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deunmiu-dessie-sideblog · 10 days

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john price is a loving man. john price is also a man who loves holding you in his arms, fight me if i'm wrong. since he's usually away from home for weeks, even months at a time, whenever he comes home; he drops to his knees and buries his face in ur tummy to hug u, all while ur hands run through the soft tufts of his hair.

john price, even after fucking u like an animal in heat, thick cock bruising ur cervix, and having his skilled tongue pull orgasm after orgasm from u, is a touchy man. he pulls u into his chest and asks softly about the things that have happened since he's been gone, thick fingers brushing through ur hair. he's particularly fond of ur newfound dislike for the next-door neighbor.

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day-yonniee · 11 months

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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 | 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝗌

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖮𝗈𝖼!𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 .

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 - 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 :𝖯

𝗢𝘄𝗲𝗻. 𝗞

He gets so clingy once he has his lips against yours, his hands all over your thighs. Feeling them up as he continues to deepen the kiss. His worries and other thoughts are thrown out of his brain. Replaced with you and only you in his mind. From the soft sounds you make to the sweet taste of your tongue. Making Owen slowly lose himself and want more of you. He practically whines when you pull away for air, the feeling of your soft pants against his lips made his body tingle with want before moving his lips back towards yours. He doesn’t need air, he just needs you and your lips pressed against him.

“𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚."

𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗻𝘆. 𝗛

He gets so passionate when his lips meet yours, pulling you into his lap to make it more comfortable for you. His hand gently holding the back of your head while his other hand places itself against your hip. His thumb rubbing against your skin as he runs his tongue against yours. He lets of a soft groan when you lightly pulled at his red locks. The overwhelming affection made his mind spin and his chest ache from the lack of air. But he only took small breaths, his lips not wanting to leave yours. Soon his hands started gripping and pulling you closer to him. Trying to fight his dark desires and go messy on you.

“𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨."

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗦

Harry gets too excited when he steals a kiss, his big hands holding onto your waist. Keeping you trapped in his lap while his lips hastily move with yours. Sometimes he gets to wild and leaves you breathless. The way his tongue would dominate yours and explore like a wild man while his hand squeezed your thighs. But today you weren’t gonna give up, So you lightly nipped at his bottom lip when you felt him getting excited. The sound of his grunt made you smile, slowly pulling away to look into his charming blue eyes and big pouty face.

“No biting.”

“𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩��𝙖𝙩? 𝙘'𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩."

#wind breaker #wind breaker manhwa #wind breaker x reader #owen knight #owen knight x reader #vinny hong #Vinny x reader #wind breaker webtoon #messy writing #Harry shepherd x reader

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darkenamour · 2 months

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Platonic Daddy! Yandere! Wilson Fisk x Little! Willing! Reader x Reluctant! Platonic Mommy! Vanessa Fisk

This was messily written. I wrote as it came to me. I will edit this.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Gun Violence, Violence, Human Trafficking, Yandere Behavior, Forced Relationships, Forced Breastfeeding.

KingPin (DareDevil series/comics) inspired.

Summary: You started working in a shady restaurant and met a scary regular. Somehow you ended up kidnapped and with a new set of "parents"

You were just a waiter at a restaurant, nobody really. All you did was wait tables all day at some restaurant that never had a full house since you've worked there. One man was a regular, he would come in four times a week for dinner. He wasn't the only regular, but he was the most memorable regular. With his enormous height, heavyset body, complete bald head, stark white suit, and bright blue eyes, he was utterly noticeable.

The only other waiter, the first time he came, was intimidated by his physique so you had to be the one to take his order. The man looked so tired, as if he just woken up, and it compelled you to give him a cup of coffee on the house. He ordered two different plates and a fountain drink, of which he had three refills. You waited on him like any other person, cracked a few jokes, and wished him a good day. Before he left, his plates and cup empty, he personally gave you a tip and thanked you for the coffee. The tip was a fifty dollar bill.

It wasn't completely unknown to you that more unsavory people would come into the restaurant. Ranging from small-time thugs to ring leaders of criminal organizations. It was a blessing and a curse for the restaurant and its employees. Everyone actually paid for their meals, some would leave big tips like the man, and it kept the business going. There would be times someone would get too much and create a ruckus, once there was a shoot out once, which you thankfully didn't witness. Because of the danger you were able to easily get a job, a job you desperately needed.

Ever since you graduated, you haven't been able to land a job due to inexperience. As the years went by you were desperate to find a way to no longer be a burden on your family. So you decided to walk around the more dangerous parts of the city and found a help wanted sign in the window. Your coworkers were great, the chefs were friendly enough, and your boss, the owner, gave you a decent wage. It was truly a blessing even if the environment was dangerous.

It had been six months of working, two months of knowing your memorable regular ("Call me Wilson."), when you witnessed your first shooting. A customer was complaining about their food, a street thug, and gave your coworker a hard time. Your regular, the large man, was just about to tell you his order when a shot rang out. The thug had just shot your coworker, your friend, and your fight or flight response came in. You were in fight mode.

