#he's still my favourite but. what the fuck man

[secretobsessionstuff]

nawwwhh man you aint gotta feel bad about not doin sicktember. im bein real here, i thought i was and i did like 3, so i aint either. but if you really do want me to request one, i'd probably do psychogenic fever/stress induced illness with madix bein sickie bc itd relate to me personally the most (bc i always get stress sick and i'd love to see madix sick witb it too (bonis point if dakota take care of him GOD i loved the fic where dakote took care of him))

Hey man, thanks for always being there and loving my fics. I hope you like this one even though it's nearly two fucking years late I swear.

This fic is set in the past when Madix and Dakota are in school together.

CW: Graphic description of vomiting! It's seriously so gross I love it lol.

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A flood of relieved students rushed past Dakota. He swam against the current looking for Madix among the test-takers. Since it was 2pm, they were no longer test-takers, but the sea of knowledge inside their brains would still be there until the PTSD of organic chemistry was washed away by time. 

Dakota knew how anxious Madix had been for this final. The dreaded Orgo Chem kept his roommate up for the past three nights. It was a known fact that this second-year course was a killer, and Madix’s prof was a distinguished serial killer. Many students retook Orgo in the summer, trying for that passing grade with perhaps a more lenient prof. 

With the hallway now empty—all the students having left—it was easy for Dakota to find Madix. He hadn’t expected his friend to stick around after the final was over, but there he was sitting on the floor by the large windows. Madix looked like a crab, trying to find safety in the shell of his hunched over back. He had his head in his hands and was rubbing his temples as if the trauma of the exam pooled behind his eyes. 

“Hey, how did it go?” It was a very pointless question given that Madix was curled into a question mark. 

“Fuck if I know,” Madix slurred as he slid his hands down his face. “I keep going over every question, doubting my answers.” 

“Well, it’s over now so you don’t need to think about it.” It worried Dakota how glassy and fragile Madix’s eyes looked, like he was about to cry or explode into flames. His cheeks were pale and sunken too. 

“I need a 73 to pass the class.” 

Dakota squinted. “Mmh sounds like you’re still thinking about it.” 

Madix dropped his hands to his side. “I can’t stop. That exam is all I’ve been thinking about for the last week. I haven’t even had time to study for Anatomy tomorrow.”

With a sigh, Dakota sat down on the floor next to his friend. “I brought you something to take your mind off studying.” From behind his back, Dakota revealed a fast-food bag from the student lounge. It was Madix’s favourite place to get comfort food because of the crispy fries, the juicy burger, and the creamy milkshake. Madix didn’t like to indulge that craving too often because it was a greasy cheat meal that often left him feeling bloated, but Dakota thought it would be a nice gesture since Madix had hardly eaten anything leading up to this exam. 

He was about to hand his friend the grease-wrapped gift, but hesitated. The heat coming off Madix’s body was alarming. Dakota could feel the waves just sitting next to him. A quick touch to Madix’s forehead with the back of his hand told Dakota that he’d been neglecting his roommate. 

“Shit, Mads, you’re burning up. I didn’t know you were sick all this time.” 

“I’m not sick.” Like a starving animal, Madix reached for the bag of food, but Dakota held it out of his reach. 

“Bullshit. You can deny it all you want, but your head’s on fire, buddy.” 

“I know.” 

Dakota couldn’t stop his lecture now, as if the two of them hadn’t heard enough lecturing the whole year. “You’re the one in pre-med, you should know—wait what?” 

Madix sighed at the theatrics of his friend. “I’ve had a fever for three days. It’s not going away.” He rubbed his own forehead, feeling the familiar yet puzzling temperature. “I don’t have any other symptoms. I think it’s from stress.” 

It was honestly the oddest feeling. Madix could feel himself cooking from the inside. His cells buzzed like the many diagrams of excited particles when submitted to heat. But there was nothing else to indicate a virus or infection. His throat was fine; his nose was clear. If anything, he was infected with school. Perhaps his nose was clogged with equations and his throat was sore from reciting textbook chapters. 

Dakota looked skeptical. “So, you gave yourself a fever from worrying?” 

“Yes, it’s a medical mystery. They should name a disease after me. Anyway, gimme burger.” Madix reached for the food like a child with grubby fingers. 

Dakota scooted away from his friend, taking the prize with him. “I don’t know, Mads. You really don’t look well. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to eat something so heavy.” 

“Come on. You know I’ve been surviving on goldfish crackers.” It was only now that he could smell the fries and beef that Madix realized how hungry he was. His stomach was aching for something substantial. “Besides, I need the energy to study for Anatomy. It’s tomorrow by the way.” 

“Tomorrow? But you just had orgo.” 

“I have a shit exam schedule this year.” Madix pouted. “Please, Kota. It will make me feel better.” 

Finally, Dakota relented. He had bought it for Madix after all. But now he was worried that it was the exact opposite of what the overworked boy needed. 

