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Random love bomb because why not :)
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you sweet sweet beans aughghfg THANK YOUUU<33333
#ask#i'm reversing this spell!!! YOU have some love you big big sweethearts!!! >:'D#waaa thank you guys so much for the kindness and support and have a super fantastic day!!! >:')c <333333
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robinsnest2111 Β· 9 months
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still got that forged by society fear of aging and becoming "ugly" but man! seeing current day photos of mick mars? like THAT'S WHAT I WANNA LOOK LIKE AS AN OLD DUDE, HE'S SO COOL*!!!!! takes some of the fear and uncertainty away fr
*ofc my thoughts are way more intricate and deep but I don't have the proper words to describe the levels of admiration and aesthetic attraction and a million other positive and emotionally vulnerable and human and real things I feel whenever I see him ✌
#fun fact: all the pics of him in short sleeve or sleeveless tops? makes me feel so much better about my arms#thank you mick mars for beating my body image issues with a big cartoon hammer simply by existing as a guy in the world <333333#aging goals: become as awesome and goth as mr. mick mars <333
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Unrelated to your tfbw au I just consumed and not a question but I find myself saying β€œwoza” because of you /pos and I just think you should know that your writing has that kind of influence (I doubt I’m the only one experiencing this kind of Ninafication).
Anyway I think your content is golden and truthfully I mostly go on here to read your posts, no lie it literally makes my day better. Ok no more buttering, just thought I’d stop lurking for a sec 8)
AAAAAAA!!!! hello, my darling!!!! <3333 omg, i love the *stan vc* wowza. it's just the finest exclaimation of suprise, enchantment, merriment and awe. also, it's cute shdksh.
choose your fighter: the kyle 'mmm' sound or *stan vc* Wowza~
but when i tell you i am cheesing so hard!!!! that makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. i think it's so cute when you guys tell me about your accidental ninafication or that you use my weird little ncu ninaisms in your real lives. <333 i remember when people were telling me about how they started telling their friends that they 'hope they heal' or how they accidentally started saying *nina vc* 'JAIL!!!!
re: the specific weird colloquialisms i created in my style fanfics though. it really means a lot to me that you guys enjoyed stuff like the share chair or stan calling kyle kyle pile in pep or kyle calling stan stan the man w/ the plan, me making weird side characters like pep corner store guy raj as our narrator, or even just smile pendejo or i hope you heal because??? that was all stuff that i invented within the context of my ncuniverses and don't exist in the sp universe at all?
which is not to say i created them thoughtlessly or haphazardly, quite the opposite actually! i created them very consciously around how i think my styles would address each other, cute teenage boy things, their little inside jokes, style signing when stan is depressed etc. but the fact that that resonated with you guys enough and made enough sense in my fanfictions that you don't mind that i cobbled them into the canon and actually enjoy them enough to use them!!! AAAAA!!!
i'm sorry you got ninaficated, darling, but i am so glad you did. thank you for enjoying my content. recently, i've been feeling a lot of imposter syndrome over it again and wondering if i'm just kind of yelling into the void, posting content that people don't care about. i worry about my cadence in my posts, if they seem to be written poorly, if i'm clogging your dash with my nonsense...but this is very reassuring. i am glad you guys still care about my stuff even though it's been forever, i try to keep it really fun and interesting on here and shift gears a lot through my posts to keep your brains working.
and on the note of shifting gears and keeping things interesting, thank you for reading my tfbw posts AAAAAA!!!! i know i am insane, but if you tell me you read stuff about everything is going to be o.k :) or to kill a king and enjoyed it i will personally feed you candy. ilysm.
which i hope when you consumed it, it was candy-like in flavor!!!! i hope very much that you enjoyed it!!! i put a lot of time into my lore for it so it makes me super happy when you guys enjoy my less asked about au content. especially because!!! strangely enough, rm was my project AFTER pep that quite literally no one was asking about and i made just for me...and now...here we are like 200 asks later.
...Wowza.
all in all, thank you so much, my lovely, for this message. i feel like we listen to me blather so often that i never get to hear from any of you! so it's really nice when you guys chime in and i can chat with you! also, not to freak you guys out, but i do camp on the notes sometimes and get really excited when i see someone liking a bunch of posts because either you're catching up on your light reading of my bullshit or you're new which...welcome to hell, enjoy your Slay! xx
-uncle nina, space heating the room w/ my blush
#THANK YOU DARLING MWAH MWAH MWAH#its so cute when you guys copy me oh my god i love you i try to be funny oh my god this is such an honor#when yall were telling people in ur life that you love that you hoped they healed *jersey vc* STAHPPPP ITTTTT#so fucking cute all of you omg#the stan wowza is just so real like i can see his big gigantic sugar glider eye balls getting so wide and shiny#like the heavens are opening up ( kyle )#stan please stop being cute i love him so bad#but yeah especially since my style content is so weird and not totally canon compliant all the time#although everything i do is entertwined or interacts or is informed in some way shape or form by the canon always#as an english major v important abt citing my sources#aka south park and being a crazy mentally ill queen#YOURE SO CUTE THO I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE WHO LURK REACH OUT TO ME BC IM JUST WATCHING U LIKE STUFF#AND I AM LIKE I LIKE YOU VERY MUCH <333333 EEE#i'm glad u enjoy my stuff i get really worried about being boring like its been a while so im like does anyone still care#CLEARLY YES AHAHA SJHDLSD#also hand to my heart thank you for your service thank you for reading about my tfbw au i have mental problems#its only really that relevant to me AND SHELL WHO DREW IT I LOVE YOU BABY but i wake up in a cold sweat thinkin abt it#like stas wakes up in a cold sweat thinking abt women#ANYWAYS! THANK YOU MY LOVE! MWAAAAAH
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mullet--head Β· 2 years
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we finally made in it :D!!
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THANK YOU GUYS SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS
IM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL THE SUPPORT YOU ALL HAVE GIVEN ME
When I joined tumblr last year in November I never thought I'd get this far. I'm do grateful that I've got this much support and friends along the way.
My mental hasn't been the best recently and I'm very thankful for you all putting up with me not posting much and being patient with me.
I am planning something for me reaching this milestone, itll most likely be dtiys
Thank you again for getting me this far and I love you all so much <3333
#art#original character#persona art#mullet rambles#milestone#200 followers#:D!!#i love you all so much#<333333#thank you guys so much
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rotisseries Β· 1 year
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this year, I kept a reading log spreadsheet of all of the fanfiction I read. so, assuming I don't read anything else in these last few hours of 2022, these are my final stats. here is my ao3 wrapped!