Grabbing the first empty chair in arms reach, you slammed the chair on the back of the fleeing thug's head. They went down hard, dropping their gun, and cursing you. Their two friends got out their own guns and pointed at you, before they could shoot, a large shadow towered over you.

"Now, that's no way to treat a lovely lady." Wilson, your regular, said in a gravelly voice. The others paled and lowered their guns.

"Lovely lady my ass, she busted my skull open." The thug on the ground shouted, still turning around holding his head. "I'm gonna fucking kill the bitch." As he turned around and saw Wilson, he also paled. "Mr. Fisk, sir, I didn't see you there." He stammered.

Your friend groaned, holding their side, you dropped the chair and went to their side. It looked like they were shot in the leg, you took off your apron and put pressure on the wound.

"Look, I didn't know you came to this joint." The thug continued to stammer. Ambulance and police sirens could be heard outside. "Listen, I'll never come back to this place, I promise."

"That's a promise you can keep behind bars." You heard the guy scramble, a loud wet crunch, and a scream. You looked up to see Wilson stepping the thug's hand, that was reaching for his gun. His friends ran out in a panic, the police came in to take the thug and question everyone. Your friend was taken to the hospital.

When your family heard what happened, they begged you to quit, find another job. You compromised with them, sending your resume to different job openings, only quitting when somewhere else hires you. Wilson still stayed a regular, still giving you large tips, and your coworker came back a month later. Everything went back to normal, but you never received a call back from the places you applied.

When it was your anniversary of working at the restaurant, your coworkers set up a small party after closing. It was dark when everyone started to go home. As you approached your car someone behind you covered your face with a cloth and your world went dark.

Voices shouted around you as you woke up.

"I'm just saying this is a bad idea."

"Please, that Chinese bitch asked for girls, she didn't say from where."

"But, the Kingpin's rules."

"I don't give a shit about his rules. He broke my fucking hand and almost sent me to prison. All over some fat bitch in a shitty joint."

You noticed you were tied up and your mouth was taped shut. You were in the back of a van with two other girls in the same position. One girl started to panic and screamed behind her closed mouth.

"Shut them the fuck up." You look up and notice the thug that shot your coworker and his friends.

The one sitting in the back took out a needle syringe and injected the screaming girl with it. After a while the girl went limp.

"Shot them all up, we're almost there and I don't want any of them struggling." After a sharp pinch the world was no more.

The next time you woke up, you were naked and in a room with other girls. They were either naked like you, or wore plain lingerie that barely covered anything. After a while someone threw a bag filled with plain lingerie, and you noticed you, and other bigger girls, were the only one left without clothes. Later water bottles were thrown in, only enough for half of the girls. Some girls were selfish and hogged a whole bottle, others shared. What felt like a whole day, a few buffer men came in and took a few girls by force. The next day more men came in to take more girls. It kept repeating, after the fifth time you and the other bigger girls got lingerie. More girls were brought in.

After what felt like two weeks, you were nibbling on some stale bread when they took all the bigger girls. You were terrified, wondering what will happen to you. You and girls were lined up in front of a group of people, a girl squeezed your hand and you squeezed back. When you looked around, you were surprised to see Wilson in the group. He also seemed surprised when his eyes landed on you.

"As you can see Mr. Fisk, we in fact respect your wishes." An Asian man in front of an elderly woman said. She was sitting in a chair and said something in her native tongue. "I always make sure to leave your territory alone, never picking from your fields."

"Is that so?" Wilson said. He stepped forward and took out his hand. "Come here, y/n." He called out. You clutched onto the other girl. "It's all right, sweetheart, I'm here to take you home."

The old woman shouted. "I'm sorry, but I think you're mistaking the merchandise for someone else." The man then tried soothing the old woman in their native tongue.

You felt your eyes water at being called merchandise, you were a human, not a thing. Wilson called out your name again. You let go of the girl. He said he would take you home and you wanted to go home.

When you reached him, you threw your arms around his middle and cried into his chest. He patted your head and rubbed your back. "It's alright, it's alright. Now tell me, who brought you here?"

"The guy that shot my friend and his friends." You said between sobs.

"My poor little sunshine, you must have been so scared." He kissed the top of your hair. "Don't worry, everything will be alright now." He used his strength to leave you in his arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, clutching the front of his suit. "You broke our deal."

The woman shouted. "We had no idea she was one of yours. Whoever brought her to us is at fault." The man translated.

"Whoever brought her here was under your orders. " He started to walk away. "I expect compensation for the kidnapping of my daughter." There was a sharp inhale. Daughter, why did he call you his daughter?

He brought you to his limo and settled you in his lap, covering you with his jacket. "It's alright, princess. Once we get home you'll have a nice bath, a warm meal, and I'll tuck you in bed. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Your body felt numb, but nodded. Finally getting clean, real food, and a bed sounded like a dream. You pressed close to him to get warm.

