#there are so many weirdos at my job it would be his personal hell

[emo-eyemakeup-evildude]

in some kind of modern music studio au what instrument do y’all think Astor would teach/play

I feel like it’s gotta be something classical, like just the most insufferable violinist you’ve ever met. some pretentious ass “I only play baroque” cello in the local phil. hyrule’s best classically trained pianist who refuses to do accompanist parts for school competitions

#astor age of calamity #there are so many weirdos at my job it would be his personal hell #our top classical pianist played Beatles songs with us at a school tour #I never interact with these assholes because they suck so bad no one wants to work with them #I love the thought of Astor being just the worst coworker you've ever had #but idk what instrument he would play I just know what kind of shithead he would be #I love him

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (1)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: two, three, four, five

Word Count: 2,6K (i was inspired by god itself)

Warnings: none, lot of context (i promise the next chapter will have way less filling), light flirting

A/N: I HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT AT LEAST 5 CHAPTERS MORE, I HOPE SOMEONE LIKES THIS FIRST ONE BECAUSE I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS DAMN CLOWN. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in other parts! (Side note: i'm spanish, so if there's some mistakes, i'm trully sorry, i don't have beta readers).

It's not enough to suddenly find herself locked in a box with 3 idiots she met a matter of hours ago, no; To make it worse, as it could not be otherwise, it turns out that she is in a bloody circus, ''kidnapped'' by a band of pirates that she recognizes as soon as she sees the red and white tent over their heads, the distressed faces of the poor people that make up the audience, and the costumes of the band around them.

She sighs, and wonders what the hell she's doing there despite knowing perfectly well what kind of decisions have led her to that damned place. Wanna know what happened? Let's recap, shall we?

(Y/N) (S/N). That name doesn't sound familiar, right? Very few know it but the reputation that accompanies the person who responds to it is very famous throughout the 4 seas. She is not a bounty hunter, nor a marine, neither a pirate or a pirate hunter, like the green-haired hottie with whom she finds herself in such trouble, or a thief, like the ginger who she bet, will escape running without looking back at the slightest opportunity she finds.

No, she's a mercenary. She doesn't work solely for money, otherwise she would go against the most bloodthirsty and ruthless of each sea, and that doesn'tt interest her, because she would put herself on the radar of both the pirates and the marines.

No, she is contacted through different channels, none of them direct, and if the job interests her, amuses her, or even piques her curiosity, she accept it. She goes after all kinds of people, whether they are pirates or marines, gangsters at the top of the terror scale or criminals who, like her, tried to keep a low profile.

However, and as we were saying, despite trying to remain anonymous, she is good at her job, a born strategist with an incredible facility to adapt and blend in with her surroundings to sneak into the most remote places, so her existence inevitably began to be noticed along the seas, rumors about this young mercenary with an angelic face, who only responded to her own morals and of whom few escaped to tell the tale.

And this is how she met that group of weirdos who found each others through the power of the plot's convenience; her last assignment was to steal the map from the Grand Line. There are not many, these kept safe and protected in large fortresses throughout the globe, and among all those that she could have tried to steal, she made the horrible decision of going for the one that was closest to her, encountering those three idiots in the crossfire of the disaster that unfolded in Shells Town.

How did she end up giving up the assignment and at that precise moment there, with them?  Simple: Luffy piqued her curiosity. And there are few things stronger than (Y/N)'s curiosity.

"Hey, I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town, you're the clown guy. Umm, uh… Binky, right?" Luffy exclaimed, as confident of himself as usual.

Buggy, she mentally corrected, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes at the same time the clown corrected loudly and dramatically listed his many nicknames. Which she was sure, only he called himself.

''Wow, you have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are.” The audience gasp. There's confusion in the boy's face, and an almost psychopatic tic in the clown's one. ''What did you just say?'' Buggy asks lowly. ''Just that everyone knows who you are.'' Luffy repeats.

''Nose!? Are you making fun of my nose!?’’

Then came the slap, like the one someone usually gives when a friend is trying to steal their food or touch something they definitely shouldn't. Buggy is killing the straw hat boy with his eyes but the gesture is so… innocent.  She expected threats with knives, to be honest.

And because of the unexpected, she almost let a laugh escape in the form of a cough but she controlled herself fast enough to not grab unnecessary attention to her.

''What's real is...'' Buggy resumes the conversation, getting some distance with Luffy to walk around the rest too.  ’’I’ve been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe-Hand moron…’’ (Y/N) sees how he approaches her, but she didn't expect him to close the distance between each other so much, his nose almost touching her own, sharp blue eyes fixed on her from a slightly lower perspective. The truth is... that she also doesn't know how to tell if that nose is real or not, but now she really wants to touch it to find out. Dear God, what a realistic texture. It’s incredible.

Pressing her lips together in a contained expression as she shakes her head, she raises an eyebrow, letting him know that the joke wasn't as funny as he hoped, and he clucks, accepting defeat in such good humor that no one would say, that is a kidnapping and someone would end up dead by the end of the day.

She heard of him. His reward was not one of the highest but neither one of those that go unnoticed in the East Blue. He was also an eccentric, of course people talked about the blue-haired, red-nosed clown who terrified his victims in a macabre way. Those who survived ended up traumatized.

He is, or at least looks, younger than she imagined, and he fit right in with the urban legends of evil clowns kidnapping children and then dismembering them. She wonders, silently, thoughtful eyes scanning his face and body language from a distance, if this is some softie on the inside with high aspirations in life who was unfortunate enough to bump into someone who traumatized him and hence all this show and facade of the cruel and heartless clown -to protect himself as the good cliché he seems- or if, on the contrary, he is, simply and plainly, a yandere who craves attention no matter how he has to obtain it.

If she remembers correctly, there was also a rumor that he ate a devil fruit. Just like Luffy, which it doesn't take long for the clown to discover after Zoro tries to save the situation by showing off his reputation -obviously it doesn't work- and Nami does exactly what (Y/N) predicted. Not her fault, either, she doesn't owe any of them anything at all.

''Okay. Here ends the theatrics.’’ The lights go out and it’s then that everyone can small the disaster in the air. A chill runs down the back of (Y/N), who tends to infiltrate without being seen and avoids, whenever possible, a direct encounter; hand-to-hand combat is not exactly his specialty. And given the circumstances is impossible for her to know if the daggers she usually hides in the side of his combat boots -for emergencies like this one- are still there. ''I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?”

How long were they unconscious before? Enough to hijack the ship, get to land, and move 4 dead weight bodies to that circus, locking them in a box. By that point she would bet some member of the gang would have thoroughly searched the ship, and them too. Disgusting.

Buggy takes a last, attentive look at both Zoro and Nami, ruling out that one of the two has the map because when the girl tried to flee, Luffy was not shocked thinking that perhaps she would steal it from him. Which leaves the two of them, Luffy and her, alone with him.

''So, please'' the clown gestures to his subordinates with his head. ''make these two guests uncomfortable in the green room. I’m gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal and…’’ His eyes jump to her, tilting his head to the side with genuine curiosity. ''this beauty that was incapable of taking her eyes off me.''

Fuck. Was it that obvious?

''Doll, you are the only one who hasn't opened your mouth yet and I don't think it's because you’re a shy little flower.'' He begins, circling around her like an animal hunting its prey, analyzing it, hoping to see a chink of weakness to attack. ''Are you bored?'' He asks almost in a whisper near her ear. ''Is that it? Are you so, so bored that you don't think it's worth enough interacting with the rest of us?'' Breaking away from her when he realizes she doesn't falter, he smiles a huge, threatening smile, looking her up and down in such a way that it almost makes her feel dirty. "Or maybe you're the one who has my map, and you're quiet to try not to attract /my/ attention."

She? The map? Wearing such tight pants and top? Yeah, maybe up her ass, but she's not the one who is going to tell him otherwise because if he, or one of his subordinates, comes to search her, she could take advantage of the opportunity to steal some sort of weapon from them.

In particular from Buggy; (Y/N) saw the knives he keeps in his coat and… she wouldn't mind taking a closer look at that interesting nose.

"Busted." She finally admits with a lopsided smile, raising both eyebrows when she sees the surprise on the clown's face. He didn't expect such a cocky response, did he? "I'm not the type of person who likes to attract attention, the spotlight is for others who are more... flashy." She pronounces it honeyedly, repeating the same nickname he used before, pointing at him with a gesture of her chin. "However, I'm not going to tell you where the map is. If you want to find it, come and search for it yourself."

Shrugging her shoulders, she stretches out both arms in a gesture that invites him to come closer. Bold, he thinks, more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events, taking some steps in her direction. She adds once more: "although I would be surprised if you hadn't already done it during the time we have been unconscious"

"Me?" He points at himself, stopping right in front of her. "Take advantage of a defenseless young lady?" He almost sounded offended if it wasn't for the shit eating grin and the eager way he was scanning her body now. "What kind of degenerate do you take me for?"

She scoffs, and Buggy, unsure, seems to consider -for some long seconds- whether or not to do the job himself, (Y/N) being too calm for how helpless she seems. But surely, he knows, she doesn't have any weapons on her; his subordinates were in charge, as she said, of searching all of them as soon as they were brought to the circus.

In the end he gives up, because he would be damned if he dared to refuse to thoroughly touch this mysterious woman who may, just may, have his map hidden somewhere. He strongly doubts it, tho.

Soon enough, he moves again, standing then behind her, and without asking permission, he doesn’t need it either, his hands start roaming her shoulders and sides slowly, making sure to feel anything weird between her clothes and the skin underneath. Like the fucking map, folded until it is nothing more than a small piece of paper easy to hide. 

Because that is the whole point of that scene, right?

"Go on, be my guest." she says sarcastically, trying to stay calm and breathe slowly, because (Y/N) likes to pretend to be made of stone, but not /that much/. The pressure of those gloves against her already tight clothes and the hungry way she knows those -green? blue? difficult to say with those circus lights- eyes are watching her every move make her heart beat a bit faster in something she’d call /the average amount of nervousness when a known, wanted pirate search for something we wants while threatening to kill you if he doesn’t find it/.

Buggy, on the other hand, is so engrossed in his task that his usual cocky smile has disappeared a few seconds ago; he is waiting to feel a change in the girl's body language to be able to guess if she has it or if, on the contrary, this search will be saved in his memory as no more than a small pleasurable pause after all the stress that the goddamn map is putting him through. Because he can't deny it, she's actually a beauty, and in other circumstances he wouldn't mind getting to know her in a funnier way. At all.

Inhaling deeply, wetting his red lips with his tongue, he lets the air out slowly, tilting his head to the side to see her better. He should hurry up and stop making that scene as intimate as it's becoming, audience and all, but he's a thorough man. Or that’s the excuse -explanation- he will give to whoever dares to ask.

"Where the hell did you hide my map?" He asks melodiously as he finishes searching her torso, his right hand starting to go a little lower, getting dangerously close to her hipbone when (Y/N)'s right hand flies up and catches his wrist between her fingers, stopping him dead in his tracks. She couldn't help it, she acted on autopilot, she is not ready to be the main character of a porn movie with audience included letting him roaming all around as he pleases. "Not between my legs, so keep lowering your hands and I'll cut them off." she threatens, turning her face to look at him standing behind her.

Right back, as if those words were magical or something, the huge, shit eating smile of his returns to the lips of the unstable clown, and without letting go, he makes her spin, facing her with both hands on her waist, strongly keeping her in place, sharp eyes fixed on her, and without realizing it, she stops breathing for a second. "You promise?" He whispers, pleads almost, in an amused, delighted tone of voice after such a threat. She was way interesting than he expected, not as shy or scared as an unarmed girl like her should be. He likes that. A lot.