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i read 496 fics this year. these are surely rookie numbers πŸ˜ƒ (this picture isn't even the entire spreadsheet)
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my total words read in fanfiction this year is 6,227,818. 6. million. and 22 thousand. words. 24 of these fics, or about 5% of the fics read, were of a length equivalent to that of a standard fiction novel, which is a length of 40,000 words at the lowest average count. I feel like it's necessary to state here that, whenever I read incomplete fics, I put their current word count, but when the fics updated, I did NOT update the listings, so this number is an estimate
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my no.1 fandom this year was stranger things! at 74% and 441 fics read, a surprise to no one. the runners up are the legend of zelda, in no.2, with 24 fics and 11% of my reading, and avatar the last airbender, in no.3, with 18 fics and 8% of the stuff I read!
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my no.1 pairing this year was byler, with 57% at a count of 289 fics read! again, a surprise to no one! runners up are, no.2, ronance, with 67 fics and about 14% of the fics I read, and no.3, steddie, with 58 fics and 12% of the stuff I read
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my highest month for fanfiction reading was july! of the 496 fics I read this year, 162 of them were read in july, which is about 33%.
468 of the fics I read this year were completed when I read them, which is about 94%.
the author I read the most from was @andiwriteordie, with 34 fics, which is about 7% of the fics read. tbf though, this is because she's insane and wrote a LOT of stuff this year.
409 of the fics I read this year, or 82%, were oneshots.
and those are my ao3 reading habits for this year! I'm thinking that maybe I'll track some tags and other stuff for 2023
#it's strange how fun it is to track this stuff considering it involves having to remember to open a spreadsheet every time I read a fic#anyway hi andi if you see this bc I tagged you sorry for tagging you but thanks for writing so much this year alsjdjfkd <333333#anyway I hope I don't regret putting the pictures of the charts up here#if any of you see something you wanna make fun of me for you better keep it to yourself actually. shut up.#I put the pictures bc I wanted this to look at least a bit interesting but I won't do it again if that turns out to be a mistake lmao#so it WILL be a wall of text next year if it has to be#stranger things#byler#tagging those bc they were my top fandom even though this technically isn't really an st or byler postβ€š hi guys!#ao3 wrapped#yeah I'll tag it with that#hi again andi if you're seeing this! fun fact! I drafted this post bc I knew I was gonna post it later and not immediately#and then after saving the draft I went and scrolled through my dash again only to see that you'd posted the new year's fic!#so I had to go through this and edit it all again by one singular number akdjfjskskls
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Terrible number!! THIS FAN ART IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!
#i love all the art i get sent thank you guys so much#<333333#much love to you all#my constant battle against the number 7
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#shoutout to friends#all friends#everyones friends#but especially mine bc in my completely unbiased opinion.. you guys are actually the best#i love you so much#thank u for making my night a little more fun tonight#especially u myle ur my fav jestie ever <33#okay im going to sleep now but i just had to say all this first <333333 goodnight world
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Purge Alternate Universe
Yandere - Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru
A/N - Okayyyy I've been working on this for like a week and it's the longest I've ever written for one thing, I had a shoulder injury which is mostly healed up now during the week which hindered my progress a little because I originally really wanted this to get out nearer Halloween time, but oh well TT at least its here now right? Lmao, but I hope you guys enjoy it, I tried my best and lowkey kind of hate it, I wished I could've done more or something, but if you have any ideas around this for a possible part 2 let me knoww, although no promises ;) Consider this a massive thank you story, I now have over 100 followers and the likes and reblogs and comments, you guys, I'm crying, I love you all so much <333333 I love interacting with you guys and your comments on my stories or in my inbox <3333 you all make my day ilysm <3 :( AND IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP IT, they're kind of really mean so its more harsh yandere than the soft you all wanted :( I couldn't help myself its a purge AU TT, but I promise ill make something softer in the future <33 sorry this is so long omfg, but let me know your thoughts pretty please &lt;3 and if you actually read all of this ily
summary - Another purge night is here and you think your safe and sound, but let your guard down and you'll find yourself bound.
warnings - purge, mentions of 'off screen' murder, actual 'off screen' murder, kind of gore but reader doesn't see it, blood, rope, reader gets tied up, gags?, tape over readers mouth, they're actually kind of really mean lol, especially Geto, descriptions of panic, anxiety, overthinking, stalker situation kind of, swearing, crying, brief hair pulling, if there's any more let me know ml <3
genre - Oneshot
wc - 7.2k
~spelling and grammar fixed already~
Edit - the top photo 6/11/23
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The tip tapping of fingers on keys echoed around the silent room. The occasional footfalls of people around her walking up and down. Picking up books to further aid their studying would slip past the music playing in her ears when they were loud enough.
Every time she would hear someone being a little too loud for the library they were in she would glance up and shoot a half-hearted glare their way.
They’d never see her but it was the thought that counted. A barely audible sigh escapes her as she brings a hand up to massage her cold fingertips into the throbbing skin at her temple.Β 
Nervous nibbling was occupying her teeth and lips, chewing away the flesh and creating tender spots her tongue would soon soothe.Β 
She’d been staring at the same empty document for two hours now. No more than two sentences she was able to come up with before she’d erase them in a fit of frustration.
Abandoned textbooks lay closed behind her laptop, she’d deemed them no use around thirty minutes in, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and search for better ones.Β 
She was antsy, not able to focus on her assignment due in a week's time. Her brain was all fogged up, too many thoughts going through her mind and yet she's not able to focus on a single one.
The purge was tonight. March 21st. And it was currently 1pm.Β 
Why did she even bother to come to the library in the first place? Was she hoping to distract herself even just a little bit before she had to hunker herself down in her dorm for twelve hours?Β 
Maybe. Yes.
Was it working? Absolutely not.
She was too skittish. Overthinking everything that had the potential of happening later and things that have previously happened.Β 
β€˜Someone's not going to come and try to kill me just because I forgot to return their pen that one time, right?’ 
The amusing, albeit a little dark, thought did make the corner of her lips twitch just the smallest amount.Β 
Taking off her headphones after stopping her music, she closes down her laptop and starts to move it into her bag.Β 
She spares a quick glance around the few tables next to hers as she stands with the library's books in her arms. Her eyes locked with a man sitting roughly two tables down. Slumped back in his seat.