When he carried you out of the limo, you didn't recognize your surroundings. He took you to what looked like a luxury apartment complex. Taking the elevator, he pressed the top floor button. It looked like his private condo took up the whole floor.

He finally sat you down in a chair in the bathroom. He filled the overly large tub with warm water and bubbles. When the tub was full you expected him to leave, but instead he started to take off the lingerie you wore. You shrieked and scooted away from him.

"It's alright, sweetie. I know you're scared, but you should let daddy take care of you." He said.

"I can wash myself." You stammered back.

"I know you're my big girl, but daddy hasn't seen you in days." He grabbed your arm, preventing you from moving away. Taking off the last bit of article that covered you, he picked you up and placed you in the tub. Grabbing a washcloth he started to scrub your body. You jumped at that.

"Please, I can wash myself." You cried.

"No, no," he shook his head, "I said I was going to take care of you. Daddy will make everything better and you'll get to see your friends tomorrow. Doesn't that sound fun?"

It scared you, having a large man handle you. You had no idea why he kept calling himself "daddy", or why he was insistent on treating you like a child. He was just a regular at the restaurant you work at. You decided to comply. If a man could easily carry someone like you around, who knows what else he could do.

When he finished giving you a bath he picked you up from the tub, wrapped in a large towel, and carried you to a bedroom. He placed you on a bed and dressed you in childish looking underwear and soft pajamas with your favorite childhood characters. Not only was it embarrassing, but it had you questioning why the man had such clothing in your exact size. He picked you back up and sat you at a dinner table.

"You sit there while daddy gets you your favorite soup." When he left for the kitchen, you debated on whether or not to try to leave. You decided against it, you had no clue where you were and he did say you were going to see your friends tomorrow. Maybe he wasn't that bad of a man, maybe this was his strange way comforting you.

As promised, he came back with a bowl of your favorite soup and a juice box. Before you could grab the spoon yourself, he lifted the spoon to your face. "Open wide." He looked at you expectantly.

"I can feed myself." You stuttered, feeling your cheeks blush. You looked at the ground embarrassed at the situation even more.

He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him. Looking up, you felt smaller than you ever had, especially with his large stature. "Just let daddy spoil you, ok?" Once again, you wordlessly nodded, afraid of what might happen if you said no.

He fed you like a baby, wiping your face after each spoonful, and occasionally held up the juice box for you to drink from. When the bowl was completely empty, he picked you up again. "It's time for bed."

He took you to the same bedroom as before. You finally looked around and saw what looked like a child's bedroom. Your favorite color painted the walls, shelves filled with children's books, a desk covered in coloring books and crayons, a toy box, childish furniture, and a bed with sheets covered in your favorite childhood characters. It made you bewildered why the man had such a room in the first place.

As he tucked you in bed, he gave your forehead a kiss. "Sleep tight my little princess. Daddy has to take care of business, but if you need anything the nanny will be just outside, ok?"

"Ok." You said automatically.Nanny? So he's keeping a guard on you? There goes your ability to escape and go back home to your family.

Finally laying on a soft bed after days of barely sleeping on the floor, you eventually feel asleep. By morning Wilson was waking you up. He took you to the bathroom to do your business, without leaving, and gave you a brightly colored toothbrush. Today's saving grace was that he allowed you to walk, but held onto your hand. He still changed your clothes, putting on something that you would normally wear. You ate breakfast without help and he took you to work via a chauffeur.

Before you could jump out of the car, Wilson asked for a kiss. So close to freedom, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He finally let you go after he gave his own kiss and wished you a good day.

When you walked into the restaurant, you were ambushed by your coworkers once they saw you. Apparently Wilson told them he would bring you back, but they didn't believe it. The owner asked if you actually wanted to work today. You told them that you wanted to go home, since you hadn't seen your family yet. They took you home.

Your family was overwhelmed when they saw you, you all cried. They called the police to inform them you returned and they came to question you. You gave them the descriptions of the three men that took you and two people that were behind it. You didn't mention Wilson picking you up, only saying you managed to escape and run into someone who helped you.

After winding down, you had a celebratory lunch with your family for your safe return. No one went to work that day and held onto you tight. When it was a little past your working shift, a knock came from the door. When a knock came from the door, you were surprised to see Wilson at the door when a family member opened it. When he asked for you, your family was suspicious of him. You blurted out that he was the one that helped you, that made the family welcome him in open arms. They insisted he stay for dinner, to show their appreciation.

The women, and few of the men, were in the kitchen preparing traditional dishes for an army. Wilson sat with you on the couch, your family treated him like he was a part of the family. When he placed an arm over your shoulder, some of your family members gave a teasing glance. They were the ones insistenting you should have been married already. If only they knew he didn't see you as a lover, but as a daughter.

