#piña oc's

[cits-cookie-brainrot]

Because of new update, I’ve made coconut y/n real! I gave a design!

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #coconut y/n #I can’t believe crk invented y/n fics #my stuff #cookie run oc #piña colada coconut

[herosplatling-replica]

captain blankie mode + some doodles of freya fixing a problem

#splatoon 3 #captain 3 #new agent 3 #agent 3 #smallfry #splatoon ocs #honey #freya #Piña #do not tag as ship #(freya voice) shut the fuck up im cozy #doodles

[horse-time-babey]

Happy 21st birthday to me and happy birthday to @monster-teeth!!!!!!!!

our ponies are sharing their birthday beverages :] (mine is chocolate milk)

#I don’t think piña colada is their literal sona but she is the first oc I think of when I think of teeth #mlp #my little pony #my art #pigment #piña colada #mlp art

[trippin-chippin]

I’m sorry but Piña colada do be slaying rn

(Martini sisters)

I was have tequila and margarita but I want to give piña colada a bit of light

#cuphead #cuphead oc #cuphead au #the crownroyals #oc art #shitpost #piña colada martini #my oc #the martini sisters

[centurymage]

God I love designing food characters/gijinka

We got strawberry creme, piña colada,apple pie,chocolate donut,banana split, blueberry pie, and cupcake (haven't decided on flavor on her yet)

Which design is your favorite? Maybe I'll digitize that one first, hehe~

#art #oc #sketch #doodles #food #character design #my favs are honestly apple #and donut tbhhh #maybe even piña colada actually #gijinka

[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

I think the art block is washing over. So.... guess I have a helltalia oc in the works rn. I've had her in mind for a long time now, but I think this sketch looks pretty solid. Hopefully I can finish her soon.

#hetalia #hetalia oc #piña's art

[breadforreal]

AAAAH COOKIE OC JUMPSCARE

#cookie run #art #cookie run oc #croc #piña colada cookie #my beloved

[malkaviian]

continuación de este post porque me encanta hacer sufrir a mis faves(?

#claramente a caspian le preocupan muchísimo las actitudes que tiene su novio. le encantaría saber cómo ayudarlo pero se siente incapaz #y; aunque no lo diga porque sabe que lo destruiría al completo; algunas veces ha llegado a tenerle miedo #no tanto de que se la agarre con él específicamente porque en lo que llevan nunca lo hizo; pero sí terminar en el medio de algo #y que lo lastime sin darse cuenta o en el 'calor del momento'. obvio chase se sentiría horrible si llegara siquiera a tocarle un pelo #y como ya lo ha hecho llorar por agarrarse a las piñas con desconocidos porque lo vieron 2 segundos medio raro #prefiere irse de la casa sin que él se entere o diciéndole que 'necesita despejarse'. que claro; caspian ya sabe lo que es #porque regresa golpeado y hecho mierda. y tbh no lo juzga; porque su versión para exteriorizar sus problemas internos es cortarse #y la verdad que en el cuerpo tiene muchísimas marcas que le quedaron a lo largo de los años; algunas más profundas que otras. #y es algo que sigue haciendo; cosa que chase claro que sabe y también le preocupa. pero como tampoco lo juzga ni se siente en derecho #por el mismo hecho de que su método auto destructivo es agarrarse a las piñas o hacer cosas sin preocuparse por las consecuencias para él #(como lo era en su momento coger con cualquier persona sin pensar en que puede tener una ets por no cuidarse) #le dice que antes de hacerlo que al menos se intente descargar con él todo lo que pueda. y si lo hace igual #como mínimo va a agarrar la navaja con menos bronca; y el daño va a ser menor. luego lo ayuda a hacer la curación y lo mima #lo único que sí le pide es que intente buscar ayuda profesional; pero cuando caspian se lo devuelve el tema termina desviado. así que bueno #le gustaría tanto que la bondad y el amor que le demuestra se la aplicara a él mismo también; que pudiera verlo como lo ve él #como alguien bueno y dulce; pero que se deja llevar mucho por sus impulsos y su mente le juega en contra. pero eso va a tomar mucho tiempo #y mientras tanto; va a tratar de estar ahí para intentar minimizar el daño que sus propias acciones le hacen y devolverle el amor #sh tw #oc talk

[tortademaracuya]

Mira que se poco y nada de futbol pero hay OCs que los veo y es como vos sos hincha de river pedazo de gil, tené matate con este otro pelotudo

#estaba pensando en Tristán el trolo ese es de river #Micah es de algun club random a definir pero si le preguntás dice que es del grandisimo club atlético Bover #para ver como le revienta una neurona al otro #después están Camila y Ae Jeong que son respectivamente de estudiantes y el lobo #cuando hay superclasico es imposible estar en ese depto #oc tag #haunted.txt #perdon ni idea yo solo se decidir quien se caga a piñas con quien

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #40 - Annoying]

"When Jungkook acts like the annoying idiot you fell in love with."

