so pretty like this, he finds himself thinking, all pliant and weak to him, waiting for his command like a mindless puppy— your throat bobs and your tongue darts across your lips, dainty fingers playing with the loops of his belt as you silently plead for permission to let him feel good.

“My friends were talking about you today,” Beomgyu murmurs, tilting his head and reaching down to caress your face gently; warm hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone, smiling at your head that immediately goes to lean into his touch, “said they couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout the way you looked in the dress you wore to last weeks party.”

Memories flash in your mind; the party your friends dragged you to, only complying because you were aware of who was taking part in hosting it— the pure, innocent image that hung over your head causing heads to turn the whole night— you could hear it, practically, the whispers and comments wondering what you were doing in such a place, all having speculated you the type to hate loud, rowdy environments like these.

They weren’t wrong; you barely lasted an hour in that dark, crowded place, finding yourself having a much better time in the back of Beomgyu’s car, pretty dress bunched at your hips and your makeup smudged by the time he dropped you off at your place, greedy hands refusing to let you go so easily, not one to put up much of a fight yourself; you’ve always been fond of waking up to the sight of Beomgyu first thing in the morning, anyway. 

Beomgyu’s eyes darken; you’re snapped out of your reverie by the feeling of blunt nails digging into your skin, your head tilted back as you’re forced to stare back at Beomgyu’s dangerous gaze.

“They also couldn’t stop talking ‘bout how bad they wanna fuck you,” he seethes, nails digging in deeper at the very thought; your eyes glisten and you shift restlessly on your knees, a shaky sigh escaping your lips at his tone— his thumb quickly reaches over to weigh down at your bottom lip, parting your lips slowly. 

“Would give anything to feel your mouth,” he recounts, thumb pushing into your mouth, a gentle pressure against your tongue as he surveys how easily you obey him; his brows knit together and his thumb hooks down against your tongue, opening your mouth roughly as he hovers over you; his face is inches away from yours as he speaks, his voice barely audible. “Said it’s such a shame they didn’t get their hands on you that night.”

Beomgyu could only sit back in his seat and listen; a spectator to it all, jaw clenched and arms crossed as he took in the way they spoke about you, salivating over you— the very reminder is enough to have his blood boiling. But, who was he to lash out at them? As far as the world was concerned, you were a pure, pretty girl that was expected to marry the son of an influential family friend. Beomgyu was never supposed to be in the picture.

“Wonder what everyone would think if they saw you now,” he mutters, voice patronizing and eyes filled with a sick arrogance as he stares down at you, “a good little slut on her knees for me.”

Without further warning, he spits; you flinch slightly at the action, a whine ripping through you as he straightens back up. Deft fingers smooth down your head, digging into your scalp and forcing your head forward— your hands are quick to undo his jeans, not needing another word from him for you to know what he wants. 

“Fuck,” Beomgyu breathes out, dazed at the sight of your eager actions, quickly undoing his jeans and getting to his leaking cock; your hand is warm and soft against him, and he feels himself twitching pathetically the moment you finally pull him free from his underwear; your pace is familiar and your lips are plush as they kiss at the tip of his cock, doe eyes glancing back up at him for approval.

“So perfect for me,” Beomgyu coos, caressing your cheeks and watching as you take him in your mouth slowly, lidded gaze glued onto the lewd scene like he’s determined to ingrain everything about this moment into his mind, “Know just what I like, such a good girl.”

His voice is soft and deep as he purrs out praise to you, hand wandering down until it’s placed at your throat curiously— you relax instinctively, jaw falling slack as he begins to thrust shallowly, whispered curses and rumbled groans making your thighs clench pitifully— but your hands simply fall down on your thighs, knowing that Beomgyu never likes it when you touch yourself like this. 

Your tearful yet determined gaze has Beomgyu’s pace stuttering— you just look so damn pretty under the dull lights of his room, the feminine and cute outfit you’ve put on today not helping at all; your makeup is already getting smudged from the tears that cling to your lashes and the drool that builds up at the corners of your mouth, taking everything Beomgyu gives you with nothing but a wide doe-eyed look. 

“Shit…” Beomgyu groans, his thrusts a lot rougher than they were moments ago; he’s getting closer, you can tell, your hands balling into fists on your thighs as you continue to let him fuck your mouth just how he likes— his hand is frantic to grab at the back of your head, fingers stinging at your scalp as he pulls you flush against his pelvis; he’s still, and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth— your throat stings and your eyes squeeze shut, hot tears running down your cheeks as you swallow instinctively; Beomgyu lets out a sharp moan at the feeling.

“D–Don’t— don’t… do that,” Beomgyu huffs out, hips grinding subconsciously against you, your lungs starting to burn as you place a frantic hand on his thigh— but Beomgyu pays no mind to you, clearly lost in his head as he lets out a shaky sigh; at the sudden feeling of you placing a slight pressure on him, he looks down at you curiously. 

“Hold it,” he tells you, lips twitching darkly as he feels you swallow again, body tensing as he simply ruts into your throat gently, “just a bit longer… you can take it baby.”

Your throat constricts around him, your eyes sting and you whine on his cock that continues to stuff your mouth— Beomgyu only pulls out once he feels you tapping weakly at his thigh, watching with low lidded eyes as you immediately begin to sputter and cough, a string of spit connected from his tip to your lips; he leans down to get a good look at you, watching you with a deceivingly soft smile as you try to regain your breath— his hand smoothes down your hair fondly, head cocking to the side as he prompts you to look at him. 

“Good?” he asks gently, watching you nod without hesitation; he chuckles, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before he takes your hands in his, pulling you up and beginning to walk you backwards toward his bed, “Good.”

As Beomgyu hovers over you, your he can’t help but find himself thinking about how fond he’s grown of this sight; of you, your breathless figures and your shiny eyes that catch his every movement, from his gaze that takes you in hungrily to his hands that slowly push the skirt of your dress up. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Beomgyu breathes out, your wide eyes watching as he shifts down to lay on his stomach, slow, warm hands running up and down your thighs— you squirm impatiently at the feeling, hips bucking and lips parting in a gasp as he places a slow kiss onto your clothed cunt; mouth lingering for a moment, smiling coyly at the wet patch that already seems to have formed— and he looks back up at you, fingers hooking under your panties to pull them down as he speaks. “All mine too, right?”

Without thinking, you nod.

“Wouldn’t let anyone else see this perfect body,” he murmurs, fingers beginning to wander up and down your slit, toying with your clit and watching the arousal leak out of you desperately, “It’s all for me.”

Beomgyu always seems to get like this, you think to yourself— his touches are teasing, needy, and his tongue is warm as he licks at your clit, fingers picking up where he left off so he can talk— he’s insatiable, possessive, and his words always make you clench a little tighter against him; you think he must feel the way you react to him, and that’s why he’s taken a liking to running his mouth so much. 

You couldn’t be any more incorrect, though— because as Beomgyu finally begins to use his mouth on you, tongue fucking your hole and nose pressing insatiably against your clit, he can only find himself thinking about how he’d like to spend the rest of his life like this— here, with you, listening to the way you keen and cry and bury your fingers in his hair, whining incoherently into the air. 

“I’m— I’m close,” you stutter, your hips bucking and chasing after Beomgyu’s mouth; he simply hums in response, eyes closed with bliss as he feels your thighs shake and close around his head— your voice is pretty and airy as you stutter out mindless praise, every moan of his name causing his cock to twitch and leak against your mattress, unable to stop the way he grinds against it stupidly. 

“R-right— Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop, please— coming, I’m coming, Beomgyu—!”

Your hips buck up and your back arches— your nails dig into his scalp and pull at his hair, shaky moans falling from your lips as your body tenses up and your orgasm washes over you. Beomgyu remains keen to it all— every sound you make, the way your body shakes and falls limp, he takes it all in, tongue still lapping hungrily at your arousal and hips still grinding into your mattress. 

He helps you ride it all out— your eyes prick with tears all the while, sensitivity sending shocks throughout your body as you feel him groan against your cunt, burying his head further in even after you’ve begun to whine that it’s too much; when his head emerges from between your legs, he looks just as dazed and out of breath as you— if not more so. 

