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thundercatwaffle · 11 months
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Tryna get some dopamine, feeling like Rosé from Drawtectives.
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dopamineband · 1 year
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Okay tumblr I’m only doing this because we only have 25 followers so I know it’s not gonna happen but it’s the good old if this post gets 100 notes I’ll give you your own exclusive to tumblr snip of a song we’ve got in our back pocket right now 🤍🖤
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bobombogenesis · 2 months
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Lil preview of what's coming up in chapter 15 of Burnin' for You (little because there are very few SFW passages I can post here 😅)
maybe things go a little deeper for both Bowser and Luigi than either of them thought they did...
“Wh-what made you start thinking about it? I mean, about doing this with a human man? You don't even know any human men besides Mario and me, do you?”
“Nope,” said Bowser, smirking. “Didn't even know there were human men 'til I saw you for the first time—I thought humans were all girls, like Peaches and Princess Daisy. I got to wondering just how different you guys are from me. Never wanted to think too hard about Mario, but the more times I saw you, the more I wondered about it. And I guess one thought just led to another, y'know?”
“Wait, you mean—when you were thinking about getting with a human guy, you were thinking about me?”
“Well like I just said, I wasn't thinking about your stupid brother, and like you just said, I don't know anyone else!” retorted Bowser a bit defensively. “I was just curious, is all. It's not like I expected it to ever actually happen.”
“Me either. . . ,” Luigi murmured. He could scarcely believe that Bowser had really thought about being with him, even just out of curiosity. He hadn't imagined that Bowser ever thought about him at all. It gave Luigi the courage to continue, “But now that it has, we. . . we should make the most of it, right?”
Bowser smiled up at him and whispered back, “Right.”
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[a little later...]
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“Tell me I'm your king!” demanded Bowser. “Your loyalty may lie with Peach out there, but tell me that here in bed, it belongs to me!”
Luigi cried immediately, “Yes! You're my king—the only one, I swear. I don't want anyone but you, King Bowser! I—” He broke off and literally bit his tongue before he said something stupid like “I love you.” For one thing, that would be certain to scare Bowser off, and for another, it couldn't be true. Luigi had only spent a little more than a day with Bowser, and you couldn't go from feeling nothing for someone to being in love with him in just a day. You couldn't.
(Although. . . had he really felt absolutely nothing before yesterday? Had it been nothing but fear that made his heart beat faster whenever he'd encountered Bowser over the past two years? Had it been mere disgust that made him shiver all the times he'd recalled the way Bowser's touch had felt on his face when the king stroked it, the day they met? Had it been only righteous indignation on Peach's behalf that made him burn inside every time Bowser professed his love for her?)
Fortunately, before Luigi's inner questions could spiral into a panic, Bowser responded to his declaration with another leer, “That's it, that's what I wanna hear—that I'm yours, and you're mine. So now I'll give you what you need, and [redacted]!”
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thirstytrashblogger · 4 months
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I don't control the hyper focus. It controls me. So I started watching Big City Greens out of boredom and as you can see from my blog, I love disgusting pathetic vile little men. after months of not unlocking a new hyper focus character brain decided Chip Whistler was the next random ass character for me to latch onto.
I'm writing a very self-indulgent and lengthy fic coming soon which will be my first in a while. Be excited! I also know there are more of us into this asshole and a criminal amout of reading content so I'm feeding all the rat people like me!
Synopsis: An au to Chipped off where y/n finds Chip after the helicopter crash and nursed him back to health but doesn't take his bs while doing it. Comedy, character development and smut ensures. Maybe she beats his ass, maybe she pegs him. Reader always takes self inspection and she's feral in this one.
They're gonna be like Howl and Sophie but the gross horrible rat version. I wanna throw him down a well
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sometranssoup · 7 months
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Diagnosis
A 100% serious,short King Of The Hill fanfic about Dale Gribble
Set in a world where autism evaluations are easy and less lengthy for writers convenience.
There is no nsfw under the cut,simply didn't want to make my post incredibly lengthy for people who are scrolling past.
Any jabs or insults to certain politicians are not meant to be political in any way shape or form,I talked to my great aunt and used the first politician she brought up.
Any criticism on my writing is accepted as I'm hoping to get more into writing fanfic. Any criticism on the story itself or the characters is not allowed.
It was a hot day in Arlen and Dale,Hank,Bill and Boomhaur were standing in the alley as usual.
“-and then,I'm going to hitchhike to Canada and expose the whole operation! Blow it all up right in their faces!” Dale shouted excitedly.
