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Heh, im not trying to say that they might be the one but guys they might be the one

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Two Time's Love

Two Time x Reader

CW: Angst, Unhealthy Relationships

Two Time's personality was... unique, to say the least.

Quiet at times, loud at others.

Emotionless one moment and then passionate the next.

Everything about them was a walking contradiction; as if even the universe itself didn't quite know where they belonged.

Even Two Time's so called "love" for you was enigmatic.

Two Time saw you as something divine, in short.

Perhaps even something akin to an angel or even The Spawn.

Their Spawn.

Two Time wasn't sure what about you was exactly "divine".

Perhaps it was simply you. Your entire being.

But even when such words were uttered, and with the utmost respect and fervor as well, Two Time couldn't help but feel like, at their core, they were hollow.

One could easily say such things about the people they love. Small, meaningless, flippant words. Weightless words.

Like a single feather upon the silver scale of time.

Words that were simply words. To be spoken and then forgotten soon after.

But Two Time felt as if you were more.

So much more; always more.

You weren't simply divine, or breathtaking, or kind, or all of those other shallow words. No, you were something far greater.

Something much farther beyond.

Something that was so utterly good in its existence, that there weren't any words to truly capture all of it.

But for you, Two Time would try.

You were everything.

Everything that Two Time lived by.

Everything that Two Time would live for.

Would love for.

Would kill for.

Die for.

And yet, to Two Time, you were also so cruel in every sense.

So horrible and sick and evil and bad.

Afterall, you were everything.

The kindest of angels.

The wickedest of demons.

Everything.

Yet Two Time clung to you like a lifeline still. Perhaps to them, you were.

Their blood. Their breath. Their sight. Their tears.

Everything.

And so, here is Two Time, on their hands and knees before you, offering you whatever you want.

Their love.

Their attention.

Their entire being.

Just so that you could spare them a glance.

A second more of your attention.

Anything, really. As long as it belonged to you.

Yet all you could think about was how tedious it would be to get the dirt out of their clothing.

Not even troubling, or difficult, or irritating.

Just tedious.

Only tedious.

That's what Two Time was to you. That's what Two Time would always be to you.

And yet, whatever it was that you'd end up giving them, Two Time would accept it anyway.

And they would cling to it; whether it be physical or not. It would make no difference, not to them.

Never to them.

Because as long as it was something of yours; something marked by your presence, Two Time would see it as something to be cherished.

Something to be devoted to.

Something to obsess over.

You looked down at their crouched figure before you. Their clothing was dirty. Hair; matted. Skin; pale.

Two Time couldn't even bring themself to look up at you.

Perhaps they were nervous. Embarrassed, even.

What for; you weren't sure.

"Two Time... Please... Get off the ground," you'd sigh, eyes heavy with a sort of tiredness that didn't come from day fatigue.

It came from them.

After all, being the object of someone's devotion is always exhausting.

Because you aren't the person they adore.

You are the object they adore.

Just an object.

A concept.

Not real, not breathing, not human.

Just an object.

To Two Time, you weren't "you". You were a blessing from The Spawn!

But that was it.

Something to be adored; not someone.

Something that is good; not someone.

Never someone.

Two Time is always speaking praise. Of your talent. Of your kindness. Of your looks.

But not once have you heard them speak of loving you.

No "I love yous," or "I'll cherish you,"

Just "I love how forgiving you are."

Or, "I love how your eyes sparkle under the moonlight."

Never, "I love you."

To be recognized and loved and adored, but never for yourself; that was Two Time's love.

Full and suffocating and passionate, yet at the same time still so empty.

Like they were constantly looking right through you, or around you, or past you, but never at you.

Two Time loved everything little thing about you.

Everything, except for you.

And that is what it feels like to be loved by Two Time.

That is Two Time's love.

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Phestival results spoilers for Phighting

Comedy lost the phestival

We could have tied if we had better open winrates by like 0.1%

Do you understand how close this was?

We were worse by 0.1%

Less than half of half of a percent

That's what we're talking about here

And for open KD, the difference was 0.032%

Im not taking this news well

Im actually so salty

Ts pmo

6 hours before the phestival ended, we were in the lead for the open winrate category as well

If the phestival ended 6 hours earlier, we would have tied

Haha yeah join team comedy, we were the joke this entire time!!!

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If comedy wins the phestival I'll write another fic

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the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

the phighting grind never ends

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Kind of a vent, for those who care to read. Nothing triggering is mentioned below

If I'm being completely honest, recently, it has started to feel like I only write because I want to see others praise my work when it's finished and not because I actually want to write.

This has lead me to start rushing on some posts and creating works that I'm just not really proud of in the end, which I think sort of feeds into this sort of work-praise cycle

Ex:

I make a post that I feel is bad, get kind of burnt out because of it but then get a small bit of validation from said post which leads me to feeling slightly better.

