#part 1/?

[burstinn]

I need more krueger fics (anything) 👉😔

Stalker x Stalker

(Part 1/?)

KRUEGER X M! READER

Notes And Warnings:

- Stalker x Stalker trope

- Stalking on both sides

- Masturbation and jerking off

1.To people without their awareness

2.To a dirty piece of cloth

- Sexual innuendos and thoughts

- NSFW

- no proofreading

- made in a short span of time meaning probably an hour or shorter so this is probably not the best way to yknow..

- made short on purpose because I got lazy

- This is a work of fiction made because I was bored, This should not be followed or replicated or else I will kill myself (>o<)

-made this cuz I didn't write for a good while and I felt bad

You don't know how this even started, He wasn't even acknowledging you the first time you guys met.. Was it his eyes? His accent? Maybe he reminded you of someone.. Shit you didn't care, you stopped caring for a long time now. It's an obsession at this point, You are hidden in your closet. You made a small hole inside of it like a secret room.. Just so you can keep trinkets and everything about.. Him.

Nothing but heavy breathing fills your cramped secret hole.. You need more pictures of him, this is getting out of hand, you're so desperate to feel him in some kind of fucking way it's unbelievable you held back for so long. Smelling one of the missing boxers of his wasn't enough to even satisfy you anymore.

Krueger, Sebastian Josef Krueger.. You scan your wall of pictures.. Pictures of him sleeping, working out, talking, eating, bathing.. Jerking off.. Those pictures were when you got lucky enough to take them and by God do you masturbate to those every night. Wishing one day you'd finally able to make him yours.. You know everything about him, His likes, his dislikes, his family, relatives, who he dislikes, what he does every morning and every night..

And recently you've only just started breaking into his room just to touch him, his face, tracing your finger tips against his jaw line, pressing your thumb against his soft lips.. Fuck,the thought of it makes you so hard.

But right now, you have a mission you need to attend to and the only thing that can calm your nerves is Krueger. Since you couldn't find him anywhere, Your shrine is the best place. You softly press your lips against one of the pictures of Krueger. One day, You will have the balls to actually try and talk to Krueger. You walk out of the closet, leaving with a slightly less grouchy mood. Hopefully the mission would go off without a hitch.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

You're gone, The helicopter you got in with your other mates had just left and he watches intently and carefully to see that you actually did leave. Once he sees the heli leave the vicinity he wastes no time walking over to your room.. Not without precautions of course he made sure nobody saw him walk in there.

Fucking finally, Your room empty.. Everything in this room is just you, Your clothes, Your pictures, Your bed, your dirty laundry.

Krueger can't help but feel a short adrenaline rush come over him as makes his way to your desk which was right across from your bed.. He shuffles for a moment under the desk, pulling out a small camera.. He can't wait too watch this later, he doesn't care if you were doing nothing, reading a book, scrolling your phone, jerking off.. He didn't give a single shit he was gonna jerk off to whatever was recorded here anyway.

He pockets the camera, walking over to your bed and just.. Smelling, hugging everything.. You are so intoxicating. How could you do this to him? He knew it was wrong but he was in love, more than in love. Why else was he doing this? He loved everything about you.

Even if this obsession started over nothing special he didn't give a damn, what happened, happened and he's in love with you.

He stands up and grabs one of your dirty briefs from the hamper, making his way back to the bed laying back down and slowly lifting your brief to his nose. Krueger flinches his body getting hot just by the smell of you, He could just.. He shuts his eyes keeping your boxers to his nose.. His other hand shuffling to unbuckle his belt. His hard cock almost immediately throbbing out when he pulls his pants and boxers down.

He rips his gloves out of his hand with his teeth, slow breaths. His mind drifting off to you, naked on your bed.. Your cock out and lonely, desperate for his touch. Bothof you just whining and grunting out his name as you rubs your cocks together, moaning in each other's mouth, your tongues fighting against each other..

He didn't even notice he already came, his cum staining his uniform and on your bedsheets.. Goddamit, He promised himself he was supposed to make sure to not cum on your bed this time. He takes a breath, pocketing your brief as well as he gets up, zipping his pants up.. He should clean this.

Next time he'll be careful, It's only a miracle he doesn't get caught in your room while your sleeping, jerking off to your sleeping figure.

#gay #call of duty x male reader #call of duty modern warfare x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #x male reader #krueger x male reader #sebastian krueger #cod krueger #krueger x reader #part 1/?

[chaos-enchanted]

I wonder...when you close your eyes, do you still dream of our time together?

Do you remember me? Our mission? Our love?

Because I've scarcely been able to stop

My favourite bloody assassin

#guess who's riding the gortash/durge ship straight to avernus #gortash x durge #enver gortash #the dark urge #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 edit #part 1/?