“Gyu…” you mumble out, eyes drifting down to his chest that heaves, down to his stomach and noticing something that makes your eyes widen; Beomgyu follows your gaze, glancing down and looking away with red tinted ears.

“Can’t help it,” he huffs, not ashamed in the slightest as he hovers over you, cupping your face and leaning down to capture your lips, barely parting so he can speak, “you’re so hot when you cum.”

“Am I?” you ask softly, laughing at the immediate nod you get; your hand wanders down between your bodies, fingertips brushing over his cum-stained stomach and on his already hardening cock— your brows jump, and you smile. “Need me to clean you up?”

Beomgyu’s fervent shake of his head catches you by surprise; he’s never been one to deny the feeling of your mouth on him, so to say that this unexpected was an understatement.

“Just wanna be inside you,” he mumbles against your lips, the feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit bringing about a sigh from both of you, “wanna see you cum again.”

The whine you let out at his words is enough to have him entering you slowly; dark eyes taking in every change of your expression, watching as your brows furrow at the stretch— he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of the sight. 

No other girl has ever managed to do what you have; the man above you feels entirely enamored as he watches the way you cry and clench around his cock, gasping his name and clinging onto him desperately— you drive him crazy, and this only serves to prove it further. 

You were never supposed to leave such an impact on him. But now that you have, Beomgyu will do anything to make sure that you don’t escape his clutches.

#txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #txt imagines #txt oneshots #txt ff #txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #beomgyu ff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu oneshot #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fanfiction

[scarletevening]

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞 [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝗼𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 + 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 

cw: suggestive, foul language, yandere [obsessive, controlling, possessive], pet names, teasing, suspicion, jealousy, man-handling fem!reader.

notes: objectification is the act in which a person is valued less than a person; an object. marking is an act of possessiveness, in which one is covered in marks from another.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 was like a hawk when it came to you. never taking his eyes away, never letting you leave his sight, never letting anything, let alone anyone, near you. he knew everything about you, he knew your every routine.

he knew how much you loved to snuggle up to him when he came back from a meeting, when he sat you on his lap kissing up to him as he gave you a faux glare of irritation, the hand on your waist tightening as he listened to you ramble about work.

about that damn coworker of yours.

oh, did he hold the door open for you? well, scaramouche holds every door open. did he give you some lunch? you're going out for lunch with him every day now.

you were his. end of story, so why the fuck were you bringing this pathetic man up in your shared home? his mind seethed in irritation, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you, analyzed you. your little work outfit, the one that you happily spun around in this morning to show him, was just tiniest bit crumpled. but why would that be? no component of your job would lead to your skirt being brought down to just barely cling to your hip.

as you babbled, smiling and giggling up at him as you awaited his reaction, scaramouche couldn't help as his brows furrowed, cruel glare as he nit-picked every part of your appearance, your slightly frizzy hair, you. he almost enjoyed as you squirmed under his gaze, your manicured nails picking at each other as you timidly whispered his name.

archons, your voice was more than enough for him to act.

a brutal hand constricted around your neck, dragging you to the couch only a meter away as you whimper as the painful sting. you whimper, confused as your feet struggle to walk properly, body submitting to his force as scaramouche forces his knee between your thighs, sharp teeth sinking into the supple flesh of your neck.

his lips twisted into a sick grin, enjoying your whines of confusion and pleasure, all mixed into a blur as he bit sucked and kissed at your skin, grazing his teeth across your neck. he descended to your collarbones, murmuring and growling into your skin, his free hands groping and squeezing you all over.

"you're my little toy."

his voice was harsh, his bitter anger seeping into his action as he bit hard enough for you to push at his shoulders. he cooed and laughed, only digging into your skin even more, the chuckle followed by jealous rage,

"what? don't like it? want that bastard from work to do it instead?"

an ugly show of satisfaction filled his face as he watched your eyes widen, immediately defensive as you argued against him,

"good girl," he sighed, lapping over the skin that was brilliantly blushing, "tomorrow, show them, who's fucking toy you are." scaramouche enjoyed your pathetic panting, your feeble attempts to ask him,

"either wear something that shows these fucking hickies,"

he growled, smirking as he nibbled at the curve of your neck,

"or i'll fuck you like the toy you are in front of all your co-workers."

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BSF I LUV U SM MUA MUA MUA I WOULDNT BE HERE WITHOUT YOUR PROOFREADING <333

im making a full of this to post on ao3 !!

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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#ao3 author #ao3 #drabble #suggestive #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #scaramouche #wanderer genshin #kunikuzushi #wanderer #scara #scarameow #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scara x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche smut #wanderer x you #scaramouche genshin impact #wanderer smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #ktober

[r0ttenhearts]

OKAY IM BACK SO

yandere scara or like overly obsessive and possessive scara who does literally everything in his power to keep you with him because god forbid he loses you too w/ his issues; he resorts to guilt tripping you, gaslighting you, etc etc. eventually, he isolates you after scaring off your friends and reader tries confronting him abt it but he’s having non of that crap (why am i asking for this)

as always; you don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it

(i’m the anon that asked for the fic where reader confronts scara)

bitter lie

possessive/yandere scaramouche x reader

part 1/2

sypnosis: with you and scaramouche’s upcoming streaming career you grow tired of his lingering eyes and attention towards other girls in the field

“i’ll never get over you.” scaramouche’s muffled voice was in your ear. your laugh echoed through scaramouche’s screens as he had your stream open while he was streaming your current “online date.”. the chat gushed from his words, emojis spammed and thousands of more messages coming through.

at the time it was a sweet sentiment, a small reminder of his affection for you. now you wished he hadn’t meant it.

the breakup wasn’t a huge shock to you, or so you believed. scaramouche was completely blindsided when you told him you no longer felt a spark between you two. sure, he had been streaming with other girls after you told him you weren’t okay with it. so what if he commented under every streamers instagram pics that competed with you to stay on top? it was okay!

you’d never forget the anger in his voice that night.

“YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE.” his voice boomed through his mic as his hands slammed on his desk. “me? a hypocrite? i never streamed with any other guys like you did!”

“you fucking hung out with that guy, alone. i’m not stupid. i saw your match logs. i know you were duoed.”

“it’s not my fault he doesn’t want to meet any of my friends, scara! i told you beforehand that i was going to hangout with him after you went to bed.” you shot back. scaramouche was referring to alhaitham. alhaitham almost never got on a game with you as he was too busy with his other streamer friends, but you two went far back to before the both of you started streaming. he wasn’t interested in meeting anymore of your friends after he had a nasty interaction with your ex boyfriend, and you respected that.

“but i’m not just a fucking friend (y/n).” he seethed. you scoffed, this was a side you had never seen of scaramouche.

“if you go through with this you’ll fucking regret it, (y/n). i promise you that.”

you shook your head. you were set on this decision. you would choose your own happiness this time. “go for it scara. i’m sure it won’t be any worse than how it’s been in our relationship.”

with that you hung up and blocked him on everything. you hadn’t meant for it to go this way. you knew his larger following wouldn’t take this well, not with how flirty he was to his viewers. they worshipped him. and in comparison, your viewers wouldn’t be able to compete with the thousands gap.

going to bed that night felt lighter. like a new start in your life. you knew a part of you would miss scaramouche. his gentle laughs when you two would hangout together off stream, his spaced out but sweet texts. there were some things about him that you would always cherish. but the pain far outweighed the comfort of the good moments. you sighed as your eyes fluttered shut. it would all be better in the morning. this heavy, nauseating feeling.

your hands shook as you read over his tweets. he was making your breakup as public as possible, he was going to ruin your career. you laughed dryly as you tapped some buttons on your screen, pressing the green call button as you held your cold phone against your ear. “pick up, please.” you muttered to yourself before you heard his voice from the other side of the speaker.

“(y/n)? it’s so early.” alhaitham’s gruff voice sounded from your phone speaker.

