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wheeler-things · 1 year
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Hhhh the amount I want to read (could I write it? Yes. Will I write it? No) a college au/college era fic where Mike’s gay but thinks Will’s straight or at least not into him, and he’s trying to get over him, so when a cute guy comes over and they have a decent conversation and then the guy asks for Mike’s number and all of a sudden Mike realizes what was just happening was flirting and he makes the snap decision to be like “yeah sure okay” because… hey the guy’s cute and Mike likes guys and, yeah, Will’s right there and Mike’s not officially out to him, but it’s Will. It’s not like he’s going to be homophobic, and maybe this is a way Mike can come out without it having to be a Whole Conversation where he’s stuck having to lie about how he figured it out/who he likes. And, hey, maybe this guy will finally be the one that can help Mike get over his deep and long term love for pathetic crush on his best friend. Win-win.
And meanwhile Will is in hell, watching this random guy start flirting with Mike, and Mike’s?? Flirting back? Does he know he’s doing that?? And then the guy is bold enough to ask for Mike’s number and Will’s so sure this is the moment when Mike is about to realize what’s happening and… well maybe the upside to this is that at least this is a test run for Will to be a little more sure how Mike will react when HE eventually gets up the nerve to come out to him. Except?? Mike’s giving his number?? And blushing??? And agreeing that he’d love to get dinner sometime????? Will’s dying of jealousy and also dying of “wtf Mike’s liked boys this whole time and I didn’t know and now some random guy has appeared and gotten Mike to agree to a date in the first ten minutes of knowing each other????”
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lord-of-the-ducks · 2 years
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After the release of the episode titles, I made this theory over on discord. It’s probably not going to happen, but it’s still very funny to me
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r0semultiverse · 1 month
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Two Truths & a Lie Round 14
For people who can't see polls: Pick the lie.
I’ve written a friend’s final project essay to help them graduate.
I’ve banged one of my platonic siblings (weren’t raised together or related).
I’ve survived two tornado encounters.
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genderkoolaid · 2 years
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I'm gonna start roleplaying Herbert West when I do my T shots I think
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devondespresso · 9 months
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utilize your power as The Friend Who Swears A Lot to confuse and baffle your opponents (friends) be actively choosing against swear words in specific circumstances in favor of far more silly and whimsical language
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ttsquid · 2 years
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what software do you use for drawing?
ms paint!
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medicinemane · 2 years
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Kind of messed up palindrome isn't a palindrome, desu ne?
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powerfulkicks · 18 days
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i wish i knew tricks :(
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depthnessingsweet · 1 year
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ceruleancattail · 21 days
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A Red Heart
Mystic Au
Ruggie x reader
Tw: yandere, gore. Lots of gore. Man’s insane but Y’know I love that so-
All you could see was red.
Spread across his lips, splattered out in a shocking mess of crimson and brown, flakes of blood peeling off like a badly-painted wall. Drops of scarlet drip off his chin, almost like a beast’s wild slobber. His shirt was scratched up, one sleeve ripped clean off, stray threads fluttering away with his every breath.
He kneeled in right before the door, fingers curved into crescents. There were claws, at the end of those fingers. Short, yet viciously sharp. You’ve seen him rip apart packets of chips and paper packaging like it was nothing. It somehow never occured to you what those claws could do to skin. They were coated with grime and blood, red and gummy under his nails.
Vaguely, you could see chunks of flesh strewn around on the ground, ripped into indescribable chunks of gore. Thrown around your floor, coated with the crimson of blood. Hesitantly, you nudge one with your finger.
Warm.
It was still fucking warm.
A chill raced down your spine, settling itself deep into its base. Ice ran rampant through your veins, freezing your bones ice cold. Your heart thumped, throwing itself against its cage of bone again and again, in a futile attempt to escape.
Rooted to the spot, you could feel the bile rise up your throat. Lapping at the back of your throat, acidity burning into the flesh of your mouth. Pressing its way into to your tongue, the vile liquid threatening to spill off your lips at any moment.
The man… no, the creature sitting kneeling right before you raised his head slowly, a wide toothy grin spreading across his lips. To your disgust, it was the same smile. The fanged, crooked grin that he smiled, eyes crinkling right alongside with it.
The same smile you’ve always found cute.
The familiar, warm smile of your Familiar.
Forcing the bile back, you manage to stutter:
“What… have you done, Ruggie?”
Ruggie tilts his head to the side, a somewhat endearing little gesture. Furry ears twitching ever so slightly, those bright cerulean eyes of his staring straight into your own.
You used to think they were beautiful. A clear blue, like the boundless vastness of the sky. Yet now, those same eyes unsettled you, with their clearness. With their calmness. No matter how hard you searched, you couldn’t even find a smidge of remorse within those irises.
“Aw, you came home earlier today, huh Master?”
