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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 9 months

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Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name.

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now.

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?”

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.”

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls.

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch.

You. You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky.

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him.

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore.

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?”

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.”

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke.

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.”

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away.

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face.

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk.

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?”

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.”

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall.

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #cod ghost #simon riley angst #angst #simon riley

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allgremlinart · 5 months

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Ayo can you recommend some jetko fics?

yipeee !!! oh anon CAN I ... please allow me to organize them for you as well ...

Post-Renaissance:

Empty vessels. by outpastthemoat

It’s just that he wanted Li to come with him and he didn’t; Li hadn’t wanted anything to do with Jet. And he really shouldn’t, Jet’s nothing but bad luck to anyone. But Jet can’t let it go.

Let the City Pull You Under by MadSeason (naive_wanderer)

[He’ll wonder all that, later; but in this moment he kisses a boy who thinks he’s something other than he is, and clings to the bolt of revelation that strikes him in the dark: maybe nothing in life matters except grabbing onto whatever brief moments you have to feel good.] Before joining the Avatar, before choosing his path on the crossroads of destiny, and before he finds a poster for a missing bison, Crown Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation has a teenage affair in Ba Sing Se.

love never wanted me anyway by tiffaniesblews

“Do you really not know how to take a compliment?” Jet questions, turning so that he is leaning on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow over at Zuko. Zuko just shrugs, unsure of how to answer. “Come on, Lee, you’re a handsome guy,” Jet states, giving Zuko a playful shove in the arm. “You have to see that, right?” OR: Jet gives Zuko a compliment that Zuko is unsure of how to answer.

The Classics:

Something to Hold Onto by Wildgoosery

Since the day the walls of Ba Sing Se fell, the Freedom Fighters have struggled to protect what remains of the city and its people. Jet and his second command, a mysterious boy named Li, have spent the summer piecing together an army, hoping for a chance to take the city back for good. But Li is also Zuko, and the time for that secret is quickly running out. Soon, he'll have to decide exactly who he is, what cause he's going to fight for, and where his heart lies.

Something New by Anonymous

Zuko is sick and tired of living in Ba Sing Se. Jet is too. But he wants to make it better anyway.

The Bathhouse of the Four Beauties by jin_fenghuang

Set in Ba Sing Se. Li and the Freedom Fighters are visiting a bathhouse. Can be considered vaguely in the 'The Walls of Ba Sing Se' timeline, but is a stand-alone story.

#jin_fenhuang also known for work as People In The Mirror beta and user who translated half of #that jetko doujin 🫡 their service is appreciated...#fun fact I read half of Something To Hold Onto when I was a kid but then stopped when it made me sad #<- hey doesnt that freak you out. that thats a childhood novel to me basically. I think this is funny.#atla #jetko #allgremlinasks #fic recs

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fakesimp · 1 year

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Congratulations on 500 FOLLOWERS! 🎉 Yipeee! You deserve it cause your writing is perfection..! I want to request fluff where the reader is doing a just dance stream with Luca or anyone else I just wanna see how that would go. It would be complete Fluff and it would become so chaotic so fast like not paying attention to their surroundings. -w- i hope it's not too much or too little..but I love your writing and it's amazing! 🎉🎂✨

"You're so cute babe, ..wait-" , With Luca Kaneshiro

Warning !

Chaos ; Fluff ; Established Relationship ; Mentions of Kissing ; Indie Vtuber ! Reader ; Exposed hidden relationship

A/n : I, am sorry if, this is very ooc. (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

I barely watch Luca's stream (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Also thank you for the congratulation!

And thanks you so much for the compliment (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

➶◜◝➴

You were watching Luca doing a just dance stream, you were intrigued to join him but at the moment you're busy with something else at the moment. So all you can do is just planning a schedule to play that game for your viewers next week, and you did exactly that.

Today, is the day. It's your turn playing, you started streaming. Everyone greeted you in the chat, sending your oshi marks in the chat. You smiled, "Hey guys, I'm streaming Just dance today! I was interested trying one thanks to Luca." You mentioned Your beloved Mafia Leader, that is currently not far from you. He's just on a different floor in the shared house.

The chat was filled with questions, flooded with 'Luca?' 'Luca Kaneshiro?' they asked, asking for confirmation from you. You are an independent Vtuber, you're not working under any company. You're friends with a lot of other Vtubers, doing collabs with them. You have quite a big amount of fans, and you appreciated them.