He watched Madix stuff his face with his first real meal in 72 hours. The burger disappeared in record time. Fatty juices glistened on Madix’s chin as he dug into the fries. His fingers were coated in grease and fry seasoning by the time he was done. In between each mouthful, he took longs slurps of the Oreo milkshake. 

“You wanna slow down there, bud?” Dakota asked incredulously. There wasn’t much more to eat at this point. 

Madix dragged his sleeve over his mouth and shook his head. “Have to start studying soon.” He swallowed the last bite of fries and sucked at the last remnants of the milkshake. Madix let out a long burp at the end and sighed. 

“I’m not gonna lie, that was impressive.” Dakota couldn’t believe his eyes. “You’re getting more colour in your cheeks.” Maybe the meal really had been a good thing. “But I’m still worried about this voodoo fever though.” 

“It won’t go away until the exams do.” 

‘Then neither will I.” Dakota stood firm in this decision. He wasn’t going to let Madix get burnt out…literally. His hardest exams were done, so he could keep a closer eye on Madix now. “I’ll study with you in the library.” 

“You don’t have to, Kota. I’ll be fine.” 

“I want to.” 

By the tone of Dakota’s voice, Madix could tell that he wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine, but we’re studying in the red zone.” 

“Not the red zone! Anything but that.” 

Madix shrugged. “You’re the one who insisted on babysitting.”

• • •

The red zone was the fourth circle of hell—also known as the library during exam season. 

It was the quietest level of the building, reserved exclusively for students to study in absolute silence. No talking, no phones, you couldn’t even sneeze without getting dirty looks. You could hear a pencil drop and then watch that pencil be escorted out of the red zone. 

As someone with ADHD, Dakota hated the red zone. He much preferred the orange or yellow zone. At least in the orange zone, you could whisper and cough without being shunned. The yellow zone allowed for conversation and anxious tapping. He admitted that the green zone was definitely not ideal for studying. That was the first level of the library were students could openly cry over their exams or practice for their theater final that involved a murder scene. 

Dakota pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key. He shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them from moving on their own. 

Madix on the other hand had no issue keeping his mouth shut. The nausea forced his lips together. 

The fast food was quickly catching up to him, staying true to its name even inside his stomach. It hadn’t taken long before the burger, fries, and milkshake resisted digestion. The meal churned in his belly like a wad of chewing gum. 

The red zone was popular during this time of year, so Madix and Dakota hunted for two chairs next to each other. They found a long table with many students already studying there, but luckily there were two empty spots across from each other. Madix was grateful to be sitting across from Dakota so that he could rub his upset stomach discreetly. 

Unfortunately, the red zone was not a good place to have a gurgly tummy. The girl next to Madix gave him the stink eye when the organ groaned, tossing chewed up cow inside his gut. He felt grease sticking to his throat and hot burps in his chest. He pushed down every belch lest he be escorted out of the level. 

The words of the anatomy textbook swam across the page. Madix felt his fever ignite with a vengeance. Now he was dizzy, disoriented, and disgustingly full. There was heat behind his eyes that turned his vision to soup. Everything he needed to know for the exam was right in front of him in the book, but the letters became alphabet stew on a white background. 

He dared not look up at his friend in fear that Dakota would see right through him. 

Dakota could not study in such an environment, so naturally he saw every twinge of nausea flash across Madix’s expression. His poor friend was not having a good time. Madix’s cheeks were now flushed bright red, and beads of sweat gathered on his brow. 

In the dead quiet of the library, he could hear Madix’s stomach struggle to digest the heavy meal. Dakota kicked himself for giving into Madix’s begging. The nausea was no doubt thwarting his efforts at studying which created a vicious cycle of stress and pain. 

Dakota did a quick doodle in his notebook and passed it to Madix. He was quite proud of his drawing and had to keep in a chuckle. 

Madix frowned at the drawing. Along the top were the words Green Zone Now? Below Dakota’s messy handwriting was a drawing of a green-faced emoji. Its cheeks were ballooned with vomit. It seemed he wasn’t hiding his ailment so well. 

On the same page, Madix wrote back I’m fine. Must study. Madix didn’t think he needed to go to the green zone, despite what his complexion said. He could control his stomach. The food would stay down; it had to. 

Dakota gave Madix a disappointed look when he got the note back. Why must he be so stubborn? Dakota had to drop the matter. Aside from physically picking up his friend, he didn’t see any other way of convincing Madix to take a break for the sake of his health. He wasn’t going to be making any compelling arguments in the red zone. 

Madix tried to ignore his blistering fever and his unhappy guts.

Systemic Anatomy was hard to study for when he was so keenly aware of his digestive system. He imagined partially digested fries mixing with the gastric juices in his belly. His body went through the steps with much difficulty. 

The muscular organ was literally in the process of contracting itself to squeeze all the nutrients out of the fast food. Madix did not like the squeezing. He hugged his aching middle and laid his head on the table in defeat. 