Hands pushing against the ground, Ruggie leaps right back onto his feet, that sickening grin still plastered across his blood soaked lips. He takes a step closer, swaying ever so slightly. Unsteady, shivering from the excitement of a beast who’s just successfully sunk its teeth into its prey. You could just barely make out the gleam in his eyes, and the instability of it all.
“Who did you…”
your voice falters, trailing off into the silence. What word could you have used? What English word could ever describe the savageness of which Ruggie attacked his poor victim, tearing they apart with both claw and fang? How could you ever come up with a word that encompassed this dastardly act of primal rage?
You were answered with a husky laugh, before a hand lands on your shoulder. A reassuring pat from Ruggie, yet you still winced from the sheer force of his palm.
“What does it matter? They’re dead.”
Ruggie shrugs, shoulders moving up and down fluidly.
“Ain’t no point to having a name to haunt your nightmares, yeah? I know humans are screamish about stuff like this.
I tried to be considerate about ya, y’know? I can’t have my master hurling nilly willy all over the floor. But it ain’t my fault you came home early today.”
His lips twitch upwards ever so slightly, a sort of sadistic amusement leaking out of it.
“That’s on ya.”
Ruggie bends down, wiping off his hands the best he can with the cloth of his pants, before he reaches for your hand. Clutching it tightly, damn near squeezing the life out of your palm. With a sharp yank, you stumble forward. Forced to follow Ruggie’s pace, as he leads you further into the gory scene.
You stop in front of a mangled corpse, almost rendered unrecognisable by Ruggie. The fingers were all scorched, and gnawed at, removing every single fingerprint on it. Part of it had been burnt, disfigured into some monstrosity of raw, throbbing red.
Without any hesitation, Ruggie plunges his hand into the corpse’s chest, digging around for something or another. Every move he made was accompanied by a disgusting squelch, blood staining his arm like a glove.
Despite all of that, Ruggie was still smiling. Chattering on cheerfully, as he continued his search.
“I wanted this to be a surprise, but you’re already here, so might as well.”
Finally, he finished out something. Something the size of his palm, throbbing and squirming in his very hands. A heart. A fucking human heart. Ruggie cradled it softly within his bloodstained palms, the organ still trembling within his hands.
“Humans use hearts to express their love, right? Those little valentine cards, all red and lovely… I figured it’ll be much more romantic if i actually got ya’ a real one.
I put in all that extra effort just for ya, master. Aren’t you just so grateful?”
He slides the organ into your hands, gently closing his fingers around yours. Guiding you into cradling the heart tenderly, softly. Like something beautiful, precious. Like something valuable, forged out of life itself.
Forcing you to hold onto the weight of his sin,
making your hands just as stained as his was.
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dansnotavampire · 10 months
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I think the difference between nimona (comic) and nimona (film) is that the comic is so much more about being mentally ill and the film is so much more about being queer. don't ask me why just know it
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snufkins-boot · 10 months
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Dc x dp idea:
We all know those fics where Danny get de-aged and sent to Gotham. What if it was the other way around? What is someone like Tim got de-aged and sent to amity and just gets picked up by a gang of teen vigilantes.
Danny: LOOK AT HIM HE’S ADORABLE!
Valerie: we can’t keep him.
Tucker: I say we keep him.
Sam: I third the keeping.
Meanwhile Tim is torn between trying to escape these idiots or try to instill some self preservation skills into them.
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biggs-regretti · 5 months
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Just a couple of immortal beings finding creative ways to spend their eternity
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abbysfawn · 7 months
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“ellie wouldn’t act like that, ellie wouldn’t talk like that” girl shut up !! if she never showed aggressiveness and dominance in the game then i’d understand where you’re coming from but she does!! and we wanna have fun with it!! and that is nawt a crime
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duusheen · 5 months
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Jay had every intention of discussing his plans with Miracle once he returned to the city, but somehow the conversation took a completely unexpected turn 🫣
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ryssbelle · 1 month
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JD is going to ugly baby cry when he finally finds Clay? Like the overflow of Relief and happiness Will literally turns him into a blabbering mess That only Floyd can understand Because Floyd is the sensitive one.
I haven’t fully decided how the moment would go, there’s a lot of directions but I did decide to kind of do a concept doodle of this scenario, sort of. I was gonna send it with this ask but I think it deserves its own post for how long it is XD but know you were the ask that spawned it. But yeah I have lots of ideas on what could possibly happen, the biggest aspect of it that is subject to change is whether or not Clay is there in what would be this aus version of the Branch Floyd reunion from the movie, and then like what goes with that you know?
I’m more along the idea that Clay would be there, as would most of them, due to the circumstances having changed so drastically that they wouldn’t be separated by a fight, but you never know. This is pretty close tho to some of like my first thoughts, also sorry for taking a literal month to answer again the concepts I made were meant to go with this but I was going through so many drafts I legit just exploded.
The concept doodle will probs be posted tomorrow tho ;D
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