#And maybe not the ccs? I really have no idea. Oh well. This will do. I do have to say that using two cubitos as a football seems not too

[sbk-confessions]

Vivid keep appearing in the background of our dreams and we are desperately hitting them with a broom. We need to explode them, use them as stress toys. Throw them into a boiling pot and start stirring. They will be the new football in the game of football. We are sending them to the moon. They will whis past the ISS and the astronauts inside it will look outside and see two block men flirting and kissing in space. This is fun.

!

[raccoonface]

“Oh God!”

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Warnings- language, ehhh idk about anything else

Summary-Cairo is in a heated rivalry with Y/n.. or at least she thinks so

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Y/n POV

I have a love-hate relationship with school. I’m good at it but I hate having to spend my entire day at this place where I’m constantly being surrounded by imbeciles.

We are coming back from spring break and we have new classes to attend I have a new class called creative writing I’ve heard people talking about it I just was never interested in writing.

I have about 36 hours before school starts and I’m trying to figure out who’s gonna be in my class I can’t seem to find any of my friends on the list

I’ve been thinking about what new classes my friend CC had gotten, So I called her. It took me about two tries for her to pick up the phone

“Whaaatttt”

“Wooow CC didn’t know you were so bothered to hear from me”

“Yes I am so hurry up before my mom yells at me to take the dog out”

“Ok, ok I just wanted to know what new classes you got”

“Well my mom forced me to do a creative class so I chose either Piano or Creative writing, and I really wanted Piano but apparently not because I got creative writing”

“Phew”

“What are you ‘phew’ing about..?”

“I couldn’t find anyone with the same class as me and I was starting to get worried”

“Wow Y/n I was one of your last go-to’s that’s crazy”

“Shut up CC”

“Anyways I probably have- CC GET OUT HERE AND TAKE OUT THE DOG- ok I really have to go now bye-“

“Bye-“

Anddd, she hung up on me, as usual, but I can’t really blame her for having a mom like hers and I am so glad I finally found someone with the same class as me I was so scared I would have to do it alone.

But before I do anything else I should probably go out to eat before I starve to death, and there’s this new place I’ve been wanting to try for a while now and right now’s the perfect excuse.

I just had to find the place.. I knew it was some sort of bar/restaurant type thing I just couldn’t remember the name.

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I ended up finding a place which I’m sure is the right one but it doesn’t have any sort of sign or name on it.

It’s a little secluded which hopefully means it won’t be as packed, especially around this time of day. I decided to come here for a late lunch or some sort of early dinner.

Their menu was really appealing I had to hold myself back from getting everything but what was really appetizing was probably the good old (whatever food you want cuz I don’t know what to choose).

“Hello there may I take your order?” At least I know now that the people are nice here

“Oh uhm yeah sorry. I’d like the (food)” jeez I’m awkward

“Alright would that be all”

“Yeah thank you”

“No problem ma’am I’m just doing my job” of course like every waitress is supposed to

“Right.”

“I feel like I know you from somewhere” I hope not..

“Maybe..?” I have no idea..

“Holy shit you’re Y/n L/n right?” Surprise? I guess..? I don’t recognize her

“Uhhhh…. Yeah? Do I know you?”

“No but my friend knows of you and she hates your guts. She thinks of you as her school rival or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me right…?” There’s no way…

“No ma’am but I should probably get your order to the kitchen”

“Oh… yeah probably”

“Yeah talk to you later”

That was weird… I don’t know how her friend would know me though I would think I’m pretty quiet in school. I don’t even know who I was talking to.

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Here’s a start to the Cairo series I was talking about.

Sorry for taking an unexpected absence for a month there’s a lot going on with my life rn but I’m getting back into working on my fics.

Expect more soon!

[foreingersgod]

Can you write a CC x country reader that has a heavy accent, like Texas or smth and how it makes people react to it?

this is such a cute idea, i decided to put my own little twist on it so i hope you like it!

Texas Twang . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you were born and raised on a texas farm, eventually moving away for college where you met caitlin. here’s a list of 5 times she’s fallen in love with you and your accent

A/N: #5 is a wee bit spicy (trying to feed ya’ll as per request) so please skip it if you’re uncomfortable with that!

also i got these sayings off of google cause i dont know any texas slang or how to convey the reader having an accent so sorry if they’re literally not real 😭

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1. when you first met

you were panicked, running around your small room trying to find your stupid fucking phone. you were already running 5 minutes behind, the clock on the wall told you, but you wouldn’t be able to find your first class of the morning regardless if you didn’t find your phone. checking under your heap of blankets, in the drawers of your desk, and even in your laundry basket, you found nothing.

then, after throwing every book out of your backpack as a last resort, you saw it laying below discarded orientation papers and sticky notes. with a sigh of relief, you snatched your phone and sprinted out of your building.

you were running at full speed, which was a little embarrassing considering every one else on campus was just walking normally. but you were extremely behind and would be so mad if you were late to your first class at this school. so you continued to weave through people. you dodged campaigners, sped through large groups on the lawns, probably knocking down a few people in the process.

your sprinting seemed to pay off when you noticed the building up ahead. you glanced at the time, seeing you still had a few minutes to make it if you really hurried. your legs ached as you continued to speed walk past bypassers.

then, without notice, you ran right into someone passing by. the force of your impact causing the both of you to fall to the ground in the middle of the quad. if you weren’t late already, you surely would have been now.