Gojo Satoru. Bright white and fluffy hair paired with a set of dazzling blue eyes. The ones currently peeking over the tops of his round shades that had slid down his nose as he tucked his head down slightly.Β 
Sitting in front of him and abstracting her view of Gojo only slightly is who she assumed was Geto Suguru. Two peas in a pod and never seen without the other. The long black and silky strands of hair tied up in a half up bun was a giveaway to who he was as well.
Both of them were originally from Tokyo, Japan. Coming over to America over five years ago. Or at least that's what she’s heard from around the place, not knowing them personally. They were the most popular boys in school when she had joined a little over a year ago and they still held the title strong.
She doesn’t think she's ever really interacted with them. At Least not on any kind of personal level. Sure, maybe from a few friends of friends or passing each other in the hallway and being polite to her upperclassmen, but nothing all that memorable.Β 
Which is why this prolonged eye contact is sending a very noticeable shiver down her spine. The smallest twitch of a smirk on his face and she was breaking eye contact, gulping down the pooled saliva in her mouth as she turned around and hastily made her way in between the towering bookshelves.
Leaving the library after stacking the books she’d previously taken back on the shelves, she hastily makes her way down the long corridors. Keeping her head down, her hands clutched tight on the strap of her bag. She passes very few people in the hallway.
Even after pushing through the doors and trekking her way to the dorms at the end of the path, there were very few people loitering around outside. Some of the people she passed looked like they could be stoned, not that she could really blame them. Some looked a little too relaxed and happy and some were just trying to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Like her.
As the doors came into view, and then the stairs, she slowly began to relax, her fast pace lessening up. Successfully getting to the safest place she could for when the purge would start.Β 
It was also a massive relief that her two good friends would be staying with her during the twelve hours of horror. Last time she was by herself there had been multiple scares throughout the night. Nothing too big but something she didn’t think she could handle alone again.Β 
Reaching her door on the third floor she fiddles with her keys for a few seconds before her door clicks open and she pushes her way inside. Closing the door and locking it again for good measure.Β 
It was 1:43 pm.
A few minutes after she had arrived back at her dorm did she realize she still needed to pick up some food items. Being a broke student meant she had essentially nothing in her cupboards or her fridge. And if she was β€˜hosting for the purge’ this year, it meant she had to stock up at least a little bit.Β 
β€˜Imagine trying to hide from a killer and your stomach growls, I think I would just die on the spot.’ She thinks, the smallest smile gracing her face. Humour is usually her way to cope in situations like these. It’s either that or panicking and she’d rather try to save that for the main event.
With a heavy sigh and hesitation weighing her limbs down, she slowly puts her shoes and jacket back on. She can make this quick. In and out. Easy peasy.Β 
With a quick jump while shaking her limbs out to get rid of her last minute hesitation, she quickly opens her door and steps out before shutting it behind her. No going back now. Locking the door behind her, she starts making her way back down the stairs and out the doors, walking in the direction of the food store.Β 
Her nerves were still playing up though, eyes darting this way and that as if trying to find a reason for her to panic. β€˜It’s okay, the purge hasn’t started yet, all those things are still illegal.’ Is what she keeps telling herself while taking a deep breath. But the fact they won’t be in a few hours was still cause for some panic.Β 
Arriving at the store, she wizzes around, collecting any good looking snack and throwing it in her basket before hastily paying and leaving. The heavy plastic carrier bag hanging from her fingers gave her reason to think she went a bit overboard.Β 
Her quickened steps and accelerated breathing were all she could hear for a while. Her walk back to her dorm was supposed to be a quiet one, less and less people were loitering around meaning less and less noises to distract her.Β 
Especially from the new set of footsteps that have appeared behind her.
As soon as her mind clocked the extra set of footsteps there, it went into overdrive. β€˜Who is that? Are they following me? No, you're being delusional, they're just trying to get back home. But are they? They just appeared out of nowhere. Are they going to try and kidnap me? Rape me? Stuff me in a van? Drag me down a dark alleyway and murder me?’
Her mind was racing, steps quickening and breathing silenced under the new threat. β€˜Oh god, what if they’re stalking me? Waiting until the purge starts to come and slaughter me? They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’
And then they were gone.Β 
It barely registered in her mind that the fast paced footsteps from behind her had vanished. A sharp breath escaped her before her head whipped around on a desperate whim. No one. Not a soul on the path behind her.Β 
Her shoulders sank with relief and a watery laugh broke free from her trembling lips. β€˜I’m losing my mind.’ She thought. Even though that feeling in her gut had faded, it never fully disappeared. Her racing heart never slowed and neither did her footsteps.Β 
Y/n hurried back to her dorm, almost running through the doors and up the stairs to fumble with her keys and quickly burst in. Double checking she locked the door behind her, and then checking every other lock on her third story apartment. Only when she had made sure they were all secure could she finally relax.Β 
Her body shivering and hands shaking from the after effects of adrenaline. Her breathing is still a little shaky as she pulls a bunch of pillows and blankets into her tiny living room. Pushing her chair and sofa away to make more space as she lays everything out as neat as she could, making the floor a comfy space for her and her two friends to crash for the purge.Β 
She empties the snacks from out of the plastic bag and piles them in a nice little corner near the TV. A small stack of movies there for when they’re all waiting for the purge to start. Some cards in a pack were also placed there.Β 
The three of them are wanting to be as quiet as possible while the purge is going on. Everything locked, curtains drawn, lights off, TV with no volume and only subtitles, quiet games to play in case they got bored, etc.Β 
They weren’t taking any chances. It was doubtful anything would happen, since nothing really ever did in the dorms. No student here would go as far as murdering somebody, everyone mostly stayed inside, not wanting to risk anything. She only knew of a few people that have snuck out before to rob a few stores, or do some petty revenge like smashing someone's car without getting into trouble.
But overall, it was best to remain quiet. They didn’t want to get murdered because the TV was turned up too loudly and attracted some wrong attention.Β 
It was 5:15 pm.
This is the time her friends arrived. Knocking some made up code on the slab of wood before messaging just for good measure that it was really them outside.Β 
After unlocking the door and letting her two good friends inside her dorm she swiftly closes and locks it again. Relieved greetings transpire as well as nervous whispers about the purge and some small gossip of who they think would actually go out this year and who are likely to stay inside.Β 
The three of them start to make their way around her dorm, closing all the curtains and double checking the locks on all the windows and doors. Especially the balcony and front door.Β 
After they’ve secured the apartment, they turn off all the necessary lights, flicking on a few electrical lanterns and setting them up around the living room, but away from the windows. They’ve left one lantern in the bathroom and one in her bedroom, both turned off, just in case of emergencies.Β Β 
The three of them settle in a spread out pile on the blankets she put down in the living room. Some snacks are passed around already and a movie is slotted into the TV, playing as background noise mostly while they talk.