"Okay stream let's get started!" You said as you press the start button, and it's only been a few minutes in. You have made a mess, now you know how tough it is when you did it. It seems easy when you watched someone else doing it, but in reality it isn't.

You didn't realize, Luca was watching, he was laughing at you in the chat. Everyone was surprised by his appearance, but they welcomed him warmly. Not long after, he joined your voice call. Scaring you on purpose, making you jump in shock. "OMG LUCA- I-" You yelled at the blonde Mafia as he laughed at your reaction, you softly groaned. "You were so cute in stream babe, I couldn't help it." He said, you didn't mind at first until you realize.

"Luca-"

"What?"

"You, I'm, Streaming.."

"Yeah? So?"

. . .

And then it clicked, "Wait-" Luca immediately laughed out loud. Meanwhile everyone in the chat is like 'BABE?' 'WHAT??' 'DID LUCA JUST-?' flooded with questions and disbelief, "Luca. Kaneshiro." You called your lover by his full name. "Okay! Okay-! Guys, guys. Calm down." He said as you heard shuffling from his side, "Wait let me just, do something real quick." Luca said and leaves the voice call.

And the next few seconds, Luca barges into your room. Proudly greeting everyone in your chat, making the chat went even more confused and shocked at the current situation. More questions flooding in, that you had to take off your VR headset. "Luca what in the actual- what are you doing here-" You slightly yelled at the blondie, the male look over at you smiling. "I am, explaining the chat, our. Relationship." Luca said as he look back at your computer screen that displays the chat.

You read the chat, everyone was cheerful and they are support your relationship together with Luca. Lucubs and your fans are so happy for both of you, "Guys.." you look at the chat in awe. "Thank you for the endless support everyone.. I appreciate you guys." You said not realizing, Luca had been staring at you from the side smiling wide at you.

"Babe we should try playing it together, do you want to?" Luca asked you, and the chat suddenly went by so fast. By that means, they want you both to play together.

. . .

It's only been 10 minutes in, and it's already a whole mess. The stream is filled with your laughter and Luca's laughter, the chat is concerned about you and him, but couldn't help but laugh too at both of your stupidity.

"LUCA-"

"HAHAHAH-"

The urge to Smack this Mafia Leader is so strong but you couldn't do so, you also loved him. And his antics.

It's already been 2 hours after you started streaming, joined by Luca in the middle of it. While you dance yourself away, there are times when Luca just sits at the back staring at you lovingly. But there's also time as he watch you dance, he teases you, tickle you, anything that made your moves falter.

But when the dance is taking a wide space, as you swing your hand following the movement, Luca made a sound. Making you laugh at the noises he made, oh how chaotic the stream was.

After 3 hours, you decided to stop playing and have a chat with your viewers with Luca. The moment you sit down, you are bombarded with questions about how did you ended up dating Luca.

"it's, a long story honestly.." You said as you look over at Luca who's laying down on the couch in your room, he look up and stared at you confused. Giving you the 'what?' look, you just shook your head and chuckled. "The thing is,

I Love Him. That's all I could say."

"I hope your fans doesn't mind me stealing their Oshi's heart."

"Lucaa.."

©fakesimp

A/n : This is soo- (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Idk how to start it and idk how to end it. I apologize if it's upsetting you (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Oop i might, went a little bit off from the request, oh dear (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

(3/6) - 500 Followers Event !

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #500 followers event !#➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing

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hootbon · 4 months

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Here's the link

https://www.tumblr.com/i-put-the-bi-in-nonbinary/737600898614902784

I'm really proud of how they all turned out

(FUCK- I forgot Mary-Anne's marionette strings-)

YIPEEE I LOVE THEMMM AAAA

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #freakshow au #tadc freakshow

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deargodhelpmeaaa · 22 days

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this is my full arc with Berdly (so far)

High school. Late or middle high school I don't know; my perception of time is fucked. Deltarune chapter 2 just came out and it's all the rage and I want to get the fuck away from it because it's all anyone fucking talks about and I could care less about it (I hate things that get popular). I played Deltarune chapter 1 and part of chapter 2 around this time to see what the buzz was about. I found chapter 1 to be pretty mediocre, and didn't really get the story. Chapter 2 didn't interest me and I thought it was kind of dumb.

my dumb ginger friend loves this stupid game and he won't shut up about this stupid Berdly character who like, wants people to like him for his intelligence and you can kill him in the game or something and if you type his name into google images and scroll down a little bit a really gross piece of uhh we'll just say typical furry art shows up and it made me feel really sick to my stomach. I still stole the idea for wanting to be liked for being smart and stowed it away in my brain so I could rip it off later because I have not a creative bone in my body.