[luxielle]

ほら Catch You Catch You Catch Me Catch Me 待って

mysme x cardcaptor 💕

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme ray #mysme saeran #saeran choi #cardcaptor sakura #CCS #mysme x cardcaptor #lux does art #saeran clear cards #is this just a very long elaborate setup to draw Lu in a bunch of cardcaptor outfits #...maybe #Part 1/? #getting them done in acrylic because i NEED TO TOUCH THEM #retooled savior!saeran's outfit bc i hate his canon sry bb

[pollenallergie]

Eddie is absolutely a hoarder when it comes to his kids’ stuff. He definitely has a storage unit somewhere that’s filled to the brim with all of his kids’ old school stuff: tests, quizzes, science fair projects, etc. In that storage unit, he also definitely has all of his kids' costumes from their various dance recitals and their old uniforms from their little league days. Eddie also has his kids’ art framed and hung up all over his house. In fact, the only artwork that man has in his house is the art made by his children. Other than that, the walls of his home are filled with all the pictures he’s compiled of them over the years. More accurately, his absolute favorites of all his family pictures are hung up. Meanwhile, the other thousand or so pictures are tucked away neatly in scrapbooks and memory boxes, a few of which are also in storage because the man simply does not have enough room in his house to store all of this stuff.

#the domestication of edward munson #part 1/? #dad!eddie #eddie munson thoughts #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #stranger things vol 4 #eddie munson hc #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff

[home-from-hogwarts]

Books I Think The Marauder Era Girls Liked (Personally)

Lily: never stopped loving muggle literature, and probably reads the most novels out of all of them. When she was younger her Dad read her fairy tales and fantasy stories every night (so things like The Hobbit, The Chronicles of Narnia, etc). When she was a teenager she started to be a fan of more subtle humor like Jane Austen's novels.

Marlene: a nonfiction girl- she reads whatever she thinks is relevant to her life. Through Hogwarts this is a lot of Quidditch strategy, and later as the war progresses she does extra reading for defense against the dark arts.

Mary: easy page turners. She tried horror a couple times, but she also reads cheap romance novels with titles like "Taming a Dragon Tamer." She persuaded Lily to try it once.

#marauders era #headcanon #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #marauder era girls #part 1/?

[louisthiccsexyglitteryass]

creator shoutouts - pt. 1

i'm bored so here's a new lil series of me promoting people I love!

Fanfic writer you need to read: @lunarheslwt

don't get me started on the Persephonerry fic sjshdhdr

Fanfic series I can't get out of my head: Vexxieverse by @somedovesfly

Underrated as hell and definitely something of comfort fic for me x

Gif maker: @naomismcpherson (gif blog will be mentioned the minute I remember it)

I love them sm AND THE PURPLE

Fanartist: @28goldens

They're incredible so yeah

#shoutouts #part 1/?

[below-average-fangirl]

#films watched in January #films watched in 2023 #see how they run #mullholland drive #a man called otto #the square #tar 2022 #my old school #empire of light #game night #babylon 2022 #Gentleman prefer blondes #part 1/?

[on-a-lucky-tide]

(Eskel/Lambert, Triss Merigold & Lambert, Berengar; Modern AU - No Powers; Lambert and Merigold are thirsty and Eskel is hot; mentions of arousal; game and book canon)

Lambert sighed into his knuckles. He was debating whether or not to cuss out the fourteen year old who had just taken a running jump to bomb into the swimmer's lane. Again. It would be his third warning and would therefore mean banishment, followed by a screeching hissy fit from some council estate mother with too-big hoop earrings and talons that could rake the flesh from his face.

Luckily for Lambert, he wasn't the only lifeguard on duty that late summer afternoon. His gaze lifted hopefully to his curly-haired counterpart on the chair opposite. Customers tended to react better to Merigold. She had the face, you know. All cherub-like, innocent and butter-wouldn't-melt. Lambert knew there was a feral cat beneath the sweet facade that took no prisoners, and left claw marks of her own. She could deal with the kid and his mother, and come out with flesh intact. He raised an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head once.

He blew his eyes as wide as he could.

She squinted.

He jutted his lower lip.

She mouthed 'I hate you' as she climbed down from her chair and bellowed at the young swimmer, who stopped splashing before the echo of her voice had even faded and began to wade meekly to the edge of the pool.

She was gone for about ten minutes. Long enough to make sure the kid has gone into the changing rooms, and to inform reception she was happy to speak to any screeching parents that might appear to protest. Her pool, her rules.

Lambert settled back into his chair and resumed staring into space. It wasn't that he was negligent, it was just that nothing ever happened in a midtown leisure centre full of old dears and toddlers on foam floats. It was money, but fuck was it boring. The only excitement was the rotation every thirty minutes to a different chair, when he got to stare at a fresh patch of water or kick people down the waterslide.

It was just as he was slumping down into another post that he clocked Merigold watching something like a hawk. There was no noise, no splashing, so it wasn't a drowner or another nuisance brat. The only other thing that could catch her attention like that was–

Oh. Oh, okay.

