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rxgnor0k · 2 years

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Idyllic — J.Quinn

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Summary: <You accidentally say something flirty that catches you and Joseph off guard, little do you know that he’s been waiting for you to say something like that for ages>

Pairings: <Joseph Quinn x costar!fem!reader>

Warnings: <use of she/her pronouns, fluff, pining>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD, this was based off of a prompt i saw on pinterest lol, so creds to that>

⚠️ i will not allow anyone copy and pasting my work into any other social platform or site without consulting with me first ⚠️

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You entered the room confidently before sitting on the rich, velvet couch that stood before you. It was mere minutes before the interviewer would arrive, and being early was one of your main priorities.

Today was a bit different than the rest. Usually, you’d come to set along with Joseph, but he was no where to be seen. Yes, you called him multiple times, but he never picked up. You were afraid that he’d gone missing, or became very ill. Fortunately, his manager had called and said that he’d may run a bit late, as traffic wasn’t looking so good at this hour.

You sighed, relieved that Joseph was alright. For a while now, your feelings for Jo have increased, and made it clear to you personally that you had a crush on him. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal, it was something you could easily contain. Though, there were times were you had to control yourself because Joseph looked too damn fine.

Being too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that Joseph had just entered the room and sat right next to you.

“Darling? You alright?” he asked, shaking your shoulder to set you back into this reality.

“What? Yea, i’m fine,” you said, shocked at his presence being so sudden. “I thought you were going to be a bit late? Your manager said you were in heavy traffic.”

“Mhm, I decided to just walk the rest of the way, so I payed the driver and strolled down the block in a fast pace,” he chortled, rubbing the back of his neck in a embarrassed manner.

“Well, I’m glad your here, Jo,” you patted the back of his shoulder, almost like a grandfather would to his children. “Jo, you look really nice today.”

Joseph smiled at the comment, as you shifted your attention in front of you. You couldn’t help but think about the jacket he was wearing. It smelt of rich leather, newly opened books, and his cologne. The amount of power his scent had on you was amazingly endearing. You could talk about it all day.

You opened your mouth to say something polite, but what came out was,

“You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss.”

The silence that overcame the room was so loud, that your heart beat was very clear to your ears.

You froze, your whole body suddenly stopped working. The amount of blood that rushed to your face was incredible. The sweat that dropped down your face profusely was quickly wiped by your now clammy hands. You breath hitched as you closed your eyes, unable to speak or make contact with anybody in the room, especially Joseph.

He sat beside you in awe, flattered with randomness of your comment. After looking at your face, he was pitiful.

“Surely she didn’t mean that,” he thought, amazed by how someone that he thought was considered superior to his league would say that. It’s almost like every night, he thinks of something like this happening. His confidence increased that any problems he could ever think of were now gone.

“Hey,” Joseph nudged your shoulder. You felt stiff as a rock, unable to move.

“Jo, I’m so sorry, my intrusive thoughts took over, and-“

“I think that you look very ravishing today as well. It’s almost like I have this urgency to kiss you this very moment,” he said. He said it so casually that it felt surreal.

“Jo, I-“ you were interrupted by the door opening, showing the interviewer for the morning. The both of you swiftly moved into an comfortable sitting position and started on with interview.

During the interview you couldn’t help, but glance up at Joseph as he quickly returned the loving gesture, leaving you a blushing mess. At one point, he slithered his hands in between yours, and caressed them. His hands were soft, yet rough, it was a comforting feeling. It certainly eased you into an relaxed state.

Though, the next day was a bit… different. You were woken up with far too many instagram dms. You were sent messages in all caps, talking about a video? You went into your search bar to go into google and looked up the video these messages were talking about. You saw multiple articles, tweets, and tik toks regarding the intimacy between you and Joseph.

“They already posted the video?!” you whispered, afraid to wake up the sleeping Joseph that slept quietly right next to you.

The next five minutes we’re spent scrolling through twitter and tik tok, talking about these moments between the two of you in the latest interview.

You set your phone down, and went back into the covers just to sneak up beside Joseph and snuggle into him. The sight before you made you feel extremely idyllic.

Let’s just say that these simple gestures had set the whole internet on fire.

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a/n: hey y'all! I rlly enjoyed writing this one!!! This one is 4 the Joseph girlies😁. Anyways, have good day (or night). Byeeeeeee

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at th top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

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mugentakeda · 5 months

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i saw fanart for this age old unfinished fic and was so interested by the premise that i simply HAD to give the concept my own spin.... Ill put my notes under the cut cus it got kinda long lol

-FIRST OF ALL. i headcanon lu ten as a powerful firebender (like, lightning bending powerful. not an expert at it yet, but can generate it at will. only recently picked it up before the siege.) that can Also use a weapon. he picked it up for funsies and ended up taking it seriously and then excelling. he learned under piandao and in turn later introduced him to zuko. His weapon that he made with piandao was a more traditional jogekama yari, which he had on him when he was captured. long feng destroyed it and had a new jogekama yari made for lu ten in a more sleek earth kingdom style, with longer and more savage blades. **ALSO: lu tens jogekama yari is based on saras yari from samurai champloo!!!! i just made the side blades curved in opposite directions (which made it a jogekama instead of saras type of yari) -lu ten does not interact with the other agents. whether brainwashed or amnesic in this, hes not even one of the secret police that go around arresting people. hes a lone agent that works Directly under long feng and is more of an assassin and spy thats permitted in and out of ba sing se for the missions and jobs long feng sends him on, unlike the rest of the agents. as a gift for his (made up) birthday, long feng gave him a hand carved stone earring. Yes, its a tracker. yes, lu ten knows that. No, he doesn't care and wears it anyway. his boss can do what he wants, and he trusts his boss with his life (lol). the other dai li agents know of lu tens existence, less have seen him with their own eyes, none are permitted to speak to him if they do. they dont know hes a "nonbender". -i havent decided on whether or not i want lu ten brainwashed in this or simply amnesic?? it would be neat if he was the brainwash soft launch since the ba sing se conspiracy brainwashing only started After the siege. lu ten is a firebender, has that fn royalty brand iron willpower, so youd think thats hard to brainwash especially if he was the soft launch, but if long feng kept up the sessions regularly over the course of 6-ish years (and as their brainwashing techniques improved), id doubt it would rub off. its a seven layer salad of brainwashing. and even if he was amnesic rather than brainwashed, theyd still need to do some adjustments in lu tens head to TOTALLY wipe out any idea of firebending, on top of regular chi blocking. -as for the amnesic part, i read a theory that introduced the idea that lu ten being killed was an inside job orchestrated by ozai. which i dont think would be canon, but it would be pretty cool?? like especially considering how FAST he jumped on azulon about heirs. very suspicious indeed. and all too convenient: have a group of moles set in irohs army, once lu ten moves out away from iroh then corner him, kill him, make it look like the earth army did it, sneak back to the fire nation, ozai gets the crown. easy as pie. -and to combine one of MY OWN aus with the above, aka the one where zhao and lu ten were both taught together under jeong jeong, the first time that zhao REALLY made a big move into ozais pocket was offering to be the head mole in irohs army. it made perfect sense to ozai, and he gladly sent zhao on his way- him being close rivals with him will catch him off guard and make the job far easier. and if zhao succeeds, and KEEPS succeeding, when ozai undoubtedly snatches the crown, he will grant zhao all the rewards and titles he could ever want until the cows come home. snazzy deal.

so whichever one of those you guys find cooler will be the one i go with because frankly both of them have the same amount of fun angst and drama idk......................

-as for lu tens face and arm, i base that off how i think lu ten died, not even gna lie. in the case where he is dead i think half his skull got crushed open and his arm was blown right off from the bicep. the stitches are just for aesthetic purposes. i was inspired by how scars are drawn in one piece, and because they give a "frankensteins monster" type look, which i found fitting, since this is a 'came back wrong' trope/winter soldier-esque au. the bandages covering his face was a suggestion from an anxious long feng to hide his face in public, while the ba sing se conspiracy was still fresh and the citizens might recognize the spawn of the dragon of the west if they looked long enough.

-as for lu ten and long fengs relationship, i havent thought about it enough, but im definitely imagining smthn along the lines of "you were always working for me, i picked you up and trained you when you had nothing, you owe me your life and loyalty", mixed with some gentle stockholm syndrome. like, a combination of "the king and his most loyal guard dog", a very strange psuedo father-son relationship??? (which was honestly accidental on long fengs part. but he kept it up because he found the irony amusing. yes he will try and rub that in irohs face. yes iroh will beat his skull in for it. its chill)

-this has nothing to do with the au but please see iroh and zukos body language in the third panel of the comic... i love to portray them as protective of each other... zukos blade placed before iroh, irohs arm switching from shoulder to shoulder as zuko turns, always placed between him and whatever is approaching... Heurghhh (GRIPS HEAD

#BUT YEAH I HOPE U GUYS LIKE TJIS ... if that ends up being the case maybe ill talk abt it more and expand a bit further...#BUT ONLY IF U GUYS LIKE IT I PROMISE.#yes this woudl probably change the outcome of book 2 thats a whole other can of beans #lu ten #iroh #zuko #long feng #atla #avatar the last airbender #alicias art

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evercelle · 2 months

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i really love your lineart!!!!!!

sometimes in the inking stage i kind of mess up about the thickness about the lines and such. and in general it looks stiff in comparison to the sketch. any advice for a novice?

thanks!! wow it's been two years since someone asked me about lineart :') in addition to the stuff i wrote in that post, some ways my process has changed since then:

using a pen at lowered opacity w/ velocity variation:

(example used is ciro pen!) if you draw a fast stroke it thins out, but consistent speed/pressure gives you a uniform width. it took me awhile to get used to bc developing speed + control just takes practice, but i like how pens with velocity make it quick to vary line width easily. (it might be a placebo effect but i also feel like drawing with these types of pens forces you to have more line confidence, bc it's very visually apparent when you go slow or unsteady...haha)

2. sketch vague, draw detail in later

for pictures that i draw separate lineart for, i usually do rough bodies/shapes and then draw in details while inking. if there's too much detail in the sketch, i think it's easy to focus too much on following the sketch perfectly with your lines, so it gets really stiff and loses the motion in the original sketch. example sketch -> lineart

3. the "this is fine" or "eh fix it later"

try not to overwork it! its fine if there are holes... and the lines dont connect... and the width is weird... it is okay.... employ the time honored techniques of "it's fine" it or "ill just fix it later" lol i tweak or add details as part of coloring to correct places where the lineart got weird. you can probably see it better in this process vid i posted before, but i also drew an example today ft. my boy gaming

like any other skill, i think developing skill + speed with lines follows with time and practice, but i totally empathize with the struggle against it looking too stiff... getting past the mental block of trying Too Hard and losing the charm is tough. you can do it!! i hope this helps!