“haitham? did you see what scara tweeted. i broke up with him last night a-and..” your voice muffled with your sobs. alhaitham never knew of the overprotective way scaramouche would react when you’d be with others, others that weren’t him.

“slow down, (y/n). who cares if he tweets about you? you both have your own audiences it’ll die down. breathe.” alhaitham scrolled on scara’s feed on his side of the phone. reading through the comments of the new hate tweets spewing towards you. this was bad. alhaitham knew it was bad attention for your upcoming streaming career.

“shh. calm down.” alhaitham whispered quiet words of comfort as you broke down over the phone.

alhaitham didn’t know the hell that would plague you for the next two months. how wrong he could be. the false words of comfort that would feel bitter against scaramouche’s torment.

taglist: @samarill @whorerificstuff @sakiimeo @astrolomona @dearsumire @saeism @shoheartluv @0kauy @lelemnh @ayameei @aqualesha @msdevilis @linkookie197 @beriiov @xiaonscaraswife @foxlover1144 @gh0sts0up @darliingyu @magica-ren @scara6 @Maxineslair

#genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin x reader angst #wanderer x reader #wanderer angst #scaramouche x reader angst #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche angst x reader #scaramouche angst #scaramouche

[squ1dpee]

Im writing an MCR fic, or at least thinking of writing one. Its gonna be about the album “The Black Parade” and its gonna be gay as all fuck. This is gonna follow Wendigoons lore of the black parade plus going to have my own additions. Overall the structure of the songs will remain the same.

(Note, i dont have names for them yet)

Im trying to decide how to kill off The Parader, I know that I want the male demolition lover to be the one to kill him as part of his “killing 1000 evil men” campaign. I have two ideas as to how hes going to kill the Parader.

Idea one:

The Male Demolition Lover shows up on the battlefield, wearing a tattered bloody suit and sticking out like a sore thumb to The Parader, because hes not wearing armor or insignia of either side and he has a gun that The Parader has never seen before. The Parader and the Male Demolition Lover either chat for a bit/yell across the field or the male demolition lover shoots him.

Pros: he dies on the battlefield, theres a cool moment of confusion then just death

Idea two:

The Parader and his fellow soldiers are staying at a town, using the rooms in the inn and harrassing the establishment to get good deals with stuff. Many of the soldiers are hitting on women and they encourage The Parader to shoot his shot, to which he declines. He watches his crush hit on some pretty woman and is just seething. Then comes the Male Demolition Lover, who decides to seduce The Parader before he kills him. They do the hanky panky, and the male demolition lover falls asleep. The parader writes a letter to his mother basically coming out and a lot of stuff and then goes back to sleep, when they wake up in the morning, the male demolition lover kills the parader and then he goes and reads the letter and sends it.

Pros: cheating male demolition lover/getting to write from his perspective and create easter eggs to the other album, build up to the death, the parader finally doing the “sin” he believes will get him to hell or whatever.

Cons: death not on the battlefield

#mcr #my chemical romance #my chemical fucking romance #the demolition lovers #the black parade #the parader/the patient #gay #three cheers for sweet revenge #fanfiction #fandom #mcr fandom #queer

[mamawasatesttube]

So i was just rotating your "Jack drake lives au" in my mind and at the same time remembered those panels of superman shaking hands with Some Fucking Guy (i think he was being a bitch to Lois or smth) and he makes direct unflinching eye contact with the tight lipped smile and his grip is a little too tight to be friendly

Anyways im not saying he hates Jack but i do think Kon off-handedly mentioned the "joke" about his nail polish and Clark went "oh really now?" And didnt forget

So rip Jack at that family dinner night bc not only is Lois waiting for an excuse to obliterate him but Clark is right there with her and if jack thinks that Good Ol Country folk Ma and Pa will back him up then hes in for a surprise lol

oh yeah absolutely!!!! the thing is. literally Nobody likes jack in this au ksjdhfkd like kon and dick absolutely have texted each other to bitch about him, ma openly shakes her head when she hears about how he treats tim (and she WILL speak her mind if he ever tries to shut that sweet boy down in front of her!), cass literally won't speak to him bc he failed the vibe check so bad, etc...

and like. no one is telling tim this. they Know it'll make him feel like he has to defend his dad bc he loves him! but sometimes tim mentions oh he can't join for games this friday night, he and his dad are going on an early morning fishing trip. and cass just meets kon's eyes across the room behind tim's back and rolls her eyes so hard.

but yeah. clark will mostly let lois handle the obliteration with ma's backup as needed bc he knows she's got this. his form of expressing his severe disapproval of jack, his views, and his parenting? supporting tim. thanking him for doing the dishes after dinner, praising his work ethic, ruffling his hair and telling him he did a great job with that case he wrapped up last week, etc. it makes tim go "!!! :D!!!" like that pic of the cat getting patted. tim has always craved approval and affirmation and affection from people around him and he gets it in spades from the kents. and jack sees his son light up and open up around these people way more than he does with him. it's not a good feeling.

it's just tough bc like, tim doesn't want anyone getting mad at jack. but the idea of anyone getting mad at jack on his behalf is also just such a shock to him. he's not used to that. he feels like he has to manage jack and be responsible for him in a lot of ways (if jack says something shitty in front of lois, tim cringes because now jack is gonna get his ass handed to him and feel humiliated, and that's his dad and he was trying to help, and also he feels like it's on him that his dad is being like that. why? oh you know.) (its the unnamed emotional abuse, thats why.)

but also clark and kon watch lois ask tim how his degree is going now that he's in engineering school, and lightly rib him and ask if she can't poach him into investigative journalism instead, because she doesn't usually take interns but she'd make an exception! and tim cocks his head like a dog and says well, maaaybe he'd be down to consider an internship if she's serious? it does sound cool. what are the details? and jack, who barely gets more than one-word answers when he talks to tim about his future, is just kinda seething. heart rate goin up bc hes mad. and kon and clark just exchange extremely amused glances across the kitchen and sip their hot chocolates.

like the tim and jack dynamic is complicated; it'd be a lot easier if the love wasn't so real but it is present. its just that jack is soooo emotionally immature and grounded in Classic American Manhood and ideas of fatherhood. and the fact that tim is growing beyond that and not fitting in the mold he's "supposed" to eats at him. its a tragedy but also we are all pointing and laughing at jack every time superfam make him grind his teeth.

#answers #peacheel #jack drake lives au #tim #clark #jack drake

[left4deadstuck]

You bite your lower lip. You don't think being straight to the point with Karkat would be a good idea… Though you considered it heavily before ultimately choosing to go with an apology.

Okay… Here it comes.

Dave: hey. Dave: im… sorry Dave: im sorry man

Your voice is quiet. Maybe too quiet, making you think the other didn't hear you. So you look up to glance at the other.

Dave: genuinely i Dave: i didnt think wed see each other like

You don’t get the chance to finish before he raises his hand to cut you off.

Karkat: YOU KNOW IF I WANTED TO WATCH SOMEONE VOMIT THE FLIMSIEST APOLOGY KNOWN TO MAN, I'D GO OUTSIDE AND WATCH ONE OF THE INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT THERE THROW UP THEIR GUTS ONTO THE PAVEMENT. Karkat: AND IT WOULD STILL BE A BETTER "SORRY" THAN ANYTHING YOUR BATTER BRAINED SKULL COULD CONJURE UP RIGHT NOW. Karkat: SO SAVE US BOTH THE EMBARRASSMENT AND SHUT UP FOR GODSAKES

You scowl, back straightening. Goddamnit now you remember. Remember how much of a crabby jackass he is.