Lambert followed her gaze to a new arrival folding his towel on one of the old plastic chairs. Apparently, a statue from a long-dead ancient warrior civilisation had decided to come alive and visit a shitty Kaedweni community pool for a swim. His back muscles alone made Lambert want to sink to his knees and beg; they shifted fluidly beneath tawny copper skin as the guy bent down to tuck his sandals into his gym bag, thick backside pushing out against the thin material of his shorts. When he turned to face the pool, he revealed a muscular, thickly furred chest, and Lambert had to slap a hand to his mouth as it began to water.

Merigold's voice crackled softly through the walkie talkie. "Oh my fucking gods. He's wearing shorts and I can still see–"

Lambert glared over the expanse of the pool and turned the walkie talkie off with a defiant click. She wasn't looking at him. The swimmer had waded into the shallows, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to do his lengths.

It wasn't generally professional to oggle a customer as they went about their business. A body was a body and they all worked the same way, and they were all deserving of the right to exist without fucking judgement. From the old girl with her wrinkly smile as Lambert helped her into the shallow end of the pool to the naked toddler fleeing from a parent desperately trying to put a nappy back on. Lambert saw it all, day in, day out.

But he had a type, alright? Said type didn't use the pool usually. They stayed in the weight room on the floor above, flexing in the mirror and saying the most homoerotic shit to their gymbros while swearing up and down they were straight. They were pretty to look at but the moment they opened their mouths Lambert wanted to knock them out with a dumbbell. Not Lambert's scene. Was a man with the mind of Professor Dorregray and the body of Kreve too much to ask? Apparently fucking so, if Lambert's dating record was anything to go by.

Lambert tried to occupy his caveman brain by checking the clipboard attached to the side of his chair, but it was no use. His eyes drifted back to the chiseled body wading deeper into the pool. The guy did what everyone did; hissed as the cold lapped up his core, took a deep breath and then dunked himself under. Watching the water sluice down from his hair when he stood again, following each curve and contour, made Lambert's stomach clench.

This would all be over as soon as the bloke started swimming. He'd flounder around like a St Bernard in a lake and the spell would be broken. There was nothing sexy about a big man doggy paddling. Cute, maybe, in an 'aww how sweet' condescending TikTok video way. But his dick would be entirely uninterested.

Unfortunately for Lambert, Mr Tall, Dark and Too Fucking Hot For His Own Good was apparently born to be in the water. Despite his bulk, the guy cut down the lanes like a precision torpedo, back taut, limbs efficient and smooth. The water poured over his shoulders, flowed over the crest of his arse. Lambert couldn't tear his eyes away. When the guy flipped over for backstroke, his chest flexing and every other asset barely concealed by cloth and water, Lambert had to lift his thighs and adjust in his seat.

Merigold, who had been laid at some point in the last hundred years, was a lot more composed. She smirked at him when the swimmer started doing backstroke, and then again when he hauled himself out to stretch his calf muscles. They looked tight. Could probably do with a massag–ahh, Lambert needed a bucket of ice water.

Berengar came to relieve him on the rotation and Lambert very gingerly climbed down from the chair. If Berengar saw Lambert's raging and entirely inappropriate boner, then he was polite enough to keep it to himself. Lambert scuttled off to the breakroom and inhaled a cup of searing hot coffee, trying to think of wrinkly grannies and the changing rooms at clearing out time to calm his libido.

When Lambert re-emerged, the walking wet dream had clearly finished his lengths because he was heading into the changing room. Lambert glanced around for Merigold, but couldn't spot her, and then looked at the plastic where the swimmer had dumped his stuff. He'd left his goggles behind.

Shit. Lambert walked over and picked them up. They weren't the cheap kind from the leisure centre shop either. Prescription lenses; fucking expensive. With an irritable growl, Lambert went trundling into the changing rooms. It was getting late which meant they were pretty empty, but for a few late arrivals looking to unwind on the jacuzzi. He found the guy standing by the lockers, water droplets running down his back from his mop of black hair, and cleared his throat. "Hey, you, uh, you left these."

The guy looked round, and a pair of the most stunning hazel eyes Lambert had ever seen settled first on Lambert's face and then the goggles thrust towards them. "Ah, crap, thanks," the guy said, and his voice sounded like it had been ripped straight from an old country music album; the kind only played on vinyl while you drank expensive whisky and smoked a cigar. Lambert's knees gave a dangerous judder. The guy wrapped his goggles up. "Always lose my head a bit in new places."

"Yeah, I uh… haven't seen you about before. New to the area?"

"Moved into a new flat by the cricket grounds last weekend. I've just about unboxed the houseplants."

Lambert swallowed. He was a lot smoother than this usually, he'd swear it. But there was something about the weight of those eyes and the lopsided little grin, and that voice. "There's a uh, a good pub near there. Golden Sturgeon. Craft beer and stuff, if you're into that. Not the kinda place where it's all 'the greater gooood' or anything." Lambert put on the hick country voice and then immediately flushed red.