However, he has -sadly- things to do and he did in fact, already lost time with her. His eyes betraying him the moment they land on the girl's lips, Buggy winks at her with a cocky expression and pulls away suddenly, raising both arms "Another disappointment, how many more can our audience endure? You’re the only one left, Rubber Boy, don't let me down." He points him, moving closer, while (Y/N) just stays there where he left her, wondering what the fuck just happened and why does her heart run so fast now.

Adrenaline, probably.

"Take her with the others" he ends up saying to a couple of members of his gang, to which she responds by moving on her own in the direction of where they have taken Zoro and Nami before, preventing them from guiding her by force and discovering the knife she stole from Buggy when he got so damn close to her, and which she secretly hid between the waistband of her pants and her shirt.

Risky, she could cut herself with the smallest movement at the least expected moment, but it was way worse to see herself unarmed.

Buggy, infatuated, takes one last look at her and, raising one hand, waves his fingers in the air with a huge smile on his face as he says goodbye to her.

"See you later, love."

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #one piece live action #buggy x you #buggy the clown fanfiction #one piece #one piece x reader

[lovelybrooke]

Hey darlin. My birthday was yesterday.. (Sept 6th) so I was wondering can we have head canons with the ohshc crew about the reader leaving to go to college? Make it yandere to please. Thank you so much darling!

-your local weirdo

Reader Leaving for College Headcanons

Masterlist

Everyone is devastated when you have to leave. It doesn't matter if you're going to be three minutes away or leaving the country, their reactions are going to be the same.

Haruhi understands you the most, she gets why going to college is so important for you and your future, but it doesn't mean she'll be any less sad. She might encourage you to go to the same school as her, or even just say close. If you're going far away, she'll remember to come visit so she doesn't have to deal with the rest of the hosts alone.

Kyoya is very subtle about his disappointment. He internally believes that if you need a job so bad you can come and work for his family's company, which he will eventually run. You think it's a joke when he offers and while he laughs with you, he is 100% serious. If working for him doesn't work out, he doesn't mind you leaving for college, but he would want to at least to provide for you financially.

Honey is constantly in tears the week before you leave. He can't believe you would want to leave him, of all people. Like Kyoya, he would offer you money to get you not to leave, reminding you off all the bad things that could happen if you leave them. If you insist on leaving, he'll let it go, but he won't be leaving your side the last few weeks before you leave. Don't be surprised when you get a phone call an hour after moving in.

Mori is conflicted. On one hand, he resonates with Honey, not wanting to leave you. On the other hand, he's much more realistic, he understands you can visit them during breaks, call him when you have free time, you're not leaving forever, right? The more he thinks about it, the more he doesn't want you to leave. Even if you come visit them during break, you have to leave again eventually. Once you graduate, you might get a job that requires you to move, you might meet new people at school who you like better. He doesn't express it as much, but he is just as sad as Honey.

The twins are super judgmental, mostly as a coping mechanism. They not only judge the school you're going to, but your major, your room in the dorm, hell even your workload. They're both constantly reminding you how difficult college is and how you should totally just not go, they'll even pay for whatever drop out fees you have. They remind you that everything's going to be worse at your rinky dink school, and if that doesn't work, we'll then they'll just keep an eye on you through tracking devices on your phone, just to make sure you aren't having too much fun without them.

Tamaki is the most devastated. He genuinely doesn't know what he's going to do without you. He does everything he can to get you to change your mind, offer you money, houses, jobs. It gets to the point where he's even offering you enrollment at the school, he plans on going. He has enough money to get you into any school you want, pick what you want. If that doesn't work, then he resorts to constantly reminding you of him through money. Your entire tuition is being paid for by Tamaki, he's upgrading your room, he's even paying off teachers and students who treat you poorly.

While all of them are dramatic, they are very proud of you. They attempt to express this though their fear of you leaving, but they find it difficult when their favorite person in the work is leaving them. They all try and make sure you don't make too many close friends, not wanting to be replaced, and that your time at school goes smoothly. Though, it's very tempting to offer money to the dean to get you expelled, just so they could have you running back to them. But they would never do that...hopefully.

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A/n: Hope you liked this. Hope you had a good birthday; sorry I didn't get this out sooner.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere ohshc #ohshc x reader #yandere ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club x reader #ouran high school host club #ouran host club

[archer-kacey]

Shawn Flynn (Analysis)

Let's talk about my favorite JDS weirdo!

We first hear Shawn's voice in Bendy and the Ink Machine, but Joey also mentions him in Illusion of Living in passing.

Joey mentions two things here, firstly that Shawn does "an excellent job." I know Joey lies more than a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, but considering the fact that JDS is held together with duct tape and rubber bands, I'm inclined to believe him here. After all, how the hell could they keep up with demands (so much so that the Alice dolls were overstocked) if the foreman fucked off constantly.

Joey also says that Shawn's "creativity knows no bounds." Makes sense for his position, but also helps confirm that Joey does think highly of him in terms of his work. On a personal level, though, maybe not so much.

Based on Joey's insistence for perfection, we can infer that Shawn, like many, was just trying to do his damn job, and Joey blew his lid when things weren't exactly to his liking.

Shawn also mentions that the Alice merchandise wasn't selling well, and offhandedly proposes that they may have to melt the remaining stock down in order to get rid of it. Pretty self-explanatory tape, all things considered.

(The Bendy Wiki also mentions that he has a Dublin accent. I am not at all an expert on ANYTHING Irish but I did find out that Jacksepticeye is from Offaly, Ireland (Midland/East Ireland) and Dublin is also part of East Ireland, so...I'm assuming this is correct.)

There is also an easter egg with the Seeing Tool in BATIM written over Shawn's audio log, though this is mostly a nod to his voice actor.

Anyway, onto Boris and the Dark Survival.

In BATDS, Shawn mentions that he bought a new belt, (a one-of-a-kind toolbelt apparently,) and it was stolen immediately the next day. The perpetrator was a Gent employee, and they very brazenly wore it around right after stealing it. We aren't sure who this employee is, that's mostly speculation. But I don't think that's the point- this odd anecdote represents some of the first seeds of distrust being sown between JDS and Gent employees.

This brings us to Dark Revival.

Funnily enough, I find Shawn's departure from the studio much more interesting than his actual time employed there.

Firstly, Shawn mentions that Joey took it well when he decided to leave. Between the shift towards Gent's experiments and new technology, the funding from Gent, and the sudden irrelevance of having Bendy merch going out in droves, it's possible that Joey just didn't care.

Shawn also seems to give zero fucks about Joey's opinion, based on his Dark Revival and Bendy audio logs, which I find fucking hilarious. Not the first disgruntled employee, but certainly the most confident when faced with Joey himself.

He mentions wanting to find a cabin upstate, see some open sky, and start anew with his family. Overall it seems like leaving JDS gave him a more hopeful lens on life.

But the MOST headscratching thing about his parting audio log is the last few lines;

"But before I go, I've made one last toy. A little parting present for the factory lads. Let's see how long it takes them to find it."

We never hear from Shawn again, so we have NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS LMAO. Leave it to Shawn to be mysterious for no apparent reason.

However, there is a possible connection to be made. In the Heavenly Toys area, there's a factory output sheet slapped on one of the walls.

The last column mentions a "Bendy Starface Stuffed Toy", which we've never seen presently. There was only one ever made, and after that it was immediately discontinued.

I don't know why it would be listed at all if Shawn did leave the Starface Bendy as a gift, so this may all be a dead end. (I'm also aware that this might be a "Scarface" reference, although I really don't know what that has to do with anything.) Regardless, I find it a weird coincidence that Shawn left a single toy behind, and Starface also seems to be a completely unique Bendy toy.

TL;DR Shawn Flynn is cool and might have left an Among Us plushie at the studio for his co-workers

#also how many malewife toymakers is Jacksepticeye going to act for because he's done 2 so far #shawn flynn #jacksepticeye #bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #boris and the dark survival #batds

[rainybubbles]

How do you meet One Piece Boys ?

Part 1- Marco, Mihawk, Izo, Sanji

Marco

-Try to get Ace some spicy food, and you get an explosion.

-That's how a fart can literally kill, I guess.

-But now there was a hole in the boat.

-The boat repairman was unavailable.

(his hair burnt, and his hands too)

-So Marco was here on the island trying to find a new boat repairman.

-He, firstly, found your boss who advised him to go towards you

(in fact he has a phobia of pineapples, but let's omit this detail)

-Marco presented himself, so do you

-That's how you two met.

-Yes, Marco would have not preferred that he met you because of Ace's fart.

-but he guess nothing in his life would one day be normal.

Izo

-A gun on your temple.

-Yeah, that's sounds more like how dying in 2 steps than "how-i-meet-my-boyfriend"

-Both of you were pirates, but not in the same crew.

-And your captain decided to fight against Whitebeard.

-That's how you ended up with a gun, asking yourself if the death was as pretty as this man.

-You didn't have the time to try to negociate that your captain screamed.

-Not like a "WE CAN DO THIS" thing.

-But more like "I ABANDON ALL OF YOU, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT, AND I LIE AT ALL OF YOU, JUST TO STEAL MONEY" thing.

-Guess you're almost dead and ALONE now.

-Izo and Whitebeard's crew probably pitied your crew.

-They immediately stopped the fight and while some of the commanders were sent to find your old captain.

-Edward offered you to join his crew if you wanted to.

-He didn't have to finish his sentence that you were already saying yes.

-...guess the lipsticks and the guns get you.

-And will continue to do, because Izo was your commander.

Mihawk

-You suck at everything.

-(Me too bestie, but let's ignore this)

-And you thought that being volunteer in the marine could might help you in being more confident and skillful.

-You were wrong.

-You just did more push-ups and heard more screams with how useless you were.

-And your lieutenant thought it was a brilliant idea to exploit you to do the fatigues.

-Such as deliver letters to a Warlord in person.

-Let's not talk about how the Humandrills put you in a tree, laughing at you so loud that it troubled the calmness of a certain epeeist.

-Yeah.

-Mihawk's first meeting with you was in a tree.

-With you covered in mud.

-A letter in your mouth.

-And you confessing your sins thinking that was how you were dying.

-...maybe he needed to stop the wine.

Sanji

-You saw many diseases.

-Smallpox, Hanahaki, hell even the plague.

-But a nosebleed which fills a barrel and lets the patient unconscious only because of women.

-Maybe it was a sign for you to find a new job.

-You've tried discussing with his doctor who was in your surgery searching for some new blood bags.

-(He was out of stock)

-Chopper said it was better to experience it to understand it.

-So he let the blondie wake up with a picture of a woman in his hands...

-Damn.

-Guess your white wall would have to be repainted.

-Interested you asked if it was current and if you could observe and study this behaviour.

-After all it was really something new and could help to finish some of your essays.

-A weirdo with a nosebleed problem

-that's how you met.

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language :( !

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #mihawk x reader #izo x reader #marco x reader #marco one piece #one piece #x reader #izo

[ghostgorlsworld]

Moondrunk Monster pt 2 (ghost x reader)

You're a retired combat medic that made a mistake, costing you your cushy office job. As punishment, you're sent to an active war zone, where you meet the 141, a squad of werewolves that slowly accept you as their own. (I know, I know I'm bad at summarizing)

this fic has me writing five thousand words in one (1) day, I am obsessed. you can find pt 1 here

Warnings: um violence. Ghost being a weirdo.

Part 2

After that day, things changed for you.

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.” 

“All I did was my job, Gaz,” you said, patting his shoulder in a motherly fashion.“There’s no need to thank me.”

Gaz raised a brow. “The other medics would have let me bleed out, doc, I’m here because of you.” You accepted the Snickers and his thanks, thinking that would be the end of it. But 141 seemed to think you were apart of their squad now, clustering around you at the lunch table like so many guard dogs, following you out into the thick of the desert whenever you and the other medics had to pick up supplies from the routine airdrops, holding down flailing patients for you while you sewed up gashes and cauterized missing limbs.