Then I start rushing to make another post to try and get back that feeling of validation.

I'm not really sure why this happens. I used to love writing. I still think I love writing.

Maybe I'm just saying that.

I dont know.

It's probably just burnout.

But yeah idk, writing doesn't really seem like the healthiest way to go about all of this

Maybe I should take a break

But at the same time I really want to keep writing

Does this even make sense? Someone must understand at least a little bit

Do i actually like writing? Do I just like the praise associated with it? What's even going on

Is it just burnout

Maybe its just because I keep writing requests and not what I actually want to write

But at this point I don't even know what I want

Something to do with Two Time, but that's about where my ideas end

I have been writing a lot more than I usually do, so it could be burnout.

sorry for venting to random people on the internet

I know I got advice in my last post that was kind of like this, about that writers block thing

I have been trying to write or work on posts a little bit

Like one sentence a day

But thats the maximum because after I write one sentence my brain just sort of shuts down and I seriously cant even bring myself to write a single word more

I really wanted to try to advice to see if it works, and I guess it does work because I am technically writing a little more

What was the point of this post again? I'm sorry, I've kind of lost the script here.

But hey, I guess at the end of the day I ended up writing, right?

Haha

Sorry

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Two Time x Reader

Type: NSFW Drabbles

An: sorry this is short, I'm trying to get back into writing and I'm really sleepy rn

Thinking about Two Time when you start to get a little too loud...

When your muffled whines and moans would stop being so muffled.

Two Time would have absolutely adored them; really, they would have!

But they just couldn't risk having the other survivors hear.

After all, your pleasure was only to be enjoyed by the pure, holy gaze of The Spawn and by Two Time alone.

They would often press their lips to yours, swallowing your moans with their mouth and muttering almost inaudible commands to "be quiet."

Other times, they'd shove their fingers past your lips to prevent you from speaking.

After all, they didn't need to hear your words!

They already knew from everything else how good they were making you feel.

They can't lie, you're cute.

Really cute.

But sometimes it's easier to enjoy you when you just shut up and let them make you feel good.

Whenever you start to tear up from overstimulation, Two Time would be there to eagerly lick your tears away.

They would not want to waste even a drop of you.

They will not waste even a drop of you.

Other times, when they're feeling much less generous, they'll just cover your mouth with their palm and continue fucking you until you're nothing more than a mumbling, fucked out mess.

I mean, you do enjoy it, don't you?

Two Time certainly does.

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Hi guys im eating cereal right now

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I have 12 forsaken fics that are a W.I.P that I need to just finish already but I keep losing motivation halfway through and it really pmo

Its not even like an interest or idea thing either. like there are a good handful of them in there that I really WANT to finish and I know how it should go and stuff but at the same time I can't be bothered

I just let those ideas and scenarios rot in my head and stuff instead of just manning up and writing them

But I also really want to like... get the ideas out there? Too?

Idk maybe I'm just being lazy because if I'm being honest I'm a really lazy person at heart

Anyway

Tips on how to stop this from happening please...

Asking for a friend...

Maybe...

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``A God's Solitude.``

Telamon x GN! Reader

CW: NONE! (But this isn't heavily proofread)

Notes: I know you requested Shedletsky, but I didn't have any ideas for him so I hope me writing Telamon instead isn't too disappointing... and also im being so fr when I say that this is the closest thing I can get to a shedletsky fic for like another month, sooo...

One of the only sounds that could be heard was the faint dripping of rain from outside that old, stained glass window.

You watch silently as the drops trail down the textured glass, eventually reaching the stone window sill and pooling off of it.

The glass on the inside, however, was dusty. So much so that you could hardly even tell that the gold soldering holding each pane together was ever gold in the first place.

The other sound audible in the room was the constant, rhythmic clicking of that grandfather clock in the corner of Telamon's chamber.

The hands read 4:27 in the morning.

You would have been in your own room, asleep, had it not been for Telamon specifically requesting your presence today.

He always tried to play it off as a sort of possessiveness. That he simply wanted to keep you around because you were his, in a way.

That you belonged by his side simply because he was your god.

And while that may have been somewhat true, you knew the real reason.

Telamon was lonely.

It was the kind of loneliness that would stick to a person like a stain, unable to be washed away.

It was different from being alone.

There were many nights where you'd ask him how his day was, and he'd simply respond, "I was alone most of the day."

And while technically true, it's not what he meant.

What he meant to say was that he was lonely.

He sits on the bed, by the window; not even pretending to be asleep. His wings are wrapped around himself, though only slightly.

And yet, despite this, you'd always wonder why he kept you so close, but so far at the same time.

