#tw keysmash

[calpalsworld]

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oregon ultimatum fancast:

jim carrey

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#tw Ai generated #tw unreality #tw awful #tw keysmash #my friend made these #please dont unfollow for ai i promise that i hate ai but my wonderful friend made these and theyre funny #treetop looks like a hollywood guy

[epikulupu]

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#⭘ ask #tw keysmash #tw caps

[genderpains]

omg when you send in an anon ask but you can’t remember which blog u sent it to to check if they answered ahsjskakmaamma

#tw keysmash #tw keyboard smash #holden rambles

[just-another-anonomus]

Arm

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#tw keysmash #arm #tw bandages #i dont know how tags work

[domesticated-feral]

#Scerek #Scott McCall #Derek Hale #Teen Wolf #many keysmash thoughts happening in my head rn #my edit #tw photosensitivity

[radio-ghost-cooks]

hhhhhh tensimm brainrot

a drabble about an au i just cooked up where 10 doesn't regen at the end of eot and gets to live a little longer

tags: implied/referenced abuse, blood mention, the time lords are massive assholes, post eot, the drums, 10th doctor, simm!master, tensimm, thoschei, their little head bonk, ten is so in love, touch starved Master (kinda), so much hurt/comfort, author wants to hug the Master, academy era names, he/it Master, they/them Doctor

they could hear it. for the first time in a very long time, the Doctor heard the Drums. they didn't know how. they didn't know why. but they had a sneaking suspicion that it meant the Master was in danger. and despite it all, despite the constant running and fighting and betrayal and animosity, they couldn't leave the light of their life in danger. they managed to break their way into the Void. into the empty nothingness that now housed Gallifrey. it took a long time of fidding with the heart of the Tardis, but they did it. the closer they got to their old home, the louder and clearer the din in their mind became. a rapid beat of 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4. faster than before. weaker.

it took a very long time to find the Master, but when they did, they nearly broke down sobbing. there lay the Master, their Koschei, facedown in the dirt, the foot of some Time Lord planted on the side of his face, old dried blood on his hoodie being overtaken by fresh wounds. insult and injury. a reminder of how the other Time Lords thought of him and the Doctor. this must be their punishment for killing Rassilon, for the old Lord President was nowhere to be found. good. he deserved it, for what he did to Koschei. but Koschei was still shoved into the dirt.

it took a lot of running, bargaining, and knock-outing, but finally, they scooped the Master into their arms and made a mad dash back to safety. far away from Gallifrey. the poor Master, their poor Koschei, was completely exhausted. its back was a map of scars and bruises. its front didn't fare much better. imagine the Doctor's surprise when, as they gently ran their hand down its side, it purred and pressed into it desperately despite being seemingly unconscious.

the Doctor carried him to their bedroom, which the Tardis had made some slight alterations to. the bed was larger, big enough to accommodate both of them. sitting by the foot of it was a pile of clothes; an exact match to the Master's current outfit (minus the blood, obviously).

by that point, the Master had woken up slightly, his eyes finally peeling open and making a little noise of confusion.

"Mmmh?" the Doctor looked down at the Master and smiled softly, a hint of sadness in their eyes. "hullo, Koschei," they hummed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. the Master paused. "you came," he whispered, not daring to believe what was going on. "you called."

the Master would have broken down sobbing if he had the energy. they heard him. they heard the Drums and came for him. he nearly destroyed time itself and yet Theta Sigma still came. he buried himself into their chest, reeling at the sensation of touch that wasn't meant to harm him. he purred a little louder, now the only sound either of them could hear.

"Theta," he whimpered, with tears in his eyes, "Theta, I'm sorry. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. all I've ever done is put you in danger. I'm so sorry-" "Oi." Theta hugged Koschei closer to them, bringing one hand to its cheek and pressing their foreheads together. "I forgive you. all anyone's ever done is hurt you. s' not your fault."

Theta cradled Koschei in their arms, rocking ever so slightly as tears rolled down his face. but he was happy. happy tears. because for once in their bloody lives, everything felt okay. they were going to be okay.