Erica, a sassy but kind of dumb girl, with choppy shoulder length hair that had been bleached and dyed a light green. She's donned in a crop top and sweatpants, comfy.
Don, a friendly giant, very kind in nature but also a little muscly. He has short black hair and a sculpted jawline. He also came in sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt, also comfy.
Her two very good, and only, friends here. They’re in a few of her classes and all regularly hang out together.Β 
β€œSo,” Erica begins after her mouthful of powdered donut. β€œWho do you think is going to actually purge tonight? Like, actually actually. My moneys on them two hotties in my class.” She finishes, wiggling her eyebrows..
Don hums around his half empty soda can. β€œYeah, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they did.”
Y/n pipes up, β€œWait who?” sitting up against the sofa behind her, getting comfy like she's about to hear the gossip of a lifetime.
β€œOh, Em, G! You haven’t heard of it? You’ve seriously been, like, living under a rock or something.” Erica says jokingly. Picking apart pieces of her donut and eating them.Β 
Don perks up too. β€œReally? You haven't?” Y/n shakes her head in denial as Don shrugs. β€œI get it, it’s mostly stayed in our class, hasn’t spread much further than that.” He says before crawling forward and rummaging around for more snacks.
β€œSo get a load of this right!” Erica sits up too after finishing her donut. Waving her hands excitedly as she tells her latest gossip. β€œYou know them two really hot upperclassmen right?” She draws out her β€˜really’ and waits patiently at the end of her sentence for the other girl's confirmation.Β 
When she nods in slight confusion, Erica continues, β€œThere were some major rumours in class that the two of them were late this one day because they were beating someone up. And I don't mean like a few slaps or hair pulling, I mean punches. You know?”
Y/n nods again, this time with furrowed brows and Erica continues, β€œAt first, I didn’t believe it, obviously. But then, the two of them came into class and I swear there were blood stains on their clothes. Blood stains! Not to mention all the plasters and bandages all over their hands! I just had to believe it then! Wouldn’t you?”
After the end of her long rant she slumps back against the front of the sofa and mumbles incoherently to herself shaking her head while pouting.
Don, who had been listening silently, pipes up, β€œIt was true, I was actually there for once.”
Y/n’s eyebrows raise in disbelief at what she had just heard. Fighting, here? She couldn’t help but to doubt it, if only just a little. Stuff like that has never happened here. Or at least while she had been here. It was just unheard of.
And for an attack so vicious to result in blood being drawn, then there must have been somewhat of a good reason for it. That was the conclusion she came to.
β€œI mean, there had to have been a good reason for it.” Y/n says, β€œThey’re pretty nice people aren't they? It is Gojo and Geto were talking about here, right? They’re really popular here too.” Her eyes darted between her two friends, looking for more answers on this unexpected juicy gossip.
Erica sighs wistfully, β€œNo, it got shut down pretty quick, which I guess is why so little people have heard about it. God, would I pay to see them fight though. Their muscles must have looked amazing.” 
They stop talking about it after that, Don getting distracted by the snacks and whining about how she didn’t get his favourite. Erica smacking him with a few pillows and complaining how he’s getting in the way of her movie she was barely even watching.Β 
Their playful banter did little to distract from her inner turmoil. A small shiver went down her spine again. The memory from earlier in the library resurfacing in her mind. Gojo staring her down, the creepy walk back from the shops and now learning the two had at the very least helped in injuring someone.
It could just be because it was purge day, but everything was beginning to creep her out and she was overthinking again. β€˜What if he wants to attack me next? What if all of those things were connected and someone really was following me home? What if he wants to kill me? What if both of them want to kill me? Have I ever done anything to offend them? I haven’t, have I?’ She knew these were far fetched and ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but think of them anyway.
Her spiralling thoughts were halted when a stray pillow smacked her in the face. β€œOops, haha, sorry.” Erica sheepishly apologized, bringing her hand up to smooth down Y/n’s ruffled hair. Don was laughing in the background.Β Β 
Y/n was stunned for a few seconds before replying, β€œOh, don’t worry. How about we put something else on? This movie is kind of boring.” crawling across the piles of pillows and blankets to reach the stack of movies.
This caught the other two’s attention, eagerly rushing to the stack as well to try and get first pick. Arguing for a few more minutes before settling on a movie they all loved. Snuggling back into their original positions.
This was how the next few hours went before the announcement appeared.
It was 6:59 pm.
At exactly 7 on the dot, the TV went black before turning blue, the government announcing the commencement of the purge. Big bold letters and β€˜Emergency Broadcast System’ and β€˜This is not a test’ were displayed on the screen.
They were all quiet as it played out. The mood quickly turned sombre.
β€œWeapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.”
Don gulped.
β€œGovernment officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.”
Erica huffed.
β€œCommencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.” 
Y/n shivered.
β€œPolice, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 am when The Purge concludes.”
She released a shaky breath. The announcement ends with β€œ...A nation reborn.” before stopping. The screen turned black again.
No one moves or says anything. Each of them were frozen in an array of emotions. Fear being the most prominent.Β 
The silence stretched on for minutes. Eerie in its wake, not even being able to hear other people in their dorm rooms like she normally would.
Eventually, after releasing another shaky breath and rearranging herself with trembling limbs, they all snap back into the present.Β 
Don coughs and Erica shuffles awkwardly.Β 
β€œCards, anyone?” Y/n meekly speaks up. The other two nod as they sit in a small circle.Β 
It was 7:36 pm.
This was when the first explosion of some kind was heard by them. Each of them froze in the middle of playing their mostly silent game of cards. The noise was distant, but the impact remained.
A scream from a few doors down echoed in the silent space.
They waited with baited breath for any follow up, but when nothing happened, they slowly relaxed. Each of them assumed it was the explosion that must have scared someone. Sometimes it’s better to think of the positive, rather than what that scream could have been for.
A few minutes later a siren bellows in the distance, a few car alarms wail.
Nothing too bad, but knowing that it could mean someone was being murdered out there didn’t give them any ease.