You couldn't help but cuddle into his side, enjoying the feeling of being small. You haven't felt small in years, you usually were the biggest person in the room. When dinner was ready, you began insisting that your favorite food was the best. You plated most of the food for Wilson, almost forgetting his strange nature from yesterday. When the day winded down, only your closest family members stayed over. Wilson left as well, you gave him a hug goodbye.

It took two days for you to return to work, you were grateful that you even still had a job. Wilson came in that day for lunch. When no one was looking, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed surprised by that. When he finished, he gave you your usual tip and a note that asked you to come home with him during the weekend.

You felt nervous and questioned your sanity for actually going to his place. He babies you the whole weekend, treating you like a toddler. You enjoyed cuddling with him on the couch while watching children's movies and shows, when he fed you, when he changed you, when he carried you around, and when he would call you nicknames. Your "nanny" was someone called Hildy, a nonsense woman that treated you like a child without asking questions. It made you feel carefree, like you had nothing to worry about for about two and a half days.

It was a routine for about a year, your family thought you were dating, your coworkers never questioned Wilson's behavior towards you. You never once imagined that you would be in the situation you found yourself in. One morning, when Wilson left for "business," you groggily got out of bed to ask Hildy for a glass of water. A woman was in the living room with her, demanding where Wilson was. When she looked at you, with your bed hair, she assumed you were sleeping with him. You made a face at that. "Gross, he's my daddy." You told her. Later you were properly introduced to Vanessa.

Vanessa did not accept the type of relationship you had with her boyfriend. Well, not at first. After your third week, she saw everything that Wilson did with you. She was still hesitant, but you guess Wilson told her something because she started to join him for lunch at your workplace. You treated them like normal customers and she seemed nervous the whole time. The next weekend, Wilson had her feed you and read you a bedtime story. The next week he had her change your clothes and cuddle you while watching tv. Then it escalated to her bathing you. She tried to touch you in a sexual manner while bathing you, you screeched and cried like a child. Wilson was angry at her and kicked her out. You didn't see her for two weeks.

The next time you saw her, she apologized and promised to never do that again, you were weary of her. You clung to Wilson whenever she was around, hiding behind him, hiding behind daddy. He kept you safe. But he wanted Vanessa to be your mommy. When it seemed like you weren't getting used to her, something happened.

When you entered the condo after being picked up from work, you noticed Vanessa waiting on the couch. She was wearing a loose button up, and gestured you to her lap. Daddy didn't let you hide behind him, he picked you up and sat you on her lap. You started to cry, wondering what was happening. "She's just being fussy, aren't you princess?" Daddy cooed. "Our poor baby must be hungry. Don't you think so, honey?"

"Yes." Vanessa stammered.

"Well, aren't you going to feed her?" Vanessa started to clumsy unbutton her shirt. You wanted to panic, to pull away from her, but daddy kept you in place. Vanessa exposed one of her breasts.

"Here, eat." She tried to push her breast into your force. Daddy stopped her and scowled.

"Don't force it, let her latch naturally." He patted your head and adjusted you so your head was next to her breast. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you hungry?" He encouraged. "Has daddy ever let you astray?" No, daddy has never let anything, or anyone, hurt you.

Shyly, you latched onto her nipple, she gasped and daddy praised you. As you sucked, you tasted something sweet and warm. You sucked harder and more of the sweet nectar came rushing into your mouth. Vanessa was lactating! "That's a good girl, eating without a fuss." Daddy praised. "And mommy is being so good at feeding our precious baby."

You could hear Vanessa cry, but you didn't let it bother you. You were hungry and she was feeding you yummy milk. When her breast was empty, you whined for more. Daddy took out her other breast since Vanessa was still crying. You drank until you sucked her dry. Happily humming with a full stomach, you nuzzled into your new mommy. She gave you nice warm milk and daddy said she was mommy. Your weekends now included drinking milk from mommy, who cried from happiness at being able to feed her baby.

#yandere x reader #messy writing #yandere fic #little reader #tw kidnapping #tw noncon #Willing reader #Willing darling #platonic yandere

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ratspaguetti · 25 days

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Splatoon headcanon- Fuzzy inkfish

Okay so! In splatoon 3, return of the mammalians, I was sorely disappointed when said mammalians where just...hairy and brainwashed, literally that's it, which had let me down so bad, given the fact that slight alteration of character model and brainwashing had already happened before (sanitization) and genuinely, the occasions haven't changed much behavior wise, so this is how I have headcanoned what should have actually happened in splatoon 3!