Physically, he'd keep you near. A hand wrapped around your waist whenever you were in public.

But emotionally, he'd be so distant. Hardly talking to you.

Perhaps in private, he just wasn't very talkative.

Or at least, you hoped so.

You really

really

hoped so...

Not enough to act as full on comforting, but enough to show how he yearned for it.

How he always yearned for it.

"Telamon, I know something is bothering you," you'd say.

Sometimes he'd ignore you, or pretend not to hear.

Tonight was one of those sometimes.

"Come on, don't ignore me..."

He sighs, wings drooping behind him.

You are constantly looking at those wings. At the brown feathers that fade into the faintest of golds. You can't help but admire them.

Admire him.

Sometimes, when the night is still and it's just the two of you, he'll hold you close and wrap those wings around you, whispering small thank yous and I love yous.

You say sometimes, but it has only ever happened once before and never again.

"You needn't dote on me so. I am a god, in case you've forgotten."

Most likely, he was pretending to be annoyed again.

To appear as if he doesn't need you.

To prove to you that he is strong and capable and independent and all the things a god should be.

But you hardly care.

All you care about is loving him.

And so you begin to crawl closer to him, and he stares at you with that signature, almost owl-like golden gaze.

"I didn't forget. But please, won't you just let me take care of you? If only for tonight?"

You see his shoulders untense a little, and he lets out a sigh he wasn't even aware he was holding. "I suppose... since you are asking so earnestly. It would be.. rude of me to deny such a request."

You smile at his acceptance.

"You must have felt so lonely," you'd murmur, eyes soft as you gaze at him.

And despite how the words seem to pierce him in a way he never thought was possible, he still finds the words amusing. Almost laughable.

Loneliness is a given for the divine.

"You don't always have to exist in solitude, you know. You have me.." you'd say, almost silently.

Yet the words hold volume regardless.

You know Telamon has a reason for acting so distant with you, whatever reason that may be.

But oh how you wished he'd let you in a little more.

"Yes.." he starts, words trailing off a bit as he fails to hold your gaze. It's unusal; how unsure he seems now.

Telamon was always a very confident god.

"but for how long?" he finally asks.

And it hits you now more than ever why he always seemed so distant.

Why, despite appearing to be carefree and unbothered, he'd always return to you in silence.

Because despite loving you, and adoring you, he was constantly in a state of bracing for your death.

In a state of preparing to never see you again.

In a state that was somewhere between experiencing and cherishing and mourning; all at the same time.

You were mortal, after all.

"So that's what's been bothering you..." you'd sigh, looking into his eyes solemnly. "You'll have me for my whole life, Telamon."

You place yourself before him, taking his hands in yours.

"I know to you, that won't be very long," you'd start, gently running your fingers over his knuckles. "But... please... let me love you for the entirety of it. I want to love you properly, Telamon."

Silence befalls the both of you like a veil, and for a moment, nobody speaks. It remains that way until you see a shift in Telamon's expression.

He smiles, though it's less one of joy and more one of musing.

"You really are foolish..." he'd mutter before leaning closer to your face. He presses his lips to yours, a chaste kiss forming between the two of you.

"Loving me for the entirety of your life... Aren't you afraid of wasting it?"

You feel his arms wrapping around your waist, his head pressing into the crook of your neck.

You shake your head almost instantly. "I won't be wasting it if I spend it all with you..."

You see his wings twitch behind him, and he scoffs. Yet you don't miss how he pulls you closer to him.

"Still foolish. But admirable. You always are."

Telamon speaks once more. "Just for tonight... let me remain by your side.." his voice is.. softer than usual. Quiet. Vulnerable. As if the words themselves would shatter if spoken any louder.

His clawed hands desperately dig into your skin, and he holds his breath waiting for your response.

"I'll stay by your side every night, if that's what you want," you respond, your arms moving to hold him close as he does to you.

You feel his wings encased the both of you, holding you closer to him.

The feathers are warm as they brush over your skin, and you feel an overwhelming sense of calm wash over you.

"I do want that."

He presses another kiss to your lips. This one his deeper, more desperate.

It leaves you breathless.

"And more than that... I want you."

You feel his grip on you tighten, as if he's afraid you'd be gone as soon as he lets go.

"I will always want you.." he says, once again failing to hold your gaze.

You smile at him, before cupping the side of his face and tilting it up slightly.

"I love you, Telamon."

You see his breath hitch slightly at your words, before he regains his composure to respond.

"I love you too."

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NOOO MY TWO TIME BACKSTAB TECH HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY FROM ME

MY TRICK IS GONE ITS GONE

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I haven't played since the castorice banner.

Who the FAWK is this guy????!?!?!

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Guys did you know i have an a03?