“shit” you heard the other person cuss under their breath. you looked up, still planted on the ground, to the person in front of you.

she was an insanely attractive woman. lean, about 6 foot, muscular, just your type you might add. she was pushing herself off of the concrete side walk, brushing the gravel from her pants. you followed suit, standing up then apologizing profusely for running into her.

“oh my hell, i’m so sorry” you exclaimed “i was goin’ way too fast, i apologize”

she gave you a crooked smile, shaking her head.

“no you’re ok, it happens, i should’ve been paying attention”

“no, really ‘s my bad”

her face twisted ever so slightly as you talked “you’re not from around here are you?” she blurted “sorry, that’s completely irrelevant, i just noticed the accent”

you laughed, this wasn’t the first time someone was confused by the heaviness of your accent “it’s fine, i don’t mind. yea, no i’m from a small town in texas, i moved up here for college recently”

“oh really? that’s cool” she smiled, extending her hand to you “well, i’m caitlin by the way”

“i’m YN” you returned her handshake “ ‘s so nice to meet you, but i’m runnin’ late for class”

“wait” she stopped you before you ran past her “do you think i could grab your number, maybe i could take you out sometime?”

you were all smiles “i’d like that, i’d like that very much”

2. your first argument

you don’t even know how it started. all you knew is that some girl was getting flirty at the bar and, according to your girlfriend, you were letting her seduce you. this was obviously not true. you and caitlin hadn’t been dating that long, but it has going really well and she’s incredibly important to you. important enough that you wouldn’t just be flirting with other women at the bar.

nonetheless, you were being dragged out of the bar. caitlin was oozing jealousy as you headed back to your place for the night.

“she was all over you, YN” caitlin sneered, following you into your apartment and slamming the door.

“oh my god, she wasn’t!” you rolled your eyes “good lord, arguing with you ‘s like tryna piss up a god damn rope”

“what?”

“what do you mean what?” your accent was thick, rolling off your tongue.

“what the hell does ‘pissing up a rope’ mean?” she looked at you confused, dropping the girl from the bar entirely.

you looked at her equally confused “you don’t say that here?”

“uh no, i think that’s a you thing” she said “your texas slang is distracting me and it’s making it very hard to be mad at you right now”

you chuckled, kissing her cheek “ ‘s just my southern charm, baby”

3. when you sing in the car

caitlin hated country music for the most part. but when you came along, you made it your duty to get her to enjoy it at least a little bit. she had never been subjected to small farm country music and to you, that was a sin.

so you’d play it for her on occasion, if she let you. and surprisingly it was pretty often. she would never tell you, but she only put up with country music just to hear you sing it. she was completely mesmerized by the way your accent mixed with the tune of the songs.

one day you were in the car together, on the way home from a get together with friends. it was a warm summer evening, sun on the brink of setting causing the sky to glow shades of orange and pink. cait was driving, per usual, you being her honorary passenger princess. she rolled down all the windows for you (even the sunroof) just how you liked it. you loved feeling the hot summer breeze blow through your hair with the radio turned all the way up.

“you follow me, and lead me on..” you hummed lightly, ‘all your’n by tyler childers sounding through the car radio.

she snuck glances at you as she drove down the empty street, watching how you let your arms hang out with window and let the wind fan over your face.

“so ill love you till my lungs give out” you closed your eyes, lost in the moment “i ain’t lying’”

caitlin so desperately wanted to pull over and listen to you sing all night long. your voice was like a gift from the gods. the way your accent slurred with each word had her melting in the drivers seat.

“i’m all your’n” you looked over to caitlin, smiling “ ‘n you’re all mine”

she smiled back, reaching across the console and resting her hand on your thigh.

she let you play your music the rest of the way home, just wanting to listen to you sing for a little bit longer.

4. when you met her family

you had waited months to meet caitlin’s family. no really, families were your thing. growing up in texas, it was common to be in or surrounded by a big family. and you knew big families more than anyone else, having 9 siblings, you being the middle child. it was a setting you thrived it and you tended to get along with people pretty well.

caitlin was hesitant to introduce you, she was freshly out of the closet and had never brought a girl home before. but this thanksgiving, she thought it was the perfect time to introduce you.