I sort of forget about Deltarune for a while and harbor nothing but pretty negative feelings about it probably because my stupid ginger friend likes it and I feel zero respect for him or really any of the target audience of Deltarune and having somewhat of a "ding dong your opinion is wrong and mine is right because I said so" complex because I want to look better than everyone else because deep down I know I'm probably worse than everyone including the people I see as less than me because I hate myself a lot yay self esteem issues yipeee being a teenager rules!

I end up maturing a little as I become more of an adult, and become less of a jackass. Still have little remnants of the jackassness in me but I'm not a full on one anymore and I sort of like get how things work now and like.... I'm lss of a jerk than ur average person ok. Because of this, I end up deciding to give Deltarune another chance.

I start with chapter 2's snowgrave route since it sounds the most interesting to me. I kind of like Berdly and find him cute.

I kill him.

feel kind of bad

Go back and play chapter 1 and then the normal route of chapter 2.

wait a minute.

i really like Berdly.

he's really cute. and funny and like.

fucking shit he's kind of relatable

You know what I'm giving him the present; I'd feel awful if I gave it to anyone else

Awww! He's so happy!

Aww poor Berdly his backstory is kind of sad. I can't believe this game lets you kill him. Man and everyone else is so mean to him. Queen doesn't care about him, Susie's taunting him for how he's acting which, yeah, ok, he's annoying, but does he really deserve that? fucking bitch-

Berdly breaks his fucking arm.

Fuck.

Start the entirity of chapter 2 over again using my chapter 1 data and try to prevent Berdly from breaking his arm.

Successfully prevent Berdly from breaking his arm. We are bffs now. Yippee!

Begin to look at fan content.

Wow this art shipping him with Kris is so fucking cringe. Shit sucks.

Wow this art shipping him with Kris is kind of charming. Shit doesn't suck?

Wow I'm drawing it.

Wow I wrote seventy something pages of fanfiction that were inspired by how much I like Berdly as a character and am dedicating several months of my life possibly years to refining this script, storyboarding it and turning it into an actual comic that won't suck balls.

Kill me

#berdly #deltarune #hyperfixation #help #I said “typical furry art” in reference to a gross fan art but I don't hate furries so don't get the wrong idea #that being said the furry community does HAVE their reputation for a reason #some of the shit they do is genuinely horrific.#like that berdly fan art.#a lot of it is WORSE than that berdly fan art :)#then again any fanbase has those problems #like weebs #rant over i cant believe i ranted in the tags #kill me #krerdly #krispy chicken #deargodhelpmerant #in the tags

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gnzma · 6 months

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29, 30, 31

munday time ; ACCEPTING

[ okay im gonna leave 29 as the last reply bc im gonna be long one ]

30. what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…) ;; also asked by @murmursdraconic

[ i Love fighting threads!!!!!!!!!!

fights in which two muses are training together? hell yeah. fights where two muses are fighting it out but they're having so much fun making the other bleed? let's go!! maybe they also need to let out some frustration and that's the only way they know?? yipeee!!!! fights where both muses are really fucking angry and aggressive and go from two guys throwing hands to turn into beasts?? YESSSSS fights where one muse wants to kill the other but the other wants to make them See The Light and make them understand but the thing goes from playing defense to being as aggressive??? YAHOOOFDSANMNGMDFH!!!!

fights fun fights good ]

31. do you regularly play crack?

[ i wouldnt say i play it regularly, but rather. sometimes i wanna be silly, sometimes i wanna be fun. it's mostly quick back-and-forths and sillies and it's Fine uwu ]

29. what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon? // also asked by @rocketborn

[ are you ready for gio to rant about pokèmon writing :3 ]

for SuMo, which is also the canon i follow the most... I'm generally pretty okay with how they dealt with him. Like I always write him thinking mostly about that version, of course adding a little more of "adult content" (as in, him bleeding and dying and being Fucking Depressed in ultraspace mostly), but that's the version i fell in love with. I am and I will always be vocal about how rushed the final part of gen 7 was and how i'm DISGUSTED!!!!!!with the idea that a good ending implies team skull being disbanded (thus making it an ending where he didn't really learn to not run away from responsabilities :^)) but for the most part it's great and i love him.

