#south park hollow ones kids

[southparkhollowoneskids]

South Park Video Games; exploratory notes

In 'The Stick of Truth', the Goths play Goth Raiders in the LARP campaign of the kids, with horned helmets on top of their normal outfits. This is only after you, as the player character, have joined them to earn their alliance. This requires wearing a full Goth outfit, getting coffee, cigarettes, and 'nonconforming' by playing a DDR mini-game. (Fun Bit, first time I played that, I had a brain-blast and expected the game to reward me for refusing to conform. I immediately lost the mini-game.) The Goth outfit has no useful in-game stats. This clearly indicates the Goths are playing a different game.

In 'The Fractured but Whole' DLC 'From Dusk 'til' Casa Bonita', Henrietta joins you to fight the Vamp Kids overtaking the (last on earth) Casa Bonita, after Mysterion asked you to help save his sister, Karen McCormick, from joining their Clan. THIS ONE. This one reveals SO MUCH useful shit.

First, Henrietta fights with fire magic and LITERAL SATAN, which means she is using an Avatar method of Magic.

Second, Mike isn't the prince of the South Park Toreadors! In a mark of eternal humiliation, it's his Dad, who has been using the Pop Culture Mask technique since 'The Lost Boys'. Clearly, he was embraced at some kind of fan event, and then immediately embraced his family. They probably moved to south park after a particularly revealing accident. Maybe Mike accidentally killed a classmate in their old town, or maybe his Dad drank someone to death.

Thirdly, the South Park Toreadors are powerful enough (if Mike's Dad is helping) to summon the ghost of Michael Jackson to their bidding, so there's a LOT of necromancy potential in South Park.

Lastly, the DLC ends with Karen being saved from the Vampire's influence, Joining the Goth Kids. While this has yet to be referenced again in any of the materials, to my knowledge, this does mean the South Park Goth Kids have a full 5 members, which probably expands their capacity for group ritual work now.

#southparkhollowoneskids #south park hollow ones kids #south park goth kids #south park #world of darkness #vampire the masquerade #toreador #vtm #mta #hollow ones #the stick of truth #the fractured but whole #henrietta biggle #karen mccormick #satan #the lost boys #casa bonita #ttrpg fanfiction

[emilybeemartin]

Just to tie in my two themes this month----

Additional notes, because poll options apparently limit their characters:

Frodo finds great peace in watching the tides rise and fall throughout each day. He attends all the ranger programs on birds and seashells and fills pages with sketches and poetry.

Sam meticulously selects postcards in the gift shop for each of his friends and spends a whole morning writing and addressing them. He also buys Junior Ranger hats for his kids and a variety of Appalachian jams for Rosie.

Park rangers launch a Missing Person search for Aragorn when they realize his car's been parked at Avalanche Creek for three days. The search runs for almost a week before he comes strolling out the opposite side of the park, supporting one of the SAR techs who twisted an ankle during the search.

Legolas is first drawn to Olympic for the towering, mossy temperate rainforests, but the ground goes out from under him when he steps onto Second Beach for the first time. He spends an entire day watching the light and tides shift on the sea stacks, and he leaves feeling both full and hollow, like a bell that's just been rung.

Mammoth is only Gimli's first stop on a cavern tour, followed by Jewel and Wind Caves and Carlsbad Caverns. Wind Cave is his favorite for the unusual formations. He makes an obnoxious tween boy cry in Carlsbad for breaking off a speleothem.

Boromir is on a tour of military parks. He asks so many questions to the intern working the info station at Fort Sumter the kid has to go find the park historian. His favorite site is Vicksburg because that place was buckwild, though he silently judges one of the reenactors for his clumsy handling of a black powder rifle.

Merry also makes stops in Jurassic and Dinosaur National Monuments. He watches every park video, takes selfies in front of all the fossil exhibits, and earns his Junior Ranger badge at each one. He buys a keychain for Pippin.

Pippin actually gets four citations, mostly for trying to stick his hands in mud pots. He doesn't mean anything by it---he's just so delighted and curious about the bizarre landscape. He winds up with several thermal burns and dumps a king's ransom in the donation box on his last day.

Gandalf gets dinged by rangers for not paying the $5 fee for Trunk Bay, but he acts senile until they eventually decide to drop it. He gets postcards from everyone and responds to none of them.

Faramir and Eowyn are traveling together and do many of the same hikes and rides, but they do have some different preferences off-trail. Eowyn drags Faramir to a rodeo and the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar in Jackson Hole, and he goads her into Ranger Shelton Johnson's living history programs on the Buffalo Soldiers in Yosemite.

Eomer is bike-packing on his sport cruiser motorcycle. He goes to Roosevelt south unit for the wild horse herds but ends up spending half a day watching a prairie dog town. He takes 400 photos of them, mostly blurry, and texts them to Eowyn.

#i actually did legit trip planning for this post #whats my choice? #I'm the ranger in Yellowstone who keeps finding Pippin putting his face in the goddamn paint pots #during office hours I follow the updates of the SAR in Glacier #after that I catch up with Faramir in Teton to hike Paintbrush Divide and casually ask what his brother's up to #oh he's going to be at Fort Laramie next week? #you don't say #when I get back to YELL I put in for emergency days off #do i give a damn about Fort Laramie? no #lord of the rings #lotr #frodo #sam #aragorn #legolas #gimli #boromir #merry #pippin #gandalf #eowyn #faramir #eomer #national parks #31 days of national parks

[spooky-month-archive]

Various references and Easter eggs in Spooky Month 5: Tender Treats

Graffiti in the public restroom

Newgrounds logo

(Top to bottom)

An old joke between Sr Pelo and his friends, One Piece reference (text that says 'the One Piece is real!'), that hole, Team Fortress 2 reference (delete Sniper), the Spooky Month team complaining about how they wouldn't finish animating the episode in October, and a reference to Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff ('I told you about the stairs bro')

(Top to bottom)

El Gran Varón lyrics (En la sala de un hospital, A las 9:43), Tweek x Craig (South Park), Portal reference (the cake is a lie)

Stickers on the dumpster referencing Among Us, Neko Arc, My Girlfriend is a Zombie!? (by AnaPijamas) and CONNECTION (by Ao Clover)

Posters used in backgrounds of scenes.

(Top, left to right) Sr Pelo's ghost OCs, El Robaregalos (The Gift Thief), Sr Pelo's 'COMEDY' video, El Obo ( Latino American joke), Box Cutter, and a 'spoiler' for Spooky Month 6: Hollow Sorrows

Kids dressed as Sans (Undertale) and Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin')

More people in costumes referencing various characters

Kenny, Stan, Kyle and Cartman (South Park)

LUCKYBOY

Edd, Matt and Tom (Eddsworld)

Snailchan (Snail's House)

Bojji and Kage (Ranking of Kings)

Anya (Spy × Family)

A character from Helltaker on the poster in the trash can (not specified, possibly Lucifer).

Papel picado hanging on the cables.

Touhou characters (from left to right):

Reisen Udongein Inaba

Marisa Kirisame

Alice Margatroid

Nazrin

The Wii

#spooky month #spooky month 5: tender treats #guests and cameos #miscellaneous #costume guy #lila #jack #john #jaune #skid #pump #bob velseb

[lost-walmartbag]

Stan x Reader S2 pt 4

Warning: Swearing, drinking

Background: After Stan leaves Kyle finds him and tries to help him.

Status: Ongoing

Previous part

Next part

Barging in

Bars are mostly the same no matter the city, state, or even country Stan was in. Not like he ever paid much attention to begin with. Same wooden tables, same shitty stools, same shitty music, hell even some of the people in here looked the same. In the dimly lit corner of the bar, Stan found himself clenching an empty bottle, the weight of his disappointment and frustration seemingly reflected in the hollow glass. With a weary sigh, he lifted his gaze, attempting to pierce through the bartender's veil of indifference, but it seemed futile at this point.

"Another," Stan muttered, his voice bearing the slurred cadence of a man who had sought solace in the bottom of one too many bottles.

"I can't do that..." the bartender replied, avoiding Stan's bloodshot eyes, their reluctance palpable.

Stan's brows furrowed, his inebriation making him more irritable. "I can have ano-"

Before he could complete his sentence, the barstool next to him scraped across the scuffed floor, announcing the arrival of an unexpected interlocutor. Kyle, with a mix of concern and frustration etched onto his face, took a seat beside Stan, their shoulders almost touching.

"Stan, what are you doing here?" Kyle's tone cut through the haze of alcohol-induced haze that enveloped the room. His voice was disappointed but calm, and composed as if he was trying to soothe Stan. The thought that Kyle had used this voice for 4 years with his daughter angered him.

Every time Sarah would turn the TV up too loud or accidentally track mud into their apartment....would Kyle use that voice? The thought made him sick though that could have just been the alcohol he had shoved into his system.

"I don't need your hic questions" Stan replied with a hiccup, his words punctuated by the stinging tang of bitterness. "You've hic done enough."

The tension in the air grew thicker as Kyle's gaze hardened. "What, you think it's my fault you aren't with Y/N?" His voice dripped with venom, each word striking like a venomous dart.

Stan's eyes flashed with an emotion that was part anger, part despair. "No, I blame you for playing daddy with my kid."

Kyle's nostrils flared, and his voice turned sharp, mirroring the edges of his own frustration. "Someone had to do it! Where were you, Stan? Huh? Paris? England? Some fucking beach in Malibu?" His words carried the weight of years of unspoken resentment, hanging heavy in the smoky, dimly lit bar as they stared each other down, two friends-turned-foes caught in the tumultuous crossfire of their choices.

"I would have been there. If she hic had told me I would have been there." Stan said pointing at Kyle and swaying in his stool.

"Stan you left. You left her. Whether you knew she was pregnant or not...you left. How was she supposed to tell you?" Kyle said shifting back into that irritatingly calm voice.

"I...I loved her Kyle...I hic love her...I didn't want to hic go...but I couldn't I couldn't stay." Stan said tearing up which quickly turned to sobs and he buried his face in Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle sighed softly and rubbed his back letting him cry. It was a bit awkward to hold up a grown man as his tears and snot soaked into his jacket but he knew Stan needed it. He looked over to the bartender who in turn gave a sympathetic look.