It was 8:02 pm.Β 
This is when the banging starts. Y/n thinks it could be a few doors down again. Erica thinks it’s below them and Don thinks it’s above them.Β 
Wherever it was, it was concerning.Β 
Erica releases a small nervous chuckle. β€œMaybe someone is just having a good time?” A fake smile plastered on her face to try and mask her worry. Even she didn’t believe her little theory. Not during a time like this, during The Purge.
It was a few minutes later, after they had quietly resumed their game, that footsteps were heard.
Clacking down the hallway.Β 
1, 2.
1, 2.Β 
1, 2.Β 
1, 2.Β 
They were walking at a leisurely pace. Taking their time. Strolling down the hallway and getting closer and closer.
All three of them looked towards the door, as if someone were to burst in at any moment.
The footsteps slow before coming to a stop. Right outside her door.
The three of them hold their breath, bodies flinching when a light knock rings out into the open space.
Complete silence.
Another knock.
None of them had even noticed the earlier noises had stopped, too focused on the potential threat now right outside the door. Seemingly wanting someone to open up.
Three pairs of eyes dart between each other. Silent questions trying to push their way out without being heard. A few panicked half shrugs and furrowed brows with downturned lips later, another knock rings out.
This time it was a little louder.
Barely audible whisperings of β€˜you go’, β€˜no you’, β€˜fuck no’, β€˜who even is it?’ cut through the silence. No one wanted to ask the question. To even speak a hint of it lest it result in it coming true.
Eventually after a solid minute of panicked, almost silent, squabbling later. A frustrated and frightened Erica pushed herself up. Taking a very obvious deep breath. Eyes closed and silently mumbling to herself before taking a few steps over to the front door.
She tried to be as quiet as she could but each step sounded like it weighed a ton. Every creek and every wobble made to sound the loudest.Β 
Very quietly bracing her hands upon the door, she leant up on her tiptoes. Peeking into the peephole positioned in the centre of the door.
The two left in the pile of blankets still. Not wanting to even breathe in fear of disturbing whatever was happening in front of them.
A sudden screech of pure panic and fear tore from Erica’s throat. Flailing before landing with a harsh thud on the floor beneath her. Scrambling backwards on her hands and feet, keeping her eyes on the door the entire time.
The two startle and immediately jump up, laboured breathing hindering their lungs from the sudden scare.
β€œWhat the fuck? Erica what happened? What was that?” Don frantically whispered. His eyes were also locked on the door.Β 
Y/n also whispered to her, β€œWho was that? Erica?” her eyes locked onto her friend, not able to bring herself to look at the door yet.
β€œIt was.. Oh god.. The peep..” Erica wheezed out. The fright took too much out of her with her frantic gasps for air.
A sudden bang echoed into the room. A few more followed before they all realized it was coming from the front door.Β 
Erica screeched and threw herself back into a standing position, rushing for the kitchen and grabbing any sharp knife her eyes first laid on.
Don stood frozen in fear. Not able to move or barely breathe from the looks of it.
Y/n wasn’t any better herself. Downright terrified. This was her dorm. Her dorm. Which means whoever was outside, was looking for her.
The banging persisted, the person on the other side seemingly determined to get in. This proved correct when the handle started turning whichever way it could.Β 
She didn’t even realize, terror clouding her senses because when she looked back to her two friends, Don had collapsed into himself, wheezing with little air entering his lungs amidst his panic. Erica was cornered in the kitchen, sobbing, tears flooding her cheeks and ruining her mascara she had in place.
The persistent banging stopped for a second. The faint sound of another pair of footsteps approached from the hallway outside. Muffled talking pursued but it was hard to make anything out, between her pounding heart, Erica’s sobs and the slab of wood in the way, didn’t make for easy hearing.
For Y/n, it seemed there was one second of complete silence. No sobbing, no voices, no distant alarms or explosions, no racing heart, no wheezing lungs. Before chaos sprung onto them.
Suddenly the people outside, because there was another person now, resumed banging on the door. But it didn’t seem like they were β€˜just knocking’ anymore. No.
They were trying to break the door down.Β 
She could see it from the way the door groaned and creaked under the relentless kicking. She couldn't quite tell if they were using their feet, or an object, or whatever.Β 
All that mattered was that they were trying to get in. And they were going to succeed.
β€œMove! Hide! We need to hide!” She whisper-yelled. Rushing to Don and tugging on his arm to try and get him to move. He stared at her for a few seconds before his brain caught up, registering what was happening around him. The real danger he was in right now.
β€œHide.. Oh god..” He panted, sprinting for the bathroom, the first place his eyes had landed on.
With Don now searching for a place to hide, she ran her way to Erica. Still trying to be as quiet as she could, in the little hopes that they would think she wasn’t here.
β€œErica, we need to hide! They’re getting in!” She frantically whispered to her hyperventilating friend. Trying to shake her shoulders, even resorting to lightly slapping her face to try and get her attention. She was desperate.
β€œPlease!” The sound of splintering caught both of their attention. Heads whipping towards the door starting to cave. She wasn’t all that surprised, that slab of wood was a shitty excuse for a door anyway.
Erica suddenly sprung up and dove for the piles of blankets in the living room. Trying to bury herself amongst them, taking the knife with her.
And now that all her friends had been taken care of, she ran for her bedroom. Trying her best not to stumble and fall in the dark hallway.Β 
As soon as her door came into sight, she gently opened it, gunning for her wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room. Not even looking towards the turned off lantern, she didn’t need them knowing her hiding spot from something so obvious.Β 
It was already messy anyway, so in her frazzled brain she didn’t bother caring where she tossed piles of clothes and shoes in her room.. They’d hopefully think it was like that in the first place.
After quickly clearing a space big enough for her to curl into, she did just that. Situating herself just right, back pressed against the side of the wardrobe, knees tucked to her chest and pressed against the boxes in front of her. She was sitting on old shirts she hadn’t seen for months.
Hearing the door breaking even further, she grabbed any clothes within her reach and threw them over herself. Shutting the door when she was mostly covered, she could have sworn she could hear laughter coming from the hallway.
A loud crash and splintering tore through the air. She knew it was her front door. And now they were inside.Β 
Her hands slowly went up to cup around her mouth, trying to muffle her breathing as much as she could. Her body froze. Even when she already began to feel muscle cramps settling in, she dared not move. She forced herself to breathe slowly. Every inhale a struggle along with a reminder that she was still alive at this very moment. Even if she was convinced she wouldn’t be for much longer.Β 
The thought brought tears to her eyes. The original shock wears from her body and settles into something akin to despair.Β 
Her throat started clamping up, muscles seizing and throbbing with the need to cry.Β 
It was the thudding of footsteps that shook her out of it. Snapping her half way back into a nightmarish reality.Β 
She gulped. Closing her eyes and straining her ears for any information they were willing to receive.