USUM can choke fr fr ♥ I like the interaction he has with Hau in the Garden, but that's about it that was the beginning of Lusamine being woobified because This Woman Can't Be Evil I Fucking Guess (and while i have 0 idea of how hes handled in Masters i did see their interactions with mutual respect and i want to blow myself up), and by extention their relationship being instead written in a more healthy way that. i genuinely can't fucking see. like fuck off USUM all my homies hate USUM they did great with Necrozma they did okay with Rainbow Rocket i wish Guzma's personality wasn't Lusamine Guard Dog Except Without The Nuance Bc We're Afraid Of Evil Women Haha like cmon man!!!!!!!!!!!!

i have. so many mixed feelings about PokeSpe. i'm going to say it right away i think it's mid the battles are great everything else but mostly how female characters are written is okay at best terrible at worse. from the little i saw they really decided to keep his undying loyalty to Lusamine and i hate it here but i enjoy how they managed to write him slightly more unhinged.

the anime did him justice actually. I still think he wouldn't touch the League, ever, and he wouldn't get mad at Golisopod for an ability he should know he has (miss me with that "he's just pretending he doesn't know :)" the anime makes it very clear), but i like his competitivity and his arrogance and how they handled his finale a lot. with the years i made peace with aniGuzma and i think he's very neat despite my problems with the anime (coughlusaminecough). i'm not particularly annoyed with how they confirmed he decided to start a war on alola bc he couldnt be a trial captain either, with how the anime is written i can see that as a good reason actually idk i like how they managed to make him feel like a proper threat and a good "final antagonist". good shit

so basically the tier list is

SuMo except the ending 2. the anime idk 6. pokespe and at the 99th place usum

#❌|| ʏᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɢɪᴏ 💀 ooc ||❌

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eljeebee · 10 months

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While Sid was finishing her homework, Elizabeth took the time to finish putting add-ons on their treehouse. Hands on her hips, she admired her work.

"Just in time for their sleepover," she said.

She retrieved a box from her bedroom, hauling it outside. It contains a telescope, while the box was going to be refurbished into an activity table. She took a deep breath, before picking up the box containing the telescope, pushing it up the slide. Grunts of effort echoed through the slide as she pushed both herself and the box up the treehouse.

Elizabeth assembled the telescope, then used the box to make it into an activity table. When finished, she took a deep breath again, leaning on the railing.

"She's gonna love this," she smiled, watching boats and ships pass through San Sequoia.

"Well?!" Elizabeth yelled from below. Sid was sitting on her activity chair.

"I love it! I love it, Auntie!" Sid squealed. She stood up and ran around the deck. "I'm high up here!"

"Be careful!" Elizabeth yelled, voice mixed with worry.

"I will!"

She watched Sid enjoyed herself up in the treehouse, before turning away, smiling.

"Well then, let me try out this new grill I bought in San Myshuno," Elizabeth mumbled.

Elizabeth inhaled the smell, twisting her hands, "Mmm..."

"Yipeee!" Sid slid down from the slide. When she got up, she asked, "What's that your cooking?"

"Baked potatoes," Elizabeth replied, watching her food.

"Smells good," Sid said, before she crawled back up at the slide.

Their gate opened and the mailwoman came in, bringing in their bills. "Morning, Miss Swanson!"

Elizabeth looked up from her grill and gave her a small smile. "Good morning."

The mailwoman nodded before leaving.

Elizabeth continued focusing on her baked potatoes, trying not to burn it.

"How is it?" Elizabeth asked, after finishing her baked potato. She dabbed a tissue on her lips.

"Yummy — ah! haht haht haht HOT!" Sid fanned her mouth, trying to grab her glass of water.

Elizabeth laughed as she handed it to her. Sid almost drowned herself from gulping the water down.

"I told you to be careful!" Elizabeth continued laughing. "That's fresh off the grill!"

"I know!" Sid said, a little angry, but still taking a piece off the potato. She blew the piece from her fork, cooling it down.

"Come here, you!" Elizabeth caught Sid on her arms, raising her up in the high.

Sid let out a squeal and a giggle, "Auntie, you're so strong!"