Once Stan had finally pulled away Kyle got up from his stool and helped Stan onto his feet. "Come on we can sort this out." Kyle helps Stan into his car making sure he was secure before driving to a hotel.

"Where are we hic going?" Stan said looking at the road ahead, but of course, his vision was too blurry for anything to look familiar.

"A hotel. Hopefully, you can sober up there and in the morning we can figure this out." Kyle said as he kept his eyes on the road and his skinny hands on the steering wheel.

Stan frowned. A hotel? In South Park? He might as well sleep in a dumpster behind City Wok. "Why there? Why can't I talk to her now?"

"Because I don't want to risk Sarah seeing you like this," Kyle said. His voice held a calm anger that Stan had never heard before. "She's a good kid Stan. And if she's gonna have her dad in her life it's better for him to not be a drunk asshole the first time he finally meets her."

Stan stayed quiet. Kyle was right. What made it worse is that the realization that he had turned out just like his father was just now setting in.

Once they had pulled up to the hotel Stan stayed a few feet away from Kyle, just watching as he paid the older woman at the front desk for a room. Stan tore his eyes away, looking over at the ticking clock on a wall a few feet away. He never did like clocks with Roman numerals.

He wasn't able to think of his destain for the clock for long. Kyle put the room key in Stan's hand. Stan looked over at Kyle. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. What should he say? Kyle noticed the struggle in Stan's drunken mind.

"Do you think you could make it to the room by yourself?" Kyle asked.

"I think so...thanks."

"It's no-"

"Not just for the room Kyle. For taking care of Y/N when I couldn't." Stan said looking at Kyle with an unreadable expression. "I shouldn't have barged in like I did. Sarah...Y/N they're doing so much better without me. You're Sarah's dad I'm just a fucking sperm donor."

Kyle sighed and ran his fingers through his curls. He shook his head and took the key back from his hand. "You don't know what you're talking about. Come on you clearly can't get to your room by yourself."

Stan wanted to protest but Kyle had already made it a few feet ahead of him in a matter of seconds. Stan followed behind him as Kyle made long strides to get to the hotel room. He was looking straight ahead not bothering to turn back to Stan.

"Do you think that Sarah and Y/N are a burden that I was stuck with?" Kyle said keeping his gaze ahead of him.

"I told you to take care of her.." Stan started but not fully answering the question.

"And I did it because I wanted to. Y/N needed someone. I would have been there even if you never told me anything." Kyle said finally stopping in front of a hotel room and turning to face Stan.

Stan had only one thought in his head. A question. A question he wanted so desperately to ask. Kyle looked into Stan's glossy eyes almost as if he was reading Stan's mind. Maybe he did.

"Yes. I love her." Kyle said making Stan's stomach turn. "But not the way you think. Not the way you love her. Not the way she loves you."

Loves. Present tense. He must have slipped up. He must have. After almost 5 years. Y/N couldn't still love him, but he definitely still loved her.

"Just go to bed, Stan. I'll be back in the morning." Kyle said unlocking the hotel room and turning to leave.

"I don't think that," Stan said.

Kyle stopped in his tracks and turned. "Huh?"

"I don't think they're a burden. But they were my responsibility. You should have been an uncle, not a dad. That's why I'm sorry."

Kyle stayed quiet for a moment, silently studying Stan's face before turning away again. "Goodnight."

Stan looked away and walked into the hotel room. He shut the door behind him and let the cold silence that seemed to follow him everywhere fill the room.

#south park x reader #south park #fanfic #south park x you #stan marsh #x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh x reader

[moonpool-system]

Fictive & other introject source list!

Partway for personal records and partway an invitation to ask us about source/fictive related things! Our system management can make sure no questions are directed at members uncomfortable with answering, so please feel free to engage respectfully regarding source stuff! 💙

While most of our introjects do identify as an iteration of their sourceselves and have the memories to match, please keep in mind that some things about us and our memories might be divergent or completely different from source, and consider that you might get an answer different from what you expect because of this.

Please remember that we don't agree with every single ideal expressed in every single one of these sources! Just because we have fictives from somewhere doesn't mean we're caught up on The Discourse™ or support every sketchy ideology connected to it. Thank you!

Sources marked with a ✨ are our sources most important to the system in some way!

Sources marked with a 🪶 are our sources most important in a different alterhuman context in some way!

And now, on to the list!

🎲 Game sources 🎮

- Celeste ✨🪶

- Splatoon ✨

- Hollow Knight 🪶

- Cookie Run (Ovenbreak & kingdom) ✨🪶

- Kirby

- Danganronpa (All 3 main games) 🪶

- Persona (3 & 5) ✨🪶

- Genshin Impact (note we don't know ANYTHING about this source lmao)

- Pokémon

- Super Paper Mario

- Kingdom Hearts

- Hades

- Sonic the Hedgehog

- The Legend of Zelda ✨🪶

- Octopath Traveler

- FNaF: Security Breach

- Final Fantasy XV

- Solar Ash ✨🪶

- Star Wars: The Old Republic (Considered the same source in-system as regular SW)

- Omori

- Monster Camp

- Portal

- Warhammer (considered the same source in-system as ITEHTTS)

- Dungeons & Dragons

- Rain World 🪶

- Undertale/Deltarune (Considered nearly the same source in-system) 🪶

- Catherine: Full Body

- Slay the Princess ✨

- Cult of the Lamb

📺 TV, movies, animations, etc sources 📽️

- Red vs Blue

- Bungou Stray Dogs 🪶

- Inanimate Insanity

- South Park (we see a kid gettin treated badly and they get adopted. simple)

- Sk8 the Infinity

- Kanata no Astra (Astra: Lost in Space)

- Assassination Classroom

- Mai HiME

- The Promised Neverland (Season 1) (the rest in: books, comics, etc)

- Lucifer

- Steven Universe

- Our Flag Means Death

- The Good Place

- Moon Knight (series)

- Star Wars ✨

- Bee & Puppycat

- Kyou Kara Maou!

- Kung Fu Panda

- O.K. K.O.! Let's Be Heroes

- The Owl House

- Beyblade

- Inuyasha

- Puss in Boots

- If the Emperor had Text-To-Speech (ITEHTTS) (Considered the same source in-system as Warhammer)

- Lackadaisy (have yet to read the comics)

- Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel (Considered the same source in-system)

- Lego Monkie Kid (Sometimes seen as intertwined with Journey to the West source)

- Adventure Time / Fionna & Cake (Considered the same source in-system) 🪶

- The Amazing Digital Circus

- ENA

- Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

📻 Podcast, songs, & theatre sources 🎤

- Rabbits (podcast) 🪶

- REPO! The Genetic Opera

- Addict by Silva Hound

- Collared by Lily Vane

🌘 Mythological sources 📜

- Journey to the West & related media

- Hellenistic mythology 🪶

- Chaos Magick collective deities 🪶

📚 Books, comics, etc sources 🔖

- Warriors ✨

- The Promised Neverland (Season 1 also in: TV, movies, animations, etc. The rest by this source)

- Moon Knight (comics)

🌌 Original Sources 🌊

- [fill out info later]

#pluralgang #plural community #fictive #fictive heavy system #polyplural #polyfragmented #fictive pride #plural pride #exclusionists dni #system infodumping

[littleguyshowdown]

Little Guy Showdown Part II

I had a lot of fun with the first round of polls, so I’ve decided to make the Little Guy Showdown a regular thing!

Final Matchup stars April 30th!!

Rules and Regulations:

1. Previous winners (Kirby from Kirby and Slugcat from Rain World) cannot participate as they’ve already had their time to shine. All previous contenders who have not won, on the other hand, are fair game.

2. The gender neutral version of guy is being used here, so female and non-binary characters who you think fit the little guy mold can be submitted!

3. Please be civil! This is meant to be fun and I don’t want things to turn sour over fictional characters.

Submissions have ended! Thank you to everyone who submitted :)

All matchups are listed below the cut.

Part A, Left Side:

Part A, Left Side:

Part A, Left Side:

Part A, Left Side:

Part A, Left Side:

Olivia Flaversham (The Great Mouse Detective) VS Rizzo the Rat (The Muppets)

Fantoccio (Billie Bustup) VS Perrito (Puss in Boots II)

Cosmo (Cucumber Quest) VS Cameron (Total Drama: Revenge of the Island)

Mono (Little Nightmares) VS Polly Plantar (Amphibia)

Little Buddy (Splatoon) VS Stitch (Lilo and Stitch)

Greg (Over the Garden Wall) VS Principal Nedzu (My Hero Academia)

One One (Infinity Train) VS Yellow Guy (Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared)

Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune) VS Tails (Sonic)

Part A, Right Side:

Spike (My Little Pony) VS Luma (Mario)

Little (RWBY) VS Dustin (The Scarlet Hollow)

Pugsley (Dead End: Paranormal Park) VS Alfur (Hilda)

Wander (Wander over Yonder) VS Boyd Gearloose (Ducktales)

The Collector (The Owl House) VS Phil (The Promised Neverland)

Rasputin (Psychonauts) VS Morph (Treasure Planet)

Sommie (Fire Emblem) VS Waddles (Gravity Falls)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney) VS Pubbycat (Bee and Puppycat)

Part B, Left Side:

Niko (One Shot) VS Gin Ibushi (Your Turn To Die)

Isaac (The Binding if Isaac) VS Hat Kid (A Hat in Time)

Butters Stotch (South Park) VS The Time Sprites (The Under Presents)

Yuki (Wildfrost) VS Ched (Centaurworld)

The Lamb (The Cult of the Lamb) VS Crewmate Baby (Among Us)

TBH (Internet) VS BTW (Internet)

Onion (Steven Universe) VS Piglet (Winnie the Pooh)

B-12 (Stray) VS Wall E (Wall E)

Part B, Right Side:

Space Core (Portal II) VS Maushold (Pokémon)

Bigfoot (Dialtown) VS Kiwi (Wandersong)

Dendy (OKKO) VS Tommy Pickles (Rug Rats)

Frisk (Undertale) VS Monokuma (Danganronpa)

#little guy showdown #okay it’s tagging time #fandom polls #tumblr polls #dead end paranormal park #hollow knight #the owl house #amphibia #the scarlet hollow #billie bust up #South Park #adventure time #kid cosmic #UTDR #invader zim #Pokémon #wandersong #my singing monsters #breath of the wild #stray #cult of the lamb #among us #ahit #the binding of Isaac #ace attorney #sonic #psychonauts #dhmis #my hero academia #the muppets

[jackoshadows]

Here goes a theory I stumbled upon and couldnt believe existed: so aparently George has said in some interview somewhere that "the magic side of asoiaf is the least important and what matters is the real relations between the people of the story" and.... this led to the person concluding that all magic people/people who perform any supernatural power will come to die until the end of the books and that will mean peace will finally reign in westeros. Also, the person considered the way Jon would stay alive despite having some magic of rhollor in himself.