Genre: married life!AU, Fluff

Warnings: Kookie being annoying and cute <33, a summer holiday, our queen OC suffers from holiday indigestion rip to her, she describes her poop to him in vivid detail, listen!! they’re married and in love and the intimacy they share makes me weak

Wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: i had this thought that "dookie" would be actually a really cute (and annoying<3) nickname. And i think that out of all my bois, ogc!koo is the best candidate for such a nickname. So here we are, enjoy this cute lil fluff piece 🧡

Your husband is where you left him. He is lounging on the sun bed under the shadow of the straw umbrella, wearing nothing more than black swimming shorts and a pair of dark sunglasses perched atop his nose. The only jewelry he wears is his wedding ring, his piercings and a small fake shark tooth pendant on a leather string, which you both got from the street vendor in front of the hotel. He is currently on his phone, moving his foot in a mindless rhythm.

You and he went on a vacation together. Very far away from home. So far in fact, that you had to take a plane to get there. And it was the best decision ever. The beaches are beautiful, the ocean is clean and has just the right temperature and the hotel is gorgeous. Food is amazing as well, but there was one problem with that. You haven’t been able to take a shit ever since you started this holiday and this was five days ago. You can barely fit any more food inside, your stomach has been hard from everything collecting in there and you have been suffering from a strong tummy ache for two days already, but no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get your body to work. Jungkook had less problems this way. This complete traitor already went to the toilet three times. Unlike you, who still hasn’t been able to go.

That is until today when the sudden urge to poop overcame you as you and Jungkook enjoyed piña coladas by the ocean. You abandoned Jungkook by the beach and ran to get back to your room.

Now, almost an hour later you are back. 

Jungkook turns his head to you when he feels your presence. He lowers his phone.

“And? What’s the status?” he asks.

You lie down on the sun bed next to him, letting out a long sigh.

“I did it.”

“Yaaay, let’s go”, Jungkook cheers quietly, throwing his fists in the air in tiny motions, “no more tummy aches for you.”

“Yeah, I guess but I can’t be happy yet.”

“Why? That bad?”

“It was a warzone. You have no idea what I’ve just been through. I have PTSD just thinking about it. I had the sweats and everything, even had to take off my clothes and I kept gripping the edge of the sink and even had to put my feet up higher. I stacked like three toilet rolls for that.”

“Damn.”

“And it smelled so bad. You have no idea, I stank up the entire room so bad that I had to leave the windows open when I left.”

“Oh no, that bad?”

“Yeah, that bad. I was constipated at first until it shot outta me like a torpedo and I thought it was over until I got a tummy cramp and then I started to explosive diarrhea everywhere.”

“Ooh damn okay that sounds traumatic.”

“It was traumatic. My ass hurts and I still feel dirty even though I took a shower. With two rounds of soap. But I had to do it in like my own toxic shit fumes and I think they’re burned into my nostril hairs because I can still smell it.”

Jungkook cracks up.

“Awww baby, you’re my little stinker now”, he teases, nudging your arm playfully, “my little stinkbug.”

“No, stop, don’t call me that”, you whine, “it’s already embarrassing enough.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, my stinkbug. It’s only natural to shit.”

“I told you not to call me that”, you get out under your breath, hitting his thigh gently, “what if someone hears you?”

Jungkook snickers, “and it’s okay for you to describe your traumatising shit to me in vivid detail?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I did it quietly. I know you, you’re just gonna call me stinker for the rest of the day and that’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook snickers, “I think it’s cute. My little stinker”, he says and leans over to smooch your cheek. 

“Shut up, you’re so annoying”, you mumble, nudging his chest. 

“Mhm and you married me, so you love it.”

You roll your eyes at him, letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re annoying”, you say fondly and rest back on the sun bed. 