"You're getting big!" Elizabeth grunted while laughing, embracing her tightly. She twirled, Sid wrapping her limbs around her aunt, embracing her tightly.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 stories #The Davis'#Side: Swanson & Harper

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timefoocsorsmthidk · 2 years

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OC STUFF FROM MY NOTES APP LMFAO

Rose’s ears turn red when he lies

To fill the silence, Maple makes little noises (ie: beeping, humming, squeaking, tongue clicking)

Maple also doesn’t make eye contact when she’s nervous, she’ll states straight ahead when she speaks

Maple would smile by biting moon’s lip when moon was little, so now when moon gets nervous, moon’ll bite moon’s lip

Nikola uses a lot of hand gestures when they speak + nods their head a lot

Nikola has a resting bitch face IM SORRY DHSJJDJD

Jayden picks at his eyebrows+pimples when he’s bored

Rose is very expressive with their face so he makes REALLY FUNNY EXPRESSIONS ESPECIALLY WHEN HES CONFUSED

Nikola stutters when they read out loud and ITS REALLY FRUSTRATING FOR THEM :(

Maple tends to hold up a peace sign as a greeting rather than waving

Nikola talks to themself out loud when they’re thinking

Rose ends almost every sentence with an awkward chuckle or a ��y’know”

Jayden cracks his knuckles like ALL the time. And they’re really loud cracks too

Maple finds new words to say as a stim every once in a while (beep boop, yipeee, yahoo)(ties in w the making little noises)

Nikola works best with due dates, if a task doesn’t have a due date, they will procrastinate on it forever

Nikola actually has little initiative and won’t really do things unless they are instructed to do them

Jayden loses his stuff all the time

Like it’s actually funny because he could say “where’s my phone?!1” and spend a whole 10 minutes looking for it when it��s just sitting on the table in front of him

He wears glasses and is so comfortable with then that he often forgets he has them on. One time he walked into the shower with them and thought he was going blind when they started to fog up

Nikola paces around when they’re talking about something they’re passionate about

Rose loves hearing people talk about the stuff they like, it makes them happy

Maple knows the entirety of the FNAF lore

So does Jayden

They talk about it a lot

Also Jayden played Omori and it’s his favorite game of all time

Maple will screech when she’s excited

Nikola assigns colors to random things (for example: they would say the number 3 gives off pink vibes, and the word “boing” should be orange with yellow dots)

Rose is actually super organized and clean

Nikola has a pile of clothes they haven’t gotten around to folding up yet

Nikola is ashamed of how disorganized and demotivated they are. They’re the heir to the throne after all, they should be perfect, right?

Rose feels uncomfortable showing anger

Maple gets very anxious in the face of conflict and will go to any lengths to avoid it

Jayden likes doing peoples’ makeup and his own as well

Jayden would do anything to help his friends

Jayden is very sensible to tone and will cry if you sound even the slightest bit aggressive

Maple loves calling friends

Jayden has SO. MANY. PLUSHIES. AND THEY ALL HAVE NAMES

Maple’s love language is gifting so she’ll make necklaces or jewelry for people

Rose isn’t great at expressing gratitude, but is very thankful for their friends and loves them very much

Nikola could literally name and point out literally any constellation ever

Rose is scared of heights

Nikola loves being up high because it’s peaceful and breezy

Rose thinks Nikola’s insane for thinking heights are “peaceful”

Maple likes running around while listening to music

Jayden falls asleep to music and actually can’t sleep well without it

Jayden’s a Creepypasta fan and always rambles to Maple about it

Maple has Tumblr and posts Omori and FNAF memes

Maple’s favorite Danganronoa character is Tsumugi Shirogane

Maple loves cosplay and moon’s first cosplay was in fact, Tsumugi

Jayden always cries at the Omori soundtrack cuz it’s so good

Maple is very strong and can lift people up pretty easily (she may be short, but moon *can* throw you across the room)

Rose always tries to be the comedic relief because they love to make people laugh

Nikola doesn’t laugh at a lot of things but…puns..?..that’s the shit right there

Nikola snorts when they laugh

Rose laughs like Genocide Syo

Maple’s laugh is a giggle

Jayden laughs very quietly it almost looks like he’s silently choking

#spook's oc: jayden #spook's oc: maple #spook’s oc: rose #spook’s oc: nikola #OCS #OC LORE WHEN??#spooky talk

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k00297901 · 6 days

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Cat n co’ (part 3 FINAL YIPEEE)

Yay! Finished the painting!! The weather got really lovely so I ended up finishing the painting outside- it was actually quite difficult because the heat kept drying my palette, but there was no way I could stay inside on such a lovely day.