The guy considered him closely, tilting his head like a gods-damned big puppy, and then he smiled again. "Sounds good," he thrust his free hand forward, "'m Eskel."

"Lambert." The handshake was firm and warm. Lambert had to resist running his thumb over those strong fingers for a little too long, and tucked both of his palms into the small of his back as soon as Eskel released him. "I'll, uh, see you around then."

"Absolutely."

Lambert high-tailed it out of the changing room like someone had set his fucking arse on fire.

***

Lambert groaned into his forearms as Merigold mocked him. They had ended up in the cocktail bar as they did most Saturday nights, and she wasn't impressed with his lack of outcome. "You didn't even get his number. Pathetic."

"I'd like to see you string a coherent thought together with that rack in your face, fuck me."

"Eww, gross," she said, swirling the umbrella around her gin glass. "Not him, you. But, the good news is, I tried my play and he's definitely not into women."

"Or your game's not as good as you thought," said Berengar dryly as he sat down between them.

"Please," Merigold rolled her eyes, "don't kid yourself. Anyway, he did ask whether you were on shift at the weekend, and I said yes, so I swapped us around. I'll work Monday and Tuesday, you're welcome."

Lambert choked on his beer. When his throat was clear, he squinted at her. "I coulda had plans."

"You? Plans? Chance would be a fine thing." She sipped the rest of her drink, leaving Lambert to fester in his irritation, and then hopped up from her chair.

Lambert followed her gaze across to the room to an unfortunate bloke in chinos with a fuck-awful haircut. Everything about him screamed Daddy's Hedge fund, and he could practically see the dollar signs pop up in Merigold's eyes. "Beep-boop, new target acquired."

"Fuck off, Lambert," she said airily through her most dazzling smile. She'd already made eye contact, and was preparing to move in for the kill. Berengar sidled off to the games machines as she left, and Lambert pulled out his phone to doom scroll. Anything to stop thinking about glistening tits and hazel eyes.

#witcher lambert #witcher eskel #lambskel #eskel/lambert #modern au #lifeguard au #eskel is a bear #lambert is an otter #them's the rules #part 1/?

[cypriathus]

Before I introduce the very first Æylphitus breed, I'll give you all a brief summary on this particular species as a whole.

Æylphitus (name meaning: to gleam like a supreme being, to invoke an ox’s head, to pour out his voice or things of high excellence):

The Æylphitus are undeniably the most vital species to inhabit the multiverse and play a myriad of roles that affect everything for better or worse. Each breed ranges from deities to infernal beings, shapeshifters to extraterrestrials, supernatural felines to mischievous fae, and the familiar to the unfamiliar. They can be creators, destroyers and even mediators of the multiverse they either adore or loathe. They are an overpowered force to be reckoned with, having those below them worship and acknowledge their existence for aeons. The names of their respective breeds and Æylphitus members all have a special meaning within their language. Unfortunately, their language is nigh impossible to properly translate without having a guide who can speak their mother tongue.

Without further ado, let me introduce y'all to the first and genuinely most important Æylphitus breed.

Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri or Tejasozuri (name meaning: straining vengeance, white gypsum, punishment of the sun or revealing the sacred day):

According to Æylphitus history inscribed in ancient tomes and scrolls, the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri pre-existed before all of creation. Each Tejasozuri is a representative of their given title, which is associated with a living creature and/or specific concept such as various heavenly bodies, emotions, and philosophical ideas. Many Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri have their own devotees that worship and acknowledge their existence, becoming the foundation for a myriad of cults and religions. Some of these Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri are seen as actual creators and/or corruptors amongst those who acknowledge them. These grand beings are said to be visually unfathomable and, depending on the form, witnessing them can make a mere mortal drown in sickening madness or feel a tremendous physical creeping of the flesh (paresthesia). This is why some Tejasozuri take on more comprehensible forms when consulting with their followers, prey, avatars or those who ask for their service. The Tejasozuri are either physically androgynous or have an actual biological sex. However, there have been a few reported cases of some being considered sexless. Many Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri have their own sacred animals, plants, stones, and symbols, and a few have their own unique pocket dimension. They don’t have to worry about surviving off of bodily necessities and they’re fully capable of breathing in space. As an easier way to identify this particular breed, they’re commonly referred to as titans, full-blooded deities, or ancient lords and ladies.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #beginning to introduce the Æylphitus #i hope y'all enjoy this mini series of me introducing these fellas #i hope they're interesting enough #fictional species #fantasy #monster #multiverse #lovecrafian #deities #gods #goddess #gods and goddesses #part 1/? #looking for moots #looking for mutuals #looking for friends #moots pls

[your1bi2friend]

Shy reader x shanks smut Idk

Sooo for context you are a cat/half human and you used to be a sailor/bodyguard kinda thing for a delivery ship.I used non binary pronouns for most of it but I did make it with a female reader in mind.