“I’m happy for you though”, Jungkook says, caressing your tummy gently, “I was suffering with you. Holiday indigestions are the worst.”

“Yeah, I’m happy too. Traumatised but happy.”

He chuckles, squeezing your thigh. You laugh, patting his hand. 

“Hey, my stinker?” Jungkook asks then.

“Urgh, shut up. What?”

“Can you lotion up my back? I wanna go for a swim, but I’m scared to burn”, Jungkook asks as he already turns his back to you.

“Yeah, of course”, you say, sitting up so you can comfortably reach his back. You own one of those sunscreens which comes in a spray bottle. You spray it directly onto Jungkook’s back, earning yourself a loud yelp of shock from him.

“This is so cold. No. Don’t do that”, he whines, trying to writhe away which only makes you spray more cream onto his back. 

“It’s what you get for calling me stinker”, you say with a shiteating grin on your lips. 

“Wah, you’re so mean”, he says, making you chuckle.

You place the bottle aside and connect your hands with his back to spread the sunscreen evenly. His body is very clearly warmed up from the summer heat, his back feels hot under your palms. You are sure that a swim in the cool water will do him good. 

“Make sure to get the tattoos”, he says.

“I am”, you promise him, “don’t worry.” 

“Thanks, stinky.”

“Do. Not.”

You pinch his sides, making him squeak and writhe away.

“Don’t call me that.”

You tickle him again, forcing him to laugh and fight you off with his hands. 

“Stinky, please.”

“Don’t call me that”, you warn as laughter escapes you and your fingers squeeze his ticklish waist even harder.

“Sorry fine sorry, I yield”, he gives up,  twisting around so he is facing you, “you win, don’t tickle me”, he laughs, pushing your hands away gently. 

You grin in triumph, “good.”

Then you reach for the face sunscreen, opening it.

“Good idea”, Jungkook says, closing his eyes in anticipation. 

You spread an even layer of sunscreen on his face and neck, making sure to get his ears as well. The remnants of the sunscreen, you spread on his shoulders.

“Do you need it reapplied on your arms as well?” you ask him.

“No, I managed to get everything else. It was just the back I struggled with.”

“Okay, then you’re good to go.”

“Thanks, sweetheart”, he says and gets up, “do you wanna join me?”

“No thank you”, you let out in a breathy laugh, shaking your head, “I still need to recover.”

“Okay. See you later, my dookie”, he says and grins.

“Jungkook”, you gasp, gawking at him with widened eyes.

Jungkook laughs and turns to jog down to the water with snickers of mischief leaving him. 

“You’re annoying!” you call after him with your eyes racing over the other people to see if somebody had heard him. It seems that nobody did. You are simply yet another couple teasing each other lovingly in a sea of strangers.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #jungkook scenario #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts drabble #bts x you #bangtan fluff #bangtan drabble #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenario #bangtan x reader #fanfic: ogc

[herosplatling-replica]

Happy birthday Freya! Idunn baby photos now!

everyone say happy birthday to miss freya rán (now age 24) RIGHT now

#splatoon #captain 3 #agent 3 #new agent 3 #lil buddy #splatoon 3 #freya #idunn #piña #honey #oc birthday

[trippin-chippin]

The martini sisters

Margarita, tequila, piña colada

Margarita and piña harass bourbon every time they see him trying to get him to date tequila even though she ain’t even interested, also bourbon has Dannie so….

#cuphead #cuphead oc #cuphead au #the crownroyals #oc art #shitpost #the martini sisters #margarita martini #piña colada martini #tequila martini #my ocs

[dujour13]

OC Kiss Week - day 3

For my friend @the-raging-tempest and your poor, damaged, chaotic evil swan Zrise whom I love so much, unfortunately 💜

Obsessed with that poem you shared:

The knocking finally stops and Zrise’s stomach churns with a bitter mixture of gratitude and dread when he hears the door handle click. He shies away from the blade of light that slices through the gloom of his chamber. He feels like a cornered animal.

He’s locked himself away and hasn’t eaten in two days but the blood meal still buzzes savagely in his veins.

It’s Siavash because of course it’s Siavash. After what happened anyone else would have the sense to stay the fuck away.

Zrise coils. He wants to bullrush him and shove him violently and also to throw his arms around him, and the despair of knowing he’s too much of a coward to do the right thing is strangling.

Siavash shuts the door and whispers an arcane word that kindles a rosy flame in the wall lamp. The shadows retreat to the corners of the cold, stone-walled room. “Zrise? Talk to me.”