#nearly cried #I love these two #they deserve the world #fuck rassilon #all my homies hate rassilon #keysmash #jahsuayxgaohrh #yeah #simm!master #10th doctor #tenth doctor #doctor who #tensimm #thoschei #my fic #tw blood #tw scars #tw bruises #tw abuse

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Sunny hadn’t always been afraid of the animatronics. It just seemed as if one day he suddenly became terrified of them. As always, their parents did nothing about this. Didn’t care at all. It’s always Mari who has to comfort him, who has to get him up for school, who has to feed him, who has to keep track of him.

Mari squirms in excitement under the bed, finally having heard the tell-tale sound of feet scuffing across the floor. She secures her Foxy mask to her face again, getting ready to pounce. Wait for it, wait for it…

(Rest of fic under cut, ao3 link)

“AUGHHH!!” Mari jumps out and screams at Sunny. Immediately, he clutches his stupid little Fredbear closer to his chest and bursts into tears.

It was a little like aloe on the fire of Mari’s rage. Yeah, she wasn’t powerless. Look at that stupid kid, who thinks he has the right to be so sensitive. He always has it so easy. He has no idea what it’s really like.

She laughs mercilessly at him as he sobs into his plushie. It’s always Mari who has to comfort him, who has to make him shut up.

She takes off the mask, holding it by the straps. “Oh, come on.” She eventually says when the crying starts to make an uncomfortable twinge grow in her heart.

“Don’t be afraid, Sunny,” Mari rolls her eyes, tugging him into a hug. “It’s not as scary as you think.”

Not her fault he was so easy to scare. Really, he should be thanking her. Not just for being the only actual parent around, but for making him stronger. He’ll never survive in this world so soft. Mari never had the luxury of being that soft - why should he?

(2 days until the party.)

Fredbear’s Family Diner was like a second home to Mari. That was not a good thing whatsoever.

It was home in the way you resent that familiar spot of mold in the bathroom, home as in the cold locked door to Father’s study, home like crying and unwashed sheets, home like walking past a step on the stair and seeing the blood stain where you cut your foot on a nail that never really washed out. Horrible things, even delightful things, all becoming so familiar it’s just a place that exists and holds you within it. A place you will never escape.

Sunny’s been hiding for his whole stupid birthday party.

Father insisted on it, no matter what Mari said. He’s not even here. He didn’t care at all when Mari kept saying Sunny wouldn’t like it, that it’d be pointless, that he’d cry the whole time, that he was scared. Just got mad at her, acting like he knows everything. And of course, he couldn’t even bother to fucking show up. Not even watch over all these kids. No, that was Mari’s job. Like always.

There’s a new Spaceboy movie out. Her friends even got her a ticket. She’s had to skip it for this. This loud, greasy, obnoxious hell. She will smile today if it kills her. It’s a miracle she got some of her friends to come along.

“Why’s he so afraid of them, anyway?” Hero asks. Thank God for Hero, always by her side.

“No idea. He won’t talk about it. Just decided to be a coward one day, I guess. Maybe at least this’ll put an end to it. Now, put on that Bonnie mask, boy!”

Hero laughs, doing as he’s told. He’d been hesitant at first, but Mari has always been able to drag him into anything. Oh, she can’t wait!

Sunny’s always been so easy for her to pick up. She nuzzles her face to his crying cheek. “Awww, is baby scared? Don’t worry! Big sister Mari is always here! Oh, I know what’ll make you feel better… a visit to your very best friend!”

“Oh, what’s that? I think the little guy said he wants to give Fredbear a big ole kiss!”

Mari laughs, holding Sunny’s squirming, sobbing body. “Don’t be afraid, Sunny,” she says, placing him inside Fredbear’s gaping mouth. “It’s not as scary as you think!”

…

God, Mari hates this place. She stands stock still, barely breathing, blood frozen in her racing heart.