Behavior

Given the fact that the fuzzy ink fish are now mammalian, depending on the inkfish, they might hiss, scratch, bite, and attack like a wild animal, really depending on the type of animal they are based off of, I imagine most would be bearlike because it is Mr Grizz that made this happen, but imagine, a fuzzy inkling with Spirulas growing out of their head like sheep horns, completely ramming a another inkling a good couple of feet away! Making interesting gameplay! And given Japan seems to love cat girls (can't blame them) give a octoling some cat ears and very agile and bam! Happy fans- (I will probably talk more about behaviors in a different post)

They also do not use weapons! Given the fact they are mammals, they use their animal like features instead to fully attack [this is what will be explored in a different post]

Body

I need bullet points for these because there is a lot I wanna go through

Mammals aren't just fluffy creatures, they also have these cool nest things called bones and warm blood

So fuzzy ink fish will first experience "fever" like symptoms as their ink slowly heats up, and over a long period of time (depending on how much furry goop they have been exposed to and how long they have been a fuzzy inkfish) and go into a hibernation like state, when they come back to, their body will have had the changes, first, they are not hot blooded and have furr in their tentacles

Later on, their body will slowly shift to a more animal like appearance, like hands slowly enlongating and growing large claws, more hunched like posture to more easily run in four legs, growing new teeth that are more mammalian in nature (could be herbivore, could be carnivore) some will grow more furry along their extremities as well, some will even grow more animal like ears and eyes

At this stage, most of these bodily changes are still reversible with enough medical equipment, as the ink fish are still majorly cartilage and ink, so they can be reformed (kinda how they can still change into a squid or octopus)

Yet, when their bones start to grow, these changes are mostly irreversible, bones will form after a good couple of months, this will make fuzzy inkfish tanks compared to normal ink fish, the skeletal structure has downsides however, like the inability to turn into a squid/octopus anymore, given the fact that you can't really shapeshift into something as small as a squid, where would all those bones go??

But their inability to shapeshift smaller does not mean they cannot shapeshift at all, by or consuming the fuzzy ooze or ink, their body will grow in size, and they take a much more animal like shape, like how a human where to turn into a werewolf, in this form, they do high amounts of damage by the swings of their claws

Their bones and thicker skin would also do that one think most inklings and octolings can't do, get in water, cuz let's be honest, unless the oceans are actual acid, having a body with thicker skin, bones and muscle tissue, probably makes these Fuzzy Inklings/octolings able to actually swim!

Also, when their skeletal structure is growing, they will likely also grow tails (you can't have tails otherwise, yah need the spindle bones to make it, no-?)

I'll continue all this later- it's just my ideas I've been thinking of-

#headcanon #splatoon #fuzzy octoling #fuzzy octarian #fuzzy inkling #splatoon 3 #rat rambles #mr grizz #this is such a ramble it dont make sense #im sorry but im out here trying to explain my thought process but accidentally writing a whole paragraph for each thing- like-#how do yall even write clear and easy to understand headcanon lists-?? it is so hard- :'D #if you read this #please tell me what u think id love to hve a discussion!#i cant spell #messy writing #non canon

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hadesfangsmoon · 1 year

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Don’t Speak

(I don’t have another name for this)

Context: Mumscarian, angst, hurt no comfort. This is after Last Life on the HermitCraft server. Scar and Mumbo get into a sad argument. Based off of the song ‘Don’t Speak’ by No Doubt. Scar is in a dress.

There might be some bad phrasing and Spelling (I haven’t looked at this in like 1-2 months. I’m not the best at writing.)

I had this idea on @bluiex blog first

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"Scar wait! I- I can explain! Please!" Mumbo cried out, he was standing outside Scar's door. The Vex's hair was a mess and his cheeks were stained red with tears.

But Scar already knew why he was here, and he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want this, he didn't want those fated words to be spoken just yet. He needs more time.

Scar only shook his head, "N-no Mumbo, I know why you're here. There's no need to speak, just leave. Please." Scar stumbled out the sentence, trying not to cry. He couldn't let Mumbo see him like this. He started to close the door, the smell of fresh wood and tears on his hands. A smell he got used to a long time ago.

Mumbo steps forward, trying to stop Scar from closing the door.

"Please! J-just a few minutes, I can explain why I did it please!" He held open the door with his hand, with his other hand grabbing Scar's shoulder trying to make Scar look up at him.

Scar looked to his side, trying and failing to hide the new set of tears on his face. "Please Scar, let me explain," Mumbo begged yet again holding Scar's hand tight.

Scar was at it his wit's end now, he turns his head quickly looking at Mumbo, tears falling from his face as his eyebrows furrowed. 'They only seem to need him when they need something’ Scar thought bitterly.

"Go on, tell me why you left me. Tell me why you chose-" Frustration filled Scar's voice. He clenched the door knob but only shook his head looking back down. To finish that sentence would be a low blow, but still.

"where was the we in all of this? I thought- you can't just-" Scar fumbled with his words, he needed to say something but he couldn't. He just couldn't.

But Mumbo only stood there stunned by Scar's words, he knew what he was going to say. he should have known from the beginning. He should have known Scar felt unwanted, unloved, second place, just a thing that Grian and he could throw away after a while.