You were too shy to ask the handsome red haired man to hang out or to buy him a drink.he just gave you butterflies in your tummy he just looked so sweet but soo serious.you were a blushing mess as you stared at you bar/coffee shop crush.You just couldn’t take your eyes off him. Meanwhile the man you were staring at suddenly got up and you thought he was going to get another drink from the bartender right next to you.”heyyy~ babe I just noticed you staring at me from across the bar”the man with red hair said flirtatiously. “You wanna tell me why~?” Your thoughts raced at a million miles an hour. You honestly didn’t know what to say to the flirtatious red haired man. “I…I- ummm I just thought you were kinda cute I… guess I… wow I don’t know what to say”

You said nervously.he chuckled to himself “ your pretty shy ar’nt ya”.this made your cheeks even more hot and red. “ heh that proves my point” he chuckled again.you tried to speak but all that came out was incorrect noises. After a couple of seconds you just gave up and just nodded yes. “ heh your so pretty and your personality is so cute … umm can I buy you a drink?”.you basically died when he said that you just couldn’t believe that this handsome man just asked if wanted a drink AND complimented you. “Uhh yeah I like screw drivers and white wine uhh you can just order the one that’s cheaper…I guess”you said just barely over a whisper.he chuckled to himself again “heyyy Steve is it …heyy can you get this sweet shy girl a screw driver”.he yelled at the bartender that had started cleaning the counter 5 yards away. You blushed like crazy and your hands became a waterfall of sweat. “ you….y-you can’t just yell that like that!!”you said in a whisper scream.the red haired man snickered “well it’s pretty obvious without me saying it so what’s the harm in it~”he said in a flirty tone. “I- is it really that obvious??” Your voice finally going back to its normal volume. “ heh yeah it’s sooo obvious”.He said before you could reply he asked “soo whats your name,mines shanks … but you can call me daddy”.you then smacked him with quite a lot of force. “Ok ok I  deserved that but seriously what’s your name”.he said,you replied “uhhh I don’t really like my name soo my friends and family just call me marshmallow or bunny”.he replied “oh wow I thought you couldn’t get any cuter~”…you then replied “oh I never really thought about it  but yeah bunny is a pretty adorable nickn-“ you were then interrupted by the bartender giving you your drink “here’s your drink …oh and sir your total now is 325$” shank’s face lost all its color “ohh shit I forgot that yassop is a heavy drinker… yassop…. Your paying for your own drinks this time you ass wipe” he yelled at the side of the bar filled with questionable men in scruffy clothes. “Hey Steve here’s 200$ he’s paying for the rest of it” he said as he pointed at a man with a slightly scruffy beard and curly hair that looked unwashed.

Heyy guys it’s 11:33 and I have to drive 45 minutes to campus and walk all the way to my character design class so I’m just going to make a part 2 in the morning

#shanks x shy reader #part 1/? #feminine reader #shanks fluff

[fiveandanotherfive]

The ultimate screenshot dump, with most of the screenshots having the party square in them

#Numberblocks #Numberblocks One #Numberblocks Four #Numberblocks Nine #Numberblocks Sixteen #Part 1/?

[jiyongssi]

the first time one of them sees blood is at 10 when porsche falls from the monkey bar and anakinn cries his heart out because he is so terrified porsche's gonna die. the dread of loneliness shakes him so hard he's quiet for days after.

at 12, his older brother gets kidnapped and kinn is kept in the blind. he witnesses halo over porsche's head and falls for him head over heels; young, innocent puppy love.

at home, shits stirred and tankhun's never the same. kinn's heart breaks for the first time and he doesn't even understand why. he cries under the blanket until his baby brother tries to burrow in and the hot tears streaming down plump cheeks makes little kinn bury his own feelings to put others first.

he grows up.

at 15 porsche has the worst fight with his best friend and he's so overwhelmed he doesn't notice the time passing. something shuffles out in the bushes when he's still seething so it takes more than one pebbles for him to look up and stare at kinn peering from outside in.

he's breathless and porsche is still so mad at him but there's blood stain at the corner of kinn's mouth that makes his own blood run cold.

he's quiet as he lets kinn in and quiet while leading kinn to the attached bathroom and clean up his cuts; there are more than one. he's still mad but now there's fear clouding in.

anakinn looks bruised like he never did and porsche is so terrified for him he forgets to ask and goes straight for a hug.