It didn’t seem likely that the food would continue on to his intestines. His stomach couldn’t handle the greasy meal after days of hardly anything to eat. On top of all this, his body was too busy fighting a made-up virus called stress. The stress was very real, but his immune system was taking it too literally. It was no wonder why he couldn’t keep the meal down. 

Madix couldn’t stop the burp from coming up. It burst from his mouth, splashing the back of his throat with acid. The girl next to him shushed him. Her expression was as sour as his stomach. He didn’t have the will to apologize for the noise. Regardless, he wouldn’t have had the chance to say sorry anyway because another burp filled his mouth with sticky saliva. 

Dakota looked up quickly to see Madix hunched over his chair and gagging into his hand. Another sickly belch bubbled up, draining the colour from Madix’s face. 

Before Dakota could do anything, he watched Madix lurch forward with a loud heave. Thick vomit spewed from his mouth and fell onto the table in front of him. The sick quickly spilled onto Madix’s lap. 

“Oh, shit Maddy,” Dakota cooed as he came to his friend’s side. He didn’t bother with the anti-social etiquette of the red zone, not that it mattered though because everyone in their vicinity bolted from the room. No one wanted to risk catching whatever Madix had during their exams. 

Madix coughed and sputtered. Scandalous! He could only moan miserably before the muscles in his belly contracted again, sending up another wave of mushy fries and curdled milkshake. Dark flecks of Oreo and beef dotted the sick. 

“Oh God…” Madix choked out. “I can’t stop.”

Dakota rubbed his friend’s back while trying not to look at the growing pool of vomit that was…everywhere. “It’s okay, buddy. Just let it out.” The same heat from before lived beneath Madix’s skin. Dakota could feel the fever through his clothes. “No one is here. You’re good. Do what you need to do.” 

Madix’s belly gave another deep lurch. The pressure forced the undigested food up his open esophagus. If this wasn’t the best way to study the digestive system, then Madix didn’t know what else to do besides open himself up like a cadaver. 

His fever made the room spin around him. If he had any sort of receptacle, he probably would have missed. Luckily, he had no issue catching his notebook, his lap, and his shoes in the process. 

“Good job,” Dakota encouraged. He patted Madix’s back firmly. “Get it all out. Get that stress out too while you’re at it.” 

Madix had to admit that there was something cathartic about this purge. He felt lighter with each bout that left his body. He gave over to his subconscious mind and let his body do what it needed to do. He probably should have listened to the hunger and sleep cues before this, but he was listening now to the Get Out cues. 

If stressed looked like a melted Oreo milkshake then it was certainly no longer in his body. He tried to imagine the pressure and the expectations and the need for validation leaving his body along with the vomit. 

When Madix caught a break, he couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “This is the red zone. I just puked in the red zone.” 

Dakota laughed with him. “All over it really.” He looked around at the empty room. “You scared everyone away. They must think you have the plague.” 

“I think we’re all infected with it. This pressure—it’s an epidemic, man.” 

“Don’t go turning into a philosopher.” Dakota took a step back from his friend. It wasn’t a good view, but he was happy to see Madix’s shoulders relaxed. “Do you need anything? Water? Sleep?” 

“Both.” Madix slowly stood up from his chair, cringing at the wetness that made his shirt cling to his body. “But I think I better find someone who works here.” Madix rubbed the back of his neck. “Guess I should have listened to you, huh?”  

“Let’s discuss my vast amount of wisdom when everything’s cleaned up, shall we?" 

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #my ocs #vomiting #emetophile #emeto fiction #emeto fic #vomit kink #emetophiliac #Madix #Dakota #puke fic #puke kink #stress induced #stress #hurt/comfort #h/c #fever fic #fever #sicktember #psychogenic fever #illness #platonic caretaking #platonic relationships #bromance #puke with plot :) #puke without plot

[tragedyslut]

" Dad, would you wash my back this once? " `sfw + father!joel`

a/n : in this fic ellie dies. a whole alternative timeline, so if you won't enjoy that then prolly don't read this! just thought id do smth different. fem! reader<3 this shitty thing has been in my drafts for weeks. im sick of looking at it.

your father joel miller was a vain man. after the loss of Sarah, he wasn't the same. which, was an obvious thing. having the last name miller gave you a 'higherachy'. people respected you. but the name didn't mean anything to you.

not anymore.

after ellie came around, joel was never there for you. even less than he used to be. the memories of before the apocalypse swarmed your brain. in some ways, you were jealous of ellie. she got the father figure you never did.

in other ways, you were worried for her. you were only 2 years older than her, 16.

joel had his third chance. you hoped that he wouldn't fuck things up like he did with you.

you still lived in jackson, in you and joels house. you would sleep in his old bed whenever you missed him.

you two had left the quarantine zone with and met Ellie. then, you three resided in jackson for a while. Joel promised that he would deliver ellie to the fireflies and be done with it.