#ASK EVER #i love u gaming genshin impact... ur joie de vivre and kindness are so charming....#fun fact the first character in gamings name is the same as in mine. a rare irl ever fact

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lesbianslvt666 · 10 months

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omg, hi!!!! I absolutely LOVED the Dina one-shot and I was wondering if you could write more about their situationship, maybe make Dina being all jealous and shit in a celebration party for their team winning or the reader seeing Dina with another gurl and start ignoring her and Dina having no clue of what she must've done and maybe a make up sex? pls pls I just need more dina fics😭😭😭

Hiiii, i didn’t saw your request until now sorry…

Kinda second pt to this

Volleyball!player!Dina x cheerleader!Reader

Cw: shitty writing lol, not proofread, fast make out sesh, girls kissing (😱), alcohol consumption (sorry) mentions of 🍃, not smut yet cause i hit writers block (again, i am so sorry to disappoint :((), kinda angsty, Dina is kinda troubled cause she feels guilty, she loves you but she just shy.

Your team decided to celebrate that same night the victory against Dina’s team, as a “rub it on their faces” kinda of party, inviting them all to it.

When you arrived to your house, all you wanted was to get a good bath and relax, however, your friends insisted that it would look bad for you not to be there.

So after relaxing and showering you came out with a towel and your phone, music playing from it to get you pumped.

You tossed to phone to your bed, going through your wardrobe, your phone ringed.

Once

Twice

Thrice…

So you choose to check it, you knew it was dina for you had another ring tone just for her.

At first it was to know not to open her conversation around your teammates, it slowly became the fluttering sensation of knowing she was texting you.

Din😮‍💨

Hey babe whatcha doinggggg??

I was thinking

Maybe some us time??

You💕

Hello hot stuff, just freshly out of shower yup 🤩

I actually was getting ready to go to the party, you know, for my team who won against yours??

You going??

You wanted to press every button of her, to get her as bothered as you possibly could…

Din😮‍💨

Nah, iont wanna go with a bunch of petty winners.

You💕

But amma be there… with this dress…

You tossed your phone back to the bed, grabbing *the* dress, soft fabric sliding on your body as you put it on.

You took a pic, she could see your pretty lips and neck, collarbones exposed and the dress on full display.

You

but anywayyyy, ill be there tonite.

She didn’t reply.

You didn’t though much of it, as you got a call from one of your teammates.

“Hey pretty, amma pick you up, i am two streets away, you better be out when i arrive”

She didn’t let you reply, it was a command not a request and you just giggled at her hurried tone, taking your keys and your purse with a lipgloss and your phone inside.

The ride only cheering you more, loud music blasting on the speakers and a few ciggs shared with your friends.

If your trainer knew you would never hear the end of it…

Arriving to the party was fast, music blasting and people drinking all over.

Your team greeted you all with loud screams and shiny grins.

You scanned the room with your eyes, not a Dina on sight…

Boring.

You walked amongst your team, greeting friends around but going straight to the kitchen were the drinks are.

Thats when you bumped on Joslyn.

Her long and strong hands took a glass from behind you, getting closer to you body.

“How you holding up pretty?” Her voice was low and raspy, and as much as you thought she was pretty, she didn’t made you feel what Dina did.

She didn’t made you stomach flutter and your knees weak like dina does even just by looking at you.

Her eyes didn’t sparked the fire in your gut like Dina’s do.

Her hands didn’t make you feel like a burning wildfire that booms with every brushing of her touch.

But still… you agreed to her requests at dancing with you.

Few songs in, and a couple of glasses down.

Your head was spinning, Joslyns hands on your hips, swaying to the beat of the music till you finally saw her eyes.

Pretty brown orbs chasing you with disdain.

She wasn’t mad at you.

No, she could never.

She was mad at the situation, how come neither of you were courageous enough to be honest with each other.

Why was now she at this party, partially high with her hands on this chick, dancing stupid, jealousy corrode through her veins while she saw you swaying your hips back and forward on this girl.

Eyes glued to hers while you took it as a challenge, both with other women while thinking of each other.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she excused herself to the nearest bathroom, either to cry, punch something or throw up.

Her mind was running laps of things she could say to, debating whether or not to tell you how she felt.

Cause if you felt the same how come you hadn’t say anything yet huh?

Like it’s not Dinas responsibility to carry what you to had to the next step, right?

Because if you needed her the same way she needs you, you’d had already do somethi-

“DINA, LET ME INNNN!!” your words running out your pretty mouth like chopped fragments of you wild mind.

“Dina, please, we umm… talk! We need to talk” every word came down to a hit on the door, desperate attempts to open the door and groans of failed attempts.

Dina opened the door right after that, getting you inside the bathroom with her.

Your pretty eyes scanned her body now up close.

Black skirt running up her beautiful thighs, her lace top plumping up her boobs and you almost went feral.

She looked as pretty as always but this time you couldn’t hide how hot and bothered you were for her.

Your hand moved upwards without your knowledge, caressing on top of her clothed breast.

She took your wrist with a swift motion that took you out of your drunken state.

Your body flushed on hers on the blink of an eye.

And she kissed you hard enough to melt, your legs felt like jelly.

Her hands gravitated to your ass while one of yours moved to her tit and the other to her lower back, feeling her picking nipples on your own.

Soft lips smacking to each other, delicious tongues playing and exploring the already known territory and sucking mouths that were melting on each other.

The kiss so heated that the saliva was drooping down from your chin.

She stopped you.

Hand on your ass and the other on your neck.

“Tell me what you want angel, please i meed to know” her mouth molding on to a frown that made your head fall to the side.

She looked to cute.

“I want you to fuck me”

Her eyes drooped down.

Why does she looks sad right now huh??

What else does she wants?

“Nothing more?” Her hand on your neck falling to your lower back.

What more?

Isn’t she the one that proposed to have this hidden thing?

The one that would come over and whenever you thought of getting raw and intimate with yours and her feelings she changed the topic to sex?

She basically silently told you all she wanted was a casual sexual situationship.

And at first it was fun and it didn’t hurt like this.

At first it was a challenge seen her “flirt” with the fans in the crowd.

At first it was exciting to just fuck.

But now, you just feel like a side dish, never the main.

You might be the favorite for a while but she still preferred others.

So you pushed her with the hand that was on her tit.

Your drunken state returning in shapes of tears that outed your aching heart.

Rapid thoughts razing in your mind while your heart was booming inside.

“More like… what?”

Your voice came as a whisper, the room felt like it was lacking oxygen, warm and cold at the same time.

“Like something more… important?”

Fuck her.

Your hand pointed at her.

“Oh now you want something more than this?”

Your voice cracking between your choked sobs, you couldn’t stop your crying and Dinas heart felt like imploding on her chest.

Her pain mirroring yours.

“I am sorry…”

“I need water” your voice almost inaudible, while your hand twisted the knob, leaving Dina behind to admire you leaving.

You ran straight to your friends to grab your things but they stopped you from talking with loud screams of “the queen is back” and “we missed you baby”’s

A shot of don cuervo was tossed to your hands while your smiling friends were counting down, their happiness sticking to you a bit, you choose to stay.

The music was booming and you had nothing to stop you from celebrating your and your team’s victory.

So you danced on, with, to and for every girl around, you saw Dina, looking at you from a corner while talking to one of her teammates.

You chooses to give her the entertainment she was craving.

You jumped on the bar table, dancing around and swaying your hip to the rhythm.

The dancing, the crowd, the alcohol and the cigs you had smoked before making you feel too warm and uncomfortable.

So you took your shirt off while the girls and boy cheered for you.

Dina was in between the crowd.

So you danced more sensually, you could see she was pissed, but the show was short lived when you tripped on a bottle and slipped down

Two girls sloppily caught you and Dina took you from their holdings giving the excuse that age was the “best friend” and they fell for it.

“Hey, princess you are a bit too drunk, let me get you back on your dorm” her voice was soothing and soft to your ears, your brain didn’t wanted ti remember why she was mad at Dina in the first place.

Not when she was this pretty, not when she looked this hot, and less when she felt this good.

She helped you out of the house while putting your shirt back on in the process.

Your protests against going with her, leaving the party so early and putting back on your shirt were answered by a few “ill get you back home, it is what it is” and a lot of sorry’s.

Waking up after partied wasn’t usually the part you were looking for, and less when you had drink this much alcohol with almost to no water in between the process.

Pounding head and dry mouth, your face felt oily and you just needed to shower.

You looked to your side, a note was left there, with your clothes from last night.

You looked down.

A pair of sleeping pants and and an oversized shirt, she had left you panties but taken your bra off, what gentlewoman, you rolled your eyes.

You stepped to the shower, wobbling legs and dizzy walk but you got there.

Warm water hitting your body just right while you choose your favorite shampoo, lathering it in your hands before massaging it in your scalp.

The relaxation getting the best of you, almost lulling you to sleep.

When you heard the front door it startled you a bit but you didn’t thought much of it, your roommates normally where very active in the mornings.

However, Not just the front door opened, after a few seconds your room door opened, you could hear the sound of steps and plastic bags getting planted on your side table.

The sounds stopped.

For a few minutes there was only silence. Silence that was cut down by the sounds of rattling paper.

You stepped put of your shower, towel around your body and dina sat on your bed.

“Hello pretty… i have breakfast for you.” Her voice became smaller with each word, her eyes were glued to the ground and she looked so adorable.

“What are you doing here?” Your question might have come out harsher than you meant for she now looked back at you, face tinted with offense.

“Sorry I was the one you had to see first thing in the morning, ill get it going.” She rushed to her feet trying to get out the door, you wanted to stop her.

But memories of last night hit you and you felt embarrassed and hurt, you felt too exposed so you just hurried to close your door and put on some clothes.

When you saw the breakfast your mind ran to giving it to your roommates and forget about dina.

Bu you couldn’t, your stomach was aching with hunger and it just looked so good.

You took a bite and you almost went nuts

The flavors were expanding on your louth and you felt this warm on your chest just to the thought of Dina going out of her way to bring you you favorite dish.

Your head went back after taking a sip of your water and when your focus returned to take another bit you realized the scrunched up paper that was just tossed in the ground beside the garbage can.

You took it and opened it.

The note that was on your bedside.

A letter.

My Dearest Love.

I just realized how stupid I had been.

How for a very long time i had left your feeling slip pass me like water being absorbed in the hot pavement.

Not giving you back what you were gifting me.

I love you, but I am a pussy.

So i cannot tell you this in words.

However, i know i had hurt you many times before.

So, if you choose your peace before me, I’ll accept with love.

Yours truly, Dina, the girl that wants to be yours forever but is too afraid to ask you.

You left your room right after finishing your very delicious breakfast, taking your car keys and igniting the engine like your life depended on this.

She might be very avant-garde (shit at writing) figurative speech, but you needed her and to make things better.

You got to her place in eight minutes when it normally takes you fifteen, might be illegal in some parts but she was worth jail.

You nocked without thinking, just pure adrenaline behind your eyes.

She opened the door, she was wearing an oversized band tee and a pair of white socks.

Her eyes opening wide when she saw you standing i front of her.