Captain Graves called it pack bonding. It was common with their kind, and partially the reason why the military liked wolves in their ranks. 

You appreciated it in your own way. Soldiers respected you a little more now, the fearless medic that gave her own blood to a wolf. 

Lunch today was a mess of shepherd's pie and a tin of pineapples–not bad considering the beans and sausage of yesterday. You sat at the nearest empty table, uncapping a bottle of water.

Within a minute Soap was tumbling into the spot in front of you, a plate of raw meat in his hand. Wolves couldn’t survive on human food alone, so the military made special adjustments.

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. Even supersoldiers didn’t get special treatment.

“Hey, lass,” Soap said, nudging your foot with his own. “Mind passing me a bottle?” You nodded, reaching behind you for the cases of water while the rest of 141 took a seat, Ghost uncomfortably close on your left. He was odd like that, not seeming to mind human customs like personal space like the others did.

“You never said where you were from, lass,” Soap said, the beginner of conversation as always. He looked at you, blue eyes twinkling. “Bet I could guess.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not a hard one.” “Texas.”

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

“Florida.”

“Not Florida either.”

“Fine, what is it?” Soap took a bite of flank steak, the noise making you shudder. 

Ghost turned to make quiet conversation with Price, his thick thigh pressing into yours. 

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.” “Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.” “Those are fightin’ words where I’m from,” you said, pointing your fork at him. “You’re lucky I’m too hungry to care.”

Soap barked a laugh. “Oh please, you look like you’ve never been in a fight in your life, bonnie.”

“You know, I was a combat medic back in the day–a proper one,” you said dryly, taking a bite of pie. “I was in the Berlin Incident of 2013, and there were plenty of body parts and wolves flying around in that one.”

The table stilled, eyes going to you. The Berlin Incident was an infamous bloodbath–you still have nightmares about it. 

Price blew a breath, looking thoughtful. “That was…you couldn’t have been more than, what, eighteen?” “Nineteen. I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but…” you shrugged. “Orders are orders, right?”

“Why’d you stop doing it then?” Soap asked, a man that has never shied away from uncomfortable questions. “You must’ve been experienced by the time you could order a beer at a bar.”

Ghost was stiff beside you, watching you eat. Humans would look away, but he never does.

They were memories from a different life. The days of crouching under gunfire with a fistfuls of gauze and adrenaline only resurfaced in dreams. “How honest do you want me to be?” You asked wryly. It wasn’t a memory you liked to remember, especially not surrounded by wolves.

“As honest as you want to.” Soap ripped off another bite, the sound eerily reminiscent of teeth crunching on bone.

“I was mauled.” You peel back part of your shirt, showing the heavy scarring on your collar. “It wasn’t his fault, really, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It took a year for me to be back on my feet and by then…I was ready for some peace and quiet.”

It was a year of physical therapy and healing, struggling against the infections that come with a wolf bite. 

Soap stared, unabashed, until you tucked the scars away. He was silent for a long moment, tapping his fork against the table. “You saved my life after one of us did that to you?” Gaz said, cocking a brow. “You must be forgiving.” Ghost shifted, his hand coming up to grip the collar of your shirt. He pulled it down slightly, just barely showing the tip of the scarring.

And you let him, because…well, you don’t know why you let him. 

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

You wondered what exactly Ghost’s file looks like, how many cases of human aggression to make his squad this antsy. 

“Why didn’t it kill you?” Ghost asked, the first words he had said to you that day. 

Christ, they never pull their punches do they? “He stopped,” you said blandly, your breath catching at the feeling of fingers pressing into your skin. “Like I said, it wasn’t on purpose. Once he realized what he did, he carried me to the nearest medic.” 

Ironically, the two of you were still friends to this day. He liked to send you a funeral arrangement and a birthday card every year, writing glad you’re still alive, doc under the Happy Birthday.

Donny always had an odd sense of humor.

It helped that he wasn’t wearing his human face when he did it, it helped you separate the man from the wolf whenever you thought about that terrifying thirty seconds of blood and teeth–bones crunching, skin tearing, muscle turned to crimson thread. 

Ghost tugged your shirt collar back into place, oddly gentle. “You’re tougher than you look, love,” he said, turning back to his food with an air of finality. 

“Thank you, sir,” you said, like a good soldier. 

It felt like approval. You hated that you liked it.

There were times when you couldn’t sleep, so you would sit beside the lip of your tent with a lamp and a book as your patients of the night slept peacefully, some aided by morphine. 

The 141 tent was empty, its inhabitants deep in the desert on Graves’ whim. You worried about them, in your own way, thinking about what would have happened if they hadn’t gotten Gaz to you in time. 

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

That was becoming a problem. He watched you constantly since that day in the mess hall, watching you work, eat, speak, uncanny in his faded mask. 

If he were a man, you would think he was into you. You’re a medic, you’ve had several star-eyed soldiers follow you around like ducklings after you dug a bullet out of them, but never like this. Never a wolf. 

You didn’t know what to think. 

When you asked Soap about it, he shrugged and said, “Lass, Ghost is as strange as they come. Someone messed about with his brain a couple years ago, a nasty bit of torture, he hasn’t been right ever since.”

“Should I be concerned?” You asked, feeling sympathy unfurl the knot in your gut. Neurological problems made sense, explaining the staring issue and the lack of social awareness.

Soap shook his head. “He’s not the type to hurt women, doc, human or otherwise. He may seem a little rough around the edges but I’ve known him for a long time–he’s one of my best mates.” That wasn’t saying much. As much as you liked him, Soap didn’t have many rules in the ways of morality, he liked war because he liked killing, he liked being able to chase and hunt with the legal license permitting him to do so.

You talk to Ghost sometimes, when he decides to bring a cup of tea over when the both of you can’t sleep. You didn’t bother to tell him that you don’t like tea, because it seems rude and maybe it would stop him coming to see you completely, so you drained the cup and told yourself you’ve developed a taste for it.

Generally, he listened as you spoke. He was a good listener, paying attention as you talked about home–how it snowed sometimes, during the winter. How hot the summers would get, heat coming off the cornfields in a red haze.

Your family, that you saw three times a year, two weeks each time if you could swing it. 

You didn’t know why you told him these things, something about the way he paid attention to you made you feel like you had to fill up the silence, otherwise he might swallow you whole.

Could wolves even be attracted to human women? 

You knew that you were strangely attracted to him, to his height, his eyes, the gruff rumble of his voice, the way he commanded fear and respect. But was his…fascination attraction or something else?

You’ve heard of wolves that like to eat their prey. You don’t like to believe rumors or myths but Ghost makes you believe them, a little bit.

You shifted to another side of your hip, adjusting the book in your lap. The night was cool and quiet, the moon above only a few days before being full.

A full moon always meant trouble, with or without wolves.

It didn’t affect them like in the stories of moon-crazed madness. It was more like a calling, an urge to be bare-skinned and free under the moon. Danny used to say it was like being high, all he wanted to do was dance and eat and fuck.

You imagined Ghost, in his massive, graceful body dancing, and smiled to yourself.

You reached into your pocket for a package of powdered donuts, another gift from a grateful patient. She had gotten her leg blasted with an explosive, and you had just barely managed to salvage it, though she had a long road to follow before she would be able to walk again.

Maybe they weren’t healthy, but they were sweet and soft and reminded you of the days that you would sit in a boat with your grandfather, chicken liver hooked to your fishing pole as you waited for the catfish to bite. You were so young then, powdered sugar on your fingers as you begged your grandfather to let you try a sip of his coffee.

You were on your third one when 141 came home, slipping from the guarded gates to return to their tent for showers and a meal. You waved, smiling at Price when he nodded to you.

Soap broke off from the pack to ruffle your hair with his dirty hands, accepting a donut when you offered one. “You always have the best snacks, bonnie,” he said, winking as he slunk away to shower.

Ghost followed soon enough, approaching warily like a feral cat. You smiled at him too, offering him the last donut of the pack. “You’re back, sir.”

He nodded, taking the donut and staring at it as if he was unsure what to do with it. 

“I’ll look away,” you said, turning your face to the courtyard. You figured the mask had something to do with the torture Soap mentioned, either scarring or trauma–though most of the time they were one and the same. 

You heard him sigh, then a rustle of fabric as he pulled up the mask and took a bite. You hide a smile. “It’s good, yeah? Processed American bullshit, sir.”

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench. 

“Couldn’t sleep, love?” He asked, mask safely back over his mouth. He tilted his head, unintentionally predatory.

You shook your head, your hand coming up to rub at your shoulder. It aches on cold nights, bleeding memories of teeth scraping against bones. “No, it’s just…old wounds, I guess.”

Ghost shoved his hand into his pocket, drawing something out carefully. It was a notebook, clean of gore and muck, a small blue pen stuck into the spiral binding. 

He offered it to you and you took it, because somehow you could never refuse him. 

“Saw you scribbling on napkins,” Ghost said, jerking his head to the mess on your desk. “Thought this would do a better job.” Unexpectedly, you’re delighted. You had been looking for a notepad, having not had enough time to pack yours back at your previous base. You liked to sketch, to draw the people and places around you–it made things seem realer, less like a dream.

“Thank you, sir,” you said, smiling and flipping it open. The pages are bare. “I’ve been looking for one.”

“You’re welcome, love.” “That reminds me, sir, I’ve got a joke for you.”

“And what’s that?”

“What do you call an Australian visiting England on vacation?” You can almost imagine him cocking a brow, his silence expectant.

“Returning to the scene of the crime,” You laughed at your own joke, unable to help yourself. Soap had helped you come up with that one. 

Ghost’s eyes are creased behind the pale, cracked skull of his mask. You think he might be smiling. “Christ, pet, that was awful.” You tucked the notebook to your chest. “Had to repay you in some way, sir. Feel free to use it in the future.” “Negative, love.” Ghost turned to disappear into his tent, unstrapping the heavy duty vest over his chest. You laughed again, picking yourself off the ground with a little less weight on your chest. 

[in-a-continuous-daydream]

I am bored and love fictional characters so much, so here’s a list of my dearest characters, in no particular order, and comments on why I love them and they are my everything:

1. Sansa Stark - Game of Thrones

She went through hell and back at merely 14-17 years old and people hate her for starting out as a sheltered girl…which she was. She played the game and was so so resilient, literally had her naiveness/hope beaten out of her and she was still able to see kindness in the world and be a merciful person to those who deserved it. I love her and can’t understand why would anyone hate her.

2. Ser Davos - Game of Thrones

Literally everyone’s father in GoT. He is loyal, sweet and GOOD. He loved Shireen when Stannis couldn’t be bothered, and then stood with Jon through it all. Love him.

3. Inej Ghafa - Six of Crows

She is a SWEETHEART. Has been through so much and still remains sweet and hopeful and strong. A beacon of light and a goddamn QUEEN.

4. Richie Lipschitz - Nerdy Prudes Must Die

My sweet nerd boy. He is doing his best, he was so full of life. He is sweet and a weirdo. He deserved so much better and HE’S NOT A LOSER.

5. Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows

A talented intelligent boy. Fuck his father fr. Taken for granted but has saved the crew so many times. He is so so sweet and TALENTED!!

6. Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of the Dragon

She is my queen idc. My girl deserves that throne more than any men. She is sweet and the best mother and such a beautiful soul. Smart and resourceful.

7. Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Such a comfort character. A good person, strong, smart and did I mention good??? He is so good, but doesn’t accept shit from anyone! He is sassy and funny! And such a mom, that man is Sam’s mom and did an amazing job. COMFORT CHARACTER.

8. Bucky Barnes - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Speaking of comfort characters. He deserves better, he deserves to rest, he deserves a break. A good person, an amazing person who went through hell and still remained good.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #jon matteson #starkid #richie lipschitz #hatchetfield #sansa stark #sansa #game of thrones #the game of thrones #asoiaf #ser davos #inej gafha #inej ghafa #six of crows #wylan van eck #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #bucky barnes #marvel #dean winchester #spn

[whumpshaped]

I can’t tell if you want to keep talking about your vampire lore to anyone who will listen or if you’re sick of it and want to do actual writing. The thing is, I will happily read vampire lore, and I have questions.