but he broke that promise. he left with her in the middle of the night, only telling Tommy that he was taking ellie to a lab in Colorado.

well, to make a long story short, ellie died in that lab. you knew joel would never forgive himself, and apart of you wanted that. he wanted him to feel as much pain as you did when he abandoned you for some girl he barely knew. you did feel bad that ellie was dead, obviously. it isn't her fault that your dads a prick.

after ellies death, joel returned to jackson. you had no idea he was coming, and when he came you just happened to be on guard duty. you were a sniper, thats what you were good at. and you hated being on the front lines with a pistol, it pissed you off.

though today you wished you had just taken the front lines. approaching the gates, was your father. he looked.. broken. upset, to say the least.

you sighed, putting your rifle to the side and hopping off the gated wall to to unlock the gate for him.

he saw you and immediately looked like he was going to cry. it had been months since you last saw each other. though, your stoic expression didn't falter as you simply locked the gate behind him.

" .. y/n. look. im sorry. " joel immediately tried to blurt out. you shot him daggers.

" you broke your promise. i don't care how sorry you are. " you said, trying not to burst into tears.

joel sighed, knowing he couldn't change what happened. he had found that out too many times. with sarah, then ellie, now you.

he went forward and hugged you, not caring if you tried to push him away. but to his surprise, and your own, you didn't.

" kid.. i know. i fucked up but- i want to make it up to you. i want to be here. " he mumbled, you just shook your head.

" you can be here. but i ain't your kid anymore. "

that night, you two were in joels old house for the first time in ages. it felt so right, but so wrong. you stayed in your room the rest of the day, sobbing. you didn't care that joel could hear you, the walls were that paper thin that he could always hear you moving even the slightest bit.

he stood just outside the door for ages, wanting to come in and comfort you.. but he couldn't. he knew that. you needed to come round yourself.

he spent that night cooking your favourite dinner. once he was done, he came and knocked on your door.

" .. y/n. uhm. i cooked dinner. you should come down and get some. "

he said loudly, but he didn't hear anything in response. he hesitantly stepped into the room, and saw you curled up in a ball. you had cried yourself to sleep. he couldn't stop himself, he immediately went over and took you into his arms. he held you so tight. he never thought he'd be able to do that again.

he held you for hours, the idea of dinner being long forgotten. when you woke up and felt him holding you, it only made you start crying again. but not out of pain or sadness, but relief.

" its okay baby girl.. ive got you. i promise. " he said, just glad to have you in his arms again.

that night, you couldn't sleep. you missed him. you had this horrible feeling that he would leave again in the middle of the night. so you got up, creeping into his room. you stood in his door way, until he teared his eyes open, staring at you.

" kiddo? you okay? " he mumbled, sitting up.

" dad- can i.. stay in here tonight.. just this once? " you whispered out.

he nodded, letting you climb into bed with him. he held you all night, just enjoying being back with his daughter. you both knew that this wouldn't be 'just this once', but in a way that was a good thing. you both wouldn't ever be apart again. he wasn't leaving.

#SoundCloud #ellie tlou #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou smut #ellie williams smut #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #joel x daughter!reader #joel miller

[attempt-at-fanfic]

That makes two of us

The sun was coming through the curtains putting a calming light in the room. It however woke up Alex who was none to impressed by it. She stirred awake, the sun annoying her, she turned over and made refuge in the neck of the pilot next to her. Jake was still deep asleep, his arm wrapped around her waist. Alex lay still listening to him breathing and watching his gorgeous face. His face was calm and void of all the arrogance and anxiety it was normally filled with. It was nice seeing him so calm and at peace. He was so beautiful in moments like this.

As if he could sense her watching him, Jake gentle stirred awake. Is eyes still closed he mumbled “Stop staring at me, creep.” She smiled “Not my fault my boyfriend is very pretty.” His eyes opened and Alex got to see the beautiful pools of green and blue. She turned on to her stomach, his arm wrapping tighter around her. She leaned down to him kissing him softly. This was her favourite moments. It was Jake’s too, even though he would ever admit that he enjoy these moments more than the intimate events the night previous that lead up to it. They enjoyed these simple moments together when they could, as their job rarely allowed them.

He then flipped them both over, trapping her under him with his arms at either side of her head, lips still interlocked. He pulled back and looked at her, she looked so beautiful. He then began kissing her neck, trailing along her collar bone up to her ear and along her jaw. He pecked her lips before moving down to her breasts that were begging for attention. He sucked, licked and kissed at them until he got bored and began to move downwards.

Alex was loving every moment of this. She usually did with him. He was the only man she had been with that could make her feel so good so easily. She was in the moment not paying attention to anything other than Jake burying his face in her pussy. She didn’t even hear the sound of her front door opening and slamming shut. Neither of them even heard the sound of Bradley calling for Alex. Not until he was on the stairs did she hear him.