But ion know how to use that app

Why would you ever write on a03 over Tumblr

Can someone explain the perks

Why do i have an a03 account

Is it like just for long stories with multiple chapters?

;-;

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😞🤝

(Wth did you just call me)

Guys im going to lock in so hard for the next two hours and finish THREE fics I swear /not lying /I got this

There's gonna be:

Telamon

Two Time

iTrapped

TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST

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Im being so fr when I say I have no idea how to write for builderman... Im so sorry.... maybe ill try to read stuff to get inspo or something............

Guys im going to lock in so hard for the next two hours and finish THREE fics I swear /not lying /I got this

There's gonna be:

Telamon

Two Time

iTrapped

TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST

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Guys im going to lock in so hard for the next two hours and finish THREE fics I swear /not lying /I got this

There's gonna be:

Telamon

Two Time

iTrapped

TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST

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So,, um

May I ask for iTrapped x Reader smut? :3 I love your writing 🙏🙏

``You Hate That You Love Me.``

iTrapped x AFAB! Reader

Synopsis: You fuck your ex again and love it

Cw: NSFW, ex-boyfriend troupe, iTrapped is really mean :(

An: is this ooc? I don't know iTrapped lore. Also this isnt proof read

"You are so pathetic; crawling back to me like this," iTrapped would hiss, pushing your back harder into the desk under you.

Papers were scattered messily around the room; undoubtedly a mess that will be annoying to clean up later, yet completely shoved to the side for the time being.

iTrapped wasn't even looking you in the eyes; his focus solely on the sticky mess between your thighs.

You felt his fingers running along your folds, even through your panties. The fabric stuck there; and it would have been shameful if you hadn't liked it so much.

"Already so wet, and I've hardly even done anything. I guess some things never change, huh? Embarrassing, honestly."

iTrapped's fingers hooked along the lining of your panties before sliding them off, discarding them somewhere else in the room.

Two fingers were swiftly shoved into your heat, making a mess of the slick and other juices between your thighs.

Long, lean fingers that would pump in and out of you, curling when they'd re-enter.

Again and again and again.

Brushing against that spot that iTrapped knew had you reeling.

"I bet you've touched yourself thinking of me. You have, haven't you?"

You couldn't deny that fact.

Even though you hated his guts, you couldn't deny how good he was at fucking you senseless.

And besides, it always felt so much better when iTrapped did it, anyway...

You had attempted to replicate his technique multiple times before, but it never felt the same.

His fingers always managed to reach places yours never could.

His fingers always managed to have you becoming so much more of a mess.

Stretching you out and having your mind become clouded with need.

His thumb rubbed your bud harshly, earning a loud whine from you. You feel your pussy flutter around the digits, almost needily so.

"iTrapped... it's t'much.." you'd whimper, squirming under his frozen touch.

"Tch, don't act like you don't enjoy this. You wouldn't have begged for me earlier if you didn't want me to ruin you."

If you weren't being fucked stupid by his finegrs, you would have said something to defend what little honor you had left.

Instead, you just continued to allow little, pretty moans to spill from your lips.

Moans too loud to be for someone you supposedly hated.

Golden strands of his hair fell down onto his shoulders as he continued to finger you; hard.

You felt that signature knot beginning to stir in your stomach, signaling that you were already close.

Just from his fingers alone.

You bite your lower lip, shaking your head quickly.

"You do remember what you have to do in order to cum, right? Or are you too fucked-out to recall?"

"Please," you'd mumble, eyes shutting and body tensing.

That old, somewhat hazy memory return to you... eventually.

He wants to hear you beg for it.

"You can do better than that. Come on, now."

"P- Please, iTrapped... I.. I wanna cum- your fingers feel t'good.. I need to-"

You swear you catch the faintest of smiles on iTrapped's face at your broken little pleas.

It's almost as if he gets off to seeing you act all pathetic like this.

He most likely does.

"Good enough. I assume that's the best I'll get from a dumb whore like you, anyway."

Your juices would remain pressed inside of you. A hot, sticky, and erotic mess.

And with that subtle hint of permission, you end up gushing all over his hand. A loud, wanton moan escaping your mouth.

Your orgasm hits you. Hard.

You haven't cum like that since iTrapped left.

You looked away, face all red and blushy.

"If I spread my fingers right now, how messy would you get?"

And yet, despite your obvious annoyance, he did it anyway; taking a great interest in how your cum would pool out of you and onto the wood of the desk.

What an asshole.

He pulled out the two digits, an embarrassingly loud squelching sound following the action.

"But obedient enough, I suppose. Maybe next time I'll fuck you properly and not just with my fingers."

"God, you're still such a cum-dumpster." He shoved the fingers into your mouth, and you started to suck them clean almost instantly; even without having been told beforehand.