Dave: oh Dave: because sitting in the dark while silently death glaring at each other is productive Dave: cause we got all the time in the world to just kick back and do absolutely nothing but seethe at each other Dave: not like i was trying t

Karkat: TO DO WHAT EXACTLY? BE REMORSEFUL? BE ACTUALLY APOLOGETIC WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE DESPITE KNOWING I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU? Karkat: DO YOU HONESTLY TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT?! Karkat: THAT I WOULD EVEN HUMOR THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SORRY?!! Karkat: THAT I'LL JUST TOSS MY RESENTMENT AND FRUSTRATION OUT INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BECAUSE POOR OL' STRIDER IS JUST A PATHETIC LUMP OF BRUISES! Karkat: *FAT FUCKING CHANCE.* Karkat: YOU COULD BE FOLDED INTO THE MOST DISGUSTING AND AGONIZING EXAMPLE OF HUMAN ORIGAMI AND I'D STILL BE "SEETHING" Karkat: SO YEAH, *I’M SORRY* THAT I DECIDED NOT TO WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY HEARING YOUR LOUSY ATTEMPT AT A HEART TO HEART

Dave: … Dave: sigh

Once upon a time Jade had asked you and your mutual group of friends to test out the latest version of her new project. A mental inventory system that had a very convoluted retrieval and sorting system. Luckily her team was quick to fix that after your group’s trials with it.

Jade never really told you exactly why, but you always speculated that some people on her team, or well, someone, didn’t really trust your legitimacy enough when signing your NDA. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you though, after all you have made a name for yourself with your bizarre level of spectacles you do for the sake of irony.

It did not thrill you to find out the next morning that you would now deal with the living embodiment of “stick up the ass” as your personal bodyguard for however long the trial had to last for. Despite your best efforts to get rid of the guy, you’ve quickly learned a few things about Mr. Vantas here. One of those things being that he is skeptical and stubborn to a fault.

Well, there it goes, your plans being haplessly thrown out the window! Poor sons of bitches didn’t even have a chance-

You hear a snap next to your ear

Karkat: JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND AND PAY ATTENTION

Dave: what Dave: you have another drawn out monologue about how god awful i am? Dave: are you sure your throat can handle that shakespeare Dave: ya dont exactly have the voice for stage anymore with all that smoke Dave: but lets be real here Dave: its probably a good thing that you cant blow out anyone within a 10 ft radius of you eardrums anymore because you decided to make causal conversation

Karkat: YOU MOUTHY FUCKING PRICK- Karkat: CAN YOU DO THE WORLD Karkat: AND ME ESPECIALLY Karkat: A FUCKING FAVOR TO SHOVE WHATEVER BULLSHIT YOU HAVE IN YOUR WINDPIPE AND FUCKING LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO TELL YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Dave: ok sir ill be on my best behavior for "five fucking seconds"

Karkat:THANK YOU, GODDAMN. Karkat: AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO JUST KICK YOUR USELESS ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A FIGHT BETWEEN YOUR POTENTIALLY TRIGGER HAPPY HELLSPAWN. Karkat: AND ALTHOUGH I THINK IT’S WITHIN MY RIGHT TO FEEL THIS LEVEL OF BRIGHT HOT ANGER TOWARDS ALL OF YOU… Karkat: SIGHS … I

He looks up at the ceiling as if his next few words are the greatest offense that any higher power could have subjected him to utter.

Karkat: (GOD I MUST BE MORE SICK THAN I THOUGHT.) Karkat: I, FOR SOME REASON THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE SEEING AS I HAVE DEALT WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR TOTAL TRASH FIRE OF A PREDICAMENT, BUT HERE I AM EVER THE GLUTTON FOR MORE SELF-INFLICTED MISERY

Dave: yeah yeah i get it Dave: im a dick get to the point

Karkat: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, YOU COMPLETE JACKASS!

Karkat: AND I HATE THAT CAUSE THAT RISKS MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE I ABSOLUTELY DON'T OWE SHIT TO, BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO THINK OF A REASON TO JUSTIFY IT TO MYSELF I CAN’T. Karkat: I CAN'T LIVE EASY KNOWING THAT IF SOMEONE DIED, EVEN IF THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING YOU...I Karkat: I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN SURVIVORS GUILT YOU YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Dave: oh Dave: uh Dave:th Karkat: NO SHUT THE FUCK UP Karkat: FUCKING Karkat: NO!

Karkat: HAVING A SENSE OF COMPASSION STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT’S EITHER I HELP OR I DIE. Karkat: DON’T TAKE THE FACT THAT I SOMEHOW STILL HAVE MY MORALS INTACT AS FLATTERY. Karkat: INSTEAD BURY THAT IDEA SO FAR IN THE WORTHLESS SLUDGE YOU CALL A THOUGHT PROCESS UNTIL IT ATOMIZES INTO NONEXISTEN-!

He must've worked himself up. You watch him as he moves out of your space to turn and hack up a cloud of smoke. Well, if this isn’t just the perfect time to digest the clusterfuck he has given you. While it is great that he is going to help you out, he’s doing it out of fear and as fuck up as it is, it’s an advantage you have over him.

Though is it a good idea to go along with that? That could risk him fucking you all over and abandoning all of you last minute. You could gain his trust, maybe offer him something that he might want, but even then what would you give him, you have no clue if you have anything to offer him, not to mention that again, he could still just ditch the plan when the opportunity shows up.

What are you going to do?

===> AUDIENCE

#l4dstuck #left4deadstuck #homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #(Canon Typical Artstyle Inconsistency/j. God this took too long) -MM

[csprslvt]

you and i, and her pt. 8

Chapter seven

Summary: Reader and Abby talk. Feeling very conflicted about what side to take so the burn is still slow, Ellie is falling deeper in love with the idea of who reader is. And reader hates herself for it. Lots of thinking ensues.

Warnings:The D slur, homophobia, angst, self hate, manipulative/lying behavior,unhealthy coping skills,mentions of dissociation,sexual jokes implied,love triangle,betrayal,angsty thoughts,written on an iphone bc my laptop died and I can’t find the charger so probably badly written,Ellie is down so bad someone tell her to stand up‼️‼️‼️

You probably shouldn't have told Abby about Ellie, if you were a better friend you might have kept her secret. But at the same time it was so conflicting. Abby’s sweet words had made you fold immediately.

“So wait, you've been hanging around someone plotting to kill me?”

“Abby I came with her to find you first, to tell you.”

“So what exactly am I supposed to do with that information? Not go home and let everyone back at the WLF base die?”

“I don't know but I don't want you there it's not safe”

Abby scoffed

“I can take her.”

“I don't want you to hurt her either.”

A myriad of emotions crossed Abby's face.

“So you're on her side too? Youre with someone who is trying to kill me?”

“No Abby I'm not.”

“Then why are you protecting her?”

“Are you- are you fucking jealous?”

“Why are you protecting her?”

“Fuck Abby you have no right to accuse me of anything right now, nor have the right to be possessive over me considering you were just having sex with Owen, and would’ve continued doing so had I not showed up.”

“Its the principal of what your doing that is fucking with my head right now y/n.”

“Fucking with your head? You know what actually blows my mind, the fact that you were so willing to jump into bed with someone without even looking for me. The fact that I'm supposed to be the love of your life and you didn't look for me. That is so fucked up. So yea I am fucking protecting her because she is my friend and shes been good to me and Im a goddamn human who doesnt want either of you to be in pain.”

Abby watched you intently, soaking in your words.

“I said I was sorry about Owen.”

“Yes you did, but have I even forgiven you? I have no idea. Both of you frustrate me so fucking much.”

“Owen and I?”

“No, you and Ellie. I love you Abby, I have never loved anyone else but sometimes loving you hurts me. And I'm confused because I initially came out here to jump back into your arms and run away with you but now I don't know If that's what I want considering someone else’s hands were on you and you let it be that way. What happened to us?”

“If we had never separated this wouldn't have happened”

“Well I'm sorry I got kidnapped. That was totally in my control” You seethed.

“y/n I am sorry.I can't tell you how badly I need you back in my life again. Things haven't been the same. I'm not the same, the entire WLF base can see it… come home. I need you”

“I just need some time to figure out what the fuck I want to do”

Abby stood up

“Well I'm not waiting for all my friends to die. I'm going home.”

“Abby please I can't let her kill you.”

“Have more faith in me.”

“It's hard to believe anything when it comes to you anymore”

Abby made a pained expression, that was a little painful to hear but it was fair.