1. You wrote that populated areas are unofficially divided by vampire hunting territories. Are those big? Like, imagine that you are a normal human person who goes outside at night a reasonable amount. You do not want to encounter a vampire. What are the odds that one eventually catches you? Is getting bitten at some point a bad but relatively normal thing like breaking a bone? Is “never have I ever been bitten by a vampire” a fine question for a party or would that be like joking about a serious traumatic event?

2. How do crucifixes and garlic/garlic flowers play into this? Tumblr loves Bram Stoker’s Dracula and you keep posting about the bible, so I feel like you’ve thought about both details.

3. Are there any vampires that are pretty chill? Ones that were sired and freed by a decent guy and now they just hang out while still drinking human blood? I can’t shake the mental image of someone being bitten, but then the vampire compliments them on their Barbie(2023) shirt and gives them 20 dollars or something like that. Sorry for taking your whump setting and making it silly.

PLEASE YES I LOVE QUESTIONS. BUT ALSO I HAVE A DRABBLE HALF WRITTEN ALREADY IN THE DRAFTS I WILL COME BACK IN A SECOND.

ok im back. never apologise for the silly. i am the king of silly and i love all my loyal subjects. /j

unfortunately the first question already has a too difficult task, i am not normal, i never go out at night, and in general i havent gone outside in two months. i do not know what a reasonable amount is. so let's take beck as our example!

so vampire hunting territories are pretty big, bigger still depending on how many sired a den has. or how many vamps in general. and it's the whole city that's divided — wherever you go, you're in someone's territory.

our boy beckett has a pretty reasonable job, never stays till after dark in the summertime but goes out drinking maybe once a week, and in the winter obviously when it gets dark quicker, maybe he'll go out at night 2-3 times a week. sometimes he'll go out drinking twice, sometimes he does actual normal human activities at night, whatever. it's a reasonable amount, i think.

but consider: he's also in a pretty big city. not like, new york big with 8 million people, but like... maybe 2-3 million. the city has a fairly active night life despite vampires existing. it's herd mentality. you go out because you trust others will be out too, and the more of you are out, the less likely you are to get bitten. then there's the vampire chasers and all that but let's not even get into that. no actually let's do– the fact that they exist and are actively seeking out vampires is a huge relief for others.

imagine you're in a territory with ten vampires. they all go out to hunt. there are 100k other people out alongside you in the area they cover. you hope there are at least ten of those weirdos in the crowd, right? and if all ten vampires find a sweetheart, well, there you go! you're totally safe!

unless of course they don't find their sweethearts. or they don't want a willing participant, like helle, and they go specifically looking for a lonely little guy like beck. i imagine there are a lot of lonely little guys like beck, so he should've still been safe. but alas, helle spotted him because of his hair. he stood out. he got spotted. he had a very decent chance of avoiding ever getting bitten, living in the territory of one single vampire who has no interest of turning anyone else. he was pretty fucking unlucky.

if any of those circumstances change, the odds will of course change too. i'd say getting bitten at least once is not super common in normal circles. and yes it can be pretty traumatic! it's scary, it's violating, it can be life-threatening. but if you're having a game with your vampire enthusiast friends, well, chances are you'd have a statement like "i've gotten three or more vampires to bite me."

SECOND QUESTION. CRUCIFIXES AND DRACULA AND GARLIC. crucifixes count as holy items which are commonly believed to be effective against vampires but they are not. everybody thinks their faith will be the one that ignites the holy fire and repels the vampire. give up. stop. similarly, garlic doesn't do much unless you hurl one at a vampire with a lot of strength and possibly hit them in the head. though you know what– i can see the enhanced sense of smell backfiring. unless you get one like helle. helle used to fucking love garlic. they joke about it a lot. they can't eat it anymore :(

THIRD QUESTION. yes :) there's always gonna be chill guys. you gotta get very lucky with it, though! some vampires are like totally up to date and stuff. i mean a guy who got turned in august would know a lot about the barbie movie most likely! especially if it was a certain guy i know of, then he'd have 4 hours of absolutely unhinged, deranged, baseless, surreal commentary for you. though he isn't chill, actually. WELL ANYWAY. so yes technically these vampires exist but they're few and far inbetween. i'd say there are whole dens of nice vampires sticking together sometimes. very happy people in the area. but most chill vamps go at it alone.

#asks #at my beck and call #i did not proofread this fingers crossed its not incomprehensible #ambac lore

[saiyanandproud]

📫 for however many of the RGR gang as you'd like!

What my muse would say about yours

📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party.

Dear diary,

I never had a diary, I always thought it was a stupid thing for little girls, but Cynara insisted that it would help me 'putting down my thoughts in this difficult moment' so here we are. I was bored anyways. I'll start by describing the people (or, for the most part, weirdos) I've met since I got here, mostly because I don't know what else to write about.

Let's start with Cynara, since she's the one who gifted me this diary. She likes pink and unicorns and cute stuff way too much for my taste, in fact I would have never picked a diary with a pink cover and a bunny on it, but here we are. Other than that, Cynara is fine. She is often tired, I guess she works a bit too much since she has to take care of herself and that weirdo of his son as well, and now of me and that stupid prune of my kidnapper too. I kinda feel bad for her, I don't like being a burden, but then again, I never asked to be dropped here anyways. But she can also fight apparently, which is cool. And in a way, even if our tastes are different, it's good of her to enjoy who she is and what she likes without caring about judgements -- in a way, I wish I was like that too. Overall, she's a patient woman. Maybe too patient.

One of Cynara's bad traits, however, is being in an undeniable romance with that stupid coathanger who brought me here, Hit. Hit is boring, stern, annoying, pedantic, relentless, won't leave me alone for a second and yet he couldn't give a damn about me. The only reason that stupid prune cares for my safety is because of his job or whatever, and I doubt he even ever cared about anyone at all, except for maybe Cynara. Nothing elicits any reaction from him -- trust me, I've tried -- but suddenly, when Cynara is around, Mr Cold Heart makes tea for her and gets her cookies and makes sure he picks her favourite mug. If anyone asks him about their relationship, he'll deny any romantic interest, but either he's a terrible liar, or he's so stupid he didn't even realise it himself.

Then there's Nucleotide, Cynara's son. Not a biological one, thanks goodness, because I couldn't imagine the pain of giving birth to a creature like him, but he's still a pain nonetheless. Nucleotide is this incredible bug-humanoid-andoid or whatever creature which should instill fear to whoever meets him, and instead he acts like a stupid spoiled kid constantly whining with Cynara because his snacks are over. He looks so weird and yet he behaves like the stereotypical hikikomori, hiding in the darkness of his room playing weird videogames or reading about boring stuff. I don't like him, mainly because he doesn't like me, ever since the first moment I got here. He could be an asset, making his mother safe and all, instead he acts like a constant burden. If there is someone who constantly reminds me my presence here is unwanted, that one is Nucleotide.

Finally, there's Takuma. After Cynara, Takuma is the most normal person I've met here, and the only one who keeps me sane reminding me there are other people like me in this universe... Kinda. I am not sure what I am exactly yet. But Takuma knows exactly who he is, in a confident and uncocky way that makes it really hard not to admire him. He's funny, kind, hardworking and mature -- basically everything Nucleotide is not. He's always nice to me, the only one who gives me an occasion to forget the hell I am living in by offering to show me around, and he's so reliable even Hit trusts him -- although I am confident he still follows us around whenever we hang out. He drives a motorbike, and he smells nice and clean even if there is always a smudge of car grease somewhere on his face. I really like spending time with him, and maybe he likes spending time with me, I hope. But surely Nucleotide doesn't like us spending time together, and always glares at me whenever I come back to our bedroom after spending time with Takuma -- yes, Nucleotide and I have to share a bedroom, isn't it fun. Overall, Takuma is exactly the kind of person my parents would never approve because of how he looks, and yet exactly the kind of person they wished I was, personality wise, but they still would never spend time knowing him better. Not that it matters; they never could, anyways. Not sure if that's what makes him so interesting. I still have the leather jacket he let me borrowed once. I will have to return it to him... Someday.

#viopolis #(we hope no one will ever find this diary at any point) #RGR AU

[hardrotica]

Being From Another Dimension: Chapter 1

Hi everyone, as you know I am RandreauWrites. This is my first official writing post to my Writing Den. I hope you all enjoy and stick around for another chapter and more stories.

I walked down the dimly lit street. Another long day at work had me heading home around 2 a.m. This was my usual route so I wasn't too worried about there being any weirdos and if push came to shove I already had my pepper spray in hand. Then I began hearing a set of secondary footsteps. Looking around I saw no one. Then I heard another set and another until it was like a crowd of people were following me but as I looked around I saw no one there. Then I heard a voice whisper in my ear.

"This is where you should start running."

I took off sprinting towards my house. I was only a couple blocks away but it felt like an eternity. Whoever was messing with me knew it was working well because I was scared out of my mind. As I got to my house, I opened the door and went inside, slamming the door close and locking it. My palms were against the door like I was holding it closed to keep something out but there was nothing there. The footsteps were gone and so the voice, the only audible sound was that of my breathing. I let out a sigh and just thought to myself that I was just hallucinating from all the stress I've been going through in work. As soon as I turned however I put my back against the door with a thud; There was a person standing in front of me.

He had short black hair and pitch black eyes with a stubble beard. He wore a white suit with a black shirt and tie and his skin was practically gray.

"You're home."

It was the same voice from before, a deep, echoey voice. Something that… that wasn't human. His demeanor may have been calm but I definitely wasn't. I held up the bottle of pepper spray and sprayed it directly in his face. He didn't react, not even a flinch. When I looked at his face it was like the pepper spray didn't even hit him. I hadn't realised before but he held up a wine glass that he was holding and took a sip.

"Who the hell are you?"

I was terrified of him… of it, whatever it was. He saw this and when he spoke his voice was different. It was still deep but the echo was gone, it was as if he was trying to sound human.

"I have gone by many names over the years. Damien, Celine, even the on the nose 'The Evil Entity'... but you may call me Darkiplier."

That… that was a year ago….

That night after I calmed down, he explained that he had no idea how he got to my dimension, and that he had no idea how to get back. He had no intentions of hurting me once I didn't reveal his existence. Not like I would, I mean who would believe a burnt out artist working an office job about an extra dimensional being who wields nigh limitless power. Over the months we got close talking about basic stuff like dreams and aspirations. He never really wanted to exist in the first place, only really created on the whim of his creator and that even as the villian people loved him but never really being able to bask in the spotlight for too long. As for me, I just wanted to live out my life as an artist and travel the world.

Having him around wasn't all bad. When I went out to work he would clean up the place. Though his ideal home looked like something out of a black and white movie, color scheme included, I didn't mind it much. Something interesting happened though. He said he had all of his powers as usual but that he was now experiencing what he called human drawbacks. He needed to eat, sleep, bathe. I didn't know how much 'drawbacks' he was experiencing, that was, until today.

I didn't have much work to do at work today so I was able to leave earlier than usual, 10 p.m isn't really early but I've left way later on way more occasions to complain. I opened the door and stepped inside and there he was, in front of me.

"We… need to talk."

His voice was uneasy, like something was bothering him. I said ok dropping my stuff in front of the door and walking over to the couch with him. We sat and he began speaking.

"As I've stated before, I'm being affected by human drawbacks. Hunger, tiredness, accumulation of odor and dirt on my corporeal form. But as of late I've been overtaken by a new drawback. One of desire… sexual desire…"

He looked deep into me as he said this and I blushed, turning my face away from his. Moving closer, he took my chin in his hand and slowly turned my face to his.