“I want to be yours too”

(I want need her)

Next part to be the smut only?? (I hit writers block again) sorry :((

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samantha-rae-velcher · 7 months

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I Promise

Slade Wilson x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Violence, mentions of death.

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE! If you're comment is rude in any way, you'll be blocked. Ive been wanting to write a story like this for a while but haven't gotten around to it, my service is terrible so the app might just eat this lol

I know this isn't how Arrow went, but I'm just making my own thing out of it 😁

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"Y/n, This is Slade Wilson." Moira said, holding her hand out towards a man on the couch.

Y/n felt dread wash through her as he stood, stepping over to her with a smile on his face. He firmly grasped her hand, the smile fading.

"A pleasure, Miss Queen."

"Let him go." Y/n had said, fear in her voice at the sight of Slade holding a knife to her brothers throat.

"Or what, little one? You'll attack me? Not likely."

Y/n and Oliver had fallowed Yao fei's directions to the crash site of a plane, only to be ambushed by a rather intimidatingly large man, Y/n had to admit she found him quite attractive.

"Fao Fei sent us!" She yelled, "I doubt it was so we could be killed by you."

He lowered his brows, staring her directly in the eye. No doubt trying to see if she was pulling a fast one or not. It took a few moments but he let go of her brother, but still didn't drop the knife.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Oliver Queen, and this is my sister Y/n."

"Sister? Funny, she looks nothing like you."

"I was adopted." Y/n grumbled. "Now who the hell are you, and why are you so fuckin special?"

"I'm Slade Wilson, and I have no idea why Yao Fei sent you to me."

Y/n threw her hands in the air, "Great, Ollie. This is great! We have an army attempting to track us down! We have an Australian jungle man with a sword and no way to get off this fuckin island! Yao Fei sends us here and none of us know why! This is just fuckin great!"

Y/n shook her head and sat on a nearby box. The men watched her, almost as if they thought she'd set the place a blaze with just one touch.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." Oliver replied, "But we need to get him out of there."

"Do you two know how to fight?"

"She does, I don't."

"Well then, I guess we begin your training tomorrow."

As time went on the three had gotten close, Y/n was surprised when Oliver learned how to fight. They had rescued Yao Fei, and met his daughter. Only for the poor SOB to get himself killed . Y/n and Slade had been attacked, Slade had gotten hurt and she had to drag him into a cave that was well hidden by large shrubs.

"Stay still, if I don't take this out then it will get infected!" Y/n yelled

"I'll do it myself!"

"The fuck you will!"

"It'd be wise to not argue with me!"

"Then shut the fuck up and there won't be an argument!"

Slade was almost shocked by her words, Y/n was never afraid to fight back or curse someone out, even if they were holding a gun in her face.

"It's not as bad as I thought, I stole some medical supplies on my way out of the camp."

"That's why you stopped?" He asked.

"Well yeah, can never have enough bandages and whatever else I grabbed."

Slade chucked, wincing in pain as she pressed a rag doused in alcohol against his wound.

"We need to keep moving." He grumbled. "They'll find us if we stay."

"We aren't leaving until night. Rest, Slade. I'll keep watch."

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Moira asked, gently gripping her arm.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, ill let you two get acquainted while I grab us some drinks."

When the older woman left the room Slade pulled Y/n closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"What's the matter, little one? You look surprised to see me."

"You were dead, Oliver said he killed you."

"Tell him to check for a pulse next time."

"Here we are!" Moira cheered, bringing a tray of whiskey glasses and the bottle.

"I can't stay." Y/n said. "I have some very important business that-"

"That can surely wait until after we give Mr. Wilson a tour of the mansion." Moira interrupted.

"Yes, Y/n. Why don't you stay?"

"Stay." Slade whispered. "If you leave me and they find this place, I won't be able to defend myself."

Y/n hesitated, ready to run out and find her brother, but her feelings for Slade pulled her back to his side.

"Alright, but one more hour and I'm hauling you out of here."

It was Y/n who saved him, who fought and defeated all those men to get him back to the plane. But he still had eyes for Shadow, when he was healed they began sparring again. Y/n had to watch as the man she loved was being swept off his feet by the woman who wanted Oliver.

She felt sick watching them roll around and tackle each other. Oliver could see how she felt and it made him sad, she deserved to be happy after all she had been through. It was because of him that she was cooped up on this island, nearly being killed every day.

"I'm outta here." Y/n muttered under her breath.

"Where are you going?" Slade asked, grabbing her arm.

"I don't know, I'm gonna go disarm a mine or catch a fish. Just let go of me."

He did. Watching her disappear through the trees, oblivious to how she felt for him.

"What's her problem?"

Oliver shrugged and went back to fumbling with a stick.

Y/n walked through the forest, climbing a tall tree and watching a few soldiers sneak around. She jumped down and took them out, bringing them to a cliff and pushing their bodies off.

She could feel the anger building inside her, the pent up rage just wanting to get out. Y/n wanted to hate Shadow, but it wasn't her fault. She felt so controlled being stuck on the island, not being able to leave, having to worry that she'd wake up in a cage or not wake up at all.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Queen." Slade said, kissing her hand.

"Oh please, call me Moira."

"Of course, Moira. Unfortunately I have to be going, I look forward to seeing you again."

"As do I. Y/n could you see Mr. Wilson to his car?"

Y/n nodded and lead him outside. The trip was quiet, all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears.

"Slade, why are you here?" She asked, watching as he got in his car.

"Five years ago I made you a promise, Y/n. Well I'm here to fulfill it."

Y/n pointed a gun to his head, tears running down her cheeks.

"You won't do it, princess. You and I both know, your heart won't let you. Best to stop pretending to be someone you're not."

"I won't let you kill her." She whispered.

"How do you know it's Moira I'll kill? Maybe it'll be Oliver, or Thea. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

Tears stung Y/n's eyes as she sat with Slade, the others had already left but she couldn't pull herself away just yet. The sight of him drove a knife through her, his dead body leaned against a crate. A lantern casting their shadows over the wall, the cold of the room making Y/n feel so lost and alone.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "If I could've saved you I would've, even if I had to suffer through watching you fawn over Shadow. Id go through that pain, just to have you breath again."

She couldn't hold back anymore, her quiet sobs filled the room as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I would give my life for you Slade."

The sound of people yelling outside ripped Y/n from her sorrow. She took Slade's gun and slowly made her way to the noise, watching as Shadow and Oliver were put to their knees by the same people they've been fighting on this island since they got here.

"Where is she!?" The leader yelled, pointing a gun at Oliver.

"I'm right here you fuckin chump!" Y/n called from over his shoulder.

"Ahh, Y/n. So good of you to join us, put her on her knees with her friends."

She was pushed to the ground next to Oliver, all she could think about was Slade as the man started his big speech on how long he's been trying to catch them.

"But you Y/n, you've caused me the most trouble." He growled. "Whenever I got close to finding you or perfecting the Mirakuru, you had to destroy it. You've ruined everything I worked for! So now...I'm gonna make you choose."

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You heard me! Choose! Who do I kill!? Shadow or Oliver!?"

She was stunned by his question, the pain of Slade's death still raw in her system.

"Who!? CHOOSE!"

"Me! You son of a bitch!" She cried. "Me! shoot me for fuck sake!"

The man chuckled, pointing the gun at Shadow. "Wrong answer."

The sound of a gun shot rang through her ears and Shadows lifeless body falling to the ground had Oliver screaming. Y/n shook her head, not knowing what else to do. She charged at the man, throwing him to the ground. Y/n took his gun and fired it at a few of his men, taking Oliver by the arm and running into the woods.

They made it back to the plane and Y/n collapsed, her breathing was rapid and her heart was racing. Her hands shook with the rest of her body as her vision went black.

"Oliver!" Y/n yelled, running into Arrows headquarters.

"What!? What's going on!?"

"It's Slade! He's back! I don't know how but he's back!"

Oliver ran over, wrapping his sobbing sister in a hug. The same memories racing through his head.

"It'll be alright, everything is gonna be alright."

"H-he's gonna kill you."

It had been weeks since Shadows death and here Y/n was running from more men with guns, she had just escaped a cell, and was on her way back to the plane when they came out of nowhere.

"Get her!" They yelled, racing through the trees and vines.

She was about to book it down a hill to the shore, when a hand came over her mouth, and she was pulled into that same hidden cave.

Y/n attempted to pushed the person away when she felt their chest against her back, but she was hushed by a familiar voice.

"Slade?" She asked, her own voice sounding shakey.

"Quiet, Princess. They're right outside."

They watched through the brush and vines as the men ran past and down the hill. Slade loosened his grip on her, allowing Y/n to turn around.

Her eyes scanned his face, not a scratch.

"How?" She asked.

"The Mirakuru. It healed me."

"It thought it killed you."

"Yeah, then it healed me."

Y/n pulled him into a hug, the feeling of his arms wrap around her made her heart race.

"Is Oliver and Shadow alright?" He asked.

Y/n slowly pulled away, dread written all over her face. "It's only me and Oliver now..."

Slade swallowed, "Where's Shadow?"

"After you died, we were captured. And a the guy that made the Mirakuru shot her."

His eyes filled with tears, "Do you know where he is?"

"Y-yes, Slade I'm so sorry."

"Can you take me to him?"

"...yeah, I can."

The two of them made it to the camp, they hid just outside and watched. Y/n could feel the anger and hurt radiating off of him. He's feeling just how she felt whenever she saw Slade and Shadow together.

"Is he in there?" He asked, pointing at the largest tent in the camp.

"Yeah, but he's got guards."

"You stay here, I'll make this quick."

Without another word he made his way through the brush and out of sight. Y/n did as she was told and stayed there, she was expecting him to be out within minutes but when an hour had passed, she knew something was wrong.

Y/n was about to go in after him when she heard a twig snap behind her, and a gun press to the back of her head.

She slowly put her hands up and turned around, it was the man that killed Shadow. His face was twisted into an evil grin. Y/n was about to jump at him, but before she could a hard object hit her in the side of the head.

Y/n woke up in a cell, it was wet and she could hear waves outside. She rolled over to see that she was below deck of a ship.

Y/n sat up clutching her head, she looked around to get her bearings. She saw the man who killed Shadow, a few of his guys and...Slade?

"Slade?" She asked.

He turned, the look in his eyes was hatred and pain. This wasn't Slade, not mentally anyway.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, only stepped closer to the bars of her cell.

"He just shot her, huh?" He asked.

"What?"

"Shadow! He just shot her!? Funny, he tells me you chose to have her shot!"

"Slade I-"

She was cut off by the feeling of a blade being pressed to her stomach.

"I wanna show you something."

He opened her cell door and stepped away so the guards could grab her, once again she was thrown to her knees in front of the same man.

"Show me how you did it." He growled.

"What?" The man asked.

Slade handed him his gun, "You killed her didn't you, show me how you did it."

"No, she chose."

"I chose?" Y/n asked, getting to her feet. "You wanna know what happened? All three of us were on our knees, he told me to choose but I was so torn from seeing you die that I couldn't comprehend what he said. So he said it again, and I told him to shoot me. And you know what he did?"