“Fuck, Bradley.” Jake stopped, “Excuse me.” She rolled her eyes “No, Bradley’s here. Fuck. I forgot I said I’d get breakfast with him and dad.” She pushed Jake off her. “Shit” he whisper-yelled. He jumped up desperately trying to getting his underwear and jeans on. Alex had managed to grab a top and pair of jeans to pull on, only to be hit with realisation they left Jakes shirt downstairs. She looked at Jake who seemed to have the same quick realisation after he shoved his jeans on.

“Hey, Alex! Who’s your new male sleepover guest! Better hope Mav knows who he is or he’ll be finding out real soon!” Bradley yelled laughing to himself. He reached the door and, deciding to embarrass her further, he dramatically threw open the door. Only to be meet with Alex dressed and “HANGMAN!” Standing shirtless and with unbuttoned jeans. “WHAT THE HELL?!” Rooster yelled. Alex ushered him outside the room closing the door. Rooster protesting and looking pissed at Jake.

“HANGMAN, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” He yelled at her. “Bradley Bradshaw will you keep your voice down.” She scolded him. “Oh you’re right I’m so sorry for shocking you with upset.” He sarcastically replied. She glared at him. “You’re not dating him.” He said shaking his head. “You can’t.” “Well it’s too late” she replied angrily. Rooster sighed. “But why him?” He complained “Hangman’s the worst.

“Hey!” Yelled Jake from behind the door. Alex rolled your eyes. “How long?” He asked. “6 months” she said avoiding his gaze. “6 MONTHS, I MEAN!!…WHAT!…HAVE YOU TOLD MAV.” “Keep your voice down! And no I haven’t.” She glared at him “And it’s going to stay that why.”

“Fine!” Rooster rolled his eyes. “But you could do so much better.” “No I can’t. I like Jake, just deal with that.” She smirked. He huffed “Fine, I’m not ok with this but I’m not gonna argue cause you’re a stubborn bitch.” She smiled at this. “Good, now go wait outside I’ll be down in a minute.” Rooster walked away. “Fine but if it’s longer than a minute then I’m calling Mav and telling!” She rolled her eyes again. “Man child” she mumbled to herself.

The bedroom door opened to a very shirtless and very attractive Jake. “So no quickie before I go.” He smirked. She sighed at him “No you horny bastard.” She leaned against him “But Rooster isn’t amazing at keeping secrets so we might have to tell my dad.” Jake sighed and then leaned in and kissed her deeply. She fell into him as the kiss got more passionate, before hearing the horn of Bradleys truck, informing them that their minute was up. Alex reluctantly pulled away sighing “I’ll be back later, but I’ll text you.”. He smiled “Ill wait here for you, all alone, in you’re bed…possibly naked.” He smirked. “Damn you Jacob.” She whispered before peaking his lips and walking out. He watched her go, smiling to himself.

“That was three minutes.” Rooster said to her as she got in the car. “Yes and tell me Bradley what we could possible do in three minutes.” She said matter of fact. “Hey, I don’t wanna assume shit.” He said. She laughed then turned to him “All seriousness Bradley. He makes me really happy. I really like him.” Rooster sighed and turned her and smiled. “Good. He better or I’ll kill him. I mean it he hurts you at all I’ll-“ “I know you’ll kill him. He knows to that’s why we haven’t you or dad.” She irrupted with. He smiled and backed out of the car park. “Does explain Bagmans behaviour.” He said. “How do you mean?” She questioned. “Well, looking back I feel like an idiot. He was down bad for you the whole time and I didn’t even notice.”

She smilies “That makes two of us.”

#jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin smut #jake seresin x mitchell!reader #jake seresin x reader #Jake seresin x OC #hangman x oc #hangman x reader

[slime-crafters]

Gave Alex an egg and this is what he had to say about it ☹️☹️

#stardew valley #sdv #video games #gaming #this is the first time i have reconsidered alex being my ultimate favourite spouse #he's still my favourite but. what the fuck man #A RAW EGG......

[mwagneto]

any time i remember time lord victorious arc i start shaking like a sick fucking dog

#having an extraordinarily hard time watching waters of mars rn literally episode of all fucking time #they dont make them like this anyMOOOOOOOOOORE OHHMY GODDDD #icould talk abt it for hours istg it's so. grips you shakes you shakes you shakes you shakes you sh #the WAYYDYDYDHDHDJDJDJDUJDJDHDJDUDJD THHHEEEE THE THE THE . HTHHEHEH #the way u can see glimpses of what's to come in all 4 seasons but especially in voyage of the #damned and then s4 onwards but u dont realise JUST how much he went insane until now #like there's echoes of this in votd but you might not even pick up on it if you dont Know #n here he's just fully gone it's sooo. IT'S SOOOOOOOOOOO. CHARACTER OF ALL TIME #man so profoundly tragic his entire story is abt speedrunning losing everything and #going insane and dying. and yet he still spends like 20 entire minutes crying and begging not to die. okay #i cant rank drs they're my best friends so idk who my fave dr is but 10's is easily my favourite story it's so. it's SOOO. #anyway sorry. stops shaking you and pats your arms down awkwardly. carry on #doctor who #dw lb #10th doctor #the waters of mars #time lord victorious #i was today years old when i learned there's apparently a whole audio series about it that #came out in the past few years. well i aint listenin to that. everything i need is on my screen already #also. the way most ppl havent even seen these specials coz they're impossible to find online.. #even tho waters of mars is like. not just extremely important but also yknow. extremely good