"And I've been having dreams about…"

I had shut him up by kissing him. I had been ignoring my needs for a full year because of my new guest. I hadn't really been into getting into relationships with guys but it didn't mean that I didn't have needs. And now, after a whole year, maybe he was exactly what I needed. When I broke the kiss he looked at me surprised but quickly caught on as he pulled me close kissing me again. Fuck could he kiss. As we continued kissing he unbuttoned and removed my shirt, sliding his hand into my skirt. As he began rubbing me through my panties my body shivered. His hands were cold, not cold enough to be uncomfortable but the type of cold that leaves a tingle when it touches you.

He moves his lips down to my neck and kisses lightly as I let out soft moans.

"Fuck Dark… please…"

I was so needy for him, only him. I'd never felt this way about any man, not that he was one. He kissed his way down my body, removing the rest of my clothes on the way down. I turned the dial on the side of the couch turning into its bed form. That's when he did it. He removed his shirt and pants. He didn't need to physically take them off but he did, making sure to make a display of his muscles… and his cock. Fuck, he couldn't have been less than 8 inches.

"Are you ready?"

I could hear the need in his voice. I shook my head yes as I laid back. He slowly began to enter. Bit by bit slowly all of it was going inside of me and soon he was all the way in. He slowly pulled back and right before it would come out he would lightly ram it back in. He was going slow and I loved it, how gentle he was being, how he moaned with every thrust. But I wanted more. 

"Gods, can you stop being so gentle."

When I said this he looked at me and chuckled. But this chuckle was different; his voice echoed. Then his eyes went completely black.

"All you had to do was ask." 

Saying that he wrapped one hand around my throat and the other on my stomach as he began roughly thrusting into me. His grunt and moans echoed as my moans grew louder and louder. Fuck I needed this so much, to be fucked without mercy. He kept his rough thrusts up for a while. It's like he knew exactly when I would cum because he would stop just before I would and would chuckle every single time. He then flipped me over, pointing my butt directly at him as he thrust back in even harder. The room slowly was filled with my moans, his moans and the smacking of our bodies together. Then he decided to add another smack. Taking his hand he smacked my ass harshly and I let out a moan with a mix of pain and pleasure. He kept spanking and fucking. My mind was going a mess, slowly losing the ability to speak or respond, only able to moan from the pleasure as he harshly fucked me. Soon my mind went blank, all I could feel was pleasure. I tried mustering one word and that was a mistake.

"D-d-d-daddy…"

That was the only word I could muster. When he heard this he cursed under his breath and and fucked me even harder and faster. Fuck it felt so good. We could have been there for hours, him roughly fucking me and stopping when I get close. Over and over he kept doing it until he finally gave in. I felt like I was in heaven when I came. I also felt his warm cum flowing into me, gosh there was so much. And after a small break we kept fucking. Different positions, different places we kept fucking. The sun had risen and it didn't matter to us, all we cared for was the pleasure.

#youtube #markiplier #darkiplier #smut #smut fic #my writing #writers #writers on tumblr #fiction

[jigensass]

You know I was planning to do like a 5 to 6 part review of 2022 but wrote only two parts as to build up some big narrative about my life and how I changed for the better this year or some shit in some realization that I had finally figured myself out.

In reality, I haven’t changed a damn thing, if anything I’ve went 3 steps back in life.

It’s no surprise I’m mentally disabled. I tell anybody this IRL, all the time this is the reaction I get

‘Yeah it’s called drugs and not socializing because I know I’m a fucking weirdo’

I have to remind people constantly ‘if you don’t tell me that I upset you because of something I said/did, I’ve never going to pick up on it until it gets to a boiling point and then I’ll have a mental breakdown over something that a neurotypical would deem as benign’

Somehow one of my coworkers managed to ignore this statement for a literal year and a half until I subtly noticed them giving me the cold shoulder during one of my fits of paranoia that we all had to sit down and have an intervention about it because they couldn’t be straightforward with me. And all the other coworkers knew about it, and they were afraid to talk to me about it as well.

People just assume that I’m just okay with their bullshit insanity yet I am always the one who has to call out the neurotypicals out on their bullshit. Like they just think because I can make mountains move when I put my mind to it, that I can always do that 24/7 because I’m apparently Jesus to them. This includes being clairvoyant and telepathic. People have played that previous statement off as a joke to me when I don’t get the memo and have to call them out on their bullshit of when the message doesn’t get relayed to me when it should of.

But when I need/want one small thing done it takes literal weeks to get it done and when I needed that thing done, and the person who asked for me to get said thing done now has a metaphorical gun to the back of my head with my hands now being tied, and the person who should have gotten the thing done just IGNORES ME, YEAH I GET STRESSED OUT. I have gotten so cynical lately to subtly call people out on their idiocy by attaching old emails and screenshotting messages to respond to someone as to get the point across of ‘you dense motherfucker learn to fucking read’ when I get to a breaking point that people think it’s funny when I act this way.

It’s not funny, it’s sad and depressing. It sometimes gets to a point when I’ve been having suicidal thoughts.

And it’s caused me to do some pretty stupid shit (like spending hundreds of dollars on a gatcha game without remorse. There I said it)

Wanna know how many mental breakdowns I have had in this year alone? It’s a big number because I lost count.

That’s how stressed I’ve been. That’s how much I’ve been literally fucked in the ass. Now let me be clear. This year, I can say with a clear conscience no one on tumblr has treated me this way. My mental strain is all exerted from one source: my job.

I can see it now in the comments: ‘why don’t you just quit and find a better job?’ My response is, I’m getting paid $25 an hour to deal with idiots. Twenty-five American dollars every sixty minutes.

That’s 3.4 times higher than the national average.

Some days, the idiots are manageable. Other days, not so much.

But recently I have been noticing that the company has been accommodating me. But it’s only after I have hit the boiling point and have gone on a callout email thread. Also this is because I was forced into a position I never wanted to be in and surprise: high stress levels and me having to manage people equals a hell for everyone else. (This was partially my fault because I felt bad because the guy’s mom was on her death bed and he was doing what I was doing and unlike everyone else, I had the balls to call him out on his stupid streak aka constantly checking up in on work AS HIS MOTHER WAS DYING and he actually listened. Funny how no one calls me out on my stupid streaks and here we are)

It’s only after the damage has already been done that people go ‘oh shit, the asset is being serious’ as I lay crying in the corner.

And that what my life has become: I’m a joke of an asset. Because my anger of how people act on The Office is FUNNY.

My stress, paranoia, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts to people IS FUNNY.

And then they get upset when I give them the cold shoulder once.

I live in this hellhole that it’s okay for everyone else to have a ‘fuck it not my problem attitude when it is their problem’ but I have to constantly give a fuck. Even when I’m PTO. Yes my PTO days have become semi-anti stress days. I spent two weeks in August holed in my house because of the hell I went through in May-July. Last week I took two days off to recoup my losses and as soon as my PTO was over on day two, I was back on my laptop playing catch up for the next day.

Everyone else in this world is allowed to fall short except for me. Because I’m the only person who can get results and hit my target.

And then I ask myself why I gravitate to the ‘broken dad who is perfect at their job’ stereotype. Because if I had a penis, they would literally be me.

If you have gotten this far in rant, thanks? I guess?

I forgot to mention the part said how I felt to my family about Thanksgiving and even they have pushed me away because they finally realized how taxing I am to their environment because I spoke up on how I felt.

I know you, the person reading this, want to jump on my DM’s and into my inbox to tell me that what I wrote was wrong and I’m a beautiful person and blah blah blah. I have been down this road before. Words of encouragement are starting to become apathetic to me.

All I want in this hell we call life right now is one other soul who I can be genuinely honest with, as well as be myself without a filter. Someone who can accept me for my faults and not be afraid to call me out on my bullshit. Someone to be able support me after I’m done supporting everyone else. Someone to have around to know that everything’s okay so I can stop worrying for five minutes. Someone who just…gets me.

‘You mean a partner, right?’ Kind of, I guess.

People think I’m so complicated and high maintenance when in reality, I’m not. That I’m difficult to deal with. When in reality, I’m not. I’m just like everyone else when broken down to my main core, it’s just after 30 years of walking this earth, I’ve been everyone else’s punching bag that I’m beat up and worn out.

So when I beat back with words filled with truth or mixed with perceptive lies based on how I feel (usually anger), I just get shoved into a corner and expected to continue to process results like I don’t have feelings.

I don’t understand why my boss got to take a month and a half off this year yet for these last three weeks she had no PTO and told me to my face ‘I feel bad for doing this’. IF YOU FELT BAD THEN WHY DID YOU DO IT?

When I feel bad for doing something, I actually feel bad and guilt trip myself.

You want to know how I’ve back pedaled into any progress of good mental health I wanted to have this year?

Two words on repeat: ‘I’m sorry’ as a response to my existence.

Anyway, let the queen burn in Hell and RIP Kiyoshi Kobayashi

Here is to 2023 possibly being the same level of shit and maybe one person will wake the fuck up and realize how messed up in the head I am. Because lying to my psychiatrist that I’m happy isn’t working.

#i don’t remember #when I watched The Joker #but it’s a really good movie because it is not afraid to address real issues while being in a fictional superhero universe #yesterday was a breaking point for me #it’s not the fact that people didn’t acknowledge my birthday it’s the fact people used me as a punching bag as to why shit wasn’t done #this was supposed to be the last post I made but I said ‘fuck it’

[tele-caster]

Journal.-

11:37 PM 11/2/2022

I have known for my entire life that I hate myself. I seriously just dont know from where I get this anger. Something I can tell you that for sure I am confident, well, sometimes... At this very age of 24, going out is a problem.

I have the craving of going out but when it finally happens its just like, earth please swallow me, or getting under a bus because of being nervous of peoples bloody opinion.-

I smoke weed like hell, drink like a fish, and work like a donkey. And guess what? At this very age of 24 Im still wankering about a lot of stuff and, basically stuck. I for sure have passions and vocations, but a fucking job wont allow you to grow outside of THEIR OWN COMFORT ZONE, its like if you belong to them and then the salary just bloody fucking sucks mate, now fuck that fam!!

So, going back to the anger, and hating myself... NICE upbringings as a child, got to travel, had great schools, amazing sports permofance and excelling, sociable, and just innocent you know... Thats how I could call it? Because at that age of course your dont know shit about how the real world works, things like investing, finance, communication, business funding, image developing, personal mentality growth, goal aspects and so much more. It's just bloody bullocks weird to imagine that sometimes you think you doing things right and then encounter to understand, find out, seek and study how actually the " real " sauce on this so called thing Earth we call.

Might say additionally, that to me this is a nefarious, impulsive, full of disgrace, unholy and unhearted place to exist in and live on. Let's just analyze what the fuck this is... if you provide focus to your dreams, goals and ambitions you're a fucking freak, but working for someone for 40-50 years without ever having a break and conciously complaining about it... Isn't being freak and fucking weirdo? Like common fam, don't get fucking stupid 'ere.

My parents where somehow present here and there... I would say Dadda was more present than Mamma to be honest. Apparently my father was more calm and my mother more aggressive. Toward the many years that have gone by I've just gathered knowledge and experiences that taught me how to act, think and feel and it was all by myself. And, that's  what I think its fucking mad and nuts fam.-

How cold you leave a child to deal with his emotions alone? Anger, fear, neglection, denial, abuse, bullying, negativeness, opression and worst of all... Hate. Mother " used to be like this " says she always, but I know the story already. An apology fixes everything, right? To my belief, parents aren't those who give only creation and birth to a creature, is more than that. Father represented more; calmness, chillness, softness, mentality, approach, laughter and love.

Quite a combination for the creation I am right? Left one thing, right the other. Yup, sounds like me though matey, sound like me. From all aspirations, goals, dreams and ambitions I have, I seriously can't decide wether the fuck to do from all of them, wel... Right now aspiring to modelling and fashion desgining ( which is going great and amazing so far ) but I know I can get further than this... I love psychology, and investing and business too.