She stepped closer, "He laughed, he pointed the gun at her and said "Wrong choice" then he shot her."

Slade looked at her, he could see the tears in her eyes as well as what she was saying was the truth.

"I didn't choose Shadow, he did."

Y/n was expecting I'm to put down his weapon and let her go free, but that wasn't the case.

"I don't care." He said. "If you hadn't chosen yourself, Shadow would still be dead."

Slade turned to the man who killed her. "Is that how you pointed the gun?"

"Y-yes."

Slade suddenly sliced the man's hand off, taking Y/n by surprise.

"Take him out of here."

Y/n watched them drag him away as Slade slowly came towards her. "You love me." He whispered.

Her heart sank at his words, "How-"

"Oliver told me."

"When?"

"Two days before I died."

Y/n felt small and helpless as he got even closer, towering over her.

"You would've chosen Shadow anyway, because you were jealous of her. You hated her didn't you? Because she had my love and you didn't."

"That's not true, Slade. I didn't hate her, she was my friend."

"No, I bet you were happy to see her die. Only to remember I was gone as well."

"This is the Mirakuru talking isn't it? You're not acting like yourself, the Slade I know wouldn't blame me for Shadows death!"

"It is your fault!"

"Then kill me! Then fuckin kill me!"

Slade shook his head, and began circling her. "No, you cannot die until you have suffered the same way I have suffered. Until you have felt every single shred of pain I have."

He got close to her once again, she could feel his hot breath against her neck.

"I won't kill you, until you feel complete despair. And you will...I promise."

To be continued...

I hope you enjoyed ❤️

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asirensrage · 1 year

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“IF THEY TOUCH YOU, ILL KILL THEM. ITS THAT SIMPLE.” FOR MY ANGEL BABY BOY DABI.

OKAY! Um...fair warning, I've only written like him having one convo so far with Sayuri in her fic. This was much longer ahahah. I don't think he is, but if he's out of character, I'm sorry lol.

Rating: Mature

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Dabi x Unnamed/Undescribed Female OC

Warnings: Violence. Arson. Stalking. Attempted murder. Threats. Obsession. Dark!fic. Unbeta'd

Notes: My first real foray into writing Dabi. At least one that I'm sharing for now lol. Please let me know what you think! I listened to Gorgeous Nightmare by Escape the Fate while I wrote this. Also, I wrote this tonight and posted it after reading it over like...once or twice. So...fair warning I guess. HEED THE WARNINGS.

It happened fast.

One moment she was buying a coffee, half dreading the night shift that awaited her at the city call centre, and the next…the windows shattered and she was being shoved back behind a counter praying that whoever was fighting wasn’t going to take down the building she was in.

The staff were hunkered down, looking unimpressed and resigned to the fate that awaited them. She peeked over the counter, hearing laughter and feeling the heat as flames seemed to flash down the street in front of them. She paused there for a moment before she shook her head. “Nope, we have to get out of here.” She looked over at the staff, “Is there a back exit? Even if they don’t knock the place down, it’s already starting to catch on fire. Let’s go.”

She doesn’t get far.

She’s not a hero, but most of the staff in the place with her are teens and the manager is nowhere in sight so she makes sure they get out first. “Just go home,” she tells them. “No point in staying here.”

They don’t need to be told twice. Still, that leaves her in an alley alone as she tries to figure out how she’s going to get home. The way she usually takes is blocked by whatever is going on. She briefly considers trying to get to the roof and see if she can jump enough of them to get her some space from the fighting.

The ground shakes and she looks towards the street. A figure in black walks into her view, she can’t make out what he says, but his voice is a bit rough and he sounds like he’s having a good time despite the destruction. He looks down the alley. Her gaze meets his. It’s enough of a warning that she takes her chance with the roof. Her quirk makes her just fast enough to avoid the blue fire that comes barrelling towards her. She doesn’t stick around to find out what happens next.

Being an operator in City Services pays well, but it’s not uncommon for people to call and act like it’s a sex hotline. Especially on the night shift. She’s had a lot of strange people over the year that she’s been here and while some are automatically flagged and blocked, some get through. It’s usually not too bad, people are just lonely. Mostly the elderly.

“Thank you for calling, how can I direct your call?”

There’s a moment of silence but occasionally there are lags in the connection so she waits.

“Yeah,” the voice says. It doesn’t sound elderly but it is a male voice and she distracts herself slightly by playing her usual game of trying to guess what they’re calling about. “There’s a villain attack. Someone set a fire.”

“What area are you calling from?” She pulls up the list of contacts for emergency services and heroes.

More silence. “You really want to know?”

She frowns slightly. “I need to know the area of concern so I can connect you to the right people.”

“And if I want to talk to you?”

She sighs. “Sir, if you have the time to flirt, then it’s not an emergency and I can direct your call to a sex line instead.”

He laughs at that. It’s weirdly familiar and the hair on the back of her neck prickles at the sound. “North of the river. If they hurry, they’ll see it.”

It’s not a lot of information, but unless someone is complaining about a neighbour or a pothole, she doesn’t usually get a lot. She sends the request through, hoping that emergency services will have received more calls to pinpoint the location. “Sir, next time there’s an emergency, call the emergency line, okay?”

“Is this not?”

“No, this is the City Services.”

“And if I’m in need of a service?”

She’s heard that line before. “Goodbye, sir.” She redirects the call to the nearest sex hotline and closes it. She sighs and tries to crack her back as she stretches. “Got my first sex call of the night,” she says, leaning to look at her coworker.

“Already?”

She shrugs. “Maybe it’s a full moon.”

He keeps calling.

Sometimes it’s to tell her of a fire, sometimes it’s something as innocuous as a broken window or streetlamp. She’s not entirely sure why he keeps calling and she’s starting to suspect that he’s causing some of the issues he calls about. She still can’t place why he sounds familiar but she ignores it. Until her coworker tells her that he’s on hold. For her.

“Why can’t you take the call?”

“He refuses,” her coworker says. “Only wants to talk to you.”

That’s a bad sign. The two of them share a look. “I’ll tell security,” they say before placing themselves on standby and leaving their desk.

It’s just her and the red flashing light signalling a call on hold. She adjusts her headset, takes a deep breath and tries to squash her nerves down before pressing it.

“City Services, how can I direct your call?”

“There you are,” his voice sounds in her ears. “You hiding from me?”

“Sir, I already told you, this is dispatch. If you want the sex line, you should know the number by now.”

“I know who I’m calling.” Fear sits heavy in her stomach at his words. He means the number. That’s all.

“Any one of my colleagues can help you. What’s the matter now?”

“Don’t want to talk to them, I want to talk to you.”

She bites back the desire to ask why. “Are you destroying more property?”

“What makes you think it’s me?” She can hear the grin in his voice.

“A wild guess,” she says dryly. “If you have nothing to report, this conversation is done.”

“I have something to report,” he cuts in. “You’ll want to hear it.” He pauses and she waits for him to continue. When he doesn’t say anything, she rolls her eyes and starts trying to connect the call to emergency services so they can trace it. “That coffee shop you like to go to is on fire. Or it will be. Want to stop it?”

Her heart stops. “What?”

“Don’t you want to play hero?”

She hangs up. As soon as she does, she knows it was a bad idea. They can’t trace anything but the call is recorded and she sends off a warning to the closest hero agency and emergency services. Her coworker arrives with security in tow. They stop at the sight of her.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I think…” she swallows tightly. “We have a problem.”

She’s put on leave.

The coffee shop is destroyed and she knows it’s because she hung up on him. City Services sent her with paid time off, compensation for the fact that she’s accumulated a stalker because of the job. It leaves her with far too much time on her hands. Too much time to think about how it all happened.

She’s nothing special. She doesn’t have a fancy or expressive quirk. Her voice isn’t cute. She works at a glorified call centre. There’s no real reason for some delinquent to want to follow her. It leaves her unsettled, even in her curiosity.

Nothing happens for a week and then two. It eases the tension and the fact that she’s started searching for a new job helps. She doesn’t think she wants to go back to City Services, no matter how well it pays.

When she puts in her notice, her friends drag her out to celebrate. She doesn’t know what the man who called her looks like and despite the fact that she hasn’t heard anything in weeks, she can’t help but look at the men in the bar. Her friends stay at her side until the night continues, the drinks keep flowing and eventually, she finds herself at the bar alone as her friends dance.

She considers going home but before she can signal to her friends that she’s leaving, someone appears next to her. She stiffens as they lean close.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Something relaxes at the sound of his voice. It’s higher than the man who would call her.

“Sure,” she says. “Excuse me.” She moves to walk away and a hand grabs her wrist.

“I gave you a compliment.”

“And?” She frowns. “Let go of me.”

“We’re just talking.”

A hand grabs his wrist and she can see it tighten and smoke. “She said let go.” The man screams, yanking his hand back and looking at the newcomer in fear. He scrambled backward, knocking others over as he runs.

She looks at the man. His hair is dark and she can make out the scars on his face. She’s not sure if he’s covered in piercings that glint in the light or if it’s something else. He grins as her eyes meet his.

“Thanks,” she says.

“You’re welcome, princess.” He leans in towards her. “Missed me?”

Her stomach drops. “No,” she shakes her head, taking a step back.

He grabs her hand before she can retreat. “Come on, I’m being nice. You want me to be mean instead?” He holds up his other hand. Blue flames flicker on his fingers and she’s suddenly pulled back to that coffee shop and alleyway. He nearly killed her.

“What–”

He doesn’t give her a chance to continue, turning for the door and pulling her to follow. She glances back at her friends. One of them notices and grabs the other but she waves them back. She knows the destruction he’s capable of. She won’t have them be a casualty.

They stop when they’re finally outside and he ushers her into the alley next to the bar. It’s not exactly clean but she’s more concerned with the man who moves her until her back is against the wall. His hand is still on her wrist but his other one cups her jaw, thumb brushing against her cheek.

“Why are you doing this?”

His eyes meet hers and for a moment she’s surprised at how blue they are, even in the dark. They weren’t piercings. There were staples on the border of clear skin and scar tissue. She could see it now. “I was always going to find you,” he tells her. “It was inevitable since the alley.”

“You almost killed me,” she shoves him back.

He grins. “Any slower and I would have. There’s not many who can outrun my fire.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t torch the innocent,” she snarls back. His grip tightens before his lips are suddenly on hers. It’s unlike any other kiss she’s had. The difference in texture between his lips is all she can focus on until he bites at her bottom lip. He takes advantage of her gasp and deepens the kiss. It’s hard and demanding and all she can think about. His hand leaves her wrist, curling around her back to press her closer to him.

“Fucking love that attitude,” he mutters against her lips. She’s not sure if she was supposed to hear it. He kisses her again.

She breaks it, pulling her mouth from his. He doesn’t stop, laying kisses against her cheek and her throat before they turn into his teeth dragging against her skin before he sucks a mark into it.