“Ballora, no, no,” says the voice. Achingly, terrifyingly familiar. “She’s a friend! She’s helping us! She’s going to get us out of here, she’s not like the others.”

It feels a little like home, this hell, dark and rancid and tense. Blueprints and dust, cold locks, hiding under a desk and waiting patiently for the tell-tale shuffle of inhuman feet. Shocks and eyes following her home.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s it,” encourages the voice. He had always sounded so distant, in a way, so stone-faced, except when he was crying. Crying and crying and crying and c- “Let her pass. She’s our friend.”

The mass of weirdly wet sounding wires slowly dances away. She can’t see in the dark, only guided by the voice she’d follow into Hell. Mari could cry. That’s the thing, she supposes. They’d both always been crybabies.

“She is right behind you, but she won’t follow. She is afraid,” whispers the voice. “The scooping room is right in front of you.”

Mari had sometimes hallucinated and dreamt of that voice. Had ever since the party. She’d wander the hall aimlessly, hearing far off crying and pleading. Never could find the source. She’d do anything to hug him again.

Mari’s hands aren’t shaking. They haven’t done that since night 3. Terror can become a home. Home was always terrifying, anyway. Her whole body is tense, and she feels like there’s a caged bird in her stomach trying to get out.

For Sunny. If not for anyone else, if not for anything else, for Sunny.

(It’s always Sunny.)

She walks forward steady, fast, silent, and opens the door. Something feels wrong. But something feels wrong constantly, so she just breathes through it.

It’s a little brighter here, but not by much. Dim light glints off the scooper, rust like dried blood on its edges. The door closes behind her with a damning thud.

“Don’t be afraid, Mari,” she whispers to herself, an empty, desperate comfort. She doesn’t notice the wires wrapping around her arms and legs, prepared to squeeze tight at a moment’s notice. “It’s not as scary as you think.”

#my writing #Omori fic #omori fnaf au #omori x fnaf #omori #tw sibling abuse #omori mari #omori sunny #YEET #please. please give me attention. I am NOT above begging. validate my writing PLEASE #reblog and leave a keysmash in the tags pleaseeeee

[scattered-winter]

“Wait!” Kyle’s voice was desperate, tinged with traces of panic. “I’m the one you want!” He struggled in the aliens’ grasps, despite the bandages and the broken ribs. “Leave him out of this!”

Trogg’s chuckle was deep and grim. “That’s what I thought.” He thrust the electric staff into Jason’s side and lit it up. Pain crackled through his limbs, and his entire body tensed. It took every ounce of self-control Jason possessed to keep from making a sound as the electricity snaked through his limbs like fire; his teeth ground together, his back arching off the ground.

Kyle struggled harder, his screams fading into the background as Jason poured his focus into staying quiet. He refused to scream; he wouldn’t give the alien bastard that satisfaction.

Finally, Trogg pulled away, and Jason sagged, gulping in air. He spared a glance at Kyle, fighting to break the aliens’ grips. Their eyes locked; Kyle’s were wide, something that looked suspiciously like tears glistening there.

the torture fic is now coming along nicely :]

#i just needed to keysmash a bit to let my brain regroup #winter speaks #winter writes #jaykyle #jason todd #kyle rayner #tw torture

[touch-starved-lurker]

already wasted my whole day not studying for exams... what if i just keep doing that. what, i'll fail my exams? what if i do that then?

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#tw swearing #cw swearing #swear words #swearing #keysmash #keysmash warning #caps #all caps #procrastination #i need to stop procrastinating #executive dysfunction

[nebuvoid]

are u ok?

every day the cishets try to hunt me for sport

#never have been (ok) thanks for asking #ive been told my keysmashes are 'bad' and 'weird' #ask #reformistsasuke #naruto talk #boruto tw

[marlos-fave-characterthoughts]

yes this is a blog for mostly other people’s character thoughts that i like but i gotta ramble for a minute man CAUSE LIKE DUDE