“Stay away from me,” he snarls, and yet he advances, fists balled. He’s a knot of hostile muscle.

There’s no sign of alarm in Siavash’s expression. He’s backed against the door and Zrise could break him in half but he only tilts his head, calmly assessing Zrise’s flashing fangs with nothing but gentle confusion.

You fool, Zrise thinks. Run. Call your guards. Cast one of your stupid rainbow spells on me. Just stop standing there looking at me.

But Siavash doesn’t move, so Zrise closes in. This rage sits differently in his chest, rising into what he fears might become a sob or a primal cry of loneliness. He knows what he looks like when he bares his teeth like this; Oria told him enough times. Only Oria thought it was sexy.

And Oria’s dead.

Siavash refuses to shrink back, not even an inch. He’s holding Zrise’s gaze and waiting for something, and Zrise isn’t sure what it is and he doesn’t want to have to hurt him and it’s taking every ounce of strength he has left to try to get him to run, godsdamn it.

Close enough to feel his breath, Zrise’s gaze shrinks away from his unbearable tenderness and lands on his neck, hypnotized by the pulse under the warm skin. Blood that probably tastes like a fucking piña colada. He’s salivating but the thought of piercing that skin makes him want to gag and he reaches up and brushes his fingers over the precious pulse as if to ward off the danger he himself poses to it. The gesture is awkward.

Far too confidently Siavash says, “It’s going to be all right.”

“Sometimes it isn’t. Life isn’t all butterflies and sunshine.”

“I know, Zrise.”

He’s not talking about himself, Zrise realizes. It’s as if he can see right through it all to the wounds underneath—to the ice-cold suffocating pain that has never left his lungs. “Then why don’t you fucking back off? Don’t you know poison when you see it?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

He ought to say you should be but he can’t do that any more than he can bite into that sweet, exposed throat. He hates himself.

The way Siavash holds his gaze is a challenge, one Zrise doesn’t think he’s up to. In despair he surrenders to his own powerlessness, and when at last his lips part, it is not to bite.

It is as if those impossibly warm lips are breathing life into him again—or as if he is stealing the life from them, but he can’t tear himself away. He holds on like a drowning man.

You see how worthless and weak I am. How miserably I failed to do the right thing. You’re going to get hurt.

Stop me.

#ockiss24 #my writing #friends' ocs #zrise #siavash #pwotr pals

[nitrozem]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

tagged by @theosconfessions thank you!

Anthony "Tony" Leeds

ANIMAL: Coyote

COLORS: Orange and Blue

MONTH: February

SONGS: Show Me The Money - Snakehips & Tkay Maidza

NUMBER: 666 (relation to part of his inspiration)

PLANTS: Hemlock

SMELLS: Cigarette

GEMSTONE: Peridot

TIME OF DAY: 6pm on a summer day

SEASON: Summer

PLACES: New Jersey

FOOD: Pancakes (he always makes that in the morning for his kid)

DRINKS: Piña Colada

ELEMENT: Fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Gemini

SEASONINGS: Salt (he can be a cranky crabass)

SKY: Mostly Cloudy

WEATHER: Light rain

MAGICAL POWER: Invisibility or Mind Control

WEAPONS: He actually has an old revolver and a baseball bat

SOCIAL MEDIA: "Back in my day, people use to go out and settle shit in person, now they just sit behind a screen like lazy cowards!" as in: he's not a fan

MAKEUP PRODUCT: nail polish because his daughter ropes him into that sometimes lmao

CANDY: Snickers

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Car

ART STYLE: Uhhh idk, my art style cause I draw him sometimes lol??

FEAR: Anything bad happening to his daughter, Juni Que

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Jersey Devil if cryptids count

PIECE OF STATIONARY: cracked cheap plastic pen he found on the sidewalk one day

THREE EMOJIS: 😈😎👨‍👧

CELESTIAL BODY: Black Hole

I'll tag @simulation-machine @caffeinatedtrait @sirianasims @akitasimblr @satureja13 @simarcana @omg-puddingpie

Ignore if you don't want to do it!

#tagged #oc: tony #that was fun!

[dickarchivist]

Good moooorning! I’m back for another request! (When the muse strikes and absolutely no pressure!)

I was think a first kiss prompt of…

"are we about to kiss right now?" "you are not serious."