“Wait,” she says, trying to push him off. He complies, just enough to look at her. His body is still pressing hers against the wall. “I don’t understand. Why are you stalking me?”

He looks at her from under the hair that falls in his eyes. “Because you’re mine,” he says with complete confidence. It’s enough to remind her that the man in front of her is insane, no matter how well he kisses.

She shakes her head. “No, that’s not…you can’t just decide that.”

“You still haven’t realized it, have you?”

“What?”

“I’m a villain, princess.” He bends his head, lips brushing against her cheek. She wonders if he can hear the way her heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest. “I get what I want.”

“Is that what you did in there?” she asks, nodding back the way they came. “With the guy.” Heat flares around them and disappears just as quickly.

“I was making a point.”

“Yeah? What point is that?”

“A warning sign to everyone else. If they touch you, I’ll kill them. It’s that simple.”

He will too. He could have killed her in an alleyway and she was a bystander. It’s not like he isn’t completely focused on achieving what he wants. She learned that from how he found her at her work, how he kept calling to talk to her until she left. He must have known. Otherwise, why would he be here tonight?

“What…what does that mean for me?”

“Princess, we’re forever. I’m taking you with me.” He kisses her again, it’s almost chaste in comparison to the previous ones. “Don’t worry, I can make it worth your while.”

“I don’t get a choice?”

“Sure,” he shrugs and steps back. “You can have a choice. You can leave, go back to your friends and your empty life or you can come with me.” He presses a hand against the wall near her head. “Might not like what happens after though if you go.” Flames dance from his hand against the brick. “I’ll have to find a way to entertain myself.”

Her eyes narrow. “That’s not a choice.”

“It is, just not a fair one. Not to you.” He points at himself with his free hand. “Villain, remember?” He grins at her and pulls his hand away from the wall. “So what’s it gonna be?”

There isn’t a choice. Not one that doesn’t end in destruction and mass casualties… Fine. “I’ll go with you.”

He grins at her like he already knows what she’s thinking. “Smart choice.” He throws an arm over her shoulders and leads her out of the alley.

She can play this game if she has to. At least long enough to get him away from the city. Afterwards, well…he’s already admitted she’s faster than he expected. She’ll see if he’ll be able to keep up. She doubts it.

prompt from Obsession Prompts

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and @burnincrown 😉

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vamqiredove · 20 days

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OKOK @indigoartistqueen i'll ramble and elaborate err i'm keepin it here cause this rlly isn't smthing i want on slaingelo especially bc i get a bit mad in this oops

CAMERAS LIKE THAT ARE USELESS. ALSO THEY MAKE SHIT WORSE IF YOU ARE PARANOID. having them inside your house is unnecessary unless you're convinced someone's living in your house without you knowing. otherwise it does nothing but take up electricity or batteries and money ect ect whatever. If you unnecessarily install cameras you're going to be checking them constantly. and also within the context of just "waah my big strong man is out for a week i'm so scareed i'm going to put cameras inside my house" WHAT IS THAT GOING TO DOOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE HAS TO /ALREADY BE BROKEN IN TO YOUR HOUSE/ FOR THAT TO BE "USEFUL" AT ALL AND BY THAT POINT IT'S NOT SECURITY WHATTTTTT

like other people said in that post, security like that makes it impossible to get out of your house fast/give first responders a hard time getting in. I have a bar in my window. it's removable from the inside very easily and all it serves to do is keep the window from opening more than a few inches. this mf would install damn prison bars if her husband had to go away for a month.

IF YOU'RE THAT PARANOID ABOUT LOCKS GET A FUCKING DEADBOLT AND/OR CHAINLOCK OH MY GOD. first responders are more likely to know how to get around those than "mobile locks" what the fuck is a mobile lock. OH WAIT !! SHE ALREADY HAS A DEADBOLT AND SHE'S DOUBLING UP WITH THE MOBILE LOCK. HUH ???????????????????????????????????

YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU ARE HOME.... when I'm home alone I actively try to make it look like someone's always awake. do I go over the top locking every door and window in the house and leave the curtains facing the backyard closed and did I once move furniture to block my bedroom door in order to sleep ? yeah sure but I'M MENTALLY ILL. WHAT I'M SCARED OF ISN'T EVEN PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE FFS IT'S MONSTERS THAT AREN'T REAL BUT MY DELUSIONAL BRAIN CONVINCES ME IT IS REAL TO THE POINT OF INSOMNIA IN PARTICULARLY BAD EPISODES. I AM NOT THE AVERAGE WHITE AMERICAN WOMAN FOR I AM NOT EVEN ANY OF THOSE THINGS

literally the only way I can see someone going this far for security in a way that ISN'T just "this is an ad" and/or "i am trying to brew fascism" is if someone fell into the delusion of being gangstalked, and in which case, they probably aren't posting their entire security system online because they'd be convinced their stalkers are watching their every move online and offline lol... it sure as hell wouldn't be framed like this either. also if it was the case she'd still be scared while her husband was home. it wouldn't magically appear when he's done, it would be constant.

doing shit like this isn't normal nor healthy, it's either a sign of going severe into the alt right pipeline and/or severe mental health issues that are going unchecked bc those are absolutely not mutually exclusive.

even the "keeping a flashlight nearby" thing is stupid in the sense that I DO THAT. BECAUSE WE FREQUENTLY GET POWER OUTAGES HERE ???????????????? what's it going to do if there is an intruder are you going to shine it in their fuckin face. what, can't see them thru your aesthetic lighting ?? what's the fuckin whistle going to do ... you've isolated yourself your home alone it's a WHISTLE. at the veyr least get a fucking weapon, HUH ?????????????

honestly I don't even know how coherent any of this is, it pisses me off a lot. I've done a lot of shit to try and feel "safe" and frankly it feels insulting especially given my minor agoraphobia too [ can't leave the house alone, i always need a friend or family w/ me ] especially the weird way this shit is made aesthetic. AGAIN. LIKE THE FUCKIN PURPLE LIGHTING IN THE VIDEO. AND ALSO THE SLEEK TECH.

the aesthetic-ification of that video is probably what REALLY gets me mad about it though.. like it really just makes it feel like an ad playing both on white peoples fears and mentally ill people.

blah blah my experiences aren't universal and my delusional paranoia isn't "that bad" compared to other ppls. whatever. i don't like it either way

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smoqueen · 5 months

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What is the worst fighting game? What is your favorite dbz fighting game? And sorry about your haircut i hope you find a style or a cool hat while it grows back!

theres a lot of worsts, theres a lot of nonfunctional games and truuuly shitty stuff out there. i guess i can answer this question in an interesting way by explaining that most of them come from the same era -- "after sf2 came out and achieved god level popularity," but "before most developers could figure out why sf2 was fun at all" - and remember, for a lot of people, sf2 is fucking impossible.

this era is pretty long, too, because it stretches from the n64 all the way to the ps2. it transformed through that time, in ps1/n64 gen there were a lot of 3d fighter attempts that, like, weren't able to figure out how to make a 3d fighter. they either controlled horrifically, or didnt have a combo system so you just poked eachother, etc, etc...

but im getting ahead of myself. look at a game like shaq fu - a classic 'worst fighting game' (but nowhere near the 'actual worst'). the graphics are amazing, characters are cool (including shaq) and the premise isnt that awful. but the game just controls so horrifically that the only fun youll have from it is laughing at it. jumps take for-fucking-ever because theres a huge animation for it that has many many beautiful hand animated frames lol

mortal kombat armageddon, a game i love to death for including every MK character up to that point, is decent enough to play but it is a broken mess if you look at it for more than a second. there's infinite resetting air combos, ridiculous juggles, characters that can teleport and grab you from BLOCK CONFIRMING an extremely fast projectile (think 2 of them in a second)... cool game but its Really Bad, but ill still play it if its around because fuck it and i like it.

my favorite dbz game is fighterz even though ive barely played it because out of all the Anime Fighting Games its the Anime I Actually Respect and they did a bang up job of making a fighting game that feels like youre Watching A DBZ Episode. i watched a lot of it at ECT because it came up before my commentary and my god, i admit, its fun to watch characters like jiren in that game

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rejected ; c.h. (part vii)

summary: he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: apologies probably won’t fix what was broken, but an opportunity presents itself in an interesting way. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to loves au, college au warning(s): mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of how said-past relationship is affecting person, cursing (as usual) word count: 2.3k words

a/n: this took... so damn long. illness, writer's block, life, emotions -- writing did not stand a chance lol. but !! it's finally here, even though it can be looked at as a filler chapter, but still !! i believe there's about one or two parts left before it's officially over!! i hoped to finish this series during 2022 but uhhhh... yeah lol. i also did not get a calendar so wish me luck now onto serious stuff -- as usual, i am going to link the reddit post with links to donate to ukraine as the war is still raging. finally, if there are any mistakes, please let me know! enjoy, and happy new year!

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Calum knows Ashton’s worried. The nervous eyes that move around his face, the prominent frown lines that cover the absence of a friendly smile, and the tone of Ashton’s voice as he greets him—it’s very noticeable.

“Hey,” Calum greets back.

Ashton notes the dark circles around Calum’s eyes, the puffy eye bags, and the redness indicating he has not slept well. Calum holds his emotions in his eyes.

“What happened?” Ashton wastes no time, wanting to find out what exactly has his friend in this state.

Calum sighs, sitting on Ashton’s couch with his head in his hands. How does he break it down?

Recalling the scene from yesterday, he feels like bringing up your confession first, but he knows that’s not the main issue at hand. Rather the main issue is himself.

Not getting a response, Ashton pushes further, “You said you fucked up bad, again, so I’m assuming this involves—.”

“They told me they liked me,” Calum interrupts, voice strained as he breathes out. He digs his palms into his eyes trying to quell the frustrated tears, “and I said some awful things.”

“Awful…how?” Ashton holds his breath, staring at Calum’s hunched form.

“I—,” Calum groans, leaning back with his hands covering his face, “I basically threw our friendship in their face.”

Calum finds it hard to explain himself. Looking in from the outside, Calum could see himself as a cowardly selfish person; acting without a second thought, inconsiderate of how it would make others feel, all just to make themselves feel better. He took your concern and kindness, stomped on it repeatedly, and threw it in the trash. And to make it worse, you still had the guts to tell him you liked him. That was something he was not brave to do.

“You can’t be short with me, Cal,” Ashton scolds, observing Calum’s body language.

Calum moves his hands down his face, revealing his eyes—which were glossy and a slightly darker red than before—as he stares at the ceiling. He avoids Ashton’s stare because he knows it would have him spilling more than what he wants to let out, and he’s not quite ready for that. Not yet, at least.

“Sheila still has a hold on me,” Calum states, swallowing the bile rising in his throat, “she has a hold on me and I can’t let go.”

“Cal,” exasperation flows out of Ashton as he sits next to Calum, mirroring his position to stare at the ceiling, “Sheila was—is—a bad person. She had no regard for how she made people feel, always wanting to be the center of attention, and when she doesn’t get what she wants she becomes someone completely different. Worse.”