However; my personality outside something and in the inside it's just something else. People that get to know me really profoundly do know this and specially women. I think I've adopted a lot bad things, attitudes and feeling towards the world in many ways because of the describes aspects before from my parents and unbringings. Worked their asses off, busted their heads and bodies so they could give me everything I had from tip to toe my lad. So yeah, totally understand the fact they were doing that in order to provide and that's why sometimes they could and sometimes they couldn't...

Be there... Football matches, Science Fairs Expos, School Theatre Night, Head Masters Office when getting expelled or suspended from school, detention, parents request and even birthday's. Soo much anger, deception, depression, neglect, fear, impotence, stress, frustration, sadness and the worst of all... Hate. Even with my father being who he was this was what I felt as a kid... Everywhere... School, Friends House, Movie Theatre, Park, Playing football, going out with " friends ". Have a friend who kind of knows me well, you know, profoundly; he stated long time ago... " It's like if you have a demon inside and an angel outside, you have a battle that no one can help you ".

12:19 AM 11/3/2022

Continue...?

[the-firebird69]

I saw this coming and I'm ready for it and I have documents and people asking me for it and I'm handing it to him I'm tired of him saying all such a s*** about people this guy is a freaking complete idiot and he needs to die for what he's been doing he needs to be executed formally and we need to have a trial for him and he's a loser and a loss and Trump is too building because something I do some building because it might get rid of BGA that's going on too in his head it works for me and a friend says it would work it's practically everybody would be doing no bothering except this one idiot and his group of clones and his kids didn't benefit from its presidency or whatever it is vice President. I don't think that he should be even allowed there but there's not enough work on it and there will be nobody wants them anywhere

President Biden

He killed half of me and took most of my life my husband and my family is a mess and he's sitting there holding my son hostage for no reason at all except that he's dumb and we mean PJ is dumb he is dumb as hell he's dumb as a cucumber that guy's an idiot. I don't want to ever see him as long as I live I need to put hits on him like crazy and he says he's still the director of the CIA so we're going to fire him for real I don't have any time for this he's so dumb you got encouraged and he's he's a total idiot with very little encouragement and this program is a piece of crap. I feel really sorry for my son and he says don't feel bad for me I'll sort of get it but really there's somebody out there that needs help and if you find a body a clean body or something hanging around and throw the other half and someone needs help me this is always some man out there and dad would appreciate it because you're a loyal person to your people and so he says that and it's tough but really you aren't loyal at all and you can't see me because of it you're such a loser and a sleaze bag just screw around them Non-Stop she really not that useful to anyone and I want you out I've got all sorts of documents I'm going to hand to the max on you and your CIA adventures if you want to call them that you're a piece of s*** and you put people on Max in there I'm sick of you you piece of garbage and a filthy rotten line sister lying sister and he wants to bring up and charges he needs me as a witness I think that's a good deal he doesn't really have a lawsuit for my stuff no you don't either cuz you're stupid. He should have you removed as his brother and her a sister and it was approved now he's going to have you removed as an uncle and wants to have nothing to do with you and they're going to name it in court and said they're going to name that you are a disabled person with down syndrome and you are a heinous murderer and use his name again and threatened him for things it's going to court soon I heard them saying have a report and you're going to be released from your jobs and you need to be you're attacking the USA you're an enemy combatant and start listening is that I'm going to this meeting tonight if you try and show up for the big game of people going to annihilate you

Camilla VP

You're welcome BJ and you deserve it you're a pig you talk down to me all the time and you're scrawny smelly weirdo and you don't have a real brain. You can put things in there and you can take them out I can make it to the computer assignment for real I can make you f*** it up and I told you that you didn't listen to me now you're going to end it will be too late

Zues

I'm going to get out of here too many people against me

Bja

I've actually heard enough there's a lot of people that want to get going on stuff and have something to do regardless driving around all day and go to the shopping mall same grocery store is starting to bother people so going to go ahead and do that and we're trying to have an arrange for tonight it's a few people can't make it and they keep players and our son said just tell her conference and really then it all these leaves a few can't and they're not molok and it wouldn't be a big problem so they say it will take the meeting and send them the tape if they can't make it or tell a conference and they can even pop in if they want and put in there two cents and their vote on to do it or not they don't have this big consortium with everybody except bja and his clones and possibly his kids and grandkids and then our side on that item too and they're actually pretty happy about it so we're going to go ahead and try and get that done

Thor Freya

They're going to go ahead and proceed like that and I'll explain that to them cuz it is true and say I would like you to pop in if you could for a few minutes and or vote and a bunch of stuff to talk about but basically the block takes too long and his locks take less time and they don't weigh as much and they're solid and they lock together and almost anyone can use them and put them together and it makes it like a brick shithouse it's like concrete panels and Dan wants to use panels that's already approved and his father is approved and others and BGA was going to use panels but he's lying about even doing it at all and everybody will know tonight it's a wonderful idea what a wonderful thing to do he says he's bored so he's thinking about all this stuff but really it's a dump it is reasons to do it but I'm going to have the meeting it's going to be formal and I guess we're going to have to cast votes on to proceed or not and and there'll be several points on the cleanup on dredging on ripping out and replacing condemned homes or those that are have black fungus and the owner wants to and on buildings and public buildings and there's a couple more road Bridges and highways and we could separate it into a stuff that needs attention right away but we could probably get Federal money and we'll have an option to postpone on those items and we'll probably be voting a lot of other stuff and discussing this kid is disgusting he's so damn dumb we can't take care of this problem tonight

Mac daddy

So I'm out huh and it's because everyone wants to do this house stuff I don't have any time for this but it's hilarious go build your houses I don't care leave my Nair and he says he's going to fill them with poison cuz you have to I sort of get something I don't want to hear about this stuff they can't go in the property and they can by imminent domain state of emergency and you can't do anything about it well that's not good and I'll try and see that's the whole point it's going to work on you

Bja speaking to CAA

You see this is how he is and it is worth money and stuff to us

Mac daddy so our friend comes up with an image and BJ yelling and running towards the property you can't put anything on there anything so we're going to nail them

[baekhvuns]

Suddenly I can't see, Champions League whoooo? Premier League only 🤗 (not to confuse with Prison League). Wow the racism and xenophobia coming from PSG fans? I shouldn't be shocked though...

Kylian M🍙pe 💞 please I'm having throwbacks to all the football x kpop tweets

London is blue WHERE? 🧐 Tottenham is the only blue team that can maaaaaaybe do something, but let's be honest here ajshjahanajajshsh Kane better not act up, you'll not redeem yourself no matter what!

Name dropping the weirdos who try to force you to write for others members would be justice! I'd write their names in my Death Note. Also over 4k notes for Bodyguard 🤧😳

I'm just build different, what can I say? My body consists of coffee, tea and juice

20 years from How to Lose a Guy SICK. Hold on Baeksy, of course I'm choosing Seonghwa above everyone he's off limits, at this point he might be a fictional character, he's U N R E A L. I got "silent glare" on that anger quiz, lmao I'm definitely not silent when I'm maaaad

SM is reaching lower and lower. Chris Lee is bad, so is LSM, the tax evasion, the creepy behaviour? The apple doesn't fall from the tree...and the Karina thing? Oddddd. And the plot thickens, the fuckkkk is going on in that company. But also that's all it took to coax them, signed photos?! And now Hybe? Honestly I fucking hate Hybe for trying to monopolise everything. Speaking of awful men. It's not like he wasn't behind the scenes of everything anyway. At least JYPE did something good and donated money to Turkey and Syria.

So if you're in fact Taeyong, please share some of your wardrobe with me. Juseyo 🙏🏻🤲🏻

I'm glad I could help inspire you, now you need to remember not to slander nor tease me anymore! Tamino's voice is really strong and raw, not polished, but also so perfect? He's hypnotising for sure. I've waited so long for new music from him. Brown and emerald as a person?! Wow what a comparison. He's definitely giving Jeff Buckley vibes. I saw that Maddox is following Tamino on insta 👀 Btw Habibi, do you know Sevdaliza? She has a lot of songs, they're very haunting, but also chill. I'd love to see her collab with FKA twigs, it's been my dream for a while. Anyway she's a goddess for sure.

Baby baby baby

Bestieeee Seonghwa playing Animal Crossing is so on brand it's such a Hwa thing, he's so endearing 🤧 I neeeed a cute nerd Hwa fic, I'll die if someone doesn't write it

Live action HTTYD...? I- if Hwa isn't Toothless idc

Oooohhh, hopefully I survive until you finish the Yunho fic, I'll be jet lagged for a week kdjsjsjshahshshs.

Euro Tinys who love black hair in shambles because of HJ and MG (tho idk what's going on with Joong's hair and I'm not a fan of chopped hair Mingi). Also absolutely NOT mad that Ateez are in my continent while I'm flying out on Sunday HA HA HA HA 😆😆😆😆 and that most of my friends and mutuals are going to perceive Seonghwa again 😂😂😂😂

And fucking hell, so many fansites and Korean stans begging for VIP tickets, taking opportunities from those who can't see Atz every week, only to take their dumb photos. GET A JOB!

Ohhhh tea the list should be longer tho

Hwa said "everything is about me" as he should! Extrovert Seonghwa

I refuse to look at any concert videos, but I accidentally saw this and Cyberpunk. He looked good, but I do have to say, he hit more with blonde hair, just looked more otherworldly to me, the light hair was such a nice contrast 🙄 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Suddenly I can't see, Champions League whoooo? Premier League only 🤗 (not to confuse with Prison League). Wow the racism and xenophobia coming from PSG fans? I shouldn't be shocked though... //// Kylian M🍙pe 💞 please I'm having throwbacks to all the football x kpop tweets

LMFAOOOO HEY AT LEAST THEY MADE IT TO THE FIFA CLUB FINAL JVSNDBDKC premier league v mancity atp 😭😭 kane on his way to single-handedly destroy arsenal <33 every time i think the french fans can’t be this bad, i always get shown the worse 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO DBWHDKWH kylian m🍙pe more like kylian the ninja turtle 😭😭😭😭 kpop x football the best type of collab, recently saw a messi fancam w gee as the bgm 😭😭 the varane ass thing TOPS EVERYTHING but this, hold on now

London is blue WHERE? 🧐 Tottenham is the only blue team that can maaaaaaybe do something, but let's be honest here ajshjahanajajshsh Kane better not act up, you'll not redeem yourself no matter what! //// Name dropping the weirdos who try to force you to write for others members would be justice! I'd write their names in my Death Note. Also over 4k notes for Bodyguard 🤧😳

ITS GONNA BE WITH THE WAY ARSENALS DROPPING POINYS FVENDBD NO BC TOTTENHAM HAS BEEN CREEPING UP ON THE LIST,, mancity about to get the juventus treatment 🥰😭😭 still hoping for a blue london,, maybe chelsea w enzo and the kaka lookalike can,, hearing rumours about zidane and or pep x psg!!! which means perhaps a tuchel return!! WAITING!!! kane’s redemption arc is already ON ITS WAYYY THEIR AWAY GAMES POINTS ARE PRETTY HIGH ,,, will compile list for u the next time someone does it <3 im sorry4 WHAAT??

I'm just build different, what can I say? My body consists of coffee, tea and juice //// 20 years from How to Lose a Guy SICK. Hold on Baeksy, of course I'm choosing Seonghwa above everyone he's off limits, at this point he might be a fictional character, he's U N R E A L. I got "silent glare" on that anger quiz, lmao I'm definitely not silent when I'm maaaad

u know they say we are like 70% water but it just, 70% coffee juice and tea,,, ur blood is sweet? but then bitter from coffee? DO U HAVE PROBLEMS WITH MOSQUITOES I THINK WE FOUND A REASON,, 20 YEARS IS CRAZY, rewatched it last night and can’t stop thinking who will suit it the best, NOT EVEN SOOHYUK?? 😯😯 ur right, he’s so unreal HOW did u handle seeing hIM I JUST KNOW HE IS PORELESS,, JDVWKDHXK MAYBE THIS ONES FOR U THEN 😭😭😭 found this new one!