Mumbo's hands fell to his sides as he lets go of Scar, Not knowing what to do.

What had he done? Scar looks up at him, sorrow and desperation filling Mumbo's eyes as he looks back at him. One of Scar's hands clenches at the door frame, he searches for an answer in Mumbo's eyes and gets nothing.

"Say something please!?" Scar cried out helplessly, begging for some kind of reason on why, why did they leave him?

But Mumbo's voice only died out in his throat, and his 'plan' felt like nothing. His apology wasn't enough for what he did to Scar, it wasn’t enough. How does he fix this? What he did couldn't be fixed by one sad sorry apology, he has done so much to hurt his lover, his Scar.

But his tongue felt thick and dry, it stuck to the top of his mouth like sandpaper. He could do nothing but only let a quiet "I'm sorry."

He had nothing to offer to Scar, nothing at all. He couldn't look at Scar or speak his name it was all too much for what he had done.

Scar took in a shaking breath, and let out a loud wet sob. He curls into himself, hard sobs leave his mouth, his knees weak as he held himself up. He holds the doorknob and covers his mouth. His hair falls over his shoulders obscuring his face from the other man.

His dress was wet with tears. Mumbo wished he could take his sorrows away but it was his doing that gave this man, his lover these pains. He wishes he could pull him into a hug and kiss his tears away.

He wishes that he could Brush Scar's hair out of his face, and see how pretty it was, even for how wrecked and ruined it was. No matter what, his face always had a beauty to it, but this was not the kind that Mumbo wanted to see, because he caused the horrid beauty.

Mumbo stood there like a statue, unmoving as Scar closed the door with another wet sob.

Mumbo heard the click of the door and a thump, quiet sobs came from the other side of the door. He wished he had proven the Gods or himself or even Scar wrong, but he didn't. Mumbo stood there ashamed of himself, tears fell from his face as he walked away.

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Scar's head thumped on the door, and he lets himself slide to the floor, he hopes that the other man would Knock on the door or call out his name but it doesn't happen. Only the sound of leaves being crushed and stone clacking under Mumbo's shoes as he walks away, and Scar cries his heart out for the other Man.

His sleeves were wet as he cleaned the tears from his face, hoping for the tears to stop as he tries and fails to compose himself. He snuffles as the floodgates of emotion leave him. He pulls at his dress out of frustration and cries out of a broken heart.

There was so much he wanted to say to Mumbo and Grian.

Scar wanted them to explain, but he knew that they didn't want him, and there was no need for either of them to say it. He didn't need them to explain because he knew what they were thinking and didn't need their reasons. He cries out again, pushing himself to the door, and curls further into himself.

Scar knows that Grian and Mumbo are better than that. They would never leave him like that, but it was so hard to believe that now after Last Life. He just couldn't believe it.

Scar doesn't know when Cub came to him and knelt. Cub holds him in his arms promising to keep home safe, but Scar doesn't listen. He only held the other Vex tighter. He cries into his shoulder, and Jellie lies Against Scar's leg, quietly purring.

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Mumbo and Grian end up in a bed too big for two people and weirdly cold, even though they were holding each other as close and tight as they could. There was something, someone missing.

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‘Don’t speak’ By No Doubt is Scar's thoughts throughout all of this.

Extra: Grian knew he was wrong for not loving Scar the same as before, but he still mourns Scar as if he was still dead in the Desert. So why couldn’t he see Scar the same way. Why did Scar seem like a replacement and not His Scar? (Might write what Grian will do to apologize)

#mumscarian #redscape #scarian #redscape angst #messy writing #it took me way too long to post this #kind of forgot I had this #last life

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facilitysharoria · 2 years

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Drunk, Gojo, night time routine with his gf (bfr?)

𝘈𝘕: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦~ 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯~✔️

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“My G-girlfrined going to kill once she finds out your KIDNAPPING ME!!”

“For the last time, I am your girlfriend, I’m not kidnapping, you live here, THIS IS YOUR HOUSE”

He’s not a light drinker at all, the fact that he got drunk out it was concerning.

Putting the key into the hole unlocking the house carrying your drunk boyfriend into the house, it was a celebration night and he insisted that you guys would go out, you didn’t want to argue because you’ve been streets the whole week so a night out didn’t sound so bad.

Sitting him down on the couch rubbing your head not knowing what to do, this never happen before it wasn’t an everyday thing

“Are you sure your dead knocked out drunk or is this one of your trick games”

“I’m not drunk~ and my girlfriend is going to kill you once she finds out a pretty lady kidnapped me”

You through your hands up in the air having enough of this nonsense walking away

“Pretty lady~ come back!!! The earth is closing down on me it’s trying to crush me!!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his drunk state right now he ask the same even when he’s sober. A Fool

You helped him walk upstairs to your shared bedroom, to your disbelief he just jumped on the bed and you was for not about to sleep on a smell of alcohol

“Nuh you is not about to make my side of the bed smell like alcohol you bathe and then sleep”

“For a pretty lady you sure are mean”

You dragged him Into the the bathroom running the bath water rubbing you head

‘This is to much’

“Take off your clothes and get in the tub and I’ll find you something”

You walked out looking in the closest trying to find something for your dunk boyfriend to wear

You didn’t know if he was genuinely drunk or was this another one of his pranks, you grade his clothes and walk back into the bathroom and you see a little unexpected

“What in the hell…”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing sure this wasn’t the first time he has done it even sober but it was just so in expected

“What is this thing it looks like it’s for a baby…. DO YOU HAVE KIDS!!”