Ashton watches Calum shut his eyes, a tear slipping out before his eyes open again.

“Toxic and abusive relationships,” Ashton sighs, continuing, “it’s—they are hard to move on from. I get that. But I know you, Cal. You’re stronger than you think you are.”

Ashton knows that it’s a weak attempt to soothe Calum, but he recalls how well Calum kept it together throughout the last year of high school. Anyone who wasn’t privy to the relationship’s ups and downs would’ve thought that Calum never went through something like that. Those who knew, though, couldn’t understand how Calum can keep his head up, but at the same time were proud of him.

Calum’s eyes flutter shut again, nose flaring as a few more tears slip out.

“Throwing the box out from under your bed is a great start.”

Calum knows it is. He hates that he’s right (and he does not know how Ashton knew about that box), but it would be best to throw it out.

“I will,” he whispers, using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to wipe at the tears.

“Now,” Ashton readjusts in his seat, “tell me exactly what happened.”

Calum heaves out a sigh, letting a few beats of silence pass before starting from the very beginning.

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If there is one good thing to come out of this mess, it's that you finally gained enough confidence to confess how you feel to Calum.

Sure, it didn't go the way you wanted it to, rather you would have preferred if you were in a better mood instead of crying in front of him. Along with it being done under better circumstances, as well.

It seemed selfish; he was dealing with something and you had to drop the bomb on him like that. From an outside perspective, it would have been better to withhold that confession, but then again, having it bottled up for so long was not a good idea.

Instead of sitting in your room wallowing over what could’ve happened (for over a week at this point), Jessie forces you out of your sad bubble to visit a few shops to help them get started on their business.

You put up a fight, making up a plethora of excuses starting from illness to being tired. All of them were brushed off, eventually making you give up once clean clothes were being tossed to you.

Standing in the premium fabric section in a craft store, you tune out the sound of other patrons and the cheesy holiday music. Jessie doesn’t try to get your opinion on fabrics anymore, knowing you’ll continue to tune out every question asked.

Jess won’t lie; they didn’t think you had the guts to confess to Calum. When you called later that day to tell them what happened, Jessie thought it was just a late April Fool’s joke, or that they fell asleep early and were dreaming – you almost hung up since you thought the call dropped – but when Jess came to, they did what they could to console.

But now this was getting ridiculous.

“Hey,” Jess tosses a roll of lace to you, shaking you out of any self-deprecating thoughts you were having, “it’s not the end of the world.”

You sigh, “I know, but it was so embarrassing.”

“So?” Jess questions, taking the roll back and placing it on the shelf.

“So,” you continue, shifting the shopping basket to the other arm, “you didn’t see the way he looked at me after I told him how I feel. You didn’t see and feel the shift in emotions, how tense it got.”

Jessie gives you a look, the same one they give you when you start to sound like you’re making excuses. You hate that look.

“Listen to me,” Jessie places their basket down before facing you and doing the same with your basket. You nod once for them to continue, “I am going to be one hundred percent honest. On one hand, I’m proud you finally confessed. Honestly, it could’ve been handled better, and definitely during a different conversation. But you did it. However, on the other hand, that was not the best thing to do. How Calum handled it is both understandable and somewhat irrational, but he has his reasons. So don’t beat yourself up, because you’re not the only one feeling bad about the whole thing.”

You bite your tongue, knowing that, once again, Jess is right.

Jessie picks up both baskets, handing you yours before finishing, “You have every right to be upset. It’s not easy to get over that, but it’s time to move on and continue.”

You nod once again, letting Jessie’s words replay in your mind and settle.

It is time to move on. Dwelling over what could’ve been, over how it should have been handled, and going through different scenarios to think of how you could’ve fought back and hit Calum with equally hurtful words is completely useless.

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You have to give your professors props for not assigning any major work for the upcoming holiday break. A couple of essays, some reading, and some studying that you can cram before break ends – break will be mostly relaxing.

Except for the fact that your English professor announced a group project. It was a project that was supposed to be part of the final grade before the break, but it was decided to be a good way to start the new semester (and new year) as it allows for discussion with other students.

You found it to be dumb because it would have been better if the project was given at the start of the fall semester if your professor wanted people to talk to each other. But, English professors can be odd (at least your junior and senior year English teacher was).

It was decided that over break, every student will receive the email of the guidelines of the project, along with the names and emails of their partner or partners, as it was made clear with the handful of students not returning in the new year made the class count uneven. You can only hope you get one partner, and that they’re not Calum or Ashton.

Comically, life is a joke sometimes.

“Your professor must hate you,” Jessie wheezes into the phone, “it’s unfortunate as it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes, mixing in the final ingredients for the cookie dough after placing your phone down on the counter with the speaker on.

Jessie inhales deeply, “Oh, my god I’m so sorry.”

You hum sarcastically, not buying their apology. You stop mixing, placing both hands on the counter and shaking your head, “I seriously cannot believe it. Here I am, enjoying my holiday break and making holiday treats, and suddenly the email comes and I see the two names I did not want at all.”

“Luck’s on your side,” Jessie jokes before another laugh escapes, “it’s the universe’s way of telling you there’s still a chance.”

“No, Jess,” you resume mixing, “there were plenty of chances, and all of them were in vain.”

“At least give this a shot, maybe you and Calum can talk things out and Ashton can be the peacemaker, like a voice of reason.”

“I’m going to ask for a different set of partners—”

Jessie’s strict tone of your name cuts you off, “You’re being irrational.”

You sigh, knowing your request is going to be ignored by your professor. You can only guess that they were assigned to you since you spent time with Calum earlier in the year, but then again, your professor must have noticed the change.

“Just try this,” Jessie has calmed down, empathy taking over, “if you don’t want to give it another chance, then don’t! But if he apologizes and wants to try again, put your foot down. Tell him where you stand, and that you cannot go through what you went through again.”

You’re starting to wonder if fashion is Jessie’s strong suit, because all this advice and guidance they’ve given you is helping you open your eyes.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“You’re welcome,” you can hear their smile before a faint crash is heard on the line, “shit, I gotta go, baby cousin dropped something.”

“Good luck,” you laugh, prepping the cookie sheet with parchment paper.

“Thanks—you too. I’ll call you tomorrow!”

The call ends and you let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived when you see an email notification.

Nope.

Instead of checking the email, you go right for the cookie dough, rolling them into a ball and placing them on the pan. It keeps you occupied for close to twenty minutes, but once they’re in the oven, you’ll have to read the email.

Hey! I’m surprised the three of us are partners, but I’m excited about this project! Hope you guys enjoy the rest of your break, happy holidays!

Ashton signs off with his name and number, along with a smiley face.

As you struggle to compose a response, another email comes through.

I’m surprised too. Happy holidays.

Short and to the point, Calum’s response makes you nervous.

Neither of you properly reached out since that day, opting for avoiding one another in person and leaving the texts untouched. There were times when you wanted to check up on him, noticing his absence in a couple of classes and even on social media. But when you get those thoughts, you go back to the image of him in the park and the pain you felt when you left.

Sooner or later, one of you has to be the bigger person. One of you has to reach out to the other and talk, at least clear things up enough to the point where you can get through the project without problems, without the awkwardness and tension filling the air and ruining an important project.

One thing is for sure: a new year means a new slate. After a hellish couple of months, you make a New Year’s resolution to let go of your crush on Calum and move on.

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Calum enjoys the company of his family. Watching the younger kids of the family wander around the Christmas tree, eyeing the present piles never fails to bring a smile to his face. Watching the elders converse and gossip was also enjoyable (just not when they would ask him questions about life and school).

He can’t fully enjoy the festivities with the heavy, lingering thought in his mind, constantly knocking to get his attention. Were you enjoying your break? Were you relaxing? Did you need any help with homework? And most importantly, do you want to be partners with him for the group project?

He wasn’t expecting it, so he completely understands if you ask for different partners. It would hurt him, he admits, but he also does not want any problems occurring that could lead to a bad grade.

After talking with Ashton, Calum sees a bit clearer now. The box under his bed is still there, however, a lot of its contents have been tossed. The remaining items are the items he’s truly attached to.

He’s hoping the bonfire his family throws on New Year’s Eve will give him the chance to throw those items out. Burning them means they will be gone permanently, watching them turn to ashes, almost signaling acceptance and moving on.

Maybe then he’ll grow. He’ll move on, better himself, and fix any relationship he’s broken.

He can only hope you’re willing to accept his apology this time.

#5sos imagines #calum hood one shots #5sos one shots #calum hood imagines #5 seconds of summer imagines #5sos drabbles #5sos blurbs #5 seconds of summer blurbs #5 seconds of summer one shots #5 seconds of summer drabbles #calum hood blurbs

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what do you think about the kaeya = caribert theory? i saw some people use it as an 'explanation why his skin is dark' like. oh he used to be a Monster and the skin is a remnant of it :) and it pissed me off so bad. i need to know what other people think about it

its honestly not a theory im super fond of i think its a little stupid no offense. i dont think it makes a lot of sense? to go super in depth i'd have to take another look at the caribert quest (and maybe read up on the khaenri'ah lore we have so far again) but i kinda feel like it establishes pretty firmly that kaeya couldnt be caribert. descended from that branch of the family maybe (though im more fond of the theory that kaeya is descended from the branch of alberichs that were actually being regents, something that chlothar wasnt involved in because he distanced himself from the rest of the family to look after his son) (makes sense that kaeya would know more about the alberichs being the regents in khaenri'ah than he knows about an alberich being the founder of the abyss order) (theres a post about it i reblogged it some time ago and it hasn't left my mind since) but like.. him actively being caribert? sounds.. honestly really dumb to me.. don't ask me how kaeya isnt (or at least doesn't seem to be) affected by any curse, be it monsterification or immortality, but i just feel like that isnt the explanation. the actual explanation could be related to the events in caribert though.. cant wait for them to tell us what it actually is lol. on the off chance that this fucking theory is true then ill just bite my tongue i guess but i know im right. ok now moving on to the elephant in the room. what kind of take even is thatttttt "thats why his skin is dark"what is bro talking about🔥🔥‼️ if i read that with my own two eyes id block a person SO fast. why would you say that and treat it as serious evidence and backing for your theory. thats just. racism basically. what. anyways kaeya whos half from sumeru supremacy

#using hoyoverse logic (desert=dark skin rainforest=white skin) he'd be half a desert dweller half khaenri'ahn #(which is silly stupid logic btw. i hate it)#its SUCH a concept though #still doesnt answer how he isnt. yknow. a hilichurl. caribert style #but we've already established that i dont have answers for you as to how kaeyas existence works. sooo yea #not to get ahead of myself though but the kaeya skin COULD be evidence of him having roots in sumeru too #even what he tells us about going to sumeru as a child too if you're willing to make a stretch #because i know that was about him wanting to go to/get as close as possible to khaenri'ah #(ough btw. i feel ill whenever i think about it for too long)#but you COULD argue that the fact hoyoverse has even brought it up recently could be hinting at something #giggles and kicks my feet. we'll see;3 #that was one hell of a tangent. sorry im a bit passionate about sumeru kaeya im realizing now #thank you for the ask!!!#about the other one you sent don't worry you didn't come off as rude! it's literally ok #you def arent alone in thinking that is fucking insane bc it is. hope that helps #the moment the caribert quest dropped and people were like genuinely linking caribert to kaeya i was so confused #i didnt interpret it that way at all #saying that his dark skin is because he was a monster though. like ok. do you guys ever think before you speak like ever #askpilled #kaeyaposting #kaeya alberich

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IRL story: I'm a physical therapist at an inpatient rehab facility, working mostly with the geriatric population. Patients come to us after hip surgery/falls/illness, etc. and we try to get them stronger so they can maximize their independence/mobility and return home. We have what we call "care conferences" with each of the patients' families where our director of rehab, the head nurse, the OT, myself, and sometimes an SLP all go over our recommendations for when they leave our facility.