Just as she thought. Two pairs of footsteps.Β 
With every thud of a shoe or a spike in their muffled talking, her body would tremble.Β 
It remained like this for a few more minutes. The footsteps or talking occasionally pausing.Β 
It was during one of these silences, where a different sound was heard. She couldn’t identify the exact sounds, just ones of commotion. They were still all muffled. And then she heard muffled yelling.Β 
It sounded so dulled, between the walls and layers of wood and clothes, she could barely make out anything, her ears straining for any hint as to what was happening. Being left in the dark like this, literally and figuratively, was terrifying her.Β 
And then this horrible, awful noise carried its way between the cracks in the wardrobe. Crunching. Cracking. Stomps.Β 
That muffled yelling from before kept getting cut off. Eventually dwindling down into a barely audible groan. Those thuds never seemed to stop either. Never ending, crunching, cracking, and now wet thuds.Β 
Her brain was trying its hardest to process, to catch up with the information that it has been provided with.Β 
More footsteps, only one pair, accompanied with muffled laughter. And a more distinct sound traveling through the air.Β 
A scream.
Even more laughter, hurried footsteps and pleas of β€˜no’, β€˜please’, β€˜don’ts’.Β 
It was now, with the wet stomps still in the background, her screeching friend, that eager laugh, that her brain had finally caught up.
She was going to be sick.
They’re hurting them. Killing them.
Her friends.
Her body moved out of its own violation. Shaky hands and feet kicking and pushing their way out of the pile of clothes. Wardrobe door swinging open with a creak.
She collapsed out of it. Slumped on the floor, dry heaving. Her lungs not seeming to take enough air in but yet holding in too much. She couldn’t function. Fear overwhelmed every part of her. As well as grief.Β 
Her ears were ringing and she was left gasping, drool dripping onto the hard floor beneath her as a result of her attempted vomiting. Eyes wide open, blurry when she tapped back into her mind.Β 
Tears, clouding her vision and dripping audibly on the floorboards below her.Β 
In the distance she could hear muffled talking. Two men, she could make out more clearly. Not only that, but squelching, wet, gooey noises seemed to mingle in the air. Gurgling was the next before silence.
A minute passed, maybe two before the footsteps started up again. Those goddamn footsteps.Β 
1.. 2.
1.. 2.
1.. 2.
But they were slower than before. Steady. Taking their time.Β 
And getting closer.
Her instincts kick in, blinking profusely to try and clear her eyes from the tears, looking up and darting around before landing on the space under her bed.
She wouldn’t have enough time to fix her spot back in the wardrobe. She couldn’t run past them, not even in her best state which she certainly wasn’t in right now. She had considered her bedroom window as an option, but it was locked, which would take time to open. Not even mentioning the fact she was on the third floor, so jumping out would break at least something important. They would be quick to notice as well, and if they came for her, it was likely they would decide to chase her down.
Under her bed seemed to be her best option at the moment, and she was running out of time. Scrambling as quietly as she could, she slid herself directly under her bed, trying to center herself in the middle of it, tucking herself into a tight ball.
The footsteps stopped right outside her bedroom door, she had enough sense to shut it on her way in, thank god. But that clearly wouldn’t be enough to stop them.Β 
Almost as if the person was teasing her, they slowly clicked the door open. The distinct creak she had grown accustomed to over the months making itself known.Β 
Her muscles are tense, tightening in the presence of her predators.Β 
In the dark space from under her bed and in her room, it was obvious when the light from inside the hallway started spilling in the more the door got pushed open. In the vague depths of her mind it registered that they must’ve either turned the hall lights on, had taken one of her lanterns,Β  or were carrying one of their own.
Her lungs were burning with the effort to keep her body running with the little air she was allowing them to have, all for the sake of trying to keep quiet.
It was all too silent once again, only for a second or two before the second pair of footsteps came towards her. A lot more hasty compared to the other ones.Β 
Her breath silently hitched, the new person pushed their way into the room, stepping past their company before a thunk was heard. The sound forced her body to startle, jolting her muscles and kick starting her trembling again. An uncontrollable reaction to the fear she was under, the unrelenting motions causing a deep ache in her ribs.
The sound of rustling was now heard. It seemed they were looking for something. β€˜They’re going to kill me. They’re digging around for a weapon to stab me with, to bash my head in, to murder me like they did my friends. I’m dead. I’m dead, I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead-’
Her racing thoughts consuming her fear riddled mind failed in picking up the sound of the other pair of footsteps slowly creeping round to the end of her bed.Β 
The person paused, silently crouching down low before a pair of hands reached under.
The sudden tight grip on her ankles followed up by the sudden pull had her screeching. Pure terror flooding her veins. She had been yanked out from under her bed, lying sprawled on the floor and gazing up at the towering man stationed above her.Β 
Her lungs burned, seizing up before a sickening scream escaped her. Fuelled by genuine, unrestrained horror.Β 
They had found her.
One of her lanterns they had brought in illuminated his face in a haunting light. The darkened shadows stretching and contorting behind him to create the most grim image for her mind to paint. Not that it was far off.
A foot standing on either side of her hips, straddling her if it wasn’t for his standing position. Hands nestled comfortably back in his trouser pockets now they had done the job of retrieving her. A comfortable looking long-sleeved shirt adorned his figure. Dark splatters starting from the bottom of his shoes and creeping their way up his legs, tapering off into a few spots that painted one of his cheeks.
An easy smile softly ingrained on his face, followed by gentle looking eyes peering down at her if it wasn’t for the malicious spiral she found herself paralyzed in. Dark locks of hair extended down his back, past where she could see from her position, with the top layers sectioned off and tied back into a bun.
His mouth opened and he spoke. β€œWell, well. Look what I’ve caught for us Satoru.”
Satoru. The other man must be Satoru Gojo, and this was Suguru. Suguru Geto. The most popular guys she knew, the supposedly kindest. And then staring in the library, the walk back from the shops, the gossip her most likely dead friend had told her.