"i'm sorry," kinn sniffles into the crook of his neck, nails cutting through the thin fabric of his sleep shirt and porsche's heart come to a standstill.

this is the second time he's ever heard anakinn cry; the first when he broke his arm from falling off the monkey bar.

porsche doesn't say a word; couldn't find his voice so he hugs tighter and holds onto like his entire life depends on kinn

"i love you"

"i love you too" porsche whispers back, not knowing those two don't align on the same plane.

kinn realises that two days later seeing porsche kiss the pretty girl from class and it's so cruel it's funny. he laughs when he cries in the shower.

blood trails until it becomes his path. his family ring weighs his shoulders until his spine cracks but anakinn refuses to break.

because tankhun already did.

the open doors tickle his feet and he's tempted each time he looks their way but he refuses to leave

because khimhant already did.

porsche feels like a faraway dream, one he only dares to visit when every other distraction fails. but the ghost of kinn's shadow never really leaves porche's life; and porsche carries that reminder every single day of his life until he's 25 and anakinn theerapanyakul stands in his front yard, white shirt soaked in crimson blood, pale faced and withering smile.

it's so twisted that he falls in porsche's arm, like the worst nightmare came alive and it's so cruel how kinn's beginning and end will only ever porsche that he laughs.

-tbc-

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kpts #part 1/?

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

From SSR: Dark Swirl (Luke 2nd bday)

#luke ssr: darl swirl #part 1/? #luke pearce #xia yan #tears of themis #tot raven #tot luke pearce #tot xia yan #l'hôtel.tearsofthemis #l'hôtel.tot #themis.luke #aerin.jpg #my post 📫 #nsft? #technically they were kinda just faking it.. but anyway #(3rd bday wya- 🥵) #tot card spoilers

[opossuminyourwalls]

Times my biology teacher has said the sex word

- "Yeah, jellyfish have sex."

- "No, you don't pick the puffball! It was trying to have sex!"

#part 1/? #unfortunately i have this teacher for field biology (had him for normal biology last year) and it's a semester class #so i won't be in his class much longer #but i will always remember that jellyfish have sex #biology #mushrooms #funny teacher #funny stuff #maybe at some point #i will remember other things he's said about sex #i zoned out #in his class a lot last year #and this year #i zone out in classes a lot just generally speaking #how do i do well on tests? it's a mystery #jellyfish #have sex #did you know #i feel like i should #clarify that these things were said in a perfectly normal tone of voice #it's like if you asked him if there are eels in ohio except it was someone asking him if jellyfish have sex #and the answer is yes #context for the second one we were outside walking through the woods next to our school and this girl picked up a puffball mushroom #easily bigger than my head and was like #i found one of those giant mushrooms! #and he said it the same way you would tell your sister I was saving that for my lunch tomorrow! if sge ate your leftovers

[arleneworld22]

Too much to say and I don’t know where should I start

So let’s go in parts:

Well I was overthinking about that last letter you wrote about meet us before October and I agree with that because it’s true that one day to say goodbye and talk about our lives and new relationships wouldn’t be enough for us, but also get this feeling of fear to being seeing by someone else, more specifically someone of our university, someone who knows about us, but at same time I don’t want to lose this chance because I don’t want you feel some kind of sadness or like you aren’t deserve of a new start or have any bad feeling just because you still thinking about the girl you hurt back then, I don’t want you to think about the “fragile girl” I was, I don’t want you to remember me and feel bad of my memory because…you have to remember that you’re not the only one who made mistakes, I made them too, I hurt you too and I don’t want you to feel horrible for that the rest of your life, and also, you may have to know that I’m just the same as I was, like when this song says “sigo cruzando ríos, andando selvas, amando el sol, cada día sigo sacando espinas de lo profundo del corazón, en la noche sigo encendiendo sueños para limpiar con el humo sagrado cada recuerdo” I’m just the same I was, loving the same things and working on myself to remove the pain and close wounds, I’m the same I was but just in a different level, I would like to say that I’m… wiser than before,I would like to say I’m better but I don’t know how can I know that.

I wish you could truly feel free of all of that some day, I wish you could find me in the crowd and don’t feel any shame, I wish we could find each other and genuinely smile for the other and moving forward without any repressed feelings (you know like that lalaland moment, I still don’t watch this movie). I wish you can feel you deserve any good thing that happen to you and I wish it doesn’t hurt when you think about me.

And also I don’t want to lose this chance or chances (if we can meet us more than once before October) to moving forward and stop feeling guilty, because all these years that’s happened, my actual relationship is getting more and more serious with the pass of the time but even before we communicated again, more specifically since the beginning, I used to have this guilt in me every time I was with him like “I don’t deserve this while he is still healing about what I did to him years ago”, or “if he could see me now, this definitely would hurt him, so I don’t have to enjoy this” or “I must be careful not to express too much affection with him” now I can say that after a lot lot of work I can enjoy the time with him without feeling guilty, or at least I no longer have these intrusive thoughts often when I’m with him, but there is sometimes when after a date, when I came back to home when I feel all of this again, it’s not always the case like at the beginning but it keeps happening sometimes. So… yeah, we can meet before October, I don’t usually work on Sundays.