“Great shows can’t be made alone.” COMING FROM HIM AND THEN THE FUCKING FACE HE MAKES I’M GONNA DIE CAUSE HE **KNOWS** HE KNOWS BETTER THAN ANYONE THAT GREAT SHOWS CANT BE MADE ALONE BECAUSE HES **TRIED** AND HE DESPERATELY WANTED TO DO SHOWS IWTH OTHERS AND AND HAUGFDFUJAUHFDGUGHSJD

#tw blood #the keysmash is my incoherent wailing btw #rui kamishiro #<- dont wanna tag his tag for this tbh but for the sake of keeping this blog organized i will #i hate this clown. how could he do this to me

[epikulupu]

hello i ' m not dead and i ' ve been secretly talking to you through anon for a while now bc i ' ve forgotten my emoji

- ithink ladder anon ?

gdkjnfgf that's ok do not worry

[n yes u were ladder anon]

#🪜 anon #tw keysmash

[neon-skeleton99]

omg this song is so them &lt;3

#my art #js paint #ms paint #undertale #utmv #fresh!sans #those are the actual lyrics b tw #fresh sans #underfresh #mettaton #mettaton ex #mettaton ut #Suggestive #oh I did not notice that keysmash earlier I think I learned on my keyboard

[spruceplank]

Hey y'all I'm apologizing for this in advance

I can't let go of the golden apple concept, it doesn't really matter how long it would work in a very specific scenario. After all, there can only be one player left standing to end the game.

"You would never turn on me, would you?"

"Nope. Your life is my life and visa versa, we have to take care of each other."

TW: Major character death, suicide

"Impulse! Impulse what are you doing?!" Bdubs felt his heart pound harder the higher Impulse towered.

Even with the pouring rain he knew he was loud enough that Impulse should have heard him. But Impulse either didn't hear his frantic cries or he ignored them. Bdubs didn't know which option he wanted to be the truth.

Making sure his water bucket was in hand he too, started to tower up into the sky. His mind was racing trying to think of anything at all as to why Impulse was doing this. Shaky hands placed block after block below him as he tried to think of what was going on.

There hadn't been any weird behaviors or strange comments that he could remember. Everything had gone exactly according to plan, the tnt trap went boom and that left them as the winners. Yet here was Impulse climbing into the sky one cobblestone block at a time. As long as Bdubs stayed below Impulse's tower he could place the water in case Impulse fell. Impulse wasn't trying to fall right? They didn't have to die to win, they had already won!

The game didn't end until only one player remained standing. He should have noticed sooner that Impulse had taken off his armor. Should have noticed sooner the way Impulse was crying as he kept building. Should have noticed sooner, the golden apple missing from his inventory.

It was something so inconsequential when it happened. He was to lure the other remaining pair to the tnt trap. He had passed Impulse the golden apple just in case it looked like he wasn't going to run away fast enough or their enemies trapped him with them. He knew Impulse wouldn't have eaten it anyways even if he had wound up within range of the blast. They were in this together, until the end.

Why did it always have to end this way? Why was he always betrayed? Why was he always left alone? Surely he was loved right?

It feels like an eternity before Bdubs finally catches up to Impulse. They're at least 200 blocks in the air. The rain has turned into snow they're so high up. He can barely see their house below them through the clouds. Impulse is shivering, standing hunched over atop the pillar he'd constructed towards the heavens.

"Impulse," his breath catches at the look on Impulse's face when his soulmate turns to look at him. Desperation, sorrow, despair, and regret. Impulse doesn't meet his eyes. But he won't give up on his soulmate, not now. Not ever, "Impulse what are you doing? We, we won, we can leave victorious now. Let's go home, together."

Impulse chokes back a sob. It would break his heart but his heart feels frozen in his chest. He can hear it pounding in his ears, but the creeping dread of despair has completely taken hold of his heart. He's scared. Bdubs is scared. For the first time since this game started, he feels alone.

Impulse still won't meet his eyes.

"Impulse, please. Please let's go back home together. I don't know what you're thinking Impulse but we either do it together or not at all. You would never turn on me right?" Bdubs pleads. Once more asking that same question he did in the beginning, to remind Impulse they were in this together.