“Most certainly not, that my love is a bonnet it goes on my head, we will see to it after you wash”‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

“So it goes on your head because you don’t want you hair to mess up”

“What’s exactly what I said gojo for the last ten times yes”

After washing up you decided it would be best to just order food instead of cooking and just relax, you didn’t want noting to happen or to mess up out of order

“Okay so what about this what is this for”

Answering his questions was like playing 21 questions but it’s been more than 21, he was just so curious when he’s out of it that you guys ended up doing face mask

“That’s a durag, it’s the name purpose of a bonnet”

“But why would you need two of each THIS IS CONFUSING”

“Your making it confusing, it’ll all make sense tomorrow I promise”

“To bad I won’t be here tomorrow pretty lady I got to get home to my girlfriend”

‘This nigga-’

You didn’t even have the energy to make an argument you just agreed with everything he said up to the point that he was tiring hisself out from all that talking that he has been doing for the past hours . Laying on your lap while you run your fingers through his white hair humming.

“And you always say I talk to much hm?”

He didn’t say a word just hums, you could tell he was exhausted and you where to it was one hell of a night and you where reading to get it over, he was dead knocked out until one final statement

“ Goodnight Y/N”

‘Y/N? I never told him my name this whole time what happen to-’

'This nigga’

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𝘈𝘕/ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘯 😭

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 🤭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘦�� 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

#jjk fluff #gojo x reader #black reader #drunkgojo #anime #jjk #messy writing

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too-much-imagination · 11 months

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Am I pathetic because I want to get drunk, chain smoke cigarettes and don’t give a fuck about anything? Because I want to forget about the feeling?

#my stupid thoughts #thoughts #messy writing #writing #pathetic #don’t care #fuck #I don’t know what to do anymore

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goldaesthete · 1 year

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Calling All My Messy Writers <3

I made a digital planner for the writers who need a little bit of organization in their lives! Writing can be stressful and why not have a curated writing planner made just for you?

It’s right here for all my writer babies <3 - Love

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amessofab1og · 1 month

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Amazing isn't it? How a random thought in your brain can keep festering and festering until you take some action upon it. A random thought that leads you down the street to pick some food even though your stomach isn't screaming but your mind is and that is what's giving you the strength to walk 20 minutes to a particular cafe at a bizarre hour. A time when your roommates would usually find you asleep. And yet, here you are, throwing on clothes that will make you look at least moderately decent. And all for what? a simple thought that weaseled its way into your mind that may have been due to the number of cooking reels you've seen the past week. A pesky little thought that led me to write this and led you (if anyone ever does) to read this.

So welcome to my blog mind dump, a place where I can just spit out thoughts and be the rawest version of myself. Be prepared nothing will sound sane, nor will it look aesthetic or perfect. No all this is a little thought, a pesky little thing that has wriggled its way onto your page and maybe.. just maybe will stay a little longer.

#blog #random thoughts #raw aesthetic #pretty words #writing #free writing #blog page #writing blog #words #spilled writing #spilled thoughts #thoughts #random blog #messy writing

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drabblesdrabbles · 2 months

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My First Love

She’s my first love but not in a sense that I want to kiss her and hold her at all times, but in a sense that I want to protect her; to hold her hand when she crosses the street because she’s too scared to do so on her own.

She’s my first love but I don’t want to scream her name and let the whole world know that she’s mine (she’s not), instead I want to let her bask in her beauty while the sun hits her face in a way so perfectly and let the wind sweep up her hair so gently as if the breeze itself is starstruck by her.

She’s my first love but not in a sense that I want to bind her forever to me with a wedding ring and a marriage contract— no. She’s my first love in a sense that I want to give her a necklace that matches mine but would still fit her aesthetic. I want to write poems for her, songs, novels, hell— I’d even learn how to paint for her.

She’s my first love, and I know she doesn’t love me, because she loves another. But that’s alright. I guess I’m content with watching her from where I stand right now: by her side, as one of her best friends. I love her but not painfully, only beautifully. As beautifully as a broken soul like mine could.

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A messy drabble ‘cause I really can’t get my thoughts straight with this girl.