You looked outside, and the light was coming in. Ellie would be awake soon.

“I've gotta go before she sees that I'm gone.”

Standing up you stepped close to Abby, hugging her. Her arms wrapped around you, lifting you off her feet, your face borrowed in her neck.

“Just, don't die okay?” Though now all you did with Abby was argue, she was still someone you cared deeply for.

“I won't ,stay safe y/n '' Abby mumbled into your shoulder.

The love was still so strong. It just felt strained.

That night or rather that morning when you had gotten back to Ellie, you’d snuggled up against her side again. And like second nature she pulled you into her, brushing her lips against your forehead and if she had been a little closer, it would have seemed like a kiss.

This was wrong, it was all so so wrong. But being close to Ellie felt good. It felt uncomplicated, simple, safe.

Ellie, once again woke up first. Her heart slowed to a gentle rhythm when she discovered you fast asleep in her arms.

“Beautiful”

Beautiful, she thought when she looked at you. Memorizing every pathway of your skin, looking softly at you as if she could never look away. It was a different admiration she had ever felt. Not with Riley, not with Cat, not with Dina. You were so you. Each of her past lovers had a thing about them that she was drawn to but you, she couldn't put a finger on it. All she knew is that she craved more. More days waking up with you in her arms, more of your laughs, smiles, more hidden glances she snuck when you were busy brushing shimmer or staring off into the treeline, mindlessly rubbing the gold locket that fell gracefully onto your pretty collarbones.

She wondered what was in that locket of yours, a past lover? A sibling or family member? Perhaps a pet? She highly doubted that possibility. You werent really an animal person unless it was shimmer.

Eventually you stirred awake.

“G’mornin Els” you drawled, a voice as smooth and soft as honey. It was music to her ears. She loved how vulnerable you sounded, fresh in the morning, only visible to her.

“Morning y/n” The look she was giving you was a little too overwhelming to be making eye contact with so you lowered your gaze.

“Sorry I'm all up in your space again. I couldn't-”

“No, I like it”

You blinked.

Ellie once again made it awkward.

“Dude you gotta stop flirting with me”

you spoke trying to break up the tension. (Was it uncomfortable or sexual tension? That you'll never tell)

Ellie’s face changed into that of a tomato.

“ I wasn't!”

You sat up next to her stretching her eyes immediately went to the bare skin that showed as your shirt rode up. She couldn't help it.

Before you could catch her eye though, she looked away, deciding that suddenly the sky was very interesting, looking intently at it.

“Sure, you definitely were!” You giggled.

Finally the pair of you were back on the road.

Once again, you were chest to back, wrapped around her waist and to Ellie, nothing ever felt so right.

She was so happy you followed her on her journey. You were so kind, so selfless for supporting her like this. She hoped that once this was all over she would be happy again. Happy with you. Her best friend. When she and Dina had broken up she never thought she would meet someone as amazing as you but you stumbling into those words was such a little miracle.

Ellie was perfectly content with the feeling of you holding onto her, she savored every touch. Never had she once had a platonic relationship with another girl that felt so deep and powerful. It flooded her heart with warmth. She only hoped that you reciprocated her feelings.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks”

“For what?”

“For coming all this way for me. You have no idea how much it means to me.”

You paused, guilt crawling into your soul. laying thoughts of self hatred inside of you, like an infection.

Like a parasite.

If only she knew you had came here to betray her.

“Of course Ellie.”

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“Oh god Ellie stop. I’m a horrible person” you’d heard yourself think. But you didn’t say that. She would never allow you to think that. Ellie was a good person.

“Of course Ellie.”

Lying, lying, lying. You were a bad person, cruel, selfish. Saying sweet words to disguise the truth. Maybe you did deserve to be with someone like Abby. Maybe you deserved to be forgotten about.Not looked for, abandoned. Ellie didn’t deserve that. She was a perfect friend. Maybe you should just leave tonight and stay with Abby, like a coward unable to tell Ellie what was actually going on. Why you were really there; to save your ex-girlfriend, whose locket you still wore close to your heart. Were you even broken up? Were you available? Could you entertain Ellie’s obvious advances? No, it’s probably a bad idea. But you already sucked as a person, you might as well just go all the way into complete douche-baggary.

“Ellie when this is all over we need to have a girls night.”

“Girls night?”

“Yea like we eat a bunch of shit food, say horrible things about people we don’t like and do face masks!”

Ellie turned and smiled at you.

“I’d really like that”

The journey went on, and you came across infected, yet to see raiders or hunters. Ellie was stealthy. She taught you how to come up behind them and how to sneak amongst the masses. They never seemed to really really go for her, they were so busy chasing you. That was a little weird, how they acted like she was one of them. Maybe she really was that smooth. But you doubted it. It was Ellie Williams. She wasn’t smooth about anything. Especially not when it mattered. At least not other than murdering infected.

She seemed to enjoy this position she placed herself in, she liked teaching you things, sharing information, seeing you watch her, having your eyes on her. She wanted more of it. Every drop of attention you gave her she ate it up.It probably wasn’t normal to want someone so badly. Especially her best friend but she didn’t care. Not as long as you looked at her.

Call her desperate or depraved or whatever but she couldn’t get enough. If only you knew how deep her admiration ran, maybe you would be scared away but she doubted it. You were just as crazy as she was, after all if you weren’t you wouldn’t have been such good friends. Clicking so fast as if you were always meant to meet.

You, on the other hand, felt more sick than ever. Good thing you were such an experienced liar otherwise Ellie would’ve caught on.

It was a feeling of pure disgust by your own actions. By telling Abby about Ellie you were basically associating with the person Ellie hated the most, and rightfully so. But they were both frustrating. Abby killing Joel as revenge and Ellie killing Abby as a result. It was a big, unhealthy cycle that likely wouldn’t offer Ellie any happiness. After all she couldn’t bring anyone back to life by sacrificing another.She wouldn’t heal from this.

What would you do, when the time comes to choose between them? Abby was really pissing you off but that didn’t mean the love you had would just go away. She has seen every bad part of you and loved you regardless. You were sure Ellie would feel nothing but hate when/if she found out you met up with Abby, nevermind loved Abby.

So you came to the conclusion to utilize a common coping skill in your every day life. You would dissociate, disconnect from the stress and allow yourself to be loved by Ellie. Enjoy the moments with her before she would ultimately leave you. Or until you ultimately left her. The thought left a sick feeling inside of your abdomen. She would never forgive you. So you might as well take advantage of right now before everything went to compete and utter shit.

Notes: feedback is greatly appreciated! Pls lmk if the story should be team Abby or team Ellie. thanks for reading xoxoxo!

#abby anderson #abby x reader #ellie tlou2 #angst #ellie x reader #gaming #eventual smut #fem reader #the last of us 2 #ellie williams

[nyxofdemons]

okay okay okay. im so normal. im so so normal about this

some thoughts on the new episode:

*inhale*

MOXXIES DAD FUCKING SUCKS. I DONT EVEN HATE CASH AS MUCH AS I HATE CRIM. GOOD WORK TEAM IM FUCKING SEETHING ABOUT HIM (in a good writing way)

I LOVE THE GREED RING!!! the music is PHENOMENAL? i am obsessed with the soundtrack when they're first flying in, it's STUNNING

MILLIE AND MOXXIE BOTH DATED CHAZ. I WASNT EXPECTING THIS?? ITS SO FUNNY HELP

blitz being pissed at "THERE'S SOMEONE WHO FUCKED BOTH OF YOU?" GAJSBSV HES SO JEALOUS???

the fucking boat movie quote

listen chaz is funny and all but i fucking hate him for what he did to moxxie. die die die my boy deserved BETTER THAN THAT

I LOVE THE SCENE OF MOXXIE AND BLITZ MEETING!!! oh my god its so cute. blitz's annoying optimism and it cheering moxxie up almost instantly. MOXXIE HAVING A SOFT SPOT FOR KIDS (THE SOFT LITTLE SMILE WHEN BLITZ MENTIONS LOONA??)