All this to say, we were having one of these care conferences when I noticed my boss (the director of rehab, I'll call him Greg), push himself a little bit away from the table and wrap an arm around his stomach. I noticed immediately that his color was off, too, and he kept looking toward the doorway like he was calculating an exit.

No one else seemed to notice, so we kept giving our recommendations to the family. As the OT was going over her part, Greg hastily stood up his chair and said, "excuse me," and started making his way out of the conference room to the hallway, presumably to get to the bathrooms. He stopped at the doorframe, though, and kind of slid down to one knee. Later he told me he'd thought he was going to pass out.

Everyone else had caught on that something was wrong by this point, but I was way ahead of them. While they all started to ask Greg what was going on and if he was okay, I leapt up and grabbed the trashcan in the corner of the room and took it over to him. I was pretty sure I knew what was going to happen. He was green.

He threw up in the can instantly (I had to help him get his face mask off), and I felt so bad for him. Everyone made kind of a disgusted noise and I did my best to block him getting sick from everyone's view.

He was so embarrassed. He's a pretty young guy (we're the same age) and had only been the director of rehab for about two months. I could tell he was mortified that he got so publicly ill in front of his entire team and a patient's family. He kept apologizing even as he continued to throw up.

When he was through getting sick, I helped him stand up and walked him to his office where he could recover from the spectacle in private. He was in tears over what happened and I tried to reassure him that it was okay.

He threw up again after he tried some water I'd gotten him and I just kind of hovered awkwardly and patted his back.

It was definitely a weird, intimate, vulnerable interaction with my boss. But he was so gracious and thanked me profusely for helping him. I offered to drive him home (he only lives like 5 minutes away), but our SLP ended up doing it because she had finished seeing patients for the day and I still had a couple on my schedule.

Fast forward a couple of days, and lucky me must've caught his bug, just in time for the holidays, too. (This happened in December.) I woke up on Christmas Eve morning feeling SO nauseous and ended up spending my holiday camped out in the bathroom and throwing up like every 30 minutes. Landed myself in the hospital on Christmas Day to get fluids.

Good times all around.

Greg felt so bad that he got me sick that he went out and bought me flowers the day I returned to work. LOL. He's a pretty great boss.

OH MY GOD this one is my favorite one yet!!! Holy shit what a story, I feel so bad for both of you! I also work in healthcare and have a sort of similar story, this was the time that I was working in a mental health hospital, and me and the guy that were teching together were the only two people on the floor besides the nurse, so our patients really needed us. I could tell he wasn’t feeling well and he kept leaving the floor suddenly without telling me and then coming back, I assume bc he was getting sick or felt like he was gonna throw up. We were really good friends and so I just made him sit down and rest at the nurse’s station while I did rounds and everything. Once all our patients were asleep in their rooms I remember coming back to the nurses station and the poor thing was just sitting there with his eyes closed and I reached out and rubbed his back for a moment before I had to start my shitloads of paperwork for the night😂

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jjbl33ds · 2 months

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guhh tw for sh and @n@

block don’t report <3

just scroll if it bothers you

guess who just carved his name into my thighhh ! hoorayy … i love him i love being a crazy delusional bitch. and i also love the fact i’ve lost around 10 pounds recently ^^

don’t love the watering down of terms i use though like delusional… ‘delulu’ girls when i tell them sometimes i carve names into my limbs and hallucinate full conversations when i’m manic . . not dir just the people who also kind of fucked the funniness of ‘acoustic’ out of the joke amongst the autistic community >n<

i usualky dont talk about my mental illnesses on this miniblog much and fornmy own privacy i’m not sharing most of them but i think it’s fairly obvious i’m neurodivergent and mentally ill :3

planning on having maybe a snack for now like some grapes and meat .. i have hardly been eating recently lols

surviving on soda and the occasional thing or two..

trying to ease myself back into the fasting mindset so i don’t just not eat and then eat too much .. since i did give into cravings of ramen recently cause its an old comfort food which made up most of my cals that day :c

#jjbl33ds/coffeevents #$elf h4rm #$h tumblr #$hblr #baby cvts #self h@rm #cvtaddict #borderline thoughts #@n0r3xia #⭐️rving #⭐️ving #🕯️as a 🪶#pro for me not for thee

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dr-jem-nutcase · 1 year

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MvA: The M Files, take-a-peek pt. 3

For starters, thanks to all the likes, shares, & comments. I hope you've been enjoying this

Chapter 3

fake foods from Counterfeit Chemicals: a lot of fast food joints & every other generic food product in America. At least it tastes good...a lot of times. Like, Taco Bell is in no way authentic Mexican food but I LUV it 🌮

This place was Old Man Carl's in the movie and the same company that later brought BOB that ill-fated hotdog stand in San Francisco

That chart lol

Root beer flavored spinach. Sounds gross. I'd also be deathly afraid to try it. Reminds me of the late 1990s/early 2000s when Heinz made purple ketchup, which was NOT a success. But nowadays, different flavored snacks & desserts (particularly ice cream) can be hits every now and then. fake foods (or Old Man Carl's) could've been on the brink of creating a new trend! Okay, moving on

In case anyone has a hard time reading some of the text in the second panel, it says, "it doesn't taste any different from a real tomato". Sorry for the kerfuffle

Designed or created?

Btw, there IS actually a limited edition ranch flavored ice cream

Ranch-flavored tomato. Sounds great with a salad or some types of pizzas

Red 7 lol

This would be. mildly. terrifying. Wth was even in either one of those foods?

Runs away & claims BOB is homicidal. So judgmental & assuming! *fake shocked face*

How'd he grow an eye out of all this?

BOB's quite eloquent for being a "newborn"

Ooh! Monger's a sergeant now!

Eating the building isn't too different from both Blob movies but a much lighter tone than eating people alive. I never saw the newer one but I watched the OG one years ago. A guy walks into a doctor's office agonizing in pain and fear because his arm's covered in this goo that's eating up his arm and in a few minutes the guy is gone before the doctor could amputate the arm. Very G rated

Welp, so much for eating a police car (movie) or a city block (video game)

The third soldier's mouth is missing

Evidently they eat lead. Sorry, wrong story!

So BOB's eye is just part of his anatomy? Not some specially made artificial eyeball?

Like Link's chapter, this is a total jump away from the origin story in the movie. It's a good explanation for the genetically altered tomato & chemically altered dessert topping but a slightly censored telling of BOB's origin. That explosion on the two scientists was a bit satisfying. Again, kids' book *sigh*

Monger's hands are black

So...BOB named himself?

Big lips Monger isn't real. Big lips Monger can't scare you

"Lots of people don't have brains...a politician..." DW, is that supposed to be a burn? Hot dang! Let's get out some aloe vera, cold water, and maybe a trip to the burn unit at the nearest hospital

Some day, son. Some day, you will contribute to society. Just not today

I'm kinda surprised that this building hasn't toppled on top of anyone. Istg, Monger isn't afraid of anything

Now where's BOB gonna go? Also, is Link still on dry ice? Will BOB be on dry ice too? At the end of the OG Blob movie, the blob is frozen/encapsulated in ice and dropped off in the artic/antarctic. Did Monger go in this direction? Capture a monster and then freeze it like Han Solo? Hopefully that monster prison will be in the making soon. Like, REALLY soon. You can only freeze and store so many monsters! Btw, can you imagine trying to freeze the Invisible Man?

Again, this piece of work isn't mine. It all belongs to you know who. See you soon!

#monsters vs aliens #mva #dreamworks #general monger #general w r monger #bob mva #benzoate ostylezene bicarbonate #origin story #childrensbooks #kidsbooks

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ihatepeoplesomuchuwu · 10 months

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Finally someone using their brain about the whole CK situation ugh!!! The weirdest thing to me is that people act like him going private was a personal attack. Apparently, the “right thing” to do was to keep his social media up and just take a bunch of harassment & threats. Regardless of someone’s shitty beliefs, when they’re facing that kind of stuff, you can’t really blame them for wanting to make it stop ASAP.

Wait people are upset that he went private?? Damn I only saw that people were telling him to leave and then when he announced the hiatus, a lot of people were like "LOL GOOD AND DON'T COME BACK" 😒

I absolutely hate the harresment and threats that were being said to not just him, but people in the comments of those posts. Telling him to hurt himself over opinions? Really great 👏 I think a lot of people could have handled that situation better and I'll even go as far as to say privately. Some stuff is better to just be handled privately because you have people who jump the gun so damn fast it makes your head spin or you have people who didn't even bother to learn the situation and took the chance to bash Tom.

I agree with you on that, anon!!! 🥲 No matter what someones opinions, beliefs, or their personal lives, everyone should have at least a chance to speak. Some people like Tom have these opinions with no ill intentions yet we drive out because even being part of said things, his side was considered "Transphobic and a nazi sympathizer" but then you have assholes who do not care about us and are telling us hateful things.

My father actually stood up for me when one of his friends was like that, his friend was talking about harrassing LGBTQ+ people and my dad blocked him. Fucking love my dad ❤️

(GOD I JUST REALLY GO OFF ON THESE ANON POSTS I AM SO SORRY!!! 🤣 THANK YOU FOR YOU INPUT ANON AND WELCOME TO ROYALTY 👑)

#carnivorekitty #l4l #lfl #lurking for love #royalty 👑#anonymous

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lesbianslvt666 · 11 months

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Hogwarts!AU

Astronomy!professor!Ellie x Dark arts! Professor f!reader

Acquaintances to friends to enemies to lovers?

MINORS DNI OR ILL BLOCK YOU!

content warning: mentions of bad spells lol you see around the end.

Slytherin reader lol, Ellie keeping secrets from you so you use your sexiness to get her to spill (both down her pants and information)

smut (very bad lol,, i am still shit at writing it) fingering (both Ellie and reader), almost pussy eating (E! receiving), switch Ellie and reader, small choking play (E! receiving), marking (E! receiving), hickeys (E! receiving), nibbles (E! receiving), neediness I guess, none of you cum at the end lol (spoiler I guess) idk what else :))

Your tight curls trapped in a scarf. You didn’t had no time or interest to get all dolled up for your first class, seven am, after, of course staying until 2 am talking senselessly with Ellie.