#love #writing #poetry #first love #messy writing #i love her #🥹🥹🥹#like #so much

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chuunibyu · 8 months

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He’s being sarcastic™️

#invader zim #ivz #art #comics #zim #fanart #stupid #messy writing

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his-siriustar · 9 months

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sometimes i look in the mirror. and it’s me looking back at it. sometimes its my reflection. sometimes it’s nothing but two tired eyes. sometimes it’s my 9 year old self wiping the tears of screams and yelling, endlessly rubbing my hit arm until it’s a deeper shade of red, begging and pleading quietly with friction for the feeling of the moment to go away. sometimes it can be me and my lover looking back, and they’re admiring every single part of my body. sometimes it’s a whole new person, not a face i can recognize. the curve of my left hip has changed and the line of my jaw may have gone a bit sharper. sometimes i don’t even know what’s looking back.

#its a shame since i look in the mirror everyday #writing #vent #messy writing #thoughts #melanchaholic #dark academia #existence

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darkenamour · 2 months

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Rich!Yandere x Loser!Poor!Darling

Warnings: Kidnapping, Blackmailing, Non Con

Summary: A loser gets the attention of a Yandere. A blurb.

Loser!Poor!Darling that had only one friend growing up. They've been the pushover and bully that somehow got a naive, sweet person to befriend them. They only ever ask for help when they're friend needs help.

Loser!Poor!Darling who gets a scholarship, along with their friend, to a prestigious school. Who is cold towards everyone there, but their friend. Doesn't really make the effort to make new friends, or be friendly. Gets bullied for being a loner and dressing in obvious worn out uniforms.

Loser!Poor!Darling that's a complete nerd when it comes to their favorite subject, but is praised for their rare hobby. Who gets master degrees in both their favorite subject and hobby. When they try to get a job on their favorite subject, they get rejected, or denied. They make a living from their hobby, but barely scrapes by financially.

Loser!Poor!Darling who caught the eye of a Rich!Yandere during their first year in their prestigious school. Who doesn't remember the stoic Rich!Yandere that help them when their friend was being bullied. Who didn't notice that their scholarship was only for two years. Who didn't notice that the last years of their schooling was paid by Rich!Yandere. Who thought their multiple scholarships paid for their university and rooming.

Loser!Poor!Darling who is confused when they receive a job offer for a place they didn't apply to. Who takes the offer and shows up at Rich!Yandere's office. Who is confused when they are given their favorite drink and asked to sit down. Who loses consciousness when they finish their drink.

Loser!Poor!Darling that wakes up chained to a bed. Finds themselves in a luxury room with large windows. Sees that they're in the middle of the woods. Tries to get a maid that brings in food that to explain what is happening. Is forced back into bed by Rich!Yandere who grinds into them as they struggle. Who tries to flinch away when their tears are licked from their face.

Loser!Poor!Darling who loses their virginity to Rich!Yandere. Who cries at the pain and wonders what they did to deserve it. Who goes limp when Rich!Yandere is done and only twitches when they're pinched. Who doesn't respond when Rich!Yandere cleans and kisses them.

Rich!Yandere that fell in love with the desperate look Loser!Poor!Darling gave them when they asked for help. That felt aroused when they saw them sneer at others. That felt pride when Loser!Poor!Darling didn't let their poverty slow them down.

Rich!Yandere who planned their life together. Who sabotaged Loser!Poor!Darling in looking for career. That forced their company to have a section that could use Loser!Poor!Darling as an employee.

Rich!Yandere that couldn't wait for their darling any longer and forced themselves on them. Who later used Loser!Poor!Darling one and only friend as pawn to get them to stay with them. Who forced Loser!Poor!Darling to not only work for them but be their lover.

Rich!Yandere that spends each and every night to worship their darling. Even if Loser!Poor!Darling isn't willing. They own them, they belong to them.

#yandere fic #messy writing #tw noncon #yandere blurb #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x oc

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dandelionsinthepavement · 1 year

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A story you've heard before Sick flowers and a wilting sun- That's not right Sick children and wilting flowers Icarus falling from the sun Atlas holding the sky Broken glass And broken hearts You've heard it all before Because the words I speak are truth Truth hidden behind cleverly spoken phrases

Words spoken with such emotion But never enough Never enough to tell the story Always leaving the poet scrambling for another night spent Arched over a desk with ink stained fingertips And dark under eyes almost the colour of the night

Because if I do not spin my tale into one of poetry and tragedy Then I am simply a child with a pen And a yearning for greatness If i cannot write then who am I? If I cannot love then what am I? If I cannot grow then why am I? If I cannot break then how am I? The answer lies in the metaphors of a poet who wishes nothing more Than to finally know the peace Of finishing a poem without leaving words unsaid To finally breathe and rid the flowers clouding my lungs To finally place the pen down and fall like Icarus.

As they say, "The poet is always trying to outrun the poem"

#poetry #poem #orginal poetry #beginner poetry #poems on tumblr #messy writing #original work #creative writing #icarus.poetry

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kawieco · 1 year

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