"you called him a friendless horsefucker" and blitz changing it to "horseless friendfucker" as if the lack of horses is more notable. blitz's obsession with horses will literally never not be fucking golden

crim smacking moxxie was actually such a fucking incredible scene. like don't get me wrong i'm ready to kill him with my bare hands but the way this scene was DONE. the intensity and tension break was fucking PHENOMENAL. the same thing happened with moxxie's fight with striker. i could talk about this forever but the way the scene is shot and the camera angles and everything make it feel SO intimate and have such a close-up kind of fear to them.

"okay, first off, dad, i'm bisexual" "yeah, gay!" "FOR FUCKS SAKE" RHKAHWKABSVS

SORRY IM SORRY MOXXIES DAD BEING LIKE,,, VAGUELY HOMOPHOBIC YET STILL TRYING TO FORCE MOXXIE TO MARRY CHAZ. ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY GSKABQBD

seeing moxxie shrink and close up on himself hit SO CLOSE TO HOME,,, mox doesn't really censor himself at all with blitz - even though blitz is technically above him, they're still equal enough that moxxie will constantly snap back at him. seeing moxxie be so anxious and falter and stutter and hold his tongue is just..... god it feels so realistic and well done. im going to sob

THE FLASHBACK FUCKING DEVASTATED ME. GOOD FUCKING MORNING. oh my god baby moxxie and his mother and watching as crim ruins everything. im going to be sick

CHAZ'S MUSICAL NUMBER. THE EMOTIONAL PUNCHES AND THEN THE COMEDY ARE SO WELL TIMED GHAKABANSB

CHAZ AND BLITZ HOLY SHIT. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS??? i mean for starters it was fucking hilarious but like. oh my god. the stolitz implications (will stolas find out?? how will he feel??? does this tie into stolas giving him that crystal??? SOMETHING ABOUT BLITZ BEING SO DISSATISFIED WITH CHAZ GIVES ME STOLITZ FEELS. something something stolas being the best he's ever had and/or him LIKING stolas so much that he's not really enjoying being with anyone else??? HELLO????

MOXXIE STANDING UP TO HIS DAD!!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!! when he hit the table and crim jumped! combined with the calm and cold voice... GOOD SHIT

the priest officiating the wedding is so fucking funny. guy who doesn't get paid enough for this shit

THE MUSIC AGAIN!!! ITS SO GOOD

MILLIE MY WIFE MILLIE WITH A KNIFE MILLIE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

SHES SO COOL

I LOVE MILLIE SO MUCH

she ripped out a dude's spine and strangled someone else with it??? oh 👀👀👉👈

anyway i am having one million thoughts that i can't put into words but in conclusion!! GOOD episode good shit i'm emotionally devastated and will not be recovering for many many days <33

#mine #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss exes and oohs #e: exes and oohs

[the-meme-monarch]

oh oh chulip headcanons, got any abt Julie? I thought it was neat she used to be an idol, and just by basic virtue of "time passed since the game was made" one of the older school type ones.

i will also do goro, love interest, and the cat bc i don't think i have enough to constitute them being in their own posts!!! and in case no one asks for them. and they are Family

-its a fond headcanon of mine that just about everyone in llt is Not Human so julie has non-retractable claws, sharp canines, and four eyes (her eyebrows) :], love interest inhereted the claws and canines. I'm not certain yet but im thinking goro is. a sentient sweet potato thing in human form based on his section in Her Heart .

-love interest's bow emotes like cat ears :]

-julie and goro are t4t. when you show julie dr dandy's card she says "[love interest] was born at that hospital". notice she didn't specify who gave birth to her

-love interest is also trans

-when love interest ran away it was moreso that she went to school one morning and just. never went back home. stuffed her telescope and sleeping bag into her backpack and left

-this isn't My headcanon but I adopted it as well. goro is so so good at making sandwiches. i think he's actually a better cook than julie(her yakitori being described by Everyone as being burnt and/or raw, where goro considers his sweet potatoes to be art and also they heal you so i don't think Julie made them.)

-love interest used to help her mom cook or help goro sell sweet potatoes :] she was the one keeping the business afloat really .

-julie and goro having been an idol and a movie director and A Couple, made llt into a bit of a tourist attraction. before then llt was literally only known about bc of lover's tree, (which i like to think that in-universe the "[name] and [name] sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g" rhyme came from! it is inaccurate to actual lover's tree lore and it pisses llt residents off So Bad!) anyway them being individually popular and Together put llt like Actually on the map. but julie was a one hit wonder and goro's career fizzled out around when love interest was born (his last movie being akuma doll). julie opened a restaurant to try to keep an audience, but well. she is Not a good cook.

-goro was famous for his movies bc they were so bad they're good. y'know.

-goro and julie don't really wear their wedding rings, with julie cooking all the time, and goro's just not much of a jewelry guy, but he wears both their rings on a string/necklace tucked under his shirt :']

-also according to the jp guide book goro isn't good at expressing his emotions. so not a headcanon but i think it's worth mentioning

-also sorry to be a goro stan but i need to mention it. julie is not faultless in their relationship. please remember that julie threw out his movies (which were important to him. he literally ran a movie theater) and she belittles him in every interaction they have up until she thinks he's Dead. she slaps him when you first meet them. goro is not physically abusive. him throwing the bottle was a Final Straw type moment. not that goro isn't also without blame but it makes me fucking seethe that people put all the blame on him when the point of julie's kiss quest was highlighting that they're Both flawed people but can Both grow and become better. i can only guess people treated him as the aggressor like that bc of his alcoholism, and how julie was the one harmed at the apex of the bar scene from the wine coupon, and the "she likes cats, she'll be fine" line WHICH i think that translation did it a disservice. I think he meant "she's like a cat. she'll come home when she's ready". y'know.

-we know Julie has been living in llt since she was at least 8 years old (when you show her the micro gum she tells you about an incident from then) but she doesn't know that microgum makes you small? and she doesn't know that the graveyard doesn't mean an Immediate death sentence. I think she just didnt know abt microgum bc She Was Eight and then her time as an idol made it hard for her to connect with the rest of town (being hounded by the media/fans/paparazzi) so she never even found out that That Kid probably didn't Just Disappear he probably just got small, and then even after that she just didn't get out much bc she had family and restaurant to maintain. maybe only a few people even know that being sentenced to the graveyard doesn't mean Instant Death. policeman does just shoot on sight at night after all

-julie and policeman seem to be/to have been friends? he knows that the hair pin poor boy stole is julie's and that it's special to her. and julie says he's a good man .

-the cat disappears behind the hospital every night. i like to think it knows everything abt everyone in town for it's quiz at the end bc it lives in the walls of the hospital and is eaves dropping/reading dandy's documents

-love interest straight up did not name the cat. but maybe post-game she does :]

-this is less of a headcanon and more of an idea for a potential re-release, but i think it'd be neat if you Could kiss the cat, but as you level up the cat gets more and more upset with you, until eventually trying to interact w it at all it attacks you. then in Her Heart we find out it's because you've been getting closer to love interest and it's jealous you're going to take her from it (it's line in-game "[poor boy] is trying to steal my [love interest]"). and rocky. let me kiss rocky

#the monarch’s court #chulip

[bluiex]

Well if you want angst I can give you angst, as I am a chronic writer of hurt/no comfort I will never post.

Scar and Grian never recovered from double life, members of Hermitcraft were always used to their joking dynamic and frankly healthy relationship. No matter how many pranks Grian pulled or how many times Scar got them both killed, everyone around the duo would always know their relationship could never so much as be touched. Ever since the trust they built from the ground up in third life was formed everything between them seemed perfect. The couple even building their bases next to each other in every season, always around each other in general. Hermitcraft members joking in chat whenever they’d accidentally catch Grian and Scar sharing a romantic moment together thinking nobody was around.