Hank groaned loudly,he hated hearing about Dale's terrible plans, especially when Nancy was away like this,that meant he was going to have to bail Dale out...and usually have to bail out Boomhaur and Bill when they undoubtedly got dragged into Dale's problems “Dale,you cannot go to Canada”
“and why not? Are you in cahoots with them?” Dale turned to Hank quickly.
“I am not in cahoots with whoever 'them' is,you've known me thirty years,I would've told you”
“well then why can't I go?” Dale huffed loudly and left,a few seconds later,he returned, grabbing another beer out of the cooler and stomping off again, shouting “I'm going! And return with the body of their leader!!”
Hank shook his head “how're we gonna keep him from getting into Canada?”
Boomhaur piped up,looking over “Dang ol' talking 'bout the news,man,they talking about immigration,dang ol' autism,Canada won't let 'em in”
“Boomhauer...I don't understand half of anything you say,but,I think I get the jist...maybe we can get Dale a diagnosis and then they won't let him in”
A few days later and Dale and Hank were sitting in their office,Dale excitedly talking about meeting the guy who caught Bigfoot,Hank busy worrying about how Dale was gonna try and escape when he realized he was here for an evaluation. Soon enough,the doctor called his name and Dale and Hank got up,they went into a back room and Hank quickly shut the door as Dale realized this was a doctors office.
“no! No! I am not going to sit here with a doctor! They'll just steal my urine! Or my hair! Well..what's left of it!”
Hank sighed,shoving Dale down on the couch “no,no,no,sit,they're not going to take anything. They'll just ask questions, alright?”
Dale reluctantly allowed himself to be shoved onto the uncomfortable couch “alright,alright…fine,I'll answer this guy's questions…but if I think he's a spy,I'm taking him down…shi-shi-sha!” Dale grinned a little,doing a karate chop in the air to punctate his sentence.
“Dale,you are not attacking the doctor.” Hank groaned,reaching over to smack his hand out of the air “attack him and you'll lose your hat.” Dale nodded quickly,reaching up to keep his hands over his hat tightly as the doctor walked in.
“Hi there,boys,I'm Dr.didntwannathinkofaname,good to see you two today. Now,Hank,you've sent in a large…uh,fax of some.. interesting stories about Mr.Gribble here.”
Dale immediately looked over at Hank,horrified “you told him things about me?! What if he's with the government?!”
Hank sighed “I'm sorry about him,Dr.didntwannathinkofaname,he's uh…very into conspiracy theories.”
“yes…I can see that…has this been a lifelong interest of yours,Dale?” Hank and Dale both nod a little. “Alright,thank you..if you two don't mind,I'd like to talk to you both separately. Dale,I'm gonna have you go with my assistant to take a few tests to see how you do. Just some facial recognition tests,memory tests. We just need to see how you play,behave and communicate with your peers.” Dale nods a little and gets up,leaving with the doctor's assistant.
Hank's POV
“Dale's always been…special. When we were kids,he didn't talk until he was about six…he just growled at everyone.” Hank rubbed the back of his neck,chuckling awkwardly “Then there's the fact he's never been good with people. He never really got invited to play with us in first grade,he just sorta…started playing with us,not that we minded,but,after he started being friends with us,he would just run away from other kids.”
The doctor took notes as Hank spoke “and..who is 'we'?”
“Bill,Boomhauer and I. We've all been friends since first grade. We all still talk. Hyup,every evening in the alley,have a drink,unwind. Heh,we used to spend about a half hour before the streetlights came on,sitting on the sidewalk by my house and have some rootbeer” Hank nodded,smiling softly at the memory of when they'd all become friends.
“You four have had the same friend group for…nearly thirty years? And you have a very…similar schedule to when you were kids? That's…very interesting. Mr.Hill,how do you think you and Dale would react if you weren't in the alley in the evening”
“Well,it just throws our whole schedule off. Dale can hardly do anything until the next time we're all in the alley,his brain just turns to mush..and,well,I'd be lying if I said it doesn't mess with my mind too” Hank nodded a little.
“I see..” the doctor kept writing as Hank spoke. He asked a few more questions,listening to Hank ramble on about Dale as a kid and of course,after those stories,Hank talked to the doctor about propane.
Dales POV
The assistant led Dale into a room connected to the doctors office and pulled out a book with pictures in it,some book about frogs and…some games,by the looks of them.