SM is reaching lower and lower. Chris Lee is bad, so is LSM, the tax evasion, the creepy behaviour? The apple doesn't fall from the tree...and the Karina thing? Oddddd. And the plot thickens, the fuckkkk is going on in that company. But also that's all it took to coax them, signed photos?! And now Hybe? Honestly I fucking hate Hybe for trying to monopolise everything. Speaking of awful men. It's not like he wasn't behind the scenes of everything anyway. At least JYPE did something good and donated money to Turkey and Syria. //// So if you're in fact Taeyong, please share some of your wardrobe with me. Juseyo 🙏🏻🤲🏻

it’s the way we are seeing their downfall in real time, tho i hate to see it bc i like the dynamic of sm groups and the talent that comes from it but i guess it was about to happen,, shit like this always happens when exo are about to have a cb 😭😭 there’s a cute in march for lsm or something how are these idiots still stuck together under this company after this much is beyond me,,,

tbh it wouldn’t be happening if they had some brains to them,, chris lee is an absolute idiot for getting kakao involved & now bringing that dude back in the group,,, i guess one thing’s true 😭😭 don’t have business with your family members 😭😭 i genuinely dislike how hybe’s getting these companies and how their company stans are all over the moon BUT i guess they’re kinda helping lsm be in sm,, but it feels wrong to have them be the majority shareholder 😭😭 all the sm artists who’ve been at the company for YEARS must feel extremely lost atm,,, this sucks as a whole but the way select ppl making fun of it 🔫 BUT THE MEMES RBWMFJWK SOMEONE SAID AUTOTUNE IS COMING 😭😭 crying BDMWHDK IF THIS IS A REALITY ID START CRYING one good thing jype did tbh,, hoping ppl give all the help, the sanctions for syria is so devastating, no mf humanity to lift them off and give help 

speaking of men, h**chul… i am sorry this is what?

??? im finding these as i get links for u and omgwhat anon buckle up, get ur tea, sit on a couch with a blanket and read it this the main thread

only hope in suju is ryeowook atp

I'm glad I could help inspire you, now you need to remember not to slander nor tease me anymore! Tamino's voice is really strong and raw, not polished, but also so perfect? He's hypnotising for sure. I've waited so long for new music from him. Brown and emerald as a person?! Wow what a comparison. He's definitely giving Jeff Buckley vibes. I saw that Maddox is following Tamino on insta 👀 Btw Habibi, do you know Sevdaliza? She has a lot of songs, they're very haunting, but also chill. I'd love to see her collab with FKA twigs, it's been my dream for a while. Anyway she's a goddess for sure.

LMFAOOOO IM SORRY IM A LITTLE BLIND I COULD NOT SEE THE FIRST HALF??

no seriously tamino’s voice, and the way he presents himself,, watched his interviews and he’s just this tall guy who’s so articulate when he speaks??? his voice actually is so nice to hear omg,, DEFINITELY UR RIGHT HES VERY HYPNOTIZING his eyes too!!! so dark and hooded, his genes! WAIT YOURE SO RIGHT I DIDNT EVEN THINK, UR RIGHT ITS VERY BUCKLY but he had a softer look! tamino has a vv sharp look! maddox following him now 👁👄👁 if they do a little magic and drop something,, if we sEE HONGJOONG IN THAT STUDIO WIRH HIMRBJQJDKWD goner, i just listened to other girl by sevdaliza AND SHES A SIREN!! A LITERAL SIREN!!!!! she’s what i imagine a goddess would sing like omg ,, LMK HOW THE CONCERT WENT!!!!

Baby baby baby //// Bestieeee Seonghwa playing Animal Crossing is so on brand it's such a Hwa thing, he's so endearing 🤧 I neeeed a cute nerd Hwa fic, I'll die if someone doesn't write it

NEED THAT HAIR ON HIM BACK! STOP DO U THINK HE NAMES HIS ANIMALS AFTER THE MEMBERS OR ATINYS FBWNBDWK do u think hwa’s the type to watch backyardigans? yes.

Live action HTTYD...? I- if Hwa isn't Toothless idc ///// Oooohhh, hopefully I survive until you finish the Yunho fic, I'll be jet lagged for a week kdjsjsjshahshshs.

they’re really about to ruin it 🥰🥰 can’t wait to see the downfall, and if they do a tangled live action. it’s on sight! AAAAAA UR RIGHT! HOPE U HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT!! hopefully it’s not a year until i release the fic 😭😭 but it’s in the middle nearing end now! so a little bit of progress <3

Euro Tinys who love black hair in shambles because of HJ and MG (tho idk what's going on with Joong's hair and I'm not a fan of chopped hair Mingi). Also absolutely NOT mad that Ateez are in my continent while I'm flying out on Sunday HA HA HA HA 😆😆😆😆 and that most of my friends and mutuals are going to perceive Seonghwa again 😂😂😂

And fucking hell, so many fansites and Korean stans begging for VIP tickets, taking opportunities from those who can't see Atz every week, only to take their dumb photos. GET A JOB!

NOT U FLYING OUT ON SUNDAY THE DAY RIHANNA HAS THE SUPER BOWL FBWN DONT MISS IT 😭😭 RWKDHWKDHKS THE PINK HAIR SHOCKED ME SO MUCH I WOKE UP TO IT, EYES STILL CLOSED AND SHOT UP THOUGHT IT WAS A WIG 😭😭😭😭 it’s giving pre-military fbwmfjwk LMFAOOOO ANON 😭😭😭 AT LEAST U THERE WHEN THEYRE THERE AND NOT U LEAVING AND THEM ARRIVING, same air we breathing the same air,, ha ha ha they’re all gonna see him. haha. anon. NOOO SERIOUSLY THEYRE ALL GETTING THE FRONT ROWS TOO 😭😭😭 always questioning why the special day fansite’s EVERYWHERE will join u in this journey to not look at any hwa videos from this concert <3

Ohhhh tea the list should be longer tho //// Hwa said "everything is about me" as he should! Extrovert Seonghwa

wait the tea is kinda…

HE IS THE MAIN GUY, EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HIM AND WE’RE JUST WITNESSING IT

I refuse to look at any concert videos, but I accidentally saw this and Cyberpunk. He looked good, but I do have to say, he hit more with blonde hair, just looked more otherworldly to me, the light hair was such a nice contrast 🙄 - DV 💖

no. 

NOPE NOPE NOPE 

i won’t even send the videos bc im not looking at them fbajdhdj need 🔫 the 🔫 snow 🔫 app 🔫 gone 🔫 have not looked a SINGLE hwa video. accidentally saw the glimpse of the hala hala one DESTROYED MYSELF A LITTLE

I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORW FBWKDJWK WHY DOES HE PULL IT OFF THO 😭😭😭 he looks like that one hair style neymar and greizmann had 😭😭

now.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[crownedone9x9]

Journal mixing business and recovery 01/26/23

Hey, weirdo’s! So I started a new schedule with this job. It has been nice so far, well very stressful and a lot to take in. Still though, I know I can do it. It’s life insurance, which is a big step up from busser that’s for sure. Some of you kind of got pissed at me yesterday. I kind of sent a group text to a lot of my contacts. Some of them were NA contacts. Which I felt kind of weird about anyway before I did it. my boss said or told me to do it. He said after the fact it was just a suggestion. He made me feel as though it was not. Peer pressure is a powerful thing. anyway, the next thing I knew, it had blown up in my face completely. Anywhere from NA people scolding me to not mix recovery and business. People are telling me to go to hell and suck a dick. It was bad, to say the least when the dust settled. I really wanted a cigarette. I asked for one when my boss suggested that I come outside and cool down. Which was a good idea. He told me that he was not going to enable me. Which is good so far. He is a great boss. I just wished that I had gone with my gut and not sent that text. My sponsor even told me it was not a good idea. So from now on, I will try to remember that despite what anyone says. What I should do from now on is listen to the truth. Know that peer pressure comes in many forms. Now I love my boss. I know I have many layers of bosses. The Agency Director is the man who told me to come outside with him. Then there is his boss and she has a boss and so on so forth. This job mostly has a lot to do with my motivation to sell and get my name out there. If one person had said yes to that text, then it would have been worth it. However, I know that I have to get used to talking to strangers first before I can convince friends. Because friends know me and my past and would just look at this like a phase. I have had a lot of them. Hopefully, I am cut out for this. I have to get used to rejection, though. I have not had someone cuss me out over the phone YET. I know it will happen, though, and I don’t have cigarettes anymore, so I'm not sure how I am going to get over that. Going outside and soaking up the positive energy from the trees. Praying while taking a deep breath might work. If I have the kind of attitude that it won’t guess what… it won’t. I really like my trainer. She just brought me a day planner to schedule with. She also believes in Jesus, which is nice, because I can talk to her about bible study. Which was yesterday night. I kind of wish I had gone to a meeting instead, but if I take care of my heart, mind, soul, and strength, then I’ll be good. I am taking care of my mind right now by getting this stuff out there. My parents would say not to let the world know my business. Honestly, I could care less. If someone finds this helpful, then It was a success. God loves you, anyway he believes in you even if you don’t. Have a good day or night Weirdo’s. Whenever and whoever reads this.

#journal #recovery #sales #love #hope and faith #freindship #God #jesus

[oliviayamaoka]

The Distraction Continuation (Ghostface / Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Reader)

As requested, this is a continuation of the Distraction fic I made. Check out the first fic if you haven’t already. Enjoy! :)

You sighed deeply as you crossed your arms, shutting your eyes in slight annoyance at what was to come. Another trial. You hadn’t been in one for a while but your break was rather short-lived. There were three others that stood by your side. Ace Visconti, David King, and Yui Kimura. You respected them and actually enjoyed their company. Ace was funny, David taught you a couple of things, and Yui was always nice to you, encouraging you.

“Where do you think we’ll go this time?” Yui asked you, nudging your elbow with her own. You instantly lit up. Human interaction was comforting.

“Haven’t been to Hawkins or Glenvale in a bit.” Y/N replied with a slight shrug.

“My bet is the asylum.” Ace interrupted, pointing finger guns with that stupid smirk of his. Yui rolled her eyes, she didn’t seem to like Ace very much. Not since he flirted with her one time, even if it was jokingly.

“We might actually be there if Ace himself says so.” David said as the familiar gust of air surrounded the four of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, getting chills from the cold fog and air. The smell of fire and spring overcame you. Y/N opened their eyes, realizing that Ace’s bet was right. As always. A small laugh escaped your lips, a feeling of enjoyment before all hell could break loose again. 

Your gaze averted to the familiar structure of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. A sound played in your head, the screech of the Nurse. You were always curious about her but never got the chance to even talk to her unlike... no, it was one time. You weren’t gonna go around and try talk to killers like you did with him.

You put your palm to your forehead, cringing at the memory. Not in a bad way but maybe you could’ve done something differently. No, not really. Jed was a psychopath, a murderer. He was charming in a fucked up sort of way. You sighed as you walked towards a generator behind the grey brick walls.

There wasn’t any indication that it was the Pig or Freddy, thankfully. You began to work on the generator. Your thoughts turned to the fear of being hooked, stabbed, and hurt. You shuddered at the thought of it, the feeling of the hook would probably never leave you. Death was forever here, unfortunately. Elodie and Felix’s conversation had given you hope, maybe there was a way out of here.

“Shit.” You mumble as you shielded your eyes from the small explosion. 