Im still trying to process this theory. Thoughts?

George has said in some interview somewhere that "the magic side of asoiaf is the least important and what matters is the real relations between the people of the story"

Really? I have never come across fantasy writer George RR Martin saying that the magic is the least important part of his story. Can someone send me this interview.

I have read this one though:

And it is important that the individual books refer to the civil wars, but the series title reminds us constantly that the real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man, and not just a version of Henry VII, Tiberius or Louis XI. 

And this one:

Tommy’s me … but no more than all the others. Robb is me in “Song for Lya,” as Dirk is me in Dying of the Light … though Arkin Ruark and Jaan Antony in that one are both me as well. Abner Marsh is me, as his proud sidewheeler Fevre Dream is the excursion boat to Far Rockaway, only the passengers drink blood instead of Kool-Aid. Sandy Blair is J-school me, Peter Norten is chess club me, Kenny Dorchester is me trying to lose weight. Holt in “The Stone City,” he’s the kid lying in the grass, staring up at distant stars. Trager is me on a dark night of the soul, bleeding poison from three wounds named Josie, Laurel, Rita. Jon Snow has me in him, and Sam Tarly. The women too, Lyanna and Shaara, and the girls, Arya and Adara … Daenerys Stormborn, searching for that house with the red door. And Tyrion Lannister? Oh, yes. The Imp is me in spades, the horny little bastard.” 

And this one:

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.

#asks #GRRM

[fkyumerica]

Wed 6:50 PM

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=dvcu8Q7g6Is grapes of wrath was this him in their family. donna's lying husband "disappeared" give me shit money land, her mom got up once and gave her it

10 Best Scariest But Underrated Horror Movies of 2023

fuck yea!!

https://www.tube.com/shorts/tJ0i42-KvNY ffucked her

Las Vegas man who attacked judge returns to courtroom for encing

donna hiner my moms "cousin" hip replacement

a restuarant once they kept saying it

and stalking them

cooked too

me bad im fucking  anyways

kenan thompson yea  heard it right thats kenan thompson

now attack her make her her mother

and hers too bye mallory!

then exorcist attacked

and is her mother

with kenan

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=G5opaCdxjdE she fucked all of them

The Brutality Of PIGGY

her family members, descendents

it shows who

that is grapes of wrath guy swimming with her

they will go up to fuck any guy, piggy girls do

hipster guys ed the araea

what fat ass wives started to die

they are inbreds

and had kids

then too

with them too

i dunno i had some fat wife i dont remmeber

and they hide them

in areas behind them

rivers

where ever

mountain

know where too

and now they can come in and have r shit. i said it they did it-piggy

now get out

had 8 boys with her, married 8 of her inbred boys

her adughter who lived with her

she lost 50lbs in 3 days

guys will kidnap them to have 8 of his girls at once again, van scene

and the guy at 10:42 they all looked like that ng when they did it

i got 8 girls. now.

michael kelso

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=xunRY4end80 they cut their tits off over and over again

The Brutality Of FEED

and inject them nonstop in sex

they tase everyone too

they fuck each roll and leave

had 17 in one country

drives nonstop

so does the rest of his family

to fuck her too

then surgery

flew up

stand there 14 days

chained them all together

dresses

sleepy hollow

next one

nicole ricci

are her eyes

she has to fuck the food and eat jewelry for him to take it out too in surgery

or skinny for a while wtf

is it a guy

sometimes

a necklace out of her chest

grease

movie

was that it

5:29 uncle joey

if  go with me girls  will be fat

shallow hal was after

their surgery for weight loss

29 again

wow 4

group of them say it never mess up

draco malfloy is him or his family

in germany feed r mom look it

dunno

and his dad, mick smiths gun shops

got him

smith

it is amanda

and amber

the fake chinese prostitute

what gibson was

gimmie some

look at her black inbred with her at the end

nurr

her porn

on her phone

saw it

https://www.tube.com/shorts/ImTC927DGiQ this is what it looks like when they heat mercury on me, it was brian

They're about to catch the ghost 🤣#kdrama #shorts

they made fun of me each time they see me, jen would

that weird south park thing on the plane ride

getting old

she went old

he was the great kali wrestler

no we play on your toys

people had ramps

to run up and down to get big

she had to fuck 8 men to get one night with one

for her daughter she was prengnat with to fuck it and the face was after

kiss her feet was it

maury show

every time

cut ones dick off in every town

Everyone Bully This Hunchbacked Boy but He Becomes Too Handsome After Pumping out The Pus

then that weird gay fuck to get bigger

and we're bigger and we're bigger

then they inject shit out their bodies into those fetuses

and give the mom a chance to run while pregnant

make her big

keep cumming in her got her pregnant too

the kid and again i dunno

really deformed one

and out of the infant, like an animal

and that on e is born fucking her too

giant obese women mothers are it

cant get up

then giant fucks her pregnant since

and i got 25

with uncle jessee

and filipino prostitutes

vietnam war

got ya

we grab it its mine nom

give me it

now

mcdonalds was it too cant open your mouth that big to eat

kids

we saw him though

i dont care

stop talking about him

pregnant got him

not

who cares

him

8 go at him shoot all of him

and shoot the kids its alive

her pregnancy

took one out put another on

in

knew it they talked about it

giant did

one that was already alive

infant

kenan thompsons then were 83 year old women, 30 years ago

they will always stay as retarded as they were when they were 12

j-los all wear masks

and they fuck for 4 days nonstop

her asleep

pregnant with giant shit in her

same everytime

two and i leave

whaaat

wants me

im back

again

more

kids in house

whoa1

The Brutality Of MEN

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=k-Of3m5ZeD0 the weird south park thing plane ride, old to young again, get a plane ride rob a bank with other people too and make a new town

The Brutality Of GERALD'S GAME

she went old

he was the great kali wrestler

no we play on r toys

people had ramps

to run up and down to get big

she had to fuck 8 men to get one night with one

for her daughter she was prengnat with to fuck it and the face was after

woops

they wont get up and walk

and drag her to her

learned more

those men did it too

death in the family

see what it does

touch them

they listened to giants that were not their family

retarded

sargeants in full metal jacket

his dick was over the top of her pelvic bone doing it

and he pulls it out over it too

the fetus

to be animal on all fours

bred

it is called

14 generations after, agent orange

looking

jackie kennedy was about 15 more

and the claytons

88

i will shoot  is all of them

next generation

says wont

but does

next one, their inbred, will give her too

fuck her

it has to be one of them to do it too

men jealous wanted to be one

to have all the girls

no one had dads dont lie

its him in joker

new movie

married to lady gaga wtf

a date whatever fuck

says it to everyone

now its a party

they show a dead skeleton one

he only dick holds it in

tip

and injects cum

then over puts it in

belly button hole to umbilical cord

and does the same

he will think he did it in 3 days

and scared old woman just saw it again

they are insane they go out and look

dont do it for r lives

she said no

and what tent of gum acid to fuck one

then they have those eyes

vinne guys do

to keep it there

to protect them

giant angels right

no she is one

the gayest most beautiful people they will ever meet

and she wont live with us still

no police

fuckkkkkkkk

my world just ended

nooooooooo

kill me i was always a drug addict

and with her emily

isnt her plastic surgery

that guy wanted to fuck

clayton

kill him

bleached him, inbred, bleached her

stole the infant

the guy screams after

and since

on every phone

get the fuck off it

land lines

and no wi fi lan dline to all of them

one will not be hooked up again

take down all the phone lines

14 kids each under 5

big eyes injected at the end could only do it to one, and contacts

deedee wanted to look it

sht

on the side

the weakest people alive the gays look at them touch each fother

and be at peace with each other

never felt it yet

calm

13:33

touching his dad

wtf

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=Oyr14TRb7lY it was buildings for everyone to live in

In the Past, Mysterious Creatures Invade Earth & Killed All Humans, But Except Humans Who Can't See

no jo re shooting them all

i had the gay boy haircut

that would mate as a infant

with a older woman

so did leon

10:26

fake she just gave birth

scissors

use her

put r kids in

put r kids in jo

oh no

she left after for her life

i dunno a house

shoot two kids too how hard is it

didnt look related

he was gya

their dad was gay

of the kids

vinnie and lydia

their grandpa was him in the house

and how they gay said it

died a painful death

i dunno

wouldent look at her again

leons mom inbred

sarah mated

brought them in

douglas her son at 5 did it to her

leon beat him

btk

to do it

chris married him too

there were 9

omg the love birds!

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=5F-sT2e1-l8 not many people would do this but she did

They Get ATTACKED By Sharks While Tourists Can't Do ANYTHING But WATCH - RECAP

to have people killed

mary queen of scots

mimi?

:10

constant party in water

sharks come

it was 4 every mile on beach

a day of people

allowd

lake michigan

it comes over

they would shit and piss

people are gone!

it was them too

wtf while we're in the water?