With Phantom? It feels very him. Possibly in his POV (but reader POV is perf too) 🥰

Thank you for the beautiful ask my beloved Piña ♡♡

Fish Out of Water

Clone oc Phantom (pov) X fem reader (dancer)

Word count: 1380

Rating: T because of the brothel/strip club, but nothing over the top happens (expect kisses, and the most awkward boner Phantom's ever had.) As always, Minors DNI 🔞

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: "are we about to kiss right now?" "you are not serious."

Contents and Warnings: second hand embarrassment might smack you but that's it really

Summary: Phantom falls hard for you, but he knows the rules. Don't touch what you haven't paid for, don't kiss what isn't yours. Oh what he'd do for just one kiss...

Author's Notes: PHANTOM POINT OF VIEEEEW!!!! We all think he's a fuck boi, well buckle up buttercup, you're in for a ride!!!

I hate this place. It's loud, smells like cheap booze, vomit, and too much cologne and perfume. I don't know how you can stand it, I really don't. But you're here, and for you, I think I'd do anything.

The way you move, how the light hits your skin, I can understand why you're a fan favorite. I'd never tell you this, it'd probably get me laughed out of the club, but it's like watching a fish swim in crystal clear waters... your motions are so natural, so fluid, the shimmer of glitter on you like scales catching the light. Kriff I wish you'd let me kiss you, but I know your rule... you don't kiss clients.

"Oh, Mister Missing Number himself~ Nice to see you again, Phantom~" the way you say my name makes my heart ache. When you sit down in my lap, it takes everything not to reach up and touch you. "What brings you in today? Don't you have some big bad mission to get along to?"

It's dirty talk, used to rile me up. It works, it always does. You grind in my lap until I'm hard then I pay my credits to have a single second to pretend you're mine in the back rooms. I know I'm not the only person you do this to, not the only clone for sure. I've heard others say your name before, so why... why do I think I'm special to you?

I'm not. I'm always second best.

"We leave day after tomorrow. I... I just wanted to see you again before I left." Stars you're beautiful... please, just sit here for a second, just be with me, don't start your little dance, don't make this end, please.

"Mmm, any plans for tomorrow big boy? I imagine being a soldier has a lot of demand, but surely you can have a little fun, right?" You start to move on me, and I can't help myself.

I grab your hips, making you stop, and for a second I regret it, the look on your face was is so fearful. Please let this work... "Go out with me tomorrow."

"What?" The shocked humor in your laugh makes me feel so small, ashamed of even thinking you'd- "You'd really go out with me? Honey, you know what I do for a living... you'd want to get to know me?"

Your words echo my thoughts, and it hurts to see that. To know that feeling. No one's first choice. I want to make you my last choice, the one I stay with.

"Please... if you don't like me, I get it, no harm and I'll just go. But, well," I feel like a Shiny fresh off the line with how nervous I am, "You're wonderful. I enjoy being around you, I want to know you. Really know you. Go out with me tomorrow."

"Okay..." you don't look sure, like maybe you're waiting for me to pull the rug out from under you, laugh in your face. I want to destroy the people who came before me that made you feel small like that. Your hands lay flat on my chest, I want to hold you closer but I know the rules. I shouldn't even be holding you now. "You sure about this Phantom? It's not just this talkin?"

When your hips dip low against mine, I groan. I've never been so embarrassed about being hard around you. I let go of your hips and help you off my lap, crossing my legs as soon as you're up, "What time should I pick you up?"

Kriff I want to run away. Hide, do anything else, just stop you from seeing me embarrassed like this. You hold your hand under my chin to have me look up at you, giggling a little, "Cute..." okay. I'm handsome. But I'll take cute in this situation. "Why don't you pick me up from my flat around noon? We can have an early date before work, and you can rest well before you have to leave. Sounds good?"

"Sounds perfect," your smile is so genuine and hopeful, and my dick is a traitor, making me squirm under your gaze. I fidget as you punch in your flat number and comm channel into my commlink, and then I snatch it quick, "sorry, uh... excuse me, I have... this. To fix. I'll call you tomorrow when I'm on my way, alright? Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow~"

I think about you the rest of the night...

×××××××××××××

"Hey, I'm almost there, you ready?"

"Yep~" the honey in your voice makes me swoon. "Hopefully you recognize me with more clothes on." I could listen to that giggle of yours for hours.