“so, YN” caitlin’s mother asked from across the table. “i’m sure you’re not used to such a small family, caitlin told me you come from quite the family tree?”

caitlin’s hand found your knee under the table, squeezing it lightly for comfort.

“oh yea,” you chuckled “my mama had a whole litter with 9 ‘a us. it was always crazy around the house, with 5 brothers n 3 sisters. and my daddy wasn’t around to help out off’n, but that’s a whole ‘nutter can a worms”

the way her family reacted to your voice made caitlin laugh under her breath, watching how they slowly dissected your sentence trying to make out the words from beneath the accent. she thought it was cute, lucky to have such a unique and special girl.

even the way you interacted with her younger cousins had her fawning over you, you were just so sweet and gentle.

“hiya, sweetie” you smiled as caitlin’s baby cousin accidentally fell into you “took a bit of a spill there didn’t ‘cha?”

you were the perfect picture of a warm welcome, full of beauty and grace and kindness. caitlin knew, from this moment, you’d be in her life forever.

SPICE AHEAD

5. during sex

she’d be lying if she said that damned accent didn’t get her riled up. because truly, it had her wet the second you started talking.

when she would have you pressed up against the wall, one leg wrapped around her torso as she kissed down your collarbone and onto your cleavage. the way you would moan “oh darlin’” oh so sweetly in her ear had her going crazy.

the rare instances in which you would take the lead in bed, watching as you crawled atop of her, stripping her bare. how you would hook your fingers under her underwear, tugging them down her long and toned legs. she was already bucking her hips into nothing. then you’d fasten your arms under her thighs, pulling them apart to place delicate kisses along the insides of her legs.

you’d tease her a bit more before dropping your head low, hot breath fanning against her glistening cunt. she bit her lip, trying to suppress moans of pleasure, and you had hardly touched her yet. you took your time with her, tongue dragging deliciously against her, savoring the taste.

“well you’re just sweeter than cherry pie, aren’t ‘cha baby” you’d praise, having her arching under your touch. with that, she couldn’t hold her moans any longer, completely coming undone as you continued to treasure every inch of her body.

you were going to be the death of her. 

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A/N: alright guys i tried to make it a little spicier, so feedback is much appreciated cause i honestly feel like it sucked lol

[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

[hamsterbellbelle]

Hello🐹Now that is near the end of the year, it’s time for the personal top-5 list of my builds and CCs that I’m most proud of😤also a little bit of self-promotion…_(:з」∠)_  

I've said I'd build the Mass Effect Normandy and hopefully finished the sim-shape hologram but it didn't happen _(:з」∠)_ (a new idea came up with the hologram thingy I will have to test it out before making anything...) hopefully a more productive year in 2025 (´･ω･`)

Anyway…to the list! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

5. Underground City - Kabuki (No CC)🎦|| Just realized although I've made only a few builds this year I actually like all of them...I really really really want to build an underground city, and honestly I'm quite surprised with what I could do with no CCs xD I really need to build one with CCs ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

4. Post-Apocalyptic Bridge Town (No CC)🎦 || I don't usually build builds that doesn't match its surroundings, but I really love this bridge-town ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ My favorite part is the functional beach lounge in the concrete tunnel xD

3. The Columbarium🎦 || I play my sims in generations, so I've always wanted a nice cemetery for my save. And now my sims could finally have a place to visit their loved ones :)

2. Kowloon Tong Lau (No CC)🎦 || I love all the signs and neon lights I placed on the outside ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ I actually lived in a Tong Lau before with my grandmother. I miss her 🧡🐹

1. Shady Ripperdoc Center🎦 || I love the build, I love the CCs I made for this build. I am proud of myself for this build😤 xD

To the CC List! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

5. This is Still a Door || This may appears to be a simple door, but to me this is the toilet door in my grandparents house, and it means a lot to me (´･ω･`)🧡 xD It might be broken and it has stains, but it doesn't mean it isn't functional and dirty (well maybe a bit...) xD

4. It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas || This is actually kind of a last minute set, and I'm actually meaning to make a nicer digital wall fireplace thiny (^^)"

3. Simple Columbarium Niche || I thought making this would be easy, turns out no it wasn't ._. It originally had a function to store the urn, but when I finally tested it out on a community lot turns out storage is not possible...