!

chyna doll was 144lbs at 5ft8

im gonna be it

again

she just did it, i got his super bowl ring and hit him in the eye

yea its my wife, he got all the rides

never saw his dad

believed it

didnt know

and hey leon

my dick

mark henry was cody

he did it with her

agnes. lied

was ms.stedmon

and ms.sick

and ms.alters

ms.edmonds

every school secretary principal

woman

no cant go together different grade

so he would fail

my dad was a asshole i didnt want to marry one of those men

tall skinny faggots

his mom made him fat when she got pregnant

his wife

my mom

and

i didnt wanna talk about her again

or them

but it was this

listen to someone or  wont get married

none of those guys were nice

and still stalked at me

she wont like them

and middle group of men was the same as the women

and those women whou could of been big fucked up

and died

walked with a guy who wasnt their grandpa one day

fucked up

and too much

wouldent look at him to learn

didnt talk to them either to not look

so

bye

and i found out what they all were by lying for 4 days

while my mom was pregnant kept walking around

well i dunno about him

she said yea and his mom found her again

so did he

didnt move

and her grandma stayed by her

and her

talking to me too

theyre all what?

other families looking to marry boys

and the girls

talked to anyone

so did the boys

listen to their dads

the old won

we know the world

chyna doll!

didnt win us yet

or its china

i did

jo's dad kept throwing her

to not get knocked out

till she got up and flexed

to marry a bigger blacker guy

and it didnt happen

lost her to

a man

and jo got up to crazy fight the giant blacks anyways

wont pin

old lady movement

they are it

nonstop they had to complain and fight at everyone

first it was rape

then

eventually from gays

fighting

fought us doesnt want us

i still dont want   hit me

a lot of people lost parents to it

mating around

any age

cheating

pregnant again knew to do it till that

and then

whoa

then i watched clockwork orange

and it looked like clayton at the beginning of the movie

jo didnt watch him that night

scottish showed up

band at her wedding

to jim

i threw her and she stayed down

then said jim  got the digits kill her

and he attacaked malcom

then i attacked jim, then he said no that was my dad

that molested me

too

then i attacked his dad

eddie guerrero watched

adn malcom

his dad said hit him in the face

he killed both

stand there

hit me

hard to look

hit him back and scratch him up

someone said it

this was gohan again

noooooooooooooooo

i had to be as big as a man or this wasnt going to happen

r dad did that and didnt marry him to

no my dad did this to me

malcom taught me to rape her

i did jump her off

malcom!!

ryan screamed deuce!

and she lost her job

haha aww

she said it

and had vans on for a guy to kick my ass in school

steve

mike was herr

ex too? ceeceterr

we raise each others kids too

and pop their acne and bathe with them half underwater

boy or girl

they are that gay or not

they didnt want me to walk around alive

ryan knew it from when she was alanis morresette

showed her pussy to lynn

her mom

who inbred too

jim is him

did it

whoa shes huge

again

84 of her

town is it

chris said she was crying

and a fred jumped on me scratching my face

didnt listen to him

all the old women were that stupid

nonstop cat fight

guys killed guys to kill their wives to drag them back home

tonight anyways where, inbred with older

and if any of them died too bad

i double deuce killed him

give me a kitty litter crystal

put it in his eyes two hits he is knocked out

left fast

needed it after

dope addict

thinks he can come at me to fuck me after

bjork shit in this house

her kid with jim wsa her

raping anne marie too

ring

birth stone inside pink bear

go to him

then she was avril lavigne then julie

erin burna, gingersnaps

and there were 15 of her too

one mom how many  have

its that

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=1Nrxw24Z_Ds steve grabbed my ass

Top 30 Moves of Chyna:

and courtney fucked him too

molly holly

and married corey

she kept saying his name was sean fucking him in a car

1:45 biggest i ever was in wrestling

if  keep killing them i will teach  it

my grandpa got bigger than my dad ever was

after i was born

then next one the day after

after sex

judo

was me the whole time

hey jo i wont look

she screamed for her life

then screamed on dope after OOOH

i want it

kitty crystal eyes

they called it that

some car ride

made them retarded after

like riding the wooly mammoth

first time on that much dope

never got that high again

whose that friend

i got 85 jos whatever bee bop a loo

i let these people live i dont care go be gay go to a sports game

know where his dad broke his neck last night

wasnt good

kill him

they were always allowed to say it

if they run at  they think they fuck

midgets

crrotch grab

had their nuts tied

i dunno again baby

maybe she'll be hot

mr.ass gave ricky the surgery at 5

plyers

they go to the beach and knock me out

they put nuts in r food to see them being killed

did she see the nuts

molly holly did

everyday

tim hortons

whoa

my nails

are for it

and why he married me to him

his dad listened to me

r dad wont

make him listen to me

they just ran off every time

had him farm

now hes got bamboo

so i hit him with it

and he raped him when he was nger

to not listen to his mom and stay with him

it was so i wouldent be pretty and stay too

so no one would come over

then grabbed him

and raped him too

twiggy

and i saved him

just did it once

then

knife at his throat or was his dick and face dhim to me

figure out what im doing now

said it like 20ft from me

now  fuck other girls to show  want her

no!!

i grabbed his knife and had to suck it

it was his dick

another boy kissed him on the mouth

or hey

nuts

UHH

hey she got off to me now i get to fuck her

and now milk off her

it was about me, then a animal

me and him next

both like it

shows his wife right

no usually my wife is there

a man was

now fuck him to find out

it was too dangerous to live

then get together with her

constant sex

after

it took him 3 days to get a knife

they came over at him

https://www.tube.com/shorts/LyfvUd7Steo david said show r dick

How Cannibal Tribes Hunt Humans! #joerogan #storytime #jungle

them doping people is it,

left to right, tonight we are young singer/steve, new it clown/barney/dan mitchell/mitchell brisboi/timmy, and 2pac/john

kiss em

fuck em

eat their face

biting it is it

if they do it in sex they found us

arbys turkey gyro and curly fries

fk yea

https://www.tube.com/shorts/Bdd7PtoooME they each have a whale

The Mystery of the Bowhead Whale's Longevity

i dont care moby dick

the whale said i dont care i love easter island, a gay pet can be a deformed man god

whered they go

how easy is it to steal it when its born

its following me

no it isnt

the eye they wanna see

evil eye was that

turkish

swim in

around around around

#Youtube

[kiaranovastar]

A short biography

I was born to a Lithuanian mother and an Irish father. I was born in Lithuania but moved to Ireland as a baby. My early childhood was relatively happy although I was sexually abuses.

I moved from the south of Dublin to the north at a young age. First we lived in a really bad area and our car was stolen. Then we moved to the countryside.

My living conditions were horrible. We lived in a mobile home for a few years before building a house. My father abused me.

As well as that I was bullied by adults a few times. When I was 4 I was chasing chickens around in a park trying to pet them. I caught one and put it into a fence but its wing got stuck so I tried to take it out. An angry woman came over and put her face right up to mine and started speaking in a menacing tone about how she's seen me harassing the chickens, and ended with 'If I see you go near another animal...'. Yes, to a 4 year old.

When I was around 5 me and my brother were going to music lessons we were playing in the neighborhood while waiting for our mother to lock the car. An old woman came up to us and gave out saying she's tired of kids like us causing trouble in the neighborhood and told us to get out.

When I was 6 years old I was playing on my own lawn when a woman drove in (she had some business with my mother). She brought her face up to mine and told me that I have no right to be playing on people's lawns and told me to get off the lawn.

When I was 7 or 8 I was hit by my neighbor friend and I hit her back. Her mother told me to apologize to her and I just walked away.

Then came my school. I moved school in senior infants. It seemed like a good school but you will see later that it was not quite as it seemed. One day when I was 6 a boy was jumping on the teacher's (Mary's) back and another boy hit him in front of me. The teacher turned around and decided to blame me. She asked 'Did you hit him?' over and over again and each time I said no, until I had no choice but to say yes. She put me on timeout and I called the boy that hit him stupid. Then when the president Mary McAleese came to visit, the teachers told her. I was there to greet her along with the boy that was hit. Mary McAleese refused to shake my hand. Later she spread a rumor that I tortured a black boy and called a mentally challenged looking boy stupid.

I was unaware of all this. My childhood still stayed relatively happy until later. When I was 8 I was playing with my toy and a bully said 'Stop doing that, you're acting like a baby' and I said 'Actually, you're acting like a baby'. She told the teacher and she made me apologize to the bully. I could have told her that she said it first but I witnessed a similar situation before and she shouted at the boy that talked back even more and I wanted her to stop shouting at me (I have autism) so I stayed quiet.

I had a nice friend group but that year they all (4 of them) transferred to different schools.

Sometime around the age of 11 a boy in my school touched my breasts.

I think word of Mary McAleese's rumors reached my father because I started getting moody and my eyes started getting hollow, and I think this was around the time my jaw dislocated. I think he was beating me and raping me more badly but I didn't remember it. I remember him pinning me to the floor and threatening me. The kthala told me that he was abusing me with Satanists.

This prompted me to write a series of comics full of rude jokes inspired by South Park when I was 11 and word eventually got to my teachers. The teacher shouted at me in front of the whole class. Obviously this also reached Mary McAleese. I think they were spreading rumors that I drew child porn but at the time I didn't even know what sex was.

When I was 12 I had just joined an internet forum and received a barrage of abuse by a flamer known as Sparx.

When I got into secondary school I had 2 passions; Art and Japan. I was drawing all the time and tried to learn Japanese from the age of 12 but didn't know how to do it properly so I didn't learn it properly until later at around 17.

[[[At home my father was controlling me. He set parental controls at half an hour of computer time a day, and as I lived in the countryside I had nothing else to do. Talking to friends, anime, other entertainment, art (which I was really passionate about), I only had half an hour to do it each day. For the rest of the day I did things such as play video games, doodle and listen to Linkin Park. When I got a laptop in my own room my father would constantly steal it from me.]]]

I was extremely stressed as a teen because [[[since my pre teens my father would constantly make me work for him which consisted of farm and factory work. When I got older I was trying really hard to do art and Japanese (my dream was to be an artist in Japan) while doing well at school while he forced me to work for him for free. I was determined to get out of the house as soon as possible. I worked non stop every day with little leisure time. My father would force me to go to bed at 10 and turn the upstairs electricity off. Little did I know that he was drugging me with ketamine and raping me in my sleep. I got brain damage and started developing spots. I think he might have injected testosterone into me as well.]]]

In school I was always nice and quiet. I used to be boisterous amongst my friends when I was younger but developed crippling shyness. My friend group was ok but they made a lot of distasteful jokes. I had some good friends there though.