Her body suddenly felt like it was pumped full of adrenaline. Pushing herself up as fast as she could, using the bed as support all the while stumbling over her numb riddled legs. She took off, running towards the open door she so desperately wanted to pass through.Β 
A sudden arm snatched her from around her waist and she screeched. Pure instinct driving her at this point as she scratched and kicked and flailed in his, Satoru Gojo’s, hold.
The sound of something dropping before his other arm came round, collecting both her wrists in one hand of his. His grip tightened the more she fought. Her body pressed tight against his, her back to his front. His head situated itself on her shoulder, tucking over and pressing his cheek to hers even while she cried and panted and kicked.
She could feel his grin pressing against the side of her face. β€œSuch a pretty little thing we have here. Can’t let her get away so easily now, can we? Not after all the trouble we’ve gone through.” The last part practically whispered into her ear as she turned her face as far away as possible from him.Β 
A little laugh boasted out from Geto. β€œOf course not.” He strolled over to them, bending down to pick up what Gojo had dropped in order to restrain her.
Rope.
Fucking rope.
The moment her eyes zoned in and processed what Geto was unravelling in his hands she tried to fight back even harder. Eyes flooding with tears that spilled down her cheeks. Short mumblings of β€˜no’ being repeated over and over while becoming louder until she was yelling.Β 
β€œPlease don’t do this! Let me go! Please, please.. Stop!” She shrieked while sobbing, convinced they were going to kill her or torture her or something horrible like that.
Gojo walked the two of them to the edge of her bed before forcefully pushing her down, manhandling her onto her front and bending her arms to rest pressing against her back.Β Β 
She sobbed into her ruffled sheets as she felt Geto fastening the rope tight around her wrists, the rough material digging into and pinching the sensitive skin. Raw and red marks already forming amidst her struggle.Β 
Her legs still hung off the bed, trying their best to kick and hopefully injure one or both of them, but she knew it was a losing battle. None of her landing blows made them falter in any way.
When her wrists were successfully restrained Geto kept them pressed to the small of her back while Gojo let go and reached down to grab her ankles. Pulling them up and bending her legs at the knees while they both worked in finishing the task of tying her up.
When they finally stepped back to admire the work they’d successfully done, Y/n deflated. Tears soaking into her bed in which she rested on top of. Her lungs still burned, having never stopped. The hogtied position she had been forced into leaving her nothing to work with in terms of escaping. Not that she could think clearly anyway. The distress she was under proved too much.
β€œOh, Shh Sh Sh… There, there, sweet thing. Settle down for us now. We aren’t going to kill you.” Cooed, who she could only guess right now was Gojo.
Geto reached forward from his position of kneeling on the bed, gentle soothing pets stroking her hair. Her sobbing tapering off into hiccupped breathing even while flinching with every touch. β€œThere you go, good girl. See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
He pulled away from her, stepping down off the bed and heading towards the previously discarded bag on the floor Y/n hadn’t noticed before..
Y/n slowly turned her head round, no longer pressed into her sheets. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, swollen from all the crying she’d been doing. Little hiccups and groans left her while her lungs tried to recover. She’d given up struggling right now, it had done nothing but cause her pain as the rope dug and squeezed the skin of her wrists and ankles.Β 
Gojo piped up from behind her, only now feeling the heat from his legs pressing into hers causing her to flinch. β€œYou know, this would’ve gone a whole lot easier if you had just let us in sweetheart.” She could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. β€œLook at where you are now, tied up all pretty for us. Ripe for the taking.” He pressed closer to her at that, voice practically dripping with need.Β 
She whined in fear and started squirming at his words. Panic flooding her senses again for just a second before a sharp tug to her hair had her yelping, halting her movements.
β€œI thought I told you to quit that.” Geto was back to kneeling on the bed in front of her, his hand gripping tight onto her hair, eyes narrowed.Β 
Her bottom lip trembled, breaths picking up with every second he glared down at her.Β 
β€œDon’t be so mean, Sugu.” Gojo said, a teasing lilt in his voice.Β 
Geto glanced back at him before humming and letting go of his harsh grip, her scalp burning in turn. β€œI suppose you’re right. She’ll have plenty of time to learn when we take her back home.”
Gojo hummed and she felt him leaning away from her, hearing him crouch down and fiddle with something from the bag as well.Β 
β€œBack home?..” She stuttered, voice hoarse and throat dry.
Geto looked back down at her, amusement painting his face. β€œYes. Home.”
β€œWhere..” She started, face formed in a twist of concern and confusion. β€œPlease.. I.. Just let me go. I won’t- I won’t tell anyone, I’ll- I’ll leave you alone, I’ll do anything, please..” She gasped out, tears gathered freshly in her eyes again, voice cracking every few seconds.Β 
An amused eyebrow raised with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth was all she got as a response.Β 
Gojo had come back, reaching round and fastening a strip of duct tape around her mouth in a sudden flurry of movement. Giving her no time to process what he had done until after he had done it.Β 
She cried out, the sound muffled thanks to the tape, worried eyes darting around in panic as she tried squirming again for the third time.Β 
Gojo pressed up behind her once again. β€œYou’re not going anywhere, sweet pea! You’re ours now. We’ve had you picked out for a long time now.” The joy in his voice didn’t fail to put her on edge, his words doing their part in helping the tears gathered in her waterline to finally spill down her cheeks. Wetting the tape situated over her lips.
β€œHe’s right.” Geto replied. Bringing one of his hands up to show what he had collected from the bag a few moments ago. The mobile phone in his hands glowed brightly in the dark room, the lamp from before having been moved, the light now dim.
β€œWe’ll bring you back with us soon enough, but we still have a few more hours to kill before that. And why waste them.” Gojo said, the grin in his voice unsettling her, keeping her frozen in fear.
An easy smile pulled at Geto’s cheeks at that, head tilting to the side to gaze down at their pretty prey.Β 
β€œWell what are you waiting for then, Satoru?”
A pause. Smile pulling into a predatory grin.
β€œHave at it.”
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wisecrackingeric-2 Β· 1 month
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β€œYou were a fine knight, Don Quixote”
(Almost) One year remake of This Piece!!!!!!!
I know I’ve gushed already but thank you SO so so much to the serennedy community for being the most amazing and talented and kind and creative people on planet earth <<<<333333 here’s to another year of these silly lil guys!!!!!!!!!!
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utahlive Β· 1 year
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No post today (sorry to take another absence so soon! I should be back tomorrow) BUT I HAVE: doodles :3
its a little bit funny that Im. generally a bigger fan of Quackity than Wilbur (its a close tie tbh) and yet here I am
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ALSO HELLO????