Yet despite all of this, everyone watched it crash and burn after the two returned from double life. BigB and Grian’s little relationship had effectively shattered everything Scar had. He had thought everything was perfect, but the first night he caught Bigb and Grian in the games he could only find himself thinking through every mistake he possibly could have made to lead to this moment. Not once did he think that Grian was possibly in the wrong. Maybe Scar died one too many times, said the wrong thing and got on Grian’s last nerve, maybe he was too clueless and Grian got fed up. So many possibilities and yet it took finding Grian looking at BigB like he was the last person in the world to realize- maybe Grian did something wrong. Maybe Scar loved too hard and it finally caught up. Maybe Grian dove head first into an untruthful love burning their relationship, and left Scar behind with the ashes. It hurt and Scar had no goddamn idea what to do, it’s not like he could avoid his literal soulmate in a death game.

The second they got back to Hermitcraft though? Scar had the time to be spiteful. When he wasn’t fighting for his life and the man he loved at every turn, he had time to seethe and think and feel so many emotions he thought he’d never have to experience in a relationship with Grian. Grian realized a mistake too late when at every opportunity Scar was dodging every interaction possible with him. The man who he formerly would wake up next to every morning was instead doing project after project just to avoid him. Scar never dumped him directly, but Grian decided he didn’t need to verbalize it. Mumbo wouldn’t even comfort the avian, he knew he fucked up just as much as Grian did. And Mumbo wasn’t about to comfort a cheater, as much as he cared for Grian he knows there was nothing left to fix. All trust formed had shattered and they both knew Grian caused it. There wasn’t any laughter after a stupid prank or kisses of apology after Scar led them into an accidental death. Grian had realized after enough glares from practically everybody on the server, and enough nights in his cold and strangely empty bed that, well, there was nothing left for him to fix. -🎻

Im.. im not crying theres just somthing in my eyes *sobbing* breaking my heart in such a good way.. I love it sm. just Grian being so in the wrong and regretting every second of it. Scar getting to be sad, getting to be angry and upset about it. And everyone having his back for it. and Grian this time can't fix it, because he knows what he did was awful. So he isolates himself, for a long time, no one sees him. and when they finally do he is a fucking wreck. But people cant find it in themselves to care as muc has they should.. sure they're like you ok? and all that but don't offer help

#yooooo im chill enough from drinking to reply lets gooooooo #scarian #bluie gets an ask poggers

[fr3dslut]

nancy wheeler being a angry dom after work bc people were getting on her nervs 🤭 im literally a slut for nancy so most requests are gonna be abt her 😭

⚡️

BROOOO

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You were sitting on the couch, watching the television waiting for nancy to get him. She’d been gone since 9:30 this morning and you missed her.

Suddenly you heard the door slam shut, you jumped off the couch expecting some random person who came into your house! but no it was nancy and she looked so…. angry.

“Hi nance, how was your day—“

“Shut up.” She seethed, cupping your cheeks with her hands before smashing your lips together, your lips fit together perfectly, she’d usually kiss you nice and slow, savour the moment. But right now you knew she needed something more, she needed your body.

“You gonna be good for me? Let me fuck your pussy real good?” she asked, you nodded, letting yourself settle on the couch, she knelt in front of you, her face directly in front of your clothed pussy, you were just in a long t-shirt and your pretty pink cotton underwear, the ones she loved. She smiled, eying your pussy with a predator like demeanour,,, before pushing your panties to the side and stuffing her face into your wet pussy. She licked up and down, capturing your clit in between your teeth.

“Oh fuck! Nance— please!” You moaned loudly, your fingers threading through her mess of curls, tugging at it harshly, she groaned into you, licking faster and faster, she removed her mouth from you, not without a loud whine from your end, but you were quickly silenced by her menacing stare.

“gonna let me fuck your pussy? push my fingers inside that tight hole of yours? hmh?” she asked kissing at your thigh! you couldn’t seem to form any coherent sentences at the moment so all you did was moan and nods your head,

her hand came down harshly on your thigh, making you help!

“you know i hate it when you don’t use your words.” she mumbled, biting at the skin of your thigh.

“Yes—yes please, please fill me.” And the smile on her face could light up miles of darkness.

she was gonna have fun tonight

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#em’s sweetheart 💗 #em responds #⚡️ anon #nancy wheeler #dom nancy #in love with her FKTDUDSDY

[kibbits]

Good morning! I had. A nightmare i think didjdjd

(its fine! im just surprised because i can dream full-on horror movie events like a poltergeist porcelain doll and its really just a dream about trying to write down a phone number! Or that time i was a scientist and the first zombie got created in our lab and it was an ultra fast zombie jumping off the walls and i literally woke up actually saying "No. -fuck that!" djdjdj)

Putting the rest under readmore

Or that time i dreamt i was catching up with my childhood friend who was turned into a body horror, life sized nutcracker - like, human skin stretched over a nutcracker frame - i think i have art of it somewhere fkdnd ANYWAY

A bunch of stuff happened, I was being overworked till midnight multiple days in the dream and i was tired, and then i must've nodded off cause I was dreaming and then this woman started telling me about how she controls the dream/me and I'm at the mercy of her whims or something

And I went 'haha! she doesn't know that I'm the one dreaming! (for the record, in dreams i dont believe im dreaming even when im FLYING 'because I still have to land so clearly im awake')

So i woke up, went to the bathroom, and then I closed the pharmacy cabinet door and like a horror movie my reflection was SO fucked up

i had no face, only my nose and like a deeply, unnaturally shadowed part around the bridge of my nose in a circle? and then i noticed i did have tiny eyes - they were wide fucking open, white iris, pinpoint pupils and looked so fucking intense/supernaturally furious (for some reason thats a common theme for my reflection to have those eyes???? but most of the time i treat it as normal/as if its me and not like its my reflection being seething at me silently)

And i went oh fuck I DIDNT ACTUALLY WAKE UP SHE CONTROLS IT FR IM GONNA DIE and bit my thumb as hard as I could and I actually woke up irl djdjd disoriented af and touched things to make sure i was awake-awake (the texture)

i dont usually wake myself up either! it was interesting!

#kibs talks #dreams

[lavenderberrycookie]

Grape Jelly X Purple Yam Cookie

laying fast asleep grape jelly slowly awoke to the sunlight hitting his face. on instinct he reached for his lover purple yam but was puzzled as he only felt his pillow.

“yammie?” grape jelly sleepily spoke into the morning

“MOTHERFUCKER” was heard in the clear morning as pans fell.

“yammie??” grape jelly said running to the kitchen, “what happened???!!”

“I FUCKING DROPPED THE PANCAKES!” yam yelled angrily looking at the pancakes on the floor

grape jelly looks at the mess on the floor “it’s okay we can order something from the bakery!!” he smiled taking a hold of yam’s hand.

“NO ITS NOT OKAY THIS ISNT HOW YOUR BIRTHDAY IS SUPPOSED TO GO I HAD A PLAN!!” yam says seething

“…i had a plan…” he mumbles hiding his face

grape jelly stares at yams side profile lost in his thoughts he had a plan… he remembered my birthday..

coming out of his thoughts grape jelly turns yam back towards him “hey.. hey.. it’s okay you remembered my birthday that’s a win in my book” he chuckles softly

his words cause yam to glare and move his hands to grape jelly’s waist holding him firmly close to his body. “i want more than just to remember your birthday i want-” yam sighs angrily.

“i want to show you how much you mean to me that you’re the best thing to ever happen in my life you absolute idiot.” yam finishes looking directly into grape jelly’s eyes

“yammie..” grape jelly says as he feels his heart hammer in his chest and tears gather in his eyes.

“i know i’m angry all the time and always so busy, i leave you for weeks without contact because of the missions. i know i have the goal of defeating dark choco cookie and i think about it a lot..” he paused taking a breath “ but i wanted you to know that no matter what you’re my number one priory always.”

his body separates from grape jelly’s grabbing something from his pocket with shaking hands.

“yammie oh god..” grape jelly gasped covering his face and fighting the urge to fall to his knees.

“i had this whole thing planned breakfast then we would do all your favorite things and then go to the garden where we met..” yam said his cheeks reddening

down on one knee yam revealed the ring gold with grape vines engraved around it.