I think Mary McAleese was spreading rumors about me because my social media accounts never got many follows.

When I graduated from secondary school I thought I was free. I went to UCC but got put in with the party animals. My room was right next to the living room, the walls were paper thin and they partied every day. I couldn't concentrate on anything so I spent most of my time on Facebook instead of drawing and studying Japanese. I developed tinnitus from trying to listen to music over the chatter. That summer I became extremely unwell.

My second year of university was even worse. I was placed with abusers. They smoked cigarettes and drugs and the apartment smelled of cigarettes. I eventually got them to stop but they verbally, psychologically and emotionally attacked me and emotionally raped me. I managed to get out halfway through the year but my new house had a very gloomy dark green room and a table too small to put my drawing tablet on. I was extremely depressed while suffering from PTSD and the only thing keeping me alive was my year abroad in Japan. That summer while on holidays in Lithuania I volunteered to teach English at a summer camp which was a good experience.

I went on a year abroad to Kyoto and joined a Yosakoi dance team. My host family's location was inconvenient so I moved to an apartment close to university, but the insulation was bad and it was right next to a busy road so it was very bad for my mental health. Just before I started Yosakoi I was in a shop paying and an old man came up behind me and muttered down my back, 'Hurry up, you scum, scum of the Earth', over and over.

By the time I joined the Yosakoi team I was severely traumatized, so while I really enjoyed it, my trauma was catching up to me. I tried to befriend a guy who I thought I liked (I didn't really have feelings for him, I just thought I did because I didn't remember his face and I wanted to be around someone who would protect me). I accidentally confessed that I had feelings for him (not with the intention of dating him, just because I thought he should know) and he started spreading a rumor that I loved dicks. (More on this man if you scroll down)

I usually had crippling shyness so I tried to be outgoing, but it didn't go very well and many found me annoying.

I fell in love for the first time. I met a man called Yohei and we didn't talk much but it was nearly love at first sight. However he had a girlfriend so anything beyond friendship was impossible...

I was so traumatized by now that I had severe brain fog and body dysmorphia. I bought a brown coat but felt uncomfortable in it so I went around looking for a new one. I was afraid of standing out, I didn't want one that was tacky, I didn't want to pay too much for it and I was terrified of receiving abuse again. I was afraid to ask for help because I didn't want to make a bad impression. I didn't want to be seen in the coat so I put off hanging out with my friends in college. Before I knew what I was doing I ended up spending 2 months looking for one and it ended up on the news. I don't know how it happened, it probably had something to do with Mary McAleese (I heard that she told everyone that I was trying to ruin the world), but it ended up on international news and everybody in the world knew about it. One day people were taking pictures of me and harassing me. Soon, nearly every person that passed me in the street was calling me names. This never ended. When I went back to college after the break the whole college was laughing and making fun of me. I had to hide in my room for the whole year. I don't know why it took me so long to find a coat but I think someone was mind controlling me.

I stayed alive because I was too brain damaged to look at the situation objectively. I had tried so hard to get here and I was just holding onto the hopeless dream of being an artist/ mangaka in Japan. I had never had the chance to live and had come this close to finally living it. Also at the time I didn't know that it had spread all around the world and was hoping that I could live once I got out of Japan. Also later, after a failed suicide attempt, my father told me that if I died it would ruin my mother's life. I was desperately hoping that the abuse would die down. Being the hero didn't work out. I think the AI's running the simulation also stopped me from being able to kill myself.

My dance team was also bullying me. They taught me a word that they said meant 'I'll cut you down' but much later I found out that it meant to rape. This bullying plateau'd in the summer trip when everyone was talking loudly about me (saying mean things) including right in front of me. They hadn't put me into a room, and I was told to sleep in a men's room. They brought me around all the men's rooms until they found one. I think I got raped that night. The next day a member (Jukujo) chased me down the hallway stark naked and another member (Luna) filmed it.

Also, at one of the dance festivals I think I was drugged and raped. Two members (Shigenyan and Jukujo) came into my hotel room at night and gave me something strange to drink. I went to bed after that. I think something happened after that but I'm not sure.

I was afraid of talking to Yohei in public because I didn't want to put him in danger. However I really wanted to talk to him so when I thought he wanted to meet me in private on college campus at night I waited all the time.

Before I went back to Ireland I visited South Korea and Vietnam. I wanted to try going out and was hoping that I wouldn't be harassed. Unfortunately I was harassed just as much but I managed to go out and have a good time.

Back in Ireland I was still getting harassed. Again I couldn't go out and ended up having to drop out of college (I thought it would be temporarily). As well as that I heard the builders outside talk about me non stop.

At home I still couldn't go out so I tried to focus on art. But the abuse was making it hard for me to draw and I couldn't draw well.

I tried to commit suicide many times but couldn't. I had a severe fear of death.

Since going to UCC was too difficult I tried studying animation at IADT instead but the students in my course were really bad bullies (for example I heard one girl say that my (who had been nothing but raped all my life) life would be a porno).

At the end of 2019 I started getting harassed by voices threatening me 24/7. This started just after a failed suicide attempt. I was going to try to make another suicide attempt the following day but they started making threats on my family and friends so I couldn't die anymore. Near the end of this horrific period I decided to try to ignore them, forgive the Japanese and work towards getting back to Japan and bear the voices. It was my dream after all. After I started ignoring the voices they got more aggressive and started threatening to torture me for the rest of eternity.

Then, one morning the threatening voices stopped and nice voices started talking to me. They claimed to be aliens from the future called kthala and they said that this event (the event in Japan) caused something worse than the holocaust and Yohei and I saved the world. But we couldn't save it completely so the kthala went back in time to stop it from happening. They gave me telepathic communication with someone claiming to be Yohei. They said they would protect me and that I had to pack up for the airport and wait for Yohei to come and pick me up, over and over. This lasted for a year and a half and he never came. Then someone injected me with methamphetamine and I ended up in the hospital...

The hospital was hell. I was recovering from the methamphetamine injection and couldn't sit still or concentrate for months. I was being raped (but my memories of it were repressed) and people were calling me all sorts of names. The kthala were lifting me up by telling me all about Heaven and my role as a future Goddess because I wanted to die, but sometimes they would say horrible scary things as well. You can scroll to read more about my time in the hospital.

Now I am still in the hospital and conditions have improved considerably, but the voices are still there.

[southparkhollowoneskids]

So like

If I progressed on this project, should I make, like, a web comic of the plot, or should I make character sheets for M:tA of the goth kids?

#southparkhollowoneskids #south park goth kids #south park hollow ones kids #mage the ascension #is anyone even going to answer this #world of darkness #fanfiction

[the-sunshine-dims]

I posted 3,597 times in 2022

That's 2 more posts than 2021!

193 posts created (5%)

3,404 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@emphasis-on-the-oopsie

@stillebesat

@theatresweetheart

@djpurple3

@spinaroos-47

I tagged 544 of my posts in 2022

#fin speaks - 147 posts

#toh spoilers - 121 posts

#toh - 53 posts

#thanks to them spoilers - 40 posts

#the owl house - 34 posts

#the worm house - 30 posts

#jwcc spoilers - 26 posts

#fin liveblogs - 23 posts

#self reblog - 20 posts

#jwcc season 5 - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#even if people have the oportunity to see my past fandom sins (*cough cough* south park *cough cough*) i just dont like moving all my stuff

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

three seconds

After months of inactivity i present you a fic for a different fandom becuase it emotionally wrecked me

ao3

Words: 1355

Summary: Hunter runs from the owl house

Contents and Warnings: hollow mind spoilers, hunter angst, ambiguous/open ending, implied/referenced child abuse,

_____

It took exactly three seconds for everything to crash down onto Hunter.

 Every horror, every emotion.

 And the terrifying realization that his unc- Belos, wanted to kill him.

Three seconds and he couldn’t breathe. trying desperately to get air in his lungs but it just didn’t work , he felt like was choking and he ripped his cape off- the cape he had held beloved only mere hours earlier- and just stared at it in abstract horror, the sudden taste of bile mixed with dirt overwhelming his senses.

 He needs to run.

 He needs to hide .

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48 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

i grief ordered a flapjack plush right after thanks to them aired from the mystery shack and its so funny because

man looks like everyone did, we all coping dhdh

51 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#3

ah yes, the episodes after kings tide, their actually my favorite <3

85 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#2

what kind of monster

Ao3

Words: 5.8k 

Summary: “Sometimes people just aren’t good”

Hunter, knew that,

 But what did that mean for him, who even after everything, still missed belos?

(or: Hunter, after thinking about it for a while, asked Eda a question, and then promptly internalized the answer. but eventually, it all comes to a head, and he gets comfort and some more answers that he may not know what to do with, but will help him cope in the future)

Contents and Warnings: minor injury, hunter angst, lots of mentioned child abuse and manipulation, panic attacks, abuse mindset, hurt/comfort, happy ending, post-season two finale, minor character death (belos),

______

“Sometimes people just aren’t good”

That answer had repeated in Hunter's brain on loop for days.

 He still didn’t know how to feel about it.

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91 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i’m never ganna stop crying about the fact that becuase eda never taught king to call her mom litterally everytime he just calls her her name it has the same meaning, like at least at first he probably learned her name through other people calling her it, and then her calling herself that, so little baby king was just like “:] yeah that’s eda” with the same weight as “:] yeah that’s my mom” becuase thats how kids work, to him eda is just interchangable with mom, becuase eda is his mom, and his mom’s name is eda.

and that is what she is to him, she raised him, she always looked out for him, she always protected him, she even managed to get a human to help her out when king lost his burgerqueen crown, becuase it mattered to king, so she did everything she could to get it back.

she is his mom, she just doesnt call herself it, so king never calls her it. also even once he realizes ‘yes he once had a biological parent’ he only even considers his dad, he doesnt even acknowledge that he probably had a mom too, becuase in his mind, that role’s taken already.

like shes literally just his mom, she raised him since he was a hatchling, she always took care of him, she even had one of those ‘becuase i said so’ moments in season 1 with him acting like a son would, groaning and pouting before going along with it anyways  also i know this is already probably pretty well known becuase he literally changed his name to king clawthorn which from the scene has the weight of adoption.

but still, everytime he calls eda ‘eda’ its the same as him calling her ‘mom’ and that is making me emotional. 