When you woke up Ellie was still sound asleep, her messy shaggy hair sticking to her face, making a mental note while you changed and got ready for your day, to braid her hair at night.

Entering the classroom gave the weirdest memories back to you. like no time had gone by, the classroom looked exactly the same.

The class was Gryffindor's and Slytherins, your own house arrival was earlier than the Gryffindor's, "one point to the Slytherins" you said as a joke, earning a few chuckles from the students.

The class was interesting to say the least, clouded with questions ranging from getting to know you to what had happened to the last professor. Your answers of course staying appropriate as possible and dismissing the ones relating to your predecessor.

Breakfast arrived fast after the lesson, dismissing the class was easy of course. However getting to the great hall with the clouded hallways proved to be a problem, trying to avoid the mass of students, circling through corridors until you couldn’t recognize where you were or where to turn.

Before you could freak out, you heard two muffled voices. your name being the only words you could recognize, walking in your tippy toes so the people talking couldn't hear you. You arrived as nearby as you could to the sound.

"what I am trying to tell you Ellie! is that I don’t know… if it’s a wise idea for her to know…" Minerva's voice sounded weary, shaky.

"Minerva, she is a strong girl, she can take the news" a short pause clouded after Ellie spoke. "I actually think telling her is more clever, she has to know what danger could be coming so she can be ready"

Ellie voice sounded smaller, like scared a student might hear.

"no Williams!, the headmaster was very clear about not letting her know, she knows there is a threat and that is enough for her to take care when it- IF IT comes." her voice was an ultimatum, the clack of her shoes sounded harsh on the ground.

However, you didn’t heard a second pair walking- "I know you are there, come forward."

You, as if a child being discovered doing something you shouldn’t have, came to her line of view, her eyes opening wide and your name leaving her mouth like a hiccup driven by surprised, "I thought it was a student, what are you doing here!?" her steps approaching you.

A low chuckle leave your lips when you realized how childish the whole thing was. "well… I got lost…" your tongue emphasising the s and t sound.

She let out an amuse laugh. "just like old times angel?" her eyes opened as soon as the pet name left her lips, your own face becoming red, you had fought monsters, dragons, men. But Ellie calling you angel truly made you weak.

Changing completely the subject, Ellie guided you to the great hall, asking you questions about you class. You quickly realized Ellie had a thing for you. The night before accidentally confessing she had a crush on you when you were friends with Dina and today calling you pet names.

You guessed the best way to know the secrets Minerva and the head master didn’t wanted you to know was… maybe, getting to Ellies "good" side, and even getting a bit more of other things?

When night embodied the sky, Ellie took off to her classroom, doing her stuff while you ran around the dorm sharpening your plan, how to make Ellie fall for you, how to get her to tell you everything…

12:00 am

The clock beside you turn as soon as Ellie entered the room, her body and face tired. "I didn’t knew astronomy was so exhausting" she jumped slightly at your voice, giving away the fact that she thought you were sound asleep. "I mean… mentally it is, but today… umm…" she sat down on a corner of her bed, taking her shoes off and moving her head around, trying to relive some pain off her shoulders. You sneakered behind her, not getting in the bed just yet

"I had to- umm, I had to fix a few things before class…"her voice just above a whisper, her head lost in a sea of wondering thoughts, her sight far away from the room.

Her hands travelled to her cloak now, trying to get it off, however, she was met with your hands upon hers, while you tried to take a seat behind her, trapping her between your legs and your chest pressed to her back. Her body stiffened, trying too hard not to explode right there. "let me help you then… just relax" your hands stripping her shoulders off the cloak and massaging the tension off them.

Your touch felt so good, the pressure on her chest subsiding, her thoughts fixated on you, your scent lingering and embracing her and your warmth relaxing every bit of coldness and bitterness.

A groan scaped her lips without her notice and her head fell to your right shoulder, exposing her beautiful neck to you, calling you, your lips almost giving in to kiss her, so easy for you to reach…

With your free hand, you took you wand, diming the lights and closing the drapes with a few spells, she took hers, like connected to you, turning on a music player, the faint sound of music indulging your ears.

Humming softly to the music, your hands wondering around her arms, toned, veiny, tatted, so hot…

She opened her eyes slowly, looking at your face, while you looked down to her hands, rings adorning her long fingers and you thought about the logistics of her slender fingers deep inside you with the rings, or without them?

"you like my rings?" her voice laced with something you couldn’t quiet decipher, was she mocking you? Could she read your thoughts? You mind wondering upon two options. You could continue as you heart and your cunt were hopping you would, or… you could change the topic now to the elephant in the room… however, there was like three gigantic elephants here and you didn’t knew which should be better to address.

could it be the threat of your life? Would that be too soon? Scare her off?

Could it be her tired demeanour and the fact that she had bruises underneath her tattoos?

Or maybe address the fact that you heard the Hufflepuffs bickering at dinner about the fact that Ellie dismissed todays class…

"I like your hands too…" your heart won.

Her arm moved to the side, fingers glassing over your exposed tight, while you looked down to her movements and then up to her concentrated face, and to her exposed neck.

Your hand moved by itself, like in trance, fingers trapping her chin to look at you.

"would it be wrong if I wanted to kiss you?" your voice small, almost ashamed.

Your mouth was attacked by her own, her body moving now to face you, your legs intertwining to cage her hips and push her closer to you, her strong hands holding you to push you two further into the bed.

Her hot mouth open on top of yours, the kiss so needy so intense, years of thinking how you'd taste and how you'd feel came to pay her up badly, squirming and shifting on top of you, needing more, needing to fulfil her fantasies.

Her hands planted on the bed, on each side of your face, you pulled her even closed with your legs, your hands exploring her torso all the way to her breast.

This closeness was torturing, it wasn’t enough.

"please Ellie…"

her eyes rolling to the back of her head, your voice pleading for her.

"please what bun?"

her face burying in your neck, tracing all the way to find your sweet spot, needing to know what makes you weak, she wanted to know all the ways she could please you.

"touch me Ellie, I need you… please…"

She felt like wave of something new hit her from the back, her whole body now caging you and her hands pulling you so close.

Like waltzing, both of you shifted positions, Ellie was now sitting on the bed, strong back flushed against the headboard.

You were now sitting on top of her, so impossibly close, if your atoms could melt against hers and make one being they would.

Her hands roaming all over your body, so desperate to touch every bit of you. Your mouth hot in her neck, tracing with your tongue everywhere you could, desperate to feel more of her.

Her agitated breathing mixed with the sound of your clothed thighs against her pants. Fabric shifting while you straddle her, moving your hips against her own, choked moans coming from your throat, feeling her hips bulge upwards, hitting you core. Her head going backwards, the over stimulation so much…

Your hands pushing past her sports bra massaging both her breast under her shirt, hard nipples at the palm of your hand and she was squirming, trying hard not to moan only by small friction (that wasn’t enough) and the view of your needy state on top of her, trying to ride her, still fully clothed (that WAS enough)

She kissed you again, hot mouth against yours, opened lips for her to simply slide in, tongue exploring your mouth and you took your time to suck on it. That pushed her to oblivion, one of her hands going down to the place she needed you the most.

"oh no, you are not getting yourself off, that’s my job pretty."

your voice adding another layer to her ache, your words almost making her cum on the spot, your body sliding off her, ass perked up so she could see it while you lowered yourself in between her legs, her neediness making her shake slightly when your hands came to unbuckle her belt.

Not wanting to make her suffer any longer, you slid off her pants and boxers in a swift motion, her legs closing together after that.

"I am usually the one… ummm… The one down there" she said almost shy, scared that it would scare you off.

You just chuckled.

"do you want this Ellie? Do you want me to make you feel good? To make the stress go away?"

With every word you spoke, she opened slightly her legs for you, your smirk making evident that you needed this as much as she did.

Placing her legs up your shoulder while giggling you dive in to kissing her milky legs, every mole and freckled receive personal attention form you mouth and tongue.

"Ellie, do you want this?" you said resting you head on one of her thighs.

"yes, yes… please I want you all" and she would have you.

Those words tickled something in the pit of your stomach, a desire bubbling there like nothing before.

Kissing more roughly up her thigh, leaving marks, small nibbles and hickeys, her response were agitated breaths and drown moans. One of your fingers arrived first to her aching cunt, her hips buckling in to your palm trying to get something more, anything at all. glistening essence coating your palm as you decided to be a good girl for her fully palming her pretty pussy, inserting a finger of your other hand.

Her mouth hung agape at that, you couldn’t resist how good she felt on your finger, clutching on to it. The room feeling too hot out of nowhere so you detached from her, her small pout making you giggle while you took of your sleep set, no underwear, she groaned "take your shirt Ells, play nice…"

She wasn’t used to being told what to do, I mean, not in these sort of circumstances…

And that almost made her quiver.

Both completely naked now, she couldn’t stop herself for latching on to you, kissing you and feeling you, naked body flushed against her hot skin.

One of her hands falling down to you cunt, dripping down your legs, she wanted to ruin you, to take you and mark you as hers. And she will…

"tell me If you want me to stop"

Her hand now palming you, both kneeled on the bed facing each other. Your mind in ecstasy and confused.

You were supposed to make her feel good… right?

Your own had going down on her, mirroring her position, her other free hand falling to your ass, pressing so hard that you knew tomorrow youll see the print of her hand on it. Your free one going for her neck, pressing only around it slightly. Her head fell back, eyes rolling all the way. Your hand now deep in her pussy, your hard nipples flushed to hers, her hand feeling your cunt closing on her fingers. It was too much for both.

"I am… I am gonna…" your voice cut off by your own moans and shaky breaths.

"me too angel, cum with me…" her own voice whiny and raspy, strained from trying to keep her moans from coming out her lips, it was a matter of seconds before you both reached your high.

A loud sound and a scream could be heard from outside your room. Both of you separating fast, startle…

Flushed faces and naked bodies separating from each other.

"what the fuck was that!" Ellies eyes opened, fear seeping from the pit of her stomach out, seemingly forgetting that none of you made it to your orgasm…

Your puzzling mind wondering, no other thought than to investigate, walking without noticing and putting your clothes back on with every step you took. Ellie, putting her shirt on and some sweats she had around. following you close behind, her breath itching your neck.

Opening the door made a loud screeching sound, gaining to however was on the other side to run, Ellie looked to the opposite end of the footsteps, a girl laying cold on the ground, eyes and mouth open in destress, so full of fear that sent a chill down your spine, her hand was pointing out on front of her line of sight, she was petrified.

"take her to the infirmary!" you screamed at Ellie, taking off to run behind the footsteps.

Ellie looked to where you were leaving, ready to catch whoever did it, an indescribable feeling pooling in her throat, she looked down to the kid in her hands. "fuck!" she screamed as you were now out of her view.

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