“grape jelly cookie i didn’t know when i met you, you would stay with me where ever i went that you would consume me. but every moment i spend with you has been the greatest. im proposing to you on your birthday because it’s my favorite day in the entire world. the day the love of my life came to be will you marry me?” yam said holding his breath

“you stupid fucking idiot!!” grape jelly said falling to the floor

“i-”

but taking a closer look at grape jelly’s face he had the biggest smile on his face as tears flowed freely

seeing this yam relaxed chuckling “is that a yes?” he asked

“yes a thousand times over.” grape exclaimed suddenly throwing himself into yam’s arms

“ugh- you’re such an idiot you know that?” yam exhaled

“an idiot in love.” grape jelly sigh dreamily

“whatever” yam grumbled but a smile touched his lips “i love you.”

a/n: happy birthday kayden!! @grapejuice720 i hope you like this little thing i’m not good at drawing so this is the least i could do!!

#scenarios #imagines #oneshots #headcanons #fluff #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #purple yam cookie

[androideql]

I'm venting im seething im not coping well im

When I went to bed last night, there was no probability of rain in the weather report. There were some rather dark clouds up there and the air was warm, but I figured, hey...the weather forecast guys are pros, right? I'm probably imagining things. Now, I woke up this morning, about an hour ago, after having taken basically just a 3 hour nap thanks to insomnia. I'm on my feet, my stomach full of oats and fruit, fully dressed up, ready to go after two shots of espresso, and what do I hear? I mean, ya'll already know what I'm getting at. It's fucking Rain. It's the rain. The rain is here. I AM NEVER TRUSTING THE WEATHER GUYS AGAIN.

I made lunch that couls be served cold for today goddammit! What am I gonna do with cold lunch on a rainy day?!

The people who kudosed Embers are calling and Eternal fugue are the only good thing this morning.

#android talking

[tony-andonuts]

Got home from work like an hour ago (early day yipee) butlike also today fucking sucked and im gonna go off a little

Okso first and foremost all but one person from an entire fucking department got let off for ''budget cuts'' today and not only that but us in the kitchen and ALL OF MEDICAL AS A FUCKING WHOLE recieved a budget cut. And we're already purchasing the lowest quality products overall. The department in question not only makes the workload easier on literally everyone but they get the residents out and about rather than rotting in their rooms. Its just so fucking vile and evil, and the department that they cut off is VITAL. The residents are gonna mentally deteriorate and more fights are gonna happen. The assisted living facility i work for is now a fucking PRISON. like dead fucking ass. I really fucking hope that the CNAs told the residents that love to complain because this shit is just straight up cruel and the owner of the corporation as a whole is so fucking lucky their name doesnt have to be public or else i wouldve already scheduled a flight to. Uh, you know <3

Another thing too solike. Okay this is morally inappropriate and i fully acknowledge that but i cant stop thinking abt it

So i had a dream this morning (like 8-10am) that the am aide i work with was gonna get fired, and then i also recieved bad news regarding a resident. IRL at around the same exact time i had that dream was when the department got fired *and* my am aide coworker recieved really bad news. I know i naturally have some clairvoyance butlike. FUCK I really hope it was all a coincidence and my meds were just working really well and that I dont get forebodings like that bc I know for a fact my psychosis will get the better of me if this happens even once more

Anyways i apologise for how out of touch that sounded, i genuinely am both seething for my coworkers who were dumped and saddened for my aide comrade

Butlike fucking UGH I've also been working like 4 days in a row with only one day off in between and Im fucking SHOT. I can technically work those shifts while also doing my laundry, making food, and attending therapy but I can't do much else bc its either Im getting ready to go to work, getting ready to go to bed for work in the morning, or using my one day off to clean everything that got dirty during my work days

Also the transphobia and burnt-out ableism I witness at work makes me wanna scream and break everything but i dont wanna fight with my coworkers in front of the residents so i just have to give the residents twice as much love as the malice theyre recieving like they're living in a perpetual state of good cop bad cop :)

#i wouldve quit already if i didnt work in healthcare #bc this shit is INHUMANE!!!!!! #its great and fulfilling work dont get me wrong butlike #anyone in the higher ups of any for-profit medical establishment NEEDS to fucking kill themselves #and im not kidding #they nedd to drop dead right now because all of them are beyond fucking evil #taking money from disabled people just looking for care smh ny fucking head #roger mali: forward this to the owner since it applies to them as well but fucking KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF YOU DIGUSTING VILE WEASELS #YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING BUT GREED AND MALICE. YOU NEED TO REWRITE YOUR WILLS AND PUBLICALLY KILL YOURSELVES #before someone gets mad and does it for you #(not me tho im too busy working to even doxx the owner) #pete speaks

[katnisscarter]

It’s truly amazing how one year has changed me. I really do just love waking up and doing whatever I want or feel. I feel so pretty and it has nothing to do with how a man perceives me. I’ve even been thinking about getting my own place once I pass my boards. I thought apartment but honestly the money I’ll be making I could look for a house. I can grow flowers and get plants. Of course there’s things I miss, and times I just wish he was here but im living with it yknow. Like I’ve just come to the conclusion that I’ll always have this deep love for him, but if he doesn’t want it I can’t force it. I have the love but I can give it to myself too. I love giving love but I spent 23 years giving it to everyone else and never myself. I guess the fall from grace gave me the opportunity to look at myself and tell her im sorry. God am I sorry. Im over a year sober. Im half a year self harm clean. I even got one of my first self harm cover up tattoos. Im dying my hair like I want. I got my nose pierced finally. Im spending time studying but it’s not my whole life. I painted for the first time in over a year yesterday. I taught myself a new art form this year. I picked up a journal and started scrapbooking. I actually make food for myself and don’t get nauseated while eating anymore. I’m learning about how to connect with the universe. I’m learning to let things go. I’m learning it’s okay to not wish someone well, but don’t wish them ill. Just don’t wish them anything.

I grieve for myself, who I was a year ago. I grieve for 14 yr old me trying to kill herself. I grieve for 15 yr old me who spent her lunches throwing up in the bathroom. I grieve for 16yr old me who thought a boy calling me nice things was enough. I grieve for 17yr old me who was not asked for consent. I grieve for 19 yr old me who failed at something for the first time. I grieve for 20yr old me who laid on the floor and cried until there was no sound. I grieve for 21yr old me who picked up that joint. I grieve for 22yr old me who lost everything; who lost her purpose, her greatest love, her friends, her sanity. I grieve for her, but I look down at the hands who killed her and I am thankful. I look in the mirror and I am thankful for her. I am thankful because all those fragments of time where I couldn’t fucking breathe led me to right now. The woman I am now. Who wakes up in the morning and feels neutral. Who dances in the kitchen while cooking. Who sings in the shower again. Who smiles and it’s in her eyes again. Who scrapbooks for hours. Who makes art for herself for once. Who sits with her feelings and listens to them. Who has concerts alone in her car. Who laughs so hard she cries. Who still chooses love after so much loss. Who still chooses love after sobbing with inhuman noises for weeks not moving from bed. Who chooses to put one foot in front of the other. Who graduated nursing school at 23. Im thankful for her, for finally choosing to give all that love to herself.

& although I frequently find a thin veil of grief over everything good that comes to me because I do not get to share it with you, I still choose love. In fact through all of this last year I never once had anything but. There was never an ounce of hate seething from my lips, there was only the sweet drip of honey when I said your name. And I am at peace. If you return one day I’ll take you in my arms and welcome you home. If you do not, I will wrap my arms around myself and find my own home. See, a year ago I thought I could not live without you. It’s not true, I very much can and have. I do not need you. The difference now is although I do not need you, I want you. I want to choose you. I want to call you when I hear good news. I want to pick up gummy sharks when I go to the gas station. I want to share my life with you. I want to build my life with you. But I’ve come to this realization; I do not need to. I am enough on my own. And the distinction of wanting to choose you over feeling the need to, well, that makes all the difference.

#personal rambles