2. Ripperdoc Set || I'm surprised at myself for actually making a set xD it was a lot of work but also a lot of fun, therefore it's worth it ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

1. Cyberpunk 2077 Sliding Doors and Frames || This has the best cover photo ever...look at all the colors!! (≧∇≦)ﾉ p.s. just to be clear if I ever label any sim-thing as "cyberpunk 2077" that means those objects/build designs are originally from the game Cyberpunk 2077. any other thing else are "inspired by" ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Summery of 2024:

I didn't make much builds and CCs this year since I got that 2-months only hiatus _(:з」∠)_ It was a hot season with my computer heating up due to JUST playing the Sims 4 only - which really frustrated me, along with the sudden increase of Sims 4 glitches and bugs😡 I remember browsing through the EA Sims 4 Bug Report Forum and seeing all those reports really made me felt disappointed in the game (I know I'm kinda in the creator network thingy but that does not mean I have to praise the game blindly...) but thankfully somehow the crashes stopped and the switching to DX11 seems to have solved a lot of lagging issues🤔

Oh and yea this year I got into the Sims 4 Creator Program (EA Creator Network) (≧∇≦)/ xD I actually applied for it a very long time ago when it was called something else...I applied it for Mass Effect xD then I think I saw someone talking about the program recently and I was like "hmm...I think I had submitted my name to a program like that..." but I never got a reply...so I renewed my application and added Sims 4 and Dragon Age to it...and then it happened ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ the thing I'm most happy about is my creator code is "hamster" xD just - 🐹🐹🐹 xD

anyway hoping for a better year for 2025. hope everyone stay safe, stay cozy, be happy :)

[amybloomz]

hii i also love michael x reader stuff lolz i get u

literally anything w a fem reader and michael pre-bite would be amazing 🤍🤍 i feel like pre-bite fics r so hard to find maybe im not looking hard enough lol

maybe reader is a babysitter for his siblings? or they’re in the same class at school, maybe they’re neighbours n it could be like a pining sort of thing… alternatively u could do one where mike and reader r best friends and they like each other but dont wanna ruin what they have?? spice it up and do all of those combined LOL lit anything im js throwing ideas out there

ik my rq is soo broad so im trying to narrow it down but really and truly anything would be lovely 🤍🤍🤍

tysm!!! and totally don’t feel pressured if u don’t want to take this, i get it dww 🫶

ᯓ★ doll heads and drunken thoughts

in which fem reader is babysitting the younger afton siblings to do mike a favour while he’s at a party..

WARNING !! underage drinking mentioned.

author’s note: omgomhomg ty for my first request!! i tried tying in most of what you said so i hope u enjoy anon!! also i completely agree with the pre bite stuff like.. im starved of content?? hello??

“CC ripped my dolly’s head off!!!”

“i didn’t mean to Lizzy-Beth i’m so sorry!!”

babysitting the afton children was nothing new. you had done it a thousand times before. the only difference is that michael was usually with you. the boy had been begging you to take care of the two chaos magnets while he went to his friend’s birthday party all week; of course you eventually gave in to his pleas.

although you and Michael were close friends, you were in completely different social circles. growing up neighbours meant you were inseparable — once you grew up and school came around and you both split off into your separate classes you made new friends. his friends were loud, obnoxious and borderline criminal with the tendency to steal and graffiti. on the other hand, your friends were the quiet art students who keep to themselves and their group, never really doing anything adventurous.

“patricia the dolly no longer has a head,” Elizabeth, a smaller girl with big, bright ginger hair speaks up in front of you, holding up her now headless doll. all of your previous thoughts drift away from you as you take in the pitiful scene. “oh dear, we could—“

the door opens, and a drunken Mike comes stumbling into the room. the teen props himself up on the side, ensuring he doesn’t fall.

“Lizzy what even is that?” Mike asks, his speech slightly slurred. his face displays a mix of horror and disgust at the headless doll — you try not to laugh.

“she was patricia until someone decided to pull her head off.” Elizabeth complains in a passive aggressive tone. Mike simply rolls his eyes before his attention lands on you.

“you stayed?” he asks, shock filling his voice. you pause in confusion for a moment. was he serious?

“well.. yes? of course i did, im babysitting Liz and CC remember?” you reply.

Elizabeth runs off to CC (presumably to shout at him about ‘killing’ patricia) and Mike simply stops and stares. and stares. and stares.

and then he speaks.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?”

“pardon?”

“you’re beautiful,”

Mike lets go of the side, approaching you. he cups your face in his scarred hands, gentle and warm. he studies the flush in your cheeks and the way your eyes widened, averting from his soft gaze. the smell of drink was faint but there, and you could still smell the familiar scent of his cologne.

“absolutely gorgeous. maybe if i tell you enough times, you’ll see yourself how i see you..” he trails off and you suck in a breath. how much did he have?

“Michael you’re dru—“ you begin but he cuts you off, shushing you.