[stardatez3ro]

me watching tng n hyperfixing on it and then watching ONE episode w lore in it and IMMEADIATELY going insane and hyperfixating on him specifically is crazy

#what the fuck happened #how did this happen .how did i get here #data my beloved tho .hes still my favourite of the main cast #i took one look at this homicidal android man and went YOU. #star trek #tng #st:tng #star trek tng #lore soong #lore tng #star trek the next generation #ticketts thoughts

[waivyjellyfish]

Ka-Lun has been with you for 36 generations, he’s quite a grandfather. You should give him tech-diagnostics, and grease him, clanging is not a good sign.

#oc #Dokuro family #oc art #art #original character #Dokuro 35-th #Dokuro Es #Ka-Lun #Kern #Seth & Vaioleth #milgram #milgram es #es milgram #tagging milgram only because Es is here #Ka-Lun is such an old Doll #The oldest doll of this family #Mina what the fuck did you use to make him? #he worked for so many centuries without any serious breakdowns and still going to #my favourite game: there's two women three man and one genderless person at this picture

[eriophorumcallitrix]

ignore this post I’m venting my disappointment in the tags abt twitter LMFAOOO

#dude do you have any idea how fucking awful it feels to go on a social media site and have your favourite character just be constantly #shit on? like I’ve gotten attached in an autistic way to this fucker and now it’s legitimately made my mental health for the past few days #TANK. I used to go on twitter and see people be normal instead of being bombarded with hatred from every angle #and not to get me started on the fact that bad refuses to fucking say anything #like okay man! just let the hatred fester and let people who actually liked you turn on you because you made a stupid ass decision #it’s literally just a hostile fucking environment on one end and the other is in radio silence #im still so attached and I fucking hate it #I hate the motherfuckers on twitter and I hate bad being so goddamn silent #I hate the people defending him in places where he’s wrong and I hate the people who take every chance to twist his words #I love my mutuals who are sensible people #but I cannot fucking stand everything else #and sorry for being so upset when im shamed out of a special interest and what used to be a safe place for me #you motherfuckers have EVERYTHING. you have the numbers. the popular ships. you have people who will defend you #literally cannot have shit in this place #our fav is treated like shit and yours is praised to the high heavens #in and out of game he’s constantly fucking disrespected #can you even imagine how that feels to someone who gets so attached to a character and his dynamic that it influences their mental state #or is it just easier to play the Saint who is never wrong and will never be #I fucking hate what bad did and I’m disgusted that he’s still friends with that fucker #and I am still attached to his character and story #the shame is legitimately overwhelming #fuck it all. really and truly #and most of all fuck qsmptwt I cannot stand you motherfuckers #my mutuals and oomfs are obviously exempt from previous statement

[motto-chanto-itte]

WHAT THR FUCK. MONODAM. MONODAM NO. IS THIS THE ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT THIS IS DEFINITELY YHE ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT RIGHT. WTF. MONODAM COME BACK. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. ALL THE OTHER KUMAS CAN GO TO HELL 🤬🤬

#v3 liveblog #im not even gonna talk about what happened #my reaction is just. Wtf. #the motive was just so stupid nobody could've guessed it #anyway it was an ok chapter ig im just happy none of my favourite characters died #but im scared im starting to realyl liek #kokichi #cuz hes just #so fucking funny #hes such a piece of shit man #i like him so much #ALSO #imagine how guilty himiko feels #when she realises that tenko got killed cus she wanted to let himiko talk to angie #😭😭😭 #i still hate how she gave no shits bout tenko though but thats what makes it so sad wtf

[bugflies00]