I think what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want us to feel like this forever, I want us to remember the other and don’t feel bad about that, I want us to think about the other and at least don’t think about “what could it have been like if we were still together?”, or “how could it be if we have another chance?”Because you have this taste in me like you are the person who is on the other side of the red thread, the one who joins you to your destined person, the thread can always be stretched and tangled but never broken, I feel that your are that person and I feel that our thread little by little is untangled. I still feel bad because we can’t share our days together, the thread won’t shrink again but at least is not going to be tangled again, we can moving forward and the thread doesn’t make us feel stuck or afraid of our paths, it’s going to let us walk freely… and I’m determined that if we can’t share this life, we must make peace with each other to live as well as possible in our absence.

I want you to fully enjoy your relationship, I want you to be able to kiss her and be kissed passionate as you deserve and more, I want you to be able have a live next to hers, I want you to be able enjoy your time with her, I want you to love each other strongly, i want you to be able to cook together, I want you to be able to go to many new places together, I want you both to be enjoyed the other in all the ways possible I want you to live all of this and don’t have any repressed feelings about me, believe me, all these years I wanted and I’ll do forever wish the best for you or if it’s not to be with her, I will always wish you can live surrounded and fulled by love with whoever you choose… and I want the same for me. I want us to let behind our painful past to grow and get stronger, I want to us fully love our partners, I wan to us remember the other and forget the bad things, I wan to us be able to remember the other and don’t have any repressed feelings as you said with this quote "there's nothing that I can do for you but to work on myself, there's nothing that you can do for me but to work on yourself"

Sorry for ruining this pleasant moment of both writing to each other again, maybe I shouldn’t say this, sorry.

But before finishing this letter there are some things I want to say about your previous letters:

1-Did you see my photos?! *dies for shyness* it’s been days since you say that but I still feel a bit… idk nervous for your compliments 👉👈 thank you *dies for shyness x2*

2-I have to confess that I actually saw your photos too, but since… ugh this is embarrassing, since a long long time ago. I didn’t for long time and one day suddenly noticed you add photos about her, and for long time I didn’t have the courage to see them and neither to watch your reels. But well, I’m not going to have this fear forever, some months ago I have the courage and at the beginning it hurts, I’m not going to lie, but after some time it didn’t, now I can say that it looks that you are in a very very kind and good hands, I know you are not passing exactly a good time with her lately, but you can see that after talk about your feelings little by little and with patience to express yourself, she can understand you and have a better relationship, perhaps I think someone who likes to write hand letters and add drawings must be someone patient, romantic, dedicated and caring for their loved one. So don’t worry if now looks bad, you can re read those letter and trust that she can understand you. Or at least that what I think. Sorry you didn’t ask for anything and I’m acting intrusively, I’m sorry.

3-Do you found me or you lost me? What do you think? I think we found each other to have our redemption end, so let’s be patient, and try to do it right this time ok? Also it’s ok if you don’t want to tell me some things, express yourself takes time, so just be patient with yourself.

4-I don’t know if you already watch Kung fu panda 4, but if not, my short answer is that it was good but it could be better, the furious five don’t appear and I think they are important to the development character of Po so it gets me a little sad, and also, he acts more softer than other movies I guess(? I liked the animation, and this new character Zhen, she is very cool, fast learner, kinda carefree and funny, I really like her.

5- Percy Jackson series, I think it’s like Anne with and E, is faithful to the books but with some changes, first, the serie have multiple POVs so it can help to understand more the characters and how this universe works without you waiting to see some thing until next seasons, the Gods… well, they are complicated as the books lol, I never pictured Ares with that personality but I guess it was just my imagination. And Medusa has a softer personality, she is not the vengeful person of books, she tells you about her story and understands her, I like the change of perspective they give to this character. Maybe the only two things I disliked were Gabe the stepfather of Percy, because I clearly remember he was worse in the books, Disney just make him softer, looks like a joke to be honest. And THAT SCENE from Annabeth when she says “you drool when you sleep” in the books that’s a kind of funny scene *cries in fangirl disappointed* but I LOVE all the effort the whole team put on in this show, all the cast and crew love this series and they read them all least once in their lives. I love the whole vast I don’t care that they don’t look like theirs characters, they did and amazing work, I just hope they can make a Percy a little bit more… funny(? I guess, all the first saga is from his point of view so you read all his funny thoughts, I hope we can see a little more of that. Also as fan, I really really hope Disney can give us the mythomagic play cards, it’s not something special like the camp necklace (that also hope they can put it up for sale) but it could be cool have the play cards, they are like little special details that it could be cool to have…and the swords… and the invisible cap… ugh I want everything 😭

6- I get very very VERY surprised, maybe say I was in shock could it be right to say(?, when you say this phrase “stay longer in me, take root” was about me…about me?! because all this time I thought it was about her!, I understood it like you are very very in love with her to giver her the power or permission to stay in you, I never imagined it could be about me, I’m still in shock to be honest. And now we are talking about that, I know this is going to be ankward… but the other day I noticed 2 things:

First: that you put in Flightless birth, American mouth in your profile; second: you put in your other profile “stay longer in me take root” and “hasta la raíz” and the only reaction I have was “el macho” meme loool sorry but it’s kind of… idk… Daring I guess(? Because of you have this small details about me and it’s kind of… believe me I don’t know how to call it lol, I’m laughing right now because I can imagine this scenario about someone see that and ask you “what does that mean?”, “why do you put that?” And you casually say “oh it’s nothing is just about my ex, you know, the usual” in my mind this looks funny sorry, I’m not making fun of you, I guess this is just my way to react at this big reveal to me.