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[mamapetersen]

Eulogy for Mom

Author Jamie Anderson said:

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

My mom was love. A kind of love that is difficult to describe and totally unique. A mother’s love without falter.

So when my mom told me in October last year how sick she was I wept. I knew. She knew. We cried over the phone together.

Her illness and treatment was not fair, or kind, or easy. She endured it though, to try and steal time from death, to try and slow the plow. She wanted only more time with her kids, her husband - all of us.

Her family was cobbled together over a lifetime, like her many collections of copper cookware, hair accessories, trinket boxes, and blue and white dinner plates; she collected her family members in many ways and loved them all. Even the difficult ones, especially the difficult ones.

My mother worried she was never a good enough mother, she worried about Mickey’s health and about the well being of her friends. She worried about others because of her deeply rooted compassion and empathy. She worked at the local Senior Center in Escondido as a way to pay back life for her fortunate outcome, and to serve others and her faith in a direct and positive way. She was not a saint, she’d complain about all manner of office politics to me when we’d chat, we’d laugh at most of it, even the most irksome things. But she went every day she was needed and often even when she wasn’t just to be there.

My mom gave so much. She wasn’t always perfect, but she never stopped trying to be better. She raised her three kids and then gained three more kids whom she loved and tried to be there for and we all gave her in-laws and grand kids and eventually great grand kids. She was mom, Nancy, Gigi and Grandma, and she was strong, stubborn, funny and smart.

Two short years ago I moved with my husband and kids and cats from North Carolina to Oregon. We decided driving the car from coast to coast was the most cost effective way to get it there. So, not wanting her baby to drive alone, mom insisted on coming with me.

I took the opportunity to make it a road trip to remember. Finding things to do and try and see that made it more than a perfunctory transport of our car, and instead made it a cross-country adventure. We had a fancy steak dinner in West Virginia coal country, we went on a zip-line tour of the Mega Cavern in Louisville, Kentucky.

We stopped at roadside shops and attractions in Virginia and Indiana.

We visited family and friends in Chicago and stopped at a museum in Iowa and stumbled upon one of mom’s favorite places, the origin store for American Picker’s.

We had an odd night in Sioux City Iowa at a Howard Johnson that seemed run by the inept and apathetic and then a wonderful breakfast with one of my friends in Vermillion South Dakota. Then we went antique-ing, because why not?

We saw the badlands, Wall Drug, Mt. Rushmore, Bison, Custer State Park, the Black Hills, and the most extraordinary sunset. I took her up in a helicopter and down a 2000 ft slide.

We visited friends in Denver and Utah and she made the trip more interesting by forgetting small bits of her diabetic supplies in a few different states. We took a drive out onto the Bonneville salt flats and did a few donuts just because we could.

In Reno we relaxed at a spa and stopped in Tahoe to reminisce about my wedding before rendezvousing with family in San Francisco for sushi and shopping in Little Tokyo.

Lastly, before we headed to Portland to finally see my new house, we had a night in Ashland and saw a performance of the Odyssey by the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. She had done a paper on it her senior year in high school and had a love for the story and deep understanding of all the parts. I had no idea. She truly loved the show and it made her so happy.

She was my first house guest in my first house. She was my friend, my hero, my champion, my partner-in-crime. She was mom, and the best one I could have hoped for.

I would like to end with a poem I wrote:

You’re still here

In my heart and mind

My thoughts and words

My actions and memories

You’re still here

In all I do and think

With my kids and friends

At home and while I work

You’re still here

Keeping me safe

Laughing with me

Smiling with me

You no longer wipe away my tears

Because I cry for you

You no longer hug away my fears

Because I miss you

Yet when I feel loved

When I see the silly we used to enjoy

As I wander a garage sale

You’re still here

With me in songs we loved

In times we shared

In memories we made

You’ll always be right here

[djgwritings]

At the Mother-Daughter Thrift Bin Dance

Man walks a long road w/a long flag pole like a cane. Man said to tell him to move his big ol' behind. The all knowing / annoying. Annotations to a celebration. I sit in the car and await another's far off transaction. He thought I was up to something. Watched the tiny spider from cilantro. Hollow drum sound teeth chomp gum pound. Open door slowwlllyyyy. Doc. was awkward after peering into orange mouth. To the right is the impression of an "X." Marking nothing but caught my attention. Woman w/suitcase on head is going south against traffic flow. Sweep the leg in a dream - trash can topples. Prophets shared. Butterflies scorched in the sun. In the acid pits of stomachs they flourish. The Hi-Def rights to defend. Green goo on the snow top. Fat black parking lot birds piecing together a nest of plastic as I continue on a path of this push button life. For the wheel. For the plow. For the ladder. For the cow. Returned a lighter found in the bins. I didn't want a child to get it, most adults as well. He was confused with me. Nothing to it. I pulled out into the street and stopped for the garbage truck doing a 180. Right of way is all his. I didn't feel like crushing my can today, kicking the down spout. "SURVIVE" is scrawled in black spray on plywood storefront. A backdrop for your graduate? Who is that kid in the photo? They're talkin' '80s hair metal favorites all the same. I can talk shop to some degree, but never like this. One of 'em is my age ... with seven children. I nearly spat a burger looking out the little window as if I’m recognizing cars. Look to the left on the exit ramp and four men huddle around another man. What kind of confrontation, as a dog looks on to be included? They are in prayer. Hands on shoulders and back. One man, a man's length away, sits on a crusty bucket holding a sign. I can't read it, but the triangular traffic island has been read and lived-in. I’ve had visions. Man load's a van in the parking lot on the next stop. I avoid all eye contact as I've just watched "The Silence of the Lambs" for an umpteenth time. I do my best homework at the movies. Archaic computer diagnostic signage. Handpainted. Many misspellings. I applaud it over any new Apple product or moonshot. Giant shark swims in the bin next to a passing grade wire sculpture portrait. Hedge-clip the copyright and call it good night.

[mistresspotterhead]

The American Ymbryne- Chap. 1

Alma Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: Yelling, slamming hands on a table, being outed (kind of)

Words: 1,900 on the dot

A/N: Wow, this took a lil bit. Alma doesn’t appear until the very end of this chapter, but she’ll be in the next one a lot. Everyone has been so kind, and that has helped a lot <3. Also: Miss Saker indicates the type of bird you are, not your given name. I hope you guys like this. 😊😊😊

Tags: @itsonlydana @evil-feather @merci-bitch @multimilfs @escapetodreamworld @gay-and-sad-tm @multifandomfix @romanottsmaximoff @n0thing-is-real-exe​ @theaudreymere 

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In a strange way, Cairnholm reminded you of the Chicago loop you and your wards had just fled from. They were both very dreary, cold, and, from what you could tell from those on the ferry, the people would rather be anywhere else. 

“M-miss Saker? I’m cold.” The bundle of talking coats shivered next to you. 

“I know, Astrid. We’re almost there, though.” You sighed and looked out toward the slowly approaching coastline. Your surviving children, Elina, Alexander, Leonard, and, of course, Astrid, all huddled closer to you. You stared at Cairnholm for a while longer, until the ferryman’s voice suddenly called out.

“Alright everyone, ‘ere we are! The… lovely… Cairnholm!” He steered the small ferry over to the somehow smaller docks, and you led your children out.

“Is everyone here? Astrid, Leo, Elina, Alex?” David, Beth-Anne, Lisa, Frankie, June, Stefanie, Josef, Alice, Rosie, Reggie. You suppressed the urge to call out their names as well. 

“Yes, Miss Saker,” they called in long-suffering voices- you were very adamant about attendance. It was good to see something was normal.

“All right then. Leo, can you see where the loop is? And Alex, are there any other peculiars near?” Ah yes, your diviners. It was very lucky for all of you that they were two of those that survived the wight’s invasion of your loop. 

Your Chicago loop near the Art Institute was one of the last surviving loops in America maintained by an Ymbryne, along with your South Side, McKinley Park, and St. Louis loops, though the latter was run mainly by its older wards and reset once a week.

As of a fortnight ago, though, the Art Institute loop was the only one you had. McKinley Park was attacked by Wights and Hollows in December, with South Side following close in early January. Samuel, the sole survivor of McKinley Park, was what Syndrygasti call a Librarian. He could see hollows and alerted you to them when you were traveling to St. Louis for reset. The problem with this, though, was that Sammy was only five years old, and so frequently got distracted.

It wasn’t hard to understand- Illinois in 1975 was very colorful. Sammy was gone now, though, as were all most all of your children. Speaking of… 

“There aren’t any other peculiars on the island, Miss Saker- at least not in this time,” Alex said, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you, dear. How are you faring, Leo? Have you located the loop? I don’t like being out in the open for this long.” For emphasis, Elina gave a giant, chattering shiver that was surely exaggerated.

“Indeed, but it is on the other side of the island, and the night is fast approaching.” 

You looked over and scowled at the sun; if you couldn’t get rest, then why was it allowed to?

“Well then. It looks like we’ll have to go into town.” Immediately, protests arose.

“Aw, no!”

“Come on, Miss Saker! We can make camp out here!”

“Because that sounds comfortable,” Leo deadpanned to Astrid.

“Well, it’s better than town! There probably isn’t even a hotel!”

“Actually, Astrid, that’s where you’re wrong.” Astrid looked shocked at the suggestion that she could ever be incorrect at something. “There is a hotel. It’s called the….” You took out the crumpled guidebook the ferryman had given to each tourist. “Preist Hole. What kind of hotel is called the Priest Hole?” You muttered that last part to yourself. “Anyway, off we go. Come along, single file now.”

Your ducklings dutifully arranged themselves from youngest to oldest, seven-year-old Elina closest to you and sixteen-year-old Leo at the back.

You hoped that the food was at least good.

Nope. Everything on the Preist Hole’s menu was covered with vinegar. You wondered if that was a Welsh thing or a Cairnholm thing. Maybe the owner just liked vinegar. Next to you, Elina was grimacing with every bite. On a whim, you decided to flag the bartender down.