just got hit with the urge to draw cbenchtrio in 2022

#crimeboys have always been dear to my heart but 2021 was All About benchtrio for me #and then that whole disaster of a plot point with cranboo dying out of nowhere & being stuck in limbo for longer than even cwilbur did #with no apparent end in sight and no reasoning no nothing #i havent moved on from 2021 i still want cbeeduo & michael to live happily in snowchester & hang out with ctommy every day #cbeeduo arguing and fixing their communication issues. cclingy finally talking abt shit. ctommy being the uncle he deserved to be to michael #im aware so much of their dynamic was created by the fandom and built off scraps from canon but i dont care they had so much potential #i want cranboo resurrection like the most cliché sickly sweet thing ever where he shows up like ‘Hi :D’ and ctubbo or ctommy hug tackles him #i want cranboo & cwilbur to have a follow up talk to the one they had in the burger van ab wil not being a bad person #i want cranboo & ctechno to have tea parties. i want cranboo to bake with cniki. i want crainduo to have a Real talk. #i want ctubbo to get better closure from ctechno. i want the syndicate to own up to what they did & start fixing things from there. #i want ctommy to set up a tailor shop. i want cpuffy expanding her office and adding flowers cniki brought her. #i want cbeeduo to cook in the mornings together. i want ctommy to sew a new coat for cwil and add little embroidery details to it. #maybe i just want them all to be happy. #maybe its less about cbenchtrio specifically and more about the slowly growing loneliness & hollowness of the server #fuck man i miss them all. i envy ctommy/ccrime solos bc while theyre my favourites forever and ever i still care abt the others #ccrime running away for a simple cottagecore life after all this would mean everythingto me- #—but if these other characters dont also get some kind of happy ending ill forever besad about it #alex.rambles.txt #c!benchtrio #mcyt

[nothingweirdhere]

i give up. i quit. where’s the option to go back to art school, i don’t want to be a lawyer anymore. i’m done with defending this bitch, in fact i hope edgeworth gets the chair—that’ll serve him right for OBJECTING TO HIS OWN FUCKING INNOCENCE

#motherfucker it was OVER!!!!! we WON #literally all he had to do was stand there and keep his mouth SHUT what did i ever do to deserve this #don’t change ur major to chase after a man HE AINT WORTH IT #i knew he was gonna object. i knew it #but when he didn’t say anything before the judge gave his verdict i thought for a SECOND #MAYBE this bitch was gonna work with me and just accept the win #but nooooooooooooo nothing can ever be easy can it #fucking called a PARROT to the stand LIKE A MORON and this is the thanks i get??? #if he doesn’t get the chair i will kill him myself #(i know he’s got issues ok this is why i love him and he’s my favourite character) #(me and phoenix both. ‘i can fix him’ GOOD FUCKING LUCK) #(you wanted to help him??? this is what happens) #(careful what you wish for and all that) #it’s two thirty in the morning i should be sleeping. i’m losing valuable hours of rest for this. literally taking years off my life #i got off work at 11. i got four hours of sleep last night. why am i still awake #this game is going to kill me #ace attorney #jx.txt

[grunge-mermaid]

the fucking energy

#mika #mikasounds #mika penniman #Francofolies #love today #this might actually be my favourite performance of his #I cannot articulate how much I fucking adore this performance #Disneyland Paris Pride is definitely a top tier Mika concert but it's a snoozefest compared to Francofolies #the crown straight out of where the wild things are #the face when he puts on the crown #the floral RESIST cape #the twirling on the piano in said crown and cape #the intensity #what a fucking KING #absolute perfection #this is the energy we need #so happy we're still very much in Mika's cape era #the man can rock a cape like no other

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

love procrastinating going to bed and then suddenly thinking about how I need to give at least one of my characters VERY strong opinions on different animal species RIGHT FUCKING NOW

#Local Spider Yells At Clouds #like??? characters having strong opinions about things that mean jack shit is just really fun to me #I'm gonna try to think of some animals each character would like and dislike real quick off the top of my head #first thought: Gamma is probably both fascinated and deeply terrified by deep sea fish #like!! he thinks the fish themselves are pretty neat!! (it helps that Alice makes freakier looking things on a regular basis) #but everything about WHERE THEY LIVE freaks him the fuck out #man is hydrophobic already!! learning about water pressure and what it could do to a person might make him pass out #very next thought: Lydia probably likes frogs. I feel like they're not her FAVOURITE animal tho. top 5 definitely #very strange that I'm saying that while also having no idea what her ACTUAL favourite animal would be but eh. that's how it goes sometimes. #she probably likes tree frogs the best because those are peak Silly Little Guys #none of these are STRONG opinions tho!!!! I want a character who's either ride or die for a very specific animal #or a character who looks at this particular animal and goes ''I want this bitch GONE FROM EARTH'' #...actually I just realized. I gave NONE of the Realm kiddos animal-loving as a core trait #HOW did I do that???? I MADE THESE FUCKERS WHEN I WAS STILL A KID AND WAS WAITING TO BE ABLE TO VOLUNTEER AT THE LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTER!! #TWO OF THESE BITCHES STARTED AS STRAIGHT-UP SELF INSERTS AND NONE OF THEM HAVE ''LIKES CREATURES'' AS A MAIN CHARACTER TRAIT????? #the easy answer would be to say Lydia or Dylan but. that's the easy answer. #oh yeah make the super-friendly character care about animals a lot. real original there me #...aw it'd be sad if it was Cynthia #because. no memories. any pets she had back on Earth are long forgotten by now. #and because of her role in the camp she'd probably never let herself get a pet either... never rediscovering her love for animals at all #this started with a dumb one-off thought about how I need to give my characters more stupid hills to die on #and ended with me remembering just how damn depressing Cynthia's memory wipe really is as a plot point lmao #it's just like. remembering that she used to have a LIFE before all of this!! #she had passions and joys and all of it got THROWN IN THE TOILET due to circumstances beyond her control!!! #and because of a choice she made herself she has no idea there was ever something else her life could have been!!! #...then again. maybe that was the point. #anyways!!!!!!!! sorry for the blog being dead for a bit lol #getting back into writing now so I'll probably get the queue running again shortly!!