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I like reblogs as much as the next artist but this is fucking insane. Thank you guys so much <333333
#utahlive#4th wall break#quackity#quackity fanart#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dream smp#dream smp fanart
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tonberry-yoda Β· 8 months
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FALL EVENTTTT!!!!!!
This is such a cute idea aughhh i love it
Could I request caught in the rain with Zoro????
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Caught in the Rain - Zoro πŸŽƒ
notes - AHHHHH THANK YOU! I was super excited about this when I saw a list of prompts and was like omfg yes I need to do that! And what a cute idea!! I love writing for Zoro and I just haven't done it in a really long time!! Thanks so much and have a seriously awesome day!! <3 word count - 387
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It was normal that Zoro got the two of you lost on walks. And it was always normal that you followed him for some reason. It was totally on you that you guys were out in the middle of no where, surrounded by golden leaves and dark skies.
"I think it's going to rain, Zoro." you said, squeezing his arm.
You got nothing but a grunt in response.
"Just let me lead," you finally said. "You can't find anything for the life of you."
"It's not my fault." he pouted.
"It literally is your fault!" You wanted to be upset, but there was really no point in doing it since 1. you were used to it and 2. it wouldn't help find the way.
So you took a deep breath and tried to get your bearings.
Which, of course, was interrupted by a raindrop landing on your forehead.
You prayed that it was just one and kept moving, holding Zoro's hand so he wouldn't get any more lost than the two of you were.
But more came.
And more.
And soon, it was downpouring.
You wanted to be upset, you really did, but when you looked around at the rain falling on the leaves above, smelled the fresh rain air, and saw Zoro smiling at the sky, you couldn't help but smile.
"We'll find our way," you sighed, wiping some water away from Zoro's eyes. "But we gotta figure out how to get out of the rain first."
Zoro kept his eyes on the sky with a smile. "I don't mind being in the rain."
"But you'll catch a cold." You grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"That's what Chopper's for."
"Working the poor little reindeer too the bone, now, are we? I'm just saying, let's get back so we can-"
As you started to walk away, you felt Zoro's hand on yours. You looked at him, who was soaked with rainwater and blinking the water out of his eyes.
"You look pretty in the rain." he said.
You froze and looked at him with wide eyes.
He pulled you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead before trying to lead you both out of the rain.
"Zoro?"
"Yeah?"
"Remind me to never let you lead us anywhere ever again."
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yuriyuruandyuraart Β· 10 months
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Yrour art isz yummy have a good day
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waaa thank youu :'Dc <33333
#ask#auhsghg you guys are so sweet sob sob#thank you so much for passing by and have a great day/night too!! <333333
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Hi, you might not know this but I am Pizzelles original creator. I just came to say that I adore your style. :3
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AWWW YES YES YES I KNOW YOU! Thank you for bringing this guy into this world!!!! Hearing this from you means so much too, it was so unexpected to see you there but I'm glad nevertheless <333333
#NO WAY#LIKE THE MAN???#THE SUGARY SPIRE???#AT MY FRONT DOOR????#LIKE WOOOOOOOAAAAH#sugary spire#pizzelle#sugary spire pizzelle#pizzelle suzette theodore#pizzelle suzette#pizzelle sugary spire
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gangplanksorenji Β· 3 months
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730 days ago where it all started..... also, something....
Yes, it has been 2 years since I had been onto this platform, releasing my fics, my down bad moments and the freakiest sets of happenings.
It has been an incredible journey from the past 730 days and it wouldn't be complete without you guys supporting me so thank you sosososo much!!!!
It has been a freaky last month for me and I love everything I've done and glad you guys liked it too, so thank you for that!
Also, since it's my 2nd anniversary as a writer, I'll be hosting my first AMA that will be up on the course of the whole day! Would love to answer your asks, questions and more, and please, be saneful for everything and don't get it too far!!
Again, Orenjideul, thanks for everything and bye!!! love y'all you hooni munchkins...... <333333
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have some cute hanni here!! isn't she lovely yereobun??? πŸ₯Ί
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lonelydncers Β· 13 days
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CAMIE ( @ohnoballoons ) NEVER DISAPPOINTS GUYS LOOK HOW PERFECTTTTTTT
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my best boy <333333 thank you again camie i love it so much
#conan gray
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rabbitsrams Β· 8 months
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having a tough time and thinking about schlatt with a perpetually lonely reader
he’d be so sweet always inviting you out with him and his friends, just spending so much time with you if you’ve had a hard week. bringing you home your favorite food and all his love
i need a big guy hug i need to be squeezed to death stella
aww scout this is a sweet idea :( also relatable bc that's my life in college :( i hope it gets better for u soon ilysm πŸ«‚πŸ«‚πŸ«‚
yes schlatt is 100% that welcoming friend. like you two met in a class or something and he knows you don't have many friends at school so he makes it his goal to try and include you in everything.
it starts off simple. he invites you to eat lunch with him after class, which takes you by surprise since you usually eat alone and he always eats with his friends. but he insists you join him.
meeting his friends is a little awkward at first, but they're very welcoming especially since schlatt has talked you up so much to them (!!!!!!).
and it's nice!! you get along with them very well :)) mostly just vibing
but after it's all done, you think it's the last time. you know these things are usually one-time, they're not actually your real friends, they were just being friendly.
but you're surprised when schlatt texts you that weekend. he's at your building, asking if you want to hang out. you're confused but you accept, cause you weren't doing anything anyway.
and you have just as much as a good time, if not even better. it's a lot more chill at his dorm, not worrying about others being loud in the dining hall and being able to relax. you were never invited back to someone's dorm before and it was a nice feeling.
schlatt becoming a consistent guest at your dorm (you're so thankful that your roommate is often gone) and you guys study together, hang out, talk, etc.
meets you outside your classrooms after class and walks with you to get food <3
also takes you out to his favorite sports off-campus to eat <333 and insists on paying <333333
you often lament to him about your difficulty to make friends. its not like you haven't tried, because you have. it kind of boils down to people not being genuine, you not getting a connection with them despite trying to.
and he reassures you that you don't need to have 1,000 fake friends to be happy in college. these people probably won't matter after graduation.
"hey, if makes you feel better, 'least you've got me."
that makes you cry. you hug him tight and he returns it with equal fervor, squeezing you and never wanting to let go. you mean so much to him, you're such a genuine person and probably the best friend he's ever made at that school.
and possibly wanting to become more than friends πŸ˜‰
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