“don’t start with all that ‘you’ll regret saying this in the morning’ nonsense. because i won’t. i mean every word. you’re such a good person, so kind and honest, and you have the kindest face to match it. people must look at you and think ‘wow, she must be the sweetest, prettiest girl in school’ because i know i do. i think it everyday, and i never told you because— because—“

he closes his piercing blue eyes and takes in a deep breath, trying to keep his drunken mind from going off the deep end.

you wait patiently for him, though you were secretly taken back by his confession. you naturally blamed it on the alcohol, but a loud, passionate part of you wished that it was real.

the subtle brushing of your hands during english where you’re sat next to each other. the hushed whispers of secrets kept close to your heart. him giving you his sweater when you were cold on your evening walks together. you listening to him rant about his family and comforting him when things were hard. all of these moments had to mean more, your heart couldn’t bare it if not.

“i never wanted to ruin our friendship, you’re just so perfect and i couldn’t lose that..”

his eyes open again and he’s staring at you.

“shit i’m sorry— i didn’t mean to make you cry,” you were crying? how did you not notice? he swipes his thumbs across your cheek to wipe away any tears. you reach up to cover his hands with your own and he pauses his movements.

“let’s get you to bed Mike, i think you need it. i’ll make you some toast and get you some water so you can sober up and tell me all about the party,”

[hobie-enthusiast]

I really love how you write!! I was wondering if you could so smth with hobie x autistic + sunshine!reader? I'm autistic, and i've constantly been belittled for it so it'd mean a lot to see my biggest cc with an autistic reader!! If you're worried about how to approach it maybe you could do smth like reader using noise canceling headphones? or like comforting when reader had an autistic meltdown?? Ofc these are just ideas, whatever you wna do!! Also don't fret if you don't want to do this request, just wanted to ask !!! ^w^

Oh and gender neutral with they/them pronouns please!! 🫶

- 🎀 anonymous

(Emoji signoffs are so cute!! hoping you don't mind me adding one !!!)

QUIET AND EASE !

— hobie brown x energetic!autistic!gn!reader

— fluff and comfort, autistic meltdown, noise canceling headphones, petnames (sweetheart, love), hobie’s worried and nervous, sensory overload, breakdowns due to loud noises, almost panic attacks

— time with your friends was always nice, but sometimes it got to be too much, and hobie is always there to help

— ill do u one better anon how about incorporating both 🫶 also ofc you can have an emoji! thank u for ur support!

— official disclaimer: the following fic and reader experience is based on my experience and also other aspects i have read up on. every autistic person is different, and they won’t all have this exact reaction when it comes to a meltdown. so pls keep that in mind when reading :) if anything seems wrong please feel free to tell me!

Everything was so so loud.

The two of you agreed two have friends over, a small hangout. It had been a while since everyone had hung out, so Hobie suggested hosting them. You agreed, wanting to see everyone again after a while.

You welcomed everyone excitedly, wanting to show off your place. “Hey guys! Come on in, let me give you a tour!”

You dragged them all around the apartment, pointing out various things that maybe they didn’t notice. Your favourites; some hanging pictures, pieces, and collectables.

The other owner of the place, Hobie, couldn’t help but smile a bit at your excited nature. That’s just how you were, naturally excited about your interests. He encouraged that, loving the way you seem to know so much about these types of things.

After a tour and explanations you so graciously provided, you ushered everyone to grab some dinner or snacks. You had some entertainment planned out, so you and Hobie let everyone decide what they wanted to do. It was a nice time, and you enjoyed your friend’s company.

But soon, they just got too rowdy for your liking. It was about a couple hours into get-together and Miles and Pavitr decided it would be a great idea to play some board and card games. Of course, the competitive nature led to some yelling between the teens.

You tapped out of the game a while ago, feeling an anxious nerve tapping at the back of your head. You hoped it was nothing. That you could continue enjoying your friend’s company.

Definitely not the case.

“Oh come on! I had it that round!” Miles groaned loudly, nudging Gwen. “I would have won!”

“But you didn’t! I remain the victor!” Pavitr declares loudly, collecting all the cards.

Hobie laughs lowly, finding amusement in the banter among the younger ones. It was nice hearing everyone just able to relax and not worry about their duties. Well, there was one person he hadn’t heard from in a minute.

The older turned to you, noticing the way you seemed to just be.. staring out. Your hands were messing with one another, and your leg was bouncing crazily. Your eyes were glassy, almost as if..

Oh. Oh no.

Subtly, Hobie scoots closer to you, minding himself to not touch you. “Doin’ okay, love?”

The words go into your head, you hear them. But it’s difficult to process. Were you okay? Was this okay? No, it wasn’t, but can you even say that? Should you tell him? Will you tell him? So many overwhelming questions.

“I-”

“Oh come on! You have to be cheating!”

A particularly loud yell from Miles causes you to flinch, head dropping to your knees. No, you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Tears sprang to your eyes quickly as your body rocks, hands harshly pushing against your ears.