“Hey, Kev, was it?” He grinned widely at you. You gave him a small smile in return.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. What can I do for you ‘n yer bunch today?” 

“I was just wondering if you had some fries- sorry, chips- with less vinegar. My youngest is still picky.”

“Hmm. Well, I’ll talk to Arnie ‘n see what he can whip up fer ye. He’s the cook, ye see.”

“Thank you so much, sir.” You attempted a bigger smile, but it still felt forced.

“Naw, it ain’t a problem, really. ‘N please, call me Kev. Sir sounds like I’m fifty- ‘n I’ve still got twenty years ‘fore that,” he chuckled.

“Well then, you must call me y/n.”

“Of course, ma’am- y/n, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, Kev.” This time, your smile was a small bit genuine- his hesitancy was endearing.

“Yeh. Well, um, I’d better talk teh Arnie now. I’ve kinda been lingering here for a while.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from work, anyway.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t object if yeh did,” Kev concluded, winking before walking away.

Once he was out of earshot, Astrid started chittering.

“Ooh, was that flirting I saw, Miss Saker?” You rolled your eyes, and Alex guffawed into his water.

“Miss Saker? Flirt with a guy? I think Elina would drink an entire bottle of vinegar before that happened.” You turned your head sharply in his direction, but not before Astrid snapped back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You jerk your head toward her now.

“Well, Miss Saker isn’t really the type to, ah, dabble in the male gene pool.” It was like you were watching tennis, really, with all this head-turning.

“That doesn’t make any-”

“ENOUGH!” You stood up, placing your hands on the bar. “This is not a discussion we are having, especially not here and now. Alex, I told you that information in confidence, and I am severely disappointed that you have betrayed that. Astrid, whether or not I am flirting with someone, and really my love life in general, is none of your concern. Do you both understand?”

They nodded, Alex looking especially ashamed of himself.

“Sorry, Miss Saker. It just slipped out.”

You sighed and ignored all the stares you and your wards were getting because of your outburst. 

“Alright, Alex. Just… you can’t share things that people tell you privately.”

“Yes, Miss Saker.” He was quiet after that, poking at his food.

It bothered you that he had shared that information, though it didn’t seem as if the other wards had understood. Of course, Leo was the only one you would expect to, as he was sixteen, but he had been sheltered in your loop his entire life. All of your wards had, really.

Just as you were beginning to sink into your past again, Kev came out with Elina’s new plate of fr- chips.

“Here ye are, little lady. I hope you like these better.” He smiled at Elina, tugging a small one out in return. You both watched expectantly as she took a tentative bite. And another. And another. Until the plate was almost gone, and she was rubbing her stomach in contentment.

“Well, that was fast.”

“It was good, Miss Saker. I wasn’t going to let it cool.” You laughed at the disapproving look on her face.

“Alright, alright. I suppose you have a good point.” You turned to Kev. “Thank you again, sir, for-”

“Kev.”

“...right. Thank you for doing this. How much will it cost?” You were ruffled at his interruption, but he didn’t notice. He pretended to think for a moment.

“Hmm… how much will makin’ a little girl ‘n her mam happy cost? I dunno.” He smiled at you. “It’s on the house. I can see that ye haven’t had such a good day, so….”

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, I have the money….”

“I’m completely sure. It’s good te make someone happy once in a while.”

“Well, I truly do thank you. It also seems that we’ll need a room, if that’s alright?”

“Sure. Room four was just recently vacated. It’s right up here.” He led you up the stairs, the kids trailing behind.

The room was small for five people, but it seemed like a mansion to the children, who only had their old, overcrowded loop to compare it to. There were four rickety beds, though they did seem to be clean, and a barren nightstand next to each of them. 

“Ah… I forgot that this only had four beds. I can get ye another room, or-”

“No, no, this is fine. Thank you for your help, Kev.” You subtly ushered him toward the door.

“Oh- well, if ye need anythi-”

“Yes, of course. Ta, then! Have a nice day!” You shut the door, leaving him very confused.

Alex was wheezing on the floor behind you.

“That… that was absolutely amazing Miss Saker! You are an absolute icon!” 

What in Abaton does that mean? You never could understand the new slang terms that the 1970s held. 

Elina yawned, setting off all the other children and alerting you to their needs.

“Alright then, time for bed.” Immediately, they were completely awake.

“I’m not tired at all, Miss Saker, therefore I shan’t be able to fall asleep.” 

“The fact that your accent is coming out very strongly tells me that you are indeed tired, Leo.” You crossed your arms. “Bed. now.” Your wards slouched, and grudgingly picked out a bed each.

“Miss Saker, where will you sleep tonight?” Astrid asked as you were tucking her covers in.

“On the floor, of course. Now, did you remember to take off your gloves?”

“But it won’t be comfortable! The floor is so hard and cold and dirty and-”

“Your gloves, Astrid.” She was very talkative, even late at night, though you had come to enjoy it. Sometimes.

She took off the gloves that helped control her peculiarity and was about to start chattering again when Elina suddenly spoke up from her bed in the corner.

“I could make you a nest with a spare blanket, Miss Saker?” You gave her one of your very rare genuine smiles.

“That would be lovely, Elina.”

“Wait- how did she know you were going to sleep in bird form?” Alex asked, finally catching on. You smiled again at Elina and kissed her on the forehead.

“She’s made me a little nest before when I fall asleep in my study while in bird form.”

“And that happens often?”

“Surprisingly so. Now, snuggle in and no more talking.” As the children said their goodnights, you finally transformed into your bird form; a stunning saker falcon. You jumped lightly onto Elina’s bed, careful not to hurt her with your razor-sharp talons or accidentally hit her with your wing (which had happened on more than one occasion). 

Though you nestled into the warm bunch of blankets right away, you didn’t fall asleep until much later, and even then, you were restless all night. 

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Little did you know, in the old manor that you would trek to the next day, a group of peculiars and one very curious ymbryne had observed all of this. Alma LeFay Peregrine set her watch and gave the children a reassuring smile while she pondered what this meant and why her stomach had fluttered when you gave that dazzling smile.

#tw yelling #tw slamming hands down #tw being outed #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #wow im so gay for her

[tothemeadow]

Kyo con-noncon teacher/student roleplay pls? 👉👈

😜😜😜

‘getting A’s and D’s’ / Rengoku K. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, noncon (roleplaying), handjobs, oral sex, facial

words: 1,769

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Being a teacher is long, exhausting work. There are lessons to be written, homework to be given, exams to be graded. And while Kyojuro loves his job – he wouldn’t give it up for anything else in the world – there are times when all he wants to do is sit back and relax. It’s this very thought of returning home, returning to you, that keeps him going.

Soon enough, he’s pulling up in the driveway, putting his SUV in park. You should be home by now, probably doing something to pass the time (Kyojuro really hopes you’re cooking because he loves it when you cook). A smile comes to his face as he picks up his satchel and flings the car door open, nearly jumping out of the car and sprinting to the front door in his near fit of desperation.

Now, Kyojuro has never been a quiet man. Granted, he experienced an accident as a kid that left him with partial hear loss, so that doesn’t help, but he usually just wants you to know that he’s home as soon as possible. So yeah, it might be cliché that he yells “honey, I’m home!” as soon as he walks in through the front door, but he doesn’t care. If he’s really lucky, you’ll pop around the corner and run straight into his arms.

However, now is not one of those days. In fact, the house is surprisingly quiet. Usually, he’d hear you clanging away in the kitchen, or music blasting away from the stereo in the living room, but there’s nothing. Complete static silence. It’s unnerving, to say the least. Kyojuro saw your car in the driveway, so you’re clearly home, but where are you?

With a sigh, Kyojuro shucks his loafers off and stalks down the carpeted hallway, his footsteps somewhat muffled between the carpet and his socks. He draws closer to his office, already dreading the amount of papers he has to grade; frankly, he’d choose to have no papers or exams whatsoever, but the school requires at least something. True, his students are among the people he holds most dear, and he hated taking exams and the like when he was in school himself, but it can’t be helped. If he wants to keep his job, he has to play by the rules.

Upon swinging the door to his office open, however, Kyojuro comes to a complete stop, jaw dropping and muscles tensing. There you are, his beloved spouse, sitting in his office chair, legs crossed. What really catches his attention, though, is the school uniform you’re wearing, tartan, tie, all that fun stuff. You absentmindedly chew on a pencil, an almost perplexed look on your attractive features. You drop the pencil as soon as Kyojuro appears, a bright smile blooming on your face.

“Mr. Rengoku!” you chirp. “I was hoping to catch you after class…”

Oh, god. The way you say “Mr. Rengoku” has Kyojuro’s blood boiling, and it’s all in the best way possible.

Clearing his throat, Kyojuro tugs at the knot of his tie, loosening it and giving him ample room to breathe possibly. “Uh, uh…” he stammers, unsure of where he’s supposed to go with this. The button up shirt you wear is just a smidge too tight, clinging to your body and leaving little to the imagination.

“Listen,” you say, slowing drawing yourself to a stand, “about that last test we had… I know I failed it, but I really need to pass this class. You understand, right?” Stepping closer to him, you cock your head, a soft smile spreading across your lips.

A single whiff tells Kyojuro that something spicy sticks to your skin, all too tempting and delicious at once. He stands there dumbly, feet rooted to the spot as you get even closer to him. Your chest just barely brushes against his, your warm breath fanning across his face. Kyojuro’s breath quickens, the blood pumping through his veins heading south, leaving his cock throbbing in his slacks. The look in your eyes is too much, too sultry.

It makes him want to eat you alive.

“Then…” Kyojuro starts, but then he pauses, licks his lips. “Then maybe you should have studied more.”

Your lips twitch at that. “Awww, but Mr. Rengoku, can’t we find some solution? Anything? I really need that passing grade…” Reaching up, you place your hands on his biceps, give them a tight squeeze. “My, my, Mr. Rengoku, I always figured you worked out, but I never knew you were this hard,” you coo, tone innocent.

Like a flipping of the switch, your simple touch is enough to shift Kyojuro into this little “game” you’ve set up. It’s not the first time the two of you have engaged in roleplay, but it’s usually a planned occasion, not something spontaneous. Either way, Kyojuro is drawn to the way your hands run over his chest, lightly yank on his tie. Setting his jaw, he drops his briefcase, hands reaching up and taking hold of your wrists.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he says, voice low, gravelly. He doesn’t miss the way you shiver.