[dirt-str1der]

T-they took it ... they took his arm .......

#At liveblog #NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #but man watching adventure time is giving me some serious baby fever .. #the absent fatherhood leaving my body when i watch adventure time #they took his arm QAQ i cannot stress this enough they just fucking ripped it off his body #and it was his cool sword arm and it was trying so hard to do what he wanted but i mean #actually maybe it was for the best because if his cool sword hadnt done that .. then finn would have gotten his arm torn off and then had #blood spraying everywhere because it would have been torn off at the wrist that would have been pretty crazy #but look .. he grew a little flower ... the sword is still there :) because theyre meant to be connected for eternity ....... #i love when your weapon loves you so much and it wants to stay with you forever .. .gotta be one of my favourite tropes

[fmhobeus]

fwb!suguru who knew he wanted to fuck when he first laid eyes on you. then wanted to take you out to endless dinners to chat his ears off when he first spoke to you.

fwb!suguru who grew to like you without fucking you, almost forgot it was what he wanted you for – a life together or a night together?

fwb!suguru whose dick got painfully hard when you taunted him, rolled your eyes at him or outwitted him. he lived for your sassiness.

fwb!suguru who happened to fuck you on a random night unexpectedly and it changed the trajectory of his life.

fwb!suguru who stayed after every dick appointment. cuddled with you on the bed, watched movies or your favourite TV show, ordered take out and held you in his arms till you both inevitably fell asleep.

fwb!suguru who couldve sworn he wasn't in love with you. he would still fuck other people (and then come back to you, poor baby was thinking of you the whole time)

fwb!suguru whose grown accustomed to your presence. he calls you when he isn't feeling okay, you call him when something bothers you. he's grown used to you telling him all about work, how you got your nails done, how you saw a cute cat near your apartment. trivial details, which coming from anyone else he would hang up, but he looks forward to them with you.

fwb!suguru who eventually stops fucking other people and is just your man, without you knowing.

fwb!suguru who is determined to mark you up in placed people will notice. your neck, your thighs, your collarbones.

fwb!suguru who believes in giving you his all. all of his long girthy dick that pumps you full it should be criminal, his long slim fingers that have made you orgasm so often and hit that deep spot with unbeat ease, his long tounge... oh god his tounge. he thinks maybe even his long life ahead is yours too, all yours. his little kids too maybe? he doesn't like to think too much about that.

fwb!suguru who has to have your pussy checked with his tounge daily. he has to lap up your insides no matter any circumstances. his voice purrs across your body when he talks you through your orgasm.

"mhmm yeah cum all over my face beautiful, I know you want to"

fwb!suguru who gets sick at the thought of you sitting so pretty for another man when you tell him you're going on a date. suguru who looks so disturbed at the thought of another man even looking at his pretty girl who isn't really his.

fwb!suguru who takes you to corporate events just so he can call you his girlfriend, even if it's just pretend. when you question him it's always "easier explanation than a friend i fuck on the regular, isn't it?"

fwb!suguru who knows how you like your coffee in the morning. he knows what you like for breakfast, your comfort food, your hobbies, your favourite movies, your least favourite movies, your icks, your past. he knows you like he knows himself. he thinks of you when he passes your favourite cafe, he texts you when he sees something in the colour you like.

fwb!suguru who is sure he hasn't felt this way before, who is so vulnerable with you that it scares the shit out of him.

fwb!suguru who is afraid, angered at everything about you. he's angry at how you lull him into a sense of security, how you hold him, how sweet your voice sounds when you call him by his name, how you take care of him, how you listen to him. he hates how your pussy clenches his dick for dear life, milking it dry and how you never let a drop of his cum go to waste, licking it up like a little slut. he's fearful too. about losing you. about where loving you the way he does leads. loving you? wait. he loves you? fuck. fuck. fuck. this hasn't been according to plan at all.

#somebody lied to her #aniya writes ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა #jjk #suguru ♡ #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk suguru #suguru geto smut #jjk ^ ~

[diah-the-demon]

Ive binged the whole bad batch series in a week and i just finished it

Im so fucking sad

#WHY DID SEASON 2 HAVE TO END LIKE THAT NOOOOOO #HE WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS WHYYYY DID HE HAVE TO DIE #he might still be alive but i wont be able to know until whenever season 3 comes out #that cliff hangar right at the end toooooo #im not saying details cause spoilers but what the fuck man