This is when Hobie knew he had to spring into action. “Guys, c’mon, ‘s time t’ get goin’.”

Everyone looks up at Hobie, confused, with Gwen being first to speak up. “What? Hobie, we just got here?”

“‘m sorry, but you can come back ‘nother time. Please.” He requests, ushering everyone to stand up.

As Hobie tries to get everyone out and away, you’re off in your own world. Your head was spinning, all your sense coming at you at full force. Everything was crashing down on you, and you couldn’t stop it.

Once he managed to get everyone out, his feet were moving him to your shared room. He needed the essentials; your blanket, your headphones, and your phone. He’d get more once you asked, certainly. Rushing back to you, he kneels down, hands glued to his thighs.

“Hey swee’heart..” He says in a really quiet whisper, not wanting to upset you further. “‘m gonna put these on ya, okay? Jus’ real quick, then ‘m done.. I’ll be right over here for ya.”

He knew these types of things could be harmful, you told him that before. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt him. But letting you know what he’s doing helped a small part of your brain, one trying to gain regulation.

Carefully, Hobie moves to put your headphones on your head, the noise from the outside world coming to a halt. He moves back after, hands in your view as he backs up. That’s how he shows that he’s away, letting you have your space.

Next, he mimics your position, drawing his knees to his chest. Hobie’s nervous, he couldn’t deny, but all he could do was sit and wait. You needed your space, and he would be here to help you with the aftermath.

And then he just.. waits.

Once the sound is blocked out, that’s one less worry on your mind. You focus next on the tears streaming down your face. Everything felt sore, your mind was hurting. That made you want to cry.

You bit your lip as you shake your hands, trying to get some sort of stability. You focus on the movement of your hand, watching the rings Hobie let you steal jangle together. No doubt they make a nice sound, Hobie probably hears it.

Your brain waves start to slow down, you can tell. Without the overwhelming sense, you start to feel at ease. Some thoughts are able to run through.

‘Breathe. Think. Safe.’

You try your hardest to repeat these words in your head, continuously stimming as the tears finally stop. Without the horrible feeling of crying, it’s somewhat easier to understand what’s happening. The loud sounds were gone. You were okay.

By the time you managed to gain more of yourself, your head was hurting badly. Glancing up, you notice the way Hobie was looking at you. He had a worried expression. He didn’t wear it often, but he was now. He was nervous for you.

He gives a small wave, gaining a small laugh from you as you wave back. Then, he holds out his hand, giving you the option to take it. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you, he wants to help make you feel secure.

You cautiously take his hand, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. This instantly made you melt in his embrace. Exhaustion was catching up with you.

But things could be okay now. You were alone with Hobie, someone you trusted immensely.

Hobie was relieved when you allowed yourself to be embraced by him. He felt better knowing he could give you this sense of comfort. It was better than being able to do nothing.

Gently, he kisses your forehead when he feels your body slumping. “Mhm.. rest, swee’heart.. ‘m here..”

He knew his words were blocked by your headphones, but he still whispered them anyways. Almost like assuring himself. Everything was okay. You were okay.

Hobie decided that tonight was a good night for a sleep on the floor. He grabs your blanket, putting it over both of your bodies while lying back. He lets you adjust your body so you can sleep comfortably with the headphones on, which happens to be on his side with hands intertwined.

He was comfortable. You were comfortable. And he could easily fall asleep knowing that you would wake up and hopefully feel as good as you did earlier that day.

[gooperts-gunk]

everyone has their q!bbh death headcanons but i can't stop thinking about the one where he dies offscreen.

imagine cc!bbh first tricks us as to trick everyone else by not streaming one day and saying "something came up, no stream today!" on twitter and everyone's like omg? it's a miracle! meanwhile, no one sees dapper and pomme that day.

the next day? they log on, but bad doesn't. in fact, no one knows why he isn't live, he didn't tweet anything or change the stream title or anything. but ok, extended break, sure, he's getting well needed sleep im sure. maybe in passing it's mentioned by the creators like "where IS bad" but it doesn't go beyond that, and dapper and pomme don't want to talk about it. ok? weird.

okay now it's THREE DAYS no badboyhalo and now ALL the eggs are acting weird and some of them spill the beans that pomme and/or dapper told them that their tio bad is MISSING. that they haven't seen him anywhere and that he's been having REALLY BAD lapses in memory, so bbh probably wandered off and has no idea where he is, and nor do we. NOW people are getting worried and it's all clicking for us as viewers. but for them, they don't know whether or not he's alive or dead. and besides, there's no way bad could DIE, right?? yeah. no way.