I painted the little seaglass jar with it in front of me directly and the lighting was fantastic to paint with from observation. For the background I found the beige table boring and close a green to compliment the pink’s presence in the painting and added the shadows (… I also really like green as a colour lol)

Safe the say the sunburn was worth it and I would really like to paint outside more!! Peeling off the tape was stressful and you can see a whoopsie in the bottom left but hopefully it doesn’t take away from the piece :D My only real gripe with this work is slow I painted as I'm trying to get faster over time- this is a big goal of mine and I feel a little sad about how long it took- I have another work kind of planned that I'm hoping to go quicker with though!

If I were to do the painting again I’d add more of my trinkets and clutter but I still like how it turned out (also shoutout to @k00299738 for the pix of me with it!!)

#artists on tumblr #experimental painting #acrylic painting #acrylic paint #painting #sylvanian families #trinkets #glasses #crystals #sea glass #beanie babies

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SEVENTY TWO WITH IWA IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR IT ALSO HAPPY 500 YIPEEE -(🗣️Anon)

the way i was praying to fucking god that someone would request this exactly thank u so much

500 followers special: #72: “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

iwaizumi x gn reader, established relationship, use of 'baby' as a pet name, drinking & smoking, cursing, lame men, the threat of violence, not proofread

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There are three key mistakes that they made.

It's the same three mistakes they make every time they go out drinking, always in the same order.

First, they always order one too many rounds of shots. Whenever they're drunk enough to feel giddy and sober enough to stand upright, they always push their luck with one round that leads to another, and that leads to them crawling out of the bar when no one is looking to make their second mistake.

When there is a drag in their step and a slur in their speech, they find the nearest, painfully bright, twenty-four-hour convenience store, and they buy a fresh new pack of shiny cigarettes, and a sleek new lighter.

Which, in turn, almost always leads to their third mistake: getting lost.

They don't have the best sense of direction with a clear head. When their eyesight is blurred and their head is spinning, there is no chance of them stepping foot in the right direction. For a moment after they step out of the shop, they spin in one direction, and then another, trying to remember which one they came from.

It takes them all of one minute before they admit to hopelessness, collapsing to sit on the edge of the sidewalk, too drunk to care about the cleanliness of it.

The brightness of their phone makes them flinch, and hold the phone away from their face, trying to shield their eyes from it. "Fucking shit, Siri, for the love of god, please call Hajime."

They're a bit slow to process that the phone obeys them. They're still trying to figure out how the fuck you put the goddamn phone on speaker when he answers. Faintly, they can hear is phone on the other line. They give up, and slide their phone against their ear. "Haji," they say, drunk and whiny and frustrated, "I'm fucking lost."

He makes a noise on the other line of the phone that seems like it's a cross between reluctant amusement and frustration. "Where are you right now?"

"I don't know, I just said I'm lost," they reply, looking around their surroundings and trying to spot something that seems familiar. They twist their head back to see the shop they just bought the cigarettes from, and then perk up at the reminder that they have cigarettes in their pocket now. "I just bought some cigs at this random ass store and I don't know where the bar is or if my friends are still there."

Iwaizumi groans. "Fucking of course. Alright, listen, just stay there. I have your location on and I'll come find you."

A pout forms on their lips. "Are you mad at me?"

There's a bit of shuffling on the other end. "No, baby, I'm not mad at you. You're just kind of a dumbass sometimes."

They can't argue, so they laugh, holdinng the phone between their shoulder and their ear, as their hands tear into the packet of cigarettes. "How far away are you?" they question.

"About ten minutes," he says, voice sounding a bit further away now. "Hang up and save your battery. Call me back if anything happens and stay put."

"'Kay," they agree, words now muffled by the cigarette between their teeth. "Love you."

They wait until Iwaizumi responds, "Love you," before they're pocketing their phone once more, following his instructions to save the battery. And they wait.

It sucks. Sitting there on the sidewalk, the alcohol making them feel sloppy and messy, like their head is not on right. There's too many people on the street tonight, too. Crowds of people walk behind them, some stumbling into the same store as them for drunken snacks and hefty bottles of water. They try to people watch to pass the time, but it makes their head hurt to lift it up.