Y/N huffed. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself and began again. Your head perked up as you heard stomping. It wasn’t loud enough to be the Oni or Trapper.

You kept a head on the generator as you noticed a dark figure stomping towards you. You needed a moment to process the situation. It was Ghostface? Oh shit, it was him, you thought. Flashbacks of your last encounter played in your head, he was definitely pissed off and you couldn’t blame it at this point.

“Don’t fucking try it.” He muttered in reference to you breaking into a sprint.

You felt panic wash over you as you quickly observed your surroundings. There weren’t any nearby pallets or vaults, it was a random open area near a hill with a chest and hook. Perfect, just perfect. Ghostface was quicker than usual, he grabbed you by the waist aggressively to tackle you down.

Ghostface held a knife to the back of your head once you hit the ground. You grunted as he put down all his weight onto you and assured that you wouldn’t be able to escape. The ground felt so uncomfortable, especially against your face. There was a few moments of you struggling beneath him to escape but it became no use. You stopped struggling after he pressed the blade against your skin.

“Didn’t bring a toolbox this time, Y/N?” He asked mockingly, pressing his gloved finger over the small slit. You winced at the stinging sensation but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“You know how to hold a grudge, Jed.” You replied. You were utterly terrified yet you always felt the need to reply to his stupid remarks.

“Indeed I do.” He replied, grabbing you and making you stand up. He held the knife to your back and pressed it slightly.

Ghostface was actually angry. He didn’t seem to mind actually hurting you or pressing the knife into your skin. You gasped at the painful sensation as he looked around, he saw the killer shack. He held a tight grip on your shoulder as he forced you to walk that way.

You instantly knew where he wanted to go. You just hoped the basement wasn’t there. Of course, you had known that this day would eventually come. But, why now? It was such awful timing, especially with the blue mood you had. Once the two of you reached the shack, he shoved you onto the ground aggressively.

“You’re pathetic... talking and talking last time we met. Now, you’re just a shitty excuse for a survivor.” He said to you. You scoffed.

“If it helps, Jed, I’m sorry.” Y/N replied. Your hand reached to the back of your neck where he had cut you. There wasn’t much blood but it still hurt. You stared at your bloodied fingertips as the man got more infuriated.

“You don’t get to call me that. And why the fuck are you apologizing?” He questioned you. His tone was venomous, this terrified you but him killing you was inevitable and well... you wanted to see him, anyways.

“If you didn’t care, you’d have hooked me now. I must’ve really hurt your feelings, huh?” You said, half-jokingly but you were also genuine.

“I don’t care.” He replied to you almost instantly. You knew that was a lie.

“Then why won’t you hook me? You could’ve slashed my back open but instead you pinned me to the ground... weirdo.” You mumbled.

He fell silent for a second. Ghostface was a bit baffled by you. Why weren’t you begging for your life? The version he remembered of you was different, or maybe he killed too many survivors that would beg. Not only that but he planned this out thoroughly. He was practically counting on you to scream and beg for your life. Ghostface had even made an offering for this realm because he researched it extensively, as he did with most of his previous murders.

Despite what he may have thought, Y/N was absolutely terrified. However, there was a strange feeling of attraction to him. Not necessarily a crush just yet but there was also a rivalry in which you felt comfortable talking to him. He felt like a real person. Well, of course he was a real person but you had no trouble making shitty remarks to him.

“I want this to last because you were being a little bitch last time. I’ve been dying to slice you open and make you regret that stupid little stunt you pulled.” He said to you.

You sat up, bringing one knee to your chest casually. There was a feeling of bravery that washed over you like last time. Y/N sighed deeply and looked around the shack. It was a basic shake. No totem, no gen.

“Yeah, sure... then do it.” You said to him.

“You’re not making this any easier.” He replied, more annoyed with you.

“Nothing you do is gonna make me regret what I did. Even if you do kill me and make me suffer, I’m still gonna come back alive. I’ve been puked on, trapped, and even had some weird ass trap put onto my head.” You said, standing up and pointing your finger to his chest.

“But you, Danny, only have a knife. I know the Legion or whatever their names are can use that better than you. You’re just a weirdo with a mask.” Y/N finished.

Ghostface seemed rather stunned, yet offended. Mainly because he couldn’t doubt anything you said. It became known that the Legion studied the human anatomy extensively, more than Danny ever cared to do. His area of expertise was stalking and memorizing a person’s schedule. But still. his ego was always bigger than any logic. The cloaked man grabbed your wrist. He oddly didn’t grab it too tight, he lifted your arm over your head.

“And what does that make you? I’m still better than you to some degree. You’re trapped here because the Entity thinks you deserve it and I get to kill anybody I desire.” He said, the tip of his blade poking your stomach.

“I guess we’re both shitty people.” You shrugged as his grip somewhat loosened. He sighed deeply before throwing you towards the generator.

“I had hoped killing you would be satisfying.” He muttered, bitter that your reaction wasn’t what he imagined. You fixed your shirt slightly and leaned against the generator. A part of slowly began to accept the growing crush you developed on the strange murderer, you didn’t care at this point since you were damned to an eternity of trials. 

“It probably would’ve been if you weren’t so easy to talk to.” You said to him as he snapped his head towards you, confused for a moment. Easy to talk to? He scoffed in response.

“Easy? You’re the fucking weirdo here.” He said, with a bit of a defeated tone.

“You’re no ladykiller, Danny, but... I’m charmed. I guess it’s something killers like you do though.” You said to him.

“I don’t charm or seduce people. I watch them.” He corrected you.

“Explains a lot.” You said, looking at your nails. Ghostface was quick to give into his ego and crossed his arms in a very stubborn manner.

“Actually, I did. As Jed Olsen, anyways. People were so trusting of him and neglected to suspect the new guy in town. It made it easy to watch people and I had a lot of excuses to spend hours doing so.” He said to you.

“Jed sounds nice.” Y/N shrugged.

“Well, Jed isn’t real, babe. He’s a shitty facade of what people like in a person. Made it so much easier for myself.” Ghostface said.

“Okay then,.. what did you do? As a career?” You asked him.

“I was a journalist and wrote for the Roseville Gazette. They made me cover my own killings and I did a good job doing so. Nobody could really understand my work though, no matter how much I tried to when I was Jed.” He said, a proud tone in his voice as he spoke. You were weirded out and cautious but you wanted to try and understand him.

“So, is that why you do it? For art?” You asked him as his head perked.

“That’s exactly why! There’s something very beautiful about the redness unique to somebody pouring out of them, even mixing with others. Not only that but just toying around and seeing how loud one can scream. Each scream is so unique and different. And just like art, you can fix your mistakes if it isn’t done right.” He explained, he seemed more relaxed. 

“Fix? But wouldn’t they be dead?” You asked him, genuinely confused. 

“You have to be an expert craftsman to fix it. A scream is a delicacy, something I choose not to indulge myself in often. Y’know, don’t want anybody hearing what goes on. When I do want to hear the screaming, it’s usually when my target has piqued my interest or mildly annoyed me. It feels rewarding after going through all the effort to memorize their lifestyle.” He said.

“A weird but cool way of looking at it, I suppose.” Y/N said. 

You didn’t really care about morality at this point. Such things as the Entity exist, anyways, You weren’t sure what you did to deserve being stranded here. Even if you did have a weird romantic interest in him, so what? Why would the Entity care? Why would any Gods care? And even then, you seemed to have an interest in his hobby. Blood and killing didn’t faze you anymore.

“You think so?” He asked you. 

“Depends on the person, I guess. I’d only do it to bad people.” You said.

“But, you’d do what I do?” He asked you.

“Yeah...?” You responded. Danny seemed a bit giddy.

“How would you do it?” Ghostface asked, he seemed way too excited to hear about your non-existent methods of killing.

“I don’t know...” Y/N replied, feeling somewhat flustered by how close he was to you. It was a different type of feeling when he wasn’t trying to stab you. 

“If you want, I could show you some pictures and give you tips.” He said.

“And kill who? We’re stuck in this hellhole.” You reminded him.

“What about the other survivors? They can’t all be innocent.” Ghostface said to you. He had some appreciation for you since you listened. It was crazy how much this strange man can switch up.

“No, never. I’m not that crazy.” You said as the loud horn of the exit gates blared. You looked around, really surprised. He seemed just as surprised.

“That long?” He questioned. 

“Guess I’m just that good of a distraction.” You said to him as he silently sighed in frustration but didn’t seem to care. A part of him enjoyed your talk.

“Guess you’re gonna be my one kill.” He said, shifting towards you and pushing you against the wall. You were taken aback by his swift movement.

You squirmed against his body, somewhat sliding downwards so kicking was pretty much useless unless you wanted to completely fall. The two of you grunted quietly as he turned you around, shoving your face against the hard wall. It was uncomfortable but he wasn’t being as rough as he usually was. At this point, you were scared of his knife so you tried pulling his hands away from you in the awkward position. Ghostface tightly pinned one of your arms on your back, you winced as he tugged on your hair.

He leaned inwards, poking his head towards your neck and hair. Ghostface took a moment to memorize your scent and what your hair texture might have felt like. For some strange reason, he seemed to want to learn everything about you. It might have been a bad idea for you to have opened him up about his art.

“Get off of me.” You demanded in a stern voice.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.” He replied sarcastically. 

You froze up when he slid his hand under your shirt, his fingertips trailing on your back. It wasn’t the motion itself but rather the feeling of his ungloved hand. You felt yourself go into a rather catatonic state, not in fear but you were quick to wonder why he would take his glove off. A thousand thoughts and scenarios played in your mind. His touch was soft but still managed to leave you with chills. 

Ghostface, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. He made notes of how soft your skin felt, his hand curiously wandered upwards. It wasn’t long before his hand wandered to your more sensitive areas. A gasp escaped your mouth as kept you pinned with his knees, his hands groping you a bit more roughly. Your face heated up when he squeezed you, you didn’t seem to struggle either. 

“Fuck...” You whispered.

“If only we had the time.” He mumbled, sticking three of his gloved fingers into your mouth. Your eyes rested as you stared upwards, allowing him to continue touching you. 

“I bet you’re getting all excited over this... if only I could capture the look on your face right now. How does it feel? Having somebody like me have their way?” He asked you. You felt aroused yet ashamed to oblige him.

“It feels good...” You managed to say, his fingers still in your mouth.

You felt the bulge in his crotch grow hard but this wasn’t the time or place. As much as he wanted to fuck you then and there, he needed to have some control over himself. He pulled his hands away and slid his glove back on. You let out a sigh of relief but also a whine. You knew just as much as he did that it just wasn’t the right time. You wiped the saliva from your lips and slowly stood up.

He pulled you backwards by your waist. You felt him rub his knife near your crotch, gliding it teasingly. His other hand wrapped around your neck. You heard him chuckle rather darkly. At this point, you seemed more hot and bothered than he was. Ghostface squeezed your neck a little harder, wanting to get one last sound of of you before he let you go. He didn’t care whether or not the Entity would be displeased or not.

“Guess you’ll have to be a whore some other time.” He said, cutting you on the arm slightly. You pulled your arm away quickly.

“Whatever.” You replied, flustered by his comment. Did that just happen?

“Better go before the Entity kills you itself.” He said to you.

“Right, right... see you around, Danny.” You said before quickly walking away and then running towards the exit gates. 

His head tilted curiously. Ghostface wasn’t sure if he had feelings or not. He admired you for listening to him and asking some questions though. But, now that he knew you’d do things with him willingly, he had some ideas. A wide smile grew behind his mask as he began to fantasize about the photos he would eventually take. 

You would probably come to regret your actions, seeing as his obsession with you would grow. Danny needed to know everything about you and even felt a bit possessive now. It didn’t matter, there was many possibilities within the Fog. Pray that you’ll be ready for your next meeting.

NOTE: Currently writing a full fledged Danny fic with a different plot but have the sequel to the Distraction. Ty for reading!

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