but uh oh! four days no badboyhalo! wouldn't it be so crazy if dapper and pomme ran/warped to find the nearest adult separately and made them get as many people as possible together? because now there's red-ish blue-ish green-ish blood trails outside of bad's house. but surely he's alive, right? :) it's crusted over, he'd have been bleeding for a while, but that wouldn't mean anything, right? :) hey guys, what's this weird bunker in the ground, when did this get here? oh it's a security craft hatch to get in? we can't open that! oh looks like dapper can! and pomme. and richas. okay can you spam that button while we go down? cool! oh wow it's warm in here. is the only light in here the lava along the edges of the floor? why is the blood leading up to that huge nest thing on a platform? is that a chunk of diamond sticking out? is that badboyhalo lying dead in his sick while holding onto a diamond statue?

but that'd never happen, badboyhalo would never die, he's... y'know! y'knowww. :) he's himself. and he's always here. and i don't always see him but, he wasn't DYING or anything, right? :) he's looked like that for months, he wasn't DYING... yeah. right. :)

[qoldenskies]

Yello

I just found your fic series yesterday and I have been seriously enjoying it. I mean, not the psychological trauma part, but just how well written it is. I love how your mind works.

But no spoilers! I read Miner's eulogy, but I've only gotten to chapter 7 of Clipped Wings.

Anyway, I came here to say that since this is definitely before the movie and will definitely affect how the timeline of the show coincides with everything, I've come to see just how much of the movie actually does intertwine with the story, and how it affects how I view some of the scenes now.

Of course, I have no idea when he's gonna get better enough to where he's gonna be fighting alongside them on missions again. And the ark with Shredder and the Krang is definitely coming soon in the timeline of their lives right now. Buuuut, I do expect for us to maybe have some "just cause" because there is no way that they're gonna be leaving the lair anytime soon unless for just for getting stuff for Donnie. I mean, do we really think they're worried about the FOOT CLAN right now? We can act like all that is many months or many years from now because Donnie is definitely not gonna be okay by then.

So, anyway, whenever any of that ends up happening in this world, I like to think about the Krang bus and Technodrome scenes from the movie. In both instances, Donnie loses his battle shell. He protects Mikey with it and has to lose it to be able to control the ship with his bare back. Which, like, ow? Seeing the movie through the eyes of this story, there are definitely a lot of places that just would not exist because of the condition of Donnie. But god.

The extra worry that Mikey has about Donnie's shell? The protectiveness? The question of "are you sure?" before he takes it off?

The part where him and Mikey are trapped in the Turtle Tank? The utter terror on Donnie's face, in the fetal position, the fear of being crushed and suffocated, just like in the closet...

When Raph comes out of that cocoon swinging at Leo? The same way he did at Donnie? Donnie having to his big brother in that state again, with pure rage in his eyes? Rage at his family? Raph not being in control of himself? DOING EXACTLY WHAT HE DID TO DONNIE TO LEO???

MY GOD

There's probably many other parallels and little things that I haven't thought of yet, but that's what first comes to me. I don't know if you already realized the things and even wrote some things based off of the information we have from the movie. Anyway, I just wanted to vent that out. This au has me in a chokehold. Kudos ❤️

THE MOVIEEEEEE YEAHHHH there's been a bunch of talk about how the movie would go in CC since i have no plans to cover it, but hrhghhh i could really see some of those scenes recontextualized by what donnie goes through here. although personally i think raph being kraangified would hit him a lot harder than it would donnie, who wouldn't have the same kind of proximity to it. because raph has a lot of trauma from what he ended up doing to donnie, and doing it to ANOTHER one of his little brothers would SERIOUSLY mess him up. some people have asked if the choking in particular was an intentional parallel and my answer is actually nope, it was just an extension of the whole uhhh canary/breath metaphor, that and all the damage to his chest (even when raph let go he couldn't breathe!!!). but it would hit a lot harder with the movie's events in mind, its the second time raph would do that to one of his brothers!! oh my god he would be so fucking guilty!!!!!!! man...

someone hassss written their interpretation of a part of it, with the idea that donnie's the one to jump into the prison dimension because it works better than leo arc-wise >:3 (hi seasidefantasies im plugging your fic again. still insane about it) you dont have to be caught up to CW in order to read it, it doesnt contain any major spoilers!!! oooh you wanna read it so bad oooooh (hypnotizing you)

honestly since CW is planned to end on new years 2022 i kind of see everything in BN:NY and forward just being pushed back quite a while, not for any huge canon reasons it just makes more sense logically. since everything around the S2 finale/with the shredder just kinda HAPPENS to them, i could see BN:NY happening at pretty much any point they're all out of the lair together lmao, and once some stuff works out i dont think donnie will want to stay cooped up forever, he's gonna be kind of desperate to be "normal" for the sake of making his family feel better even to his own detriment i feel. i cant say anything too big about the changes because there's some stuff with ninpo that hasnt been revealed in the story, but ultimately i dont think it'd be all that different!! the destruction of the lair would be more cathartic than anything else at least lmao