Their elbows are on their knees, and their eyes buried into the palms of their hands, lit cigarette loosely dangling from their fingers, waiting for the buzz of their phone or the sound of Iwaizumi's voice, when there's a warmth beside them.

It takes them a second to process the thigh being pressed against theirs from someone sitting too close. They know at once it's not Iwaizumi. The cologne is too strong and it makes them feel a bout of nausea.

They reluctantly lift their head to see the grinning, unfamiliar face of a man that looks just a touch less drunk than they feel. "You look way too drunk to be sitting here alone," he says in a way that seems more amused than concerned. They try to scoot away from him without him noticing. "Need help getting home?"

"No," they reply, putting all of their effort into making their voice sound clear and even. They inhale a puff of smoke and blow it out towards his face.

The stranger does not react to it, he just keeps grinning down at them. "What's your name?" he questions, unrelenting.

They just blink back at him, unwilling to provide even that.

And even then, he is still undeterred. "Okay, well, whatever your name is, I have a really good idea here. I have an Uber on the way, and you can just hop in there with me, and then come back to my place. How does that sound?"

"Fucking stupid," is their natural response. And the second it comes out of their mouth, they giggle, unable to stop themselves and aware that they are not in the right state of mind for this sort of conversation.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that," he replies, chuckling now too, as if he took their laughter as a good sign. "It'll be fun. I'll even let you sleep in one of my t-shirts."

All they can think of then is Iwaizumi, of stealing his clothes and sleeping in them for hours. The thought puts a smile on their face, and with their blurred vision getting worse, they start to lose sight of exactly where they are.

"Aw, see, look at that smile!" he says, but he feels far away, to them. "Uber's almost here. Want me to help you in?"

"I will knock you on your ass if you even think about."

His voice is clear, strong, and familiar, and it makes them shoot upright, allowing them a momentary moment of sobriety. The cigarette falls from their fingers, forgotten, as they turn to see Iwaizumi approaching, and launch to their feet.

He looks enraged, brow furrowed and a glare fixed harshly on his expression. But it's not anything they haven't seen on Iwaizumi before. It doesn't stop them as they rush towards him, arms flinging over his shoulders. "Haji!" they exclaim, ecstatic at the sight of him. "I missed you."

To his credit, Iwaizumi does take a moment to kiss the top of their head, and his arm does find its place secure around their waist, but his glare does not waiver from the man still seated on the edge of the sidewalk. "Get in your fucking Uber before I break your legs and you need help getting in, dickhead," he snarls.

The words hit their drunken ears, and they lean back from their embrace, trying to catch Iwaizumi's eye. "Are you talking to me right now?"

"No, baby, just hold on a second, alright?" he says to them. "Gotta make sure gentleman of the year here goes home on his own without fucking kidnapping someone else."

"I think you're gentleman of the year," they mumble, still holding onto his neck, and resting their head against his chest.

Iwaizumi's lip twitches, just slightly. And they're sure that there's a conversation that continues from that point, they can vaguely hear words that sound distant to them, and can feel curses rumble in Iwaizumi's chest, but all they can focus on is how nice it's going to be to go home with him. And to drink a glass of cold water. That they are really looking forward to.

Eventually, after what seems like another hour but is just an additional forty-five seconds, Iwaizumi gently pulls them to walk alongside them. Their feet stumble to follow, but it doesn't matter too much, he's holding up most of them, anyways.

"You gotta stop running away from your friends when you go out," he tells them. "I almost had to kill that guy. You'd be so upset if I had to go to jail for murder."

"Oh, is that what happened?" they slur, eyes closed and trusting Iwaizumi with every step they take. "Yeah, that'd be bad. I'd have to do a murder too so we'd be in jail together."

"Not sure it works that way."

"You're not mad at me, right?"

Iwaizumi chuckles. "No, not right now. I'll save the alcohol safety lecture for when you're hungover tomorrow."

"Awesome. So that means you'll carry me home the rest of the way, right?"

Iwaizumi sighs, as if this is some inconvenience for him. But he grins as he hooks his arm under their knees and holds them close to his chest. And they're asleep in his arms before he even clears the block.

an: DO NOT RUN AWAY FROM YOUR FRIENDS WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK. NO MATTER HOW FUN IT MAY SEEM. DO NOT DO IT.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #hq x reader #hq x you #hq #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi x gender neutral reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #500 follower special

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