Impulse finally meets his eyes.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No. He knows that look. He knows what that means. No, no, no. What is Impulse doing? If he jumps, if he jumps they'll both die! That's not winning!

Impulse tries to smile at him, but it's a sad smile. One that matches the tears in both of their eyes at this point. He's at a loss for what to do.

Impulse winces, hunger damage, he can tell. Their inventories were in disarray after the final confrontation. Had Impulse dropped his food in order to pick something else up? But why was he already starving then? Wait, why didn't he also take the damage. He remembers Impulse has the golden apple.

He's already too late.

"I, I-I'm sorry, Bdubs." Impulse takes more hunger damage. His own heart is caught in his throat, his feet feel frozen to the spot. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't think there's anything he can do. Impulse smiles, the same smile he always gave Bdubs except its not right. They're both crying. They both know what is going to happen next. He cant stop it. Impulse meets his eyes one final time and says, "It seems I've run out of time."

ImpulseSV fell from a high place.

#I wrote this instead of going to bed #double life smp fanfic #double life fanfic #tw suicide #tw major character death #This isn't canon it's just a what if that's plagued me all day so now I'm inflicting the idea upon others #Really hope I have tagged this according and also correctly #I also hope my stupid phone keyboard who's autocorrect is broken from me keysmashing hasn't betrayed me when writing this

[34methylenedioxymethamphetamin]

aksmakamskakska I love this one

@cosmikgleam

#cats of tumblr #angora rabbit #bunny #cats #evan's cat #mellow #tonho #<3 #keysmash #keysmash cw #keysmash tw

[spacelesscowboy]

i love. i love feeling completely disconnected from my friends.

#emyrs.txt #vent tw #I KNOW. IM NOT A BURDEN TO THEM BUT MY BRAIN IS LIKE. HM. UNLESS 👀👀 #IDKKKK I JUST HAVE ALWAYS FELT LIKE IM THE ONE REACHING OUT. ALWAYS. IM ALWAYS THE ONE REACHING OUT. ITS MAKING ME INSANE. #i always feel like i’m the one who is desperate to keep a relationship going. like. i’m the only one who cares about it in the first place #and sometimes when i hang out w my friends / talk to them / etc. i don’t feel like that anymore bc i feel like they care about us being #friends but in the in-between of us talking/hanging out i feel like i am untethered and just. floating around. waiting for them 2 want to #talk to me. (hint: they almost never do.) #and it’s like. do i even exist to u outside of the times when we hang out. #bc i’m constantly every day thinking about my friends. like legit i am doing anything and i go. hm. what if i made my friend soemthing. #like. i debated making traditional korean clothes using traditional korean methods for my friend bc i’m literally insane and i want them to #know i cherish him and love him so much and think about them all the time and as a thank u for putting up w me etc etc. like. #that’s literally insane who does that. lol. NANDMFMF #idk. #i kinda lost my point here but to reiterate what i was saying before. #i always feel like i’m the one reaching out. and i understand that they’re sometimes busy or they forget to answer or something comes up i #get that !! #i just hate that months would go by w/o us talking if i didn’t send something every few days #and also i hate that they only respond w a keysmash or a few words like bestie !! #i am TRYING to start a conversation w u i am not just sending this for shits and giggles !! #me sending dumb shit is me trying 2 start a conversation w u !!!!!!!!! u r driving me insane !!!!!!!!!!! /lh #i wish. i was not mentally ill. NSNDNFNFM #also. i wish i could be normal about the relationships i have with other people and not need constant reassurance from everyone all the time #i’ve tried to tone it down a bit + as well as the self hatred bc it gets old and boring and annoying QUICKLY and i dont wanna push my #friends away even further but sometimes it’s all i can feel and it truly does feel like. #i’m just alone. floating along in space. untethered. #like. my life is inconsequential and no one would even really care if i just. disappeared. #or something. idk. #it’s 5 am and i haven’t gone to sleep yet it might be the sleep deprivation talking lmfao.