You're in red and gold when I get there, and I'm already blushing. My colors, you're in my colors, like you belong to me. Maybe I'm not crazy, maybe you really do like me.

It's hard to find a park on this technological wasteland of a plant the jedi call home, but not unheard of. Specter found it first, truth be told, heard a bird singing and followed it for hours before it finally went home. I'm not gonna tell you that, though. It'd be nice if you thought I found it just for you, so we'll keep it that way. By the way your eyes shine, I take this is your first time seeing the little patch of green.

"How'd you find this place?" Shit.

"Oh. Uh..." what do I do? I'm not gonna lie to you, but 'my big brother found it for me' sounds so lame, you'd probably laugh and leave me there. Kriff, you're staring at me now, okay, um- truth it is, stars please don't laugh, "My brother, he told me about it. Said he followed a bird here once."

"That's so sweet. It special, you know, there's not a lot of green on Courascant. Not like home, it's green there year round."

"Kamino's all water, if you can believe that. Different here for me too. Where are you from?"

Before I know it, it's dark. We've eaten all the food Ghost made for our date, plus the ration bars I had in my pack. I've learned so much about you, I think it's safe to say I'm well versed. I feel your weight in my side, and I put my arm around you. This feels natural, feels right... like a fish swimming in water.

My eyes flick to your lips, and tug into a coy little smile as you lean forward toward me. Wait. Wait no way! "Are we about to kiss right now?"

"You are not serious," Your laugh makes me feel small again, that same shock and awe creeping into your laugh.

Your hands go to my face and pulling me closer until I can taste your chapstick on my tongue.

Oh wow... this feels better than any session I've paid for. I hold your cheek, the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer until you take matters into your own hands and sit on my lap. You pull your lips away from mine and I whine, which makes you giggle more, "Well? Every you hoped?"

"I didn't... but you don't kiss clients, why'd you kiss me?"

You bite your lip, carding your hands through my hair with a small sigh, "I don't think you can be my client anymore Phantom."

My heart's in my ass. It fell so fast I'm surprised I didn't die on spot. "I don't want to stop seeing you, please... I won't bother you like this again, just ple-"

You're... kissing me again? I don't know why, but I do like it. When you pull away this time, it's not very far before you whisper, "I kiss my boyfriend, but never a client."

"Boyfriend... me?" Really? Really really? Please, don't toy with me, don't laugh in my face at the hope in my eyes.

But you don't. You lean up and kiss me again, giving me a peppering of them all over my face. It tickles, lights me ablaze with blushing heat, and for once I don't have to hold back. My arms go around you and I hug you tight, laughing with joy, "I'll take it as a yes!"

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc Phantom #clone oc phantom x you #clone oc phantom x reader #sw fic #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic #fanfic

[malkaviian]

me metí a un servidor nuevo hace unos días y antes de ayer estábamos haciendo posts falsos de am i the asshole? con nuestros ocs y la verdad que finnley y chase pongan su propia versión de lo que pasó entre ellos a la vez me causa mucha risa(???)

#finnley: -cuenta lo que pasó desde su perspectiva de que se sintió reemplazado por un cualquiera y abandonado- #chase: -comenta que se sintió traicionado de que su mejor amigo no lo apoyara en finalmente en tener una relación y se ponga 'caprichoso'- #los dos: am i the asshole? #encima como es el internet no va a costar mucho para que identifiquen las similitudes en las historias y conecten a los dos lol #mejor que caspian no use reddit porque sino se va a enterar de muchas cosas que su querido novio le ocultó #como por ejemplo el mínimo detalle de por qué FINN Y ÉL SE DEJARON DE HABLAR DESPUÉS DE QUE EMPEZARON A SALIR #tbf tho; chase es el que suele sentir como el que estuvo mal; finnley no tanto. aunque a veces necesita la confirmación de que no es el mal #ni habla del tema con dali porque ella empieza a las puteadas y con ganas de ir a la casa de chase; romperle la puerta #y bajarle todos los dientes de una piña sola. dali siente Violencia. y aunque él también siente Violencia; realmente no actuaría lol #aunque la idea de verlo sufrir emocionalmente le gusta; especialmente si es por abandono o traición lol. pero; si tiene que pasar que pase #bonus points para dali viendo la publicación de chase y poniendo 'YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE INDEED YOU SICK FUCK TF IS WRONG WITH YOU' dsjfnjds #en fin; nada. drama(? #oc talk