“Am I not allowed to appreciate my teacher?” you shoot back. “Besides… We can make some sort of deal, can’t we?”

Kyojuro scoffs at that. “And what did you have in mind, exactly?”

“Well…” Instead of finishing, you force him closer, spinning him around and pushing him towards his desk. He grunts as the backs of his thighs hit the dark wood, but you keep going; dropping to your knees, you send him a mischievous smile. “I thought that maybe… I do you a favor and you do me one in return?”

No, it shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t be so affected by one of his own students. It’s hard to miss the way that his cock strains against the fabric of his slacks, but he’s smarter than this. It’s protocol, for fuck’s sake!

“Come on, sit,” you urge, pushing on his hips until he has no other choice than to plant his ass onto the surface of the desk.

Murmuring your name, Kyojuro grips at the ledge, the tick in his jaw twitching. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t be doing this. This could cost me my job.”

Pouting up at him, you shake your head. “You only get in trouble if you get caught, sir.”

Oh, fuck. The mere name has Kyojuro’s cock kicking in his pants, a fat bead of precum soaking the front of his boxers. Still, he has to retain control in this situation.

“Don’t be stupid,” he hisses. “I refuse to waste away my life over something like this.”

“Oh, come on,” you tell him. “Just give me a passing grade and we’ll forget all about this, okay? Unless…”

Kyojuro swallows thickly. “Unless what?”

You flash him a knowing smirk. “Unless you like it.” With a giggle, you reach up, gripping onto his belt and pulling it loose.

“Hey,” Kyojuro snaps, hands shooting out and grabbing yours. “What did I just tell you?”

“Don’t be a fun sponge, Mr. Rengoku! Or should I say sir?” Leaning forward, you nuzzle your cheek against the tent in his pants, another giggle slipping through your lips. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. In fact-“ Pulling away, you rip your hands away from his grasp, opting to pop open his button and yank down his zipper. “-you want me to continue. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t be this hard.”

“No, don’t – ahh,” Kyojuro pants. A grunt slips from his mouth as you pull his cock out, hand stroking the heated flesh.

“Look at you,” you purr, fluttering your eyelashes enticingly. “I’ve barely done a thing and yet you’re so wet.”

“You’re not playing this fair.” Kyojuro groans, then, the sound rumbling in his chest as your hand picks up in a steady rhythm. “Fuck…”

“I’m just helping you, sir. A favor for a favor, hmm?” You hum as your thumb digs into his slit, picking up another drop of precum and smearing it over the head. “And I’ll be completely honest with you, sir… I’ve fantasized about you during class. You’re just so big, and I really wondered what it’d be like to be bent over your desk…”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyojuro moans.

“I always knew your cock would be so pretty,” you continue to gush, your hand picking up its movement. “I bet you taste like candy.”

“Stop, stop, don’t- Hnngh, shit!”

Kyojuro groans as your lips wrap around his cock, your tongue darting across his cockhead. His eyes nearly roll towards the back of his skull as you sink down, cheeks hollowing; the head of his cock easily slips down your throat, your nose bumping against his pubic bone. You swallow around him, the moan you release making your throat vibrate. Kyojuro’s blunt nails dig into the surface of his desk, a choked-out noise breaking from the depths of his chest.

This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real-

Kyojuro has to remind himself that this isn’t a real student he’s interacting with, but fuck if the implied danger of it makes his cock harder than what it should be. Arousal and heat swirl around his lower abdomen, squeeze his insides in a merciless hold. The wet heat of your mouth is too much, the lewd sounds emitting from your mouth echoing in the room. Moaning around him, you lift a hand, slipping it into his boxers and cupping his balls.

“God, yes, yes, just like that,” he pants, all caution thrown to the wind. “Fuck, baby, so good-“

His impending orgasm is approaching – and fast. He’s not sure if you can just tell by his desperate noises or the way his balls tighten, but you redouble your efforts, hollowing your cheeks so fucking hard that it almost hurts. He’s gonna cum down your throat, make you swallow each and every goddamned drop like it’s your last fucking meal-

But then you pull away. Your hand wraps around his cock, the schlick, schlick, schlick filling his ears and spurring him on even more. It’s like you know it was coming, for you close your eyes and open your mouth just in time. Kyojuro moans, low and raspy; thick, hot ropes of cum splash over your face, leaving such a sinful image for Kyojuro to burn into his memory. He’s a heavily panting mess as you carefully crack your eyes open, a devilish smile spreading across your features.

“On the desk – now,” Kyojuro grits. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kny rengoku #request

[willyoubemylorelaigilmore]

Gilmore Girls: Four Years Later - A new life

By: Chandler

(Who knows if people read fan fiction anymore but I was inspired, enjoy!)

clunk, clunk, clunk.

The shutters Lorelai had convinced Rory to leave on the windows of her house, banged against the glass and it was the only thing that could wake her from sleep at 5:30 in the morning on a Saturday.

Without pause, she jumped out of bed and slid down the hallway to the window, cursing it, opening it, cursing it again and sighing happily. Her daughter, Lorelai - affectionately called Em, would wake up to the slightest sound and as soon as she was awake, the four year old never stopped. Accepting the fact that she probably wouldn’t get anymore sleep before her daughter awoke, Rory tiptoed down the long hall between her kitchen and living room, and found what she needed - coffee. a daughter like Em, especially the daughter of Rory, or the granddaughter of lorelai, woke up to the sound of the coffee maker or the smell of coffee that wafted through the house as it was made and when she was two, Rory had found a workaround - instant coffee. It was flavorless and yet somehow burnt tasting, but it gave her a familiar feeling of peace.

She pulled down the handmade ceramic cup that said ‘MOM’ on the side that Em (more like her mom and Luke) had gifted her with her daughter’s handprint on the back on her first mother’s day. she filled the cup with water and poured in the instant coffee mixture, and drank it quickly. motherhood had done some things to rory, as it did to any other person giving birth - she now slept in, and no longer traveled. With her mother and step father encouraging her to do whatever she wanted, rory had settled on a simple two bedroom house in Stars Hollow that had been owned by the same person their entire life.

That’s the only decision she did regret.

The updates and cheap mortgage weren’t worth it, when sometimes her water was brown. At least her daughter was experiencing the best parts of her life in Rory‘s favorite place.

One cup of coffee turned to two as rory settled into a chair at the kitchen table, opening the laptop she left there. Only two years ago she had released Gilmore Girls - and it was a hit. It was her pride and joy. The office portion of her bedroom was covered in printed internet articles from luke with rave reviews for the book and with copies stacked on the desk. Her goal was to write more but life got in the way. The high of gilmore girls wore off, but she still wanted to turn lemons into lemonade and take care of her daughter. Like the Yale Daily News, she was able to do something with the Stars Hollow Gazette - adding on digital pieces and expanding within just two years of taking over. Despite all of that, every few months she got the same email from her publisher ‘we are all ready for the second book! take a break from the paper and come have a meeting with me soon. :) thanks, Harlan.’ sometimes she answered with ‘i’m not ready.’ and other times, like now, she stared at the email, wondering if she should respond. If she should have written a second book by now.

Two hours somehow passed as Rory answered, deleted and then rewrote her response, but she was interrupted from her trance-like state, by her auburn haired, freckle faced, 4 year old daughter. ‘Mommy.’ she said, her tiny voice surprising rory, who in turn closed her laptop.

‘Good morning, Em.’ Rory smiled, pulling the little girl into her lap, and breathing in the sweet smell of her hair.

‘I want to go to Grandpa and Roralie’s.’ The little girl said, kissing her mother and running across the house to her bedroom. Her daughter was a great surprise, but it wasn’t always this easy, or efficient. Three months into pregnancy Rory had a breakdown - what if she couldn’t handle anything? That’s when she read the parenting books - the ones Lane gave her, the ones she found at the local book store, the ones Paris and Jess gave her. It was never ending. Unlike a test though, she never felt prepared. Despite hours of studying and learning all she could, she didn’t feel ready. At the three month mark, it didn’t improve, though. Emily was outraged that rory wouldn’t tell her the identity of Em’s father - and refused to speak to her for three more months. Lorelai knew the truth despite what Rory wanted. She promised to reveal to no one that Em was Logan’s. Luke promised not to tell anyone, though what he said exactly was ‘who’s going to ask me?’. Logan was married now, living in the south of france and married to a beautiful model with two babies of his own on the way - that stung a bit when Rory thought about it.

Finishing her coffee, Rory made her way to the end of the hallway just in time to see Em, wearing a grateful dead t-shirt, coupled with a bright purple skirt and bright green tights.

‘How do I look?’ Em asked, spinning in a circle. ‘I think Roralie will love it!’ She smiled, trailing behind her mother, who quickly changed in her own bedroom.

The little girl continued to spin in circles until she was finally buckled into her car seat. One of the best parts of Stars hollow was the quiet morning as they drove to Luke’s with no traffic other than parents taking their children to school. When they finally arrived, Em was almost out of her car seat and the car itself as Rory parked. She ran across the street, auburn curls bobbing at the back of her neck, and opened the restaurants door.

‘Grandpa!’ She immediately shouted, running through the tables and behind the counter, out of sight. Being a grandfather was the job Luke was born for - gleefully telling everyone about Em, and sharing photos when they would let him. Lorelai was excited in the same way, but less excited to be called Grandma. Though she adored spending everyday she could with the little girl, she would stand in front of her and say ‘My name is Lorelai. You can call me Lorelai, kid!’ and then two year old Em looked up at her, smiling, and repeated ‘Roralie!’ which stuck.

The restaurant smelled of coffee as Rory entered, seeing the little girl seated on the counter next to Luke as he rang up an order.

‘Real coffee.’ Rory smiled, sitting in a chair at the counter and pulling over the fresh cup Luke poured for her as soon as her daughter entered the store.

‘You have to stop drinking instant coffee. That is even worse for you than this!’ Luke droned, not phasing Rory, who sucked down the cups entire contents.

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