“Alright,Dale. I'm going to have you identify some facial expressions,then you'll read a book to me,we'll do a memory test and then I'd like to know about some of your interests and hobbies that sound good to you?” the assistant looked at him,smiling softly.
“No…but,Hank said he'd take me to get ice cream if I was well behaved…so,let's do this,I guess” Dale nodded,sitting up a little.
“Great,alright,can you…tell me what this woman is feeling,Dale?” she asked,opening the book of photos.
Dale stared at the woman intently,studying her face “she's not feeling anything,she's obviously a robot,duh. You can see where her fake skin stops,right there under her tank top strap, probably didn't put any 'skin' under her clothes to save the government a few pennies”
“Alright then,enough of the facial recognition test for now. Why don't you read me this book and then tell me about it?” The assistant handed Dale a book about flying frogs,which,of course,sent Dale on a rant about alien frogs and all the politicians they're controlling. The assistant nodded,writing everything down as Dale spoke. “Alright,that's very interesting,Dale,I'll make sure to fact check Mitch McConnell the next time he talks. I'm gonna have you do a math sheet for me,please show your work,it's very important.” Dale nodded and filled out the sheet,breaking the numbers down to add them.
“Alright,I'm finished..” Dale nodded,handing the math sheet back “is that memory test next?” The assistant nodded,setting the test up and having Dale go through it.
“I'm very impressed with your memory,Dale,you have a very good memory” The assistant smiled and took some notes. “Okay,I'm gonna send you back to the doctor and he'll give you the diagnosis. Dale nodded and went back into the room with Hank and the doctor. The doctor went over everything.
“alright,Dale,Hank,here's a packet of both of your diagnoses'” the doctor nodded a little.
Hank took the packets “mine..too?”
“Well,I can't give any official opinion on you,but,it is my recommendation that you come back for an evaluation of your own,Mr.Hill.”
“Haha,your plan backfired,Hank” Dale grinned,looking at him.
“Hwell,not really,Dale,this isn't an official diagnosis,yours is. You can't go to canada” Hank grinned as Dale's face fell,realizing Hank was right.
“you traitor. You're temporarily suspended from being my emergency contact.” Dale mumbled as he got up and left with Hank.
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pancakekuu · 2 years
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T: "Yuzuru Look its a frog!"
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amatastella · 9 months
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More than a month in the making, I’ve finally finished my rewrite of my favourite fic to date. May I present 🥁 🥁 🥁
The Art of Bullshit
“Gojo,” Nanami sighed and turned to face the older man. “What are you doing here?”
“Me? Oh, just a stroll through the neighbourhood.” It wasn’t often that Nanami met another man taller than himself, and he found himself reminded of this as Gojo practically loomed over him.
The closeness wasn’t appropriate for the middle of summer, Nanami felt himself sweat more from the heat that radiated off the other man.
“A stroll through Tokyo’s business district?” Nanami questioned.
“Sure.” Gojo shrugged, a smile persistently played across his lips.
Nanami stubbornly glared at the black lens of Gojo’s sunglasses, and in turn, his reflection stared back at him.
“Outside my place of employment?” Nanami tested, his brows narrowed.
“A coincidence!” he laughed.
Before Nanami could process it, Gojo threw an arm around his shoulders and spun them around. Together, the two men faced the direction that Nanami was originally going.
“How about we catch up over dinner? I know this great ramen place.”
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elenadepaznieto · 8 months
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I need to do something to my hair but i don't know what do i want to do with it. Help.
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sambuchito · 5 months
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bueno nada me voy a hacer una paja chau
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diodellet · 7 months
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fighting for my life to get enough warps for IL danheng,,,, i alr got clara from losing 50/50 but GAWDAMN my underbuilt charas can only do so much!! i can only cheese so many fights!!!
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yirggzmb · 1 year
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Snack Time
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dopamineband · 1 year
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I LITERALLY FORGOT TO TELL EVERYONE ON THIS APP THAT WE RELEASED A NEW SONG HAHA IM THE WORST SOCIAL MEDIA HANDLER EVER
SICK OF YOU IS OUT NOW!!!!
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pyrogaynia · 1 year
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if i do not get a package this week i will scream
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residentdormouse · 2 years
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Why won't my story write itself? Why do I have to type words? My brain won't do the focus thing and I just want to read the finished product already.
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zannia · 1 year
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i want DOLLS! NOW.
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authenticmutuallove · 2 months
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high school GoIji fics save me… save me high school GoIji fics…
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