How’s is your day? I just realized that this week are for vacation, do you plan to have dates with her? It’s a really good time to go for a walk or a cafe or just eat some street food, you know, tacos never fail <3

#part 1/? #letters #I write this last night but now I finished #damn this is a long one #see you in October #or before who knows #Por más que crezca vas a estar aquí #I finally have Netflix so si can rewatch TLoK

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Before it all started - #1

Important : It tells the story of an alternate reality, some information will not coincide with canon game events.

This story focuses specifically on presenting the universe from which B!Wheatley and Benrey comes

(More human au)

Science Aperture was and is the largest facility located on Earth, or rather beneath its surface. After all, we cannot allow competitive institutions to know the location of the place where so many important things happened. It would be too dangerous! Besides, it's enough that Black Mesa has already stolen, by some miracle, the first notes of a portal gun.. I mean, theoretically, they failed to recreate the portal gun, but based on the notes, they created a gravity gun. Something less advanced but still powerful.

This facility has always tried to maintain its level. Every employee had to be good at something to get here, and when I say good, I mean outstanding. Everyone had to stand out in something and work was assigned to them based on this. Someone was exceptionally brilliant? -> science and inventions department, someone was exceptionally good at building and electronics? -> electrical construction department for example, but this is only a small part of what could be found here. We could talk for hours about this topic.

Who are employees divided into? :

-> test subjects

-> mechanics

-> scientists

-> founder's assistants

-> founder

Cave Johnson, the founder of this whole place. A man with a head full of ideas! The man who started chaos-

Cave forced his faithful assistant to do something she did not want, to live forever. He ordered his scientist to do that after his death, even if Coraline didn't want it. You could say they killed her and gave her life at the same time. A life that can only be called a hell of eternally running algorithms and programs. She may still have a human appearance, but she is still a machine in disguise.. Something that from the moment she woke up made her want to take revenge for her fate. For the fate that might not have befallen her if it weren't for Cave Johnson.

On the one hand, she's still here, still alive. But now she has to share her 'body' with artificial intelligence, GLaDOS. The despair and anger of the once human being is still mixed with AI that does not understand the meaning of human life. Scientists, seeing the growing danger, began to fear. They had to act quickly and find a distraction for GlaDOS. So they decided to assign her people who would distract her. At first, 4 people were brought in : Ellen, Mike, Clain and Marla

Marla was the only one of the four who was mute and communicated through gestures. She usually kept a low profile and GLaDOS liked that. It was thanks to Marla that GLaDOS did not behave so aggressively (Which doesn't mean she wasn't aggressive to some extent)

Clain was a very talkative and curious young scientist. He had recently started working here and had many questions about everything there. Whenever he could, he asked GLaDOS everything he could. On the one hand, it was a bit irritating, but on the other hand, it gave vent to the woman who could turn her attention to questions

Mike was a senior scientist with experience. He was very short-tempered and was often in a bad mood. GLaDOS saw him as someone who understood anger and talked to him often, they both then talked about what annoyed and irritated them

Ellen were a scientist with a passion for baking. They usually talked more about various baking than about work. Which seemed stupid to GLaDOS, but she still never admitted it out loud to them

Over time, all 4 of them became very important to her, they were her 'family' the only ones she could trust and knew that they wouldn't do anything to her. So of course she went berserk after they died! Their deaths were unnecessary, and yet they occurred. No one ever mentioned them again..

Shortly after this, GLaDOS could also be said to have died, but only for a while. Or rather, instead of dying, she was murdered! For quite a long time, but her return was slowly approaching

Test subjects never stand out. Everyone wore the same orange jumpsuit, black and white long fall boots. And everyone did the same, they tested to the limit. Sometimes even to death, even and more than just sometimes.

Science Aperture had a lot of test subjects. And when I say a lot, I actually mean a lot. And it's all thanks to cloning!

A new way to keep your best alive without linking their memory(and their bodies) to the AI! This way you can maintain the best testing results all the time!

But it is worth remembering that clones are different from their originals. Clones have no soul, no emotions. Just the desire to test. They do not feel human needs, although they still have to satisfy them.

But let's get back to people who are not clones. We expose these people to a special gas that makes their brain not feel the need to such an extent all the time. However, they should not be exposed to this gas for too long, it is harmful. But someone has to test

#part 1/? #dt portal au #portal au #I don't know what tags to use for this