[itsvenera]

hi hi! I was thinking if it would be okay if I asked for dynamic opinions on someone who is a well-known trickster with Sasuke (who absolutely hates liars)? Not romantic! I just want thoughts on the type of issues that would arise from them being forced to interact (and ofc Sasuke being unable to kill them) getting on Sasuke's nerves and watch him lose hairs is a hobby/j

For more info, think they're the naturally elusive but low attack power type since their forte lies in how well they can deceive to get what they need and then dip!

thank you V! I love your writing!

author's note: oh, I love this idea and it was actually so fun to brainstorm about it! Thank you so much for sending it <3

➦ Where did they meet?

Starting with the most important thing - how does Sasuke even get to interact with someone who is well-known for lying and tricking people? In my head, the possible scenarios are two:

They meet during their time with Orochimaru and this person eventually joins Team Taka; or

They are paired by Konoha who send the trickster to 'keep an eye' on Sasuke during his travels right after the war.

With the first one, while Sasuke would not be thrilled by the idea of having such a person in the team, he recognises their abilities and he is ready to put aside his own personal feelings in the name of locating Itachi.

If we go with the second option, it doesn't really matter what he says or do - the order comes directly from Kakashi, so in the end he reluctantly accepts it.

➦ Initial thoughts and feelings

If I had to describe it with two words: mutual dislike.

For Sasuke, the reasons are obvious - he hate liars and finds no honour in using deceit in order to win battles. He also does not respect the fact that they rely so much on using cheap tricks, rather getting their ass up and train/work hard in order to get better.

For the trickster, Sasuke is no different than many other ninjas out there - shallow, too consumed with the idea of battles and war and thinking he is better than everyone else. If they are paired together after the war, an additional black point in their eyes would be the fact Sasuke was literally a terrorist just a few years ago and they would not bother respect someone like that.

However, I think both would recognise each other's strengths and would, surprisingly for them, work pretty well in a team.

➦ Relationship Dynamics

Their relationship would definitely go through at least three different stages:

The first few months are going to be the hardest (at least for Sasuke). I think the trickster would push his boundaries ALL THE TIME and poke fun at his stoic/gloomy nature. They would do that to see how far they can go before the Uchiha snaps, and to be honest, it would be a while. I think Sasuke can be pretty patient when he wants to be and he knows that in a real battle, the other person would not stand a chance against him. But again, he understands that he needs their presence, so I don't think he will act too harshly.

The next few months and maybe up to a year/year and a half would be the bonding time and it would happen during battles. While Sasuke thrives off plans and strategies, I think the tricker's unpredictability may actually compliment his fighting style pretty well. Sure, heated arguments would ALWAYS follow battles like this, but with time each one would compromise their style a bit and their arguments would turn into snappy comments or eye rolls.

After this, I think they would probably reach the peak of their relationship. Would they remain friends? Probably not. But they would respect each other as ninjas and would continue to occasionally team up with each other. The trickster would learn a bit more about battle strategies and preparation from Sasuke, while he will learn the importance of being able to improvise and be spontaneous sometimes.

➦ Overall rating of such dynamic

4.5 - 5.0

cc artwork: Astero

[thewertsearch]

Yep. That's a 'fuck this shit' face if I ever saw one.

CC: T)(ere is not)(ing to worry about at all. GG: bluhhh what are you talking about…. GG: my head hurts GG: just stop it, stop trolling me GG: i hate you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Understandable. Jade's most recent memories are a garbled collection of monster nightmares, immediately preceded by her own death. She just woke up, but what she needs more than anything else is a break.

GG: my dream was horrible!!! GG: i dont know what that was, i have never dreamed anything like it CC: Yes, I imagine not! You )(ave spent your w)(ole life dreaming about prospit, no? GG: oh god…. GG: prospit :( GG: is it really gone? CC: Yes, Jade. It is time to face t)(e facts! CC: Our moons are gone too. If we wis)( to sleep now, our dreams must take place in t)(e bubbles glubbed by t)(e gods w)(o live in t)(e Furt)(est Ring.

This is the real perk to being a Derse Dreamer. Your affiliation with the Furthest Ring makes you well-equipped to navigate the shadowy, garbled world of the Horrorterrors - unlike your Prospitian siblings, who are too accustomed to Skaia's gentle light.

It makes a kind of sense, I think, that the darker Dreamers would only reveal their true potential in death. Their 'ghosts' can rendezvous outside the session, which could grant them all sorts of advantages.

CC: In fact, t)(ey are quite )(elpful if you know )(ow to talk to t)(em! CC: Don't you remember our dream? I was trying to s)(ow you t)(at t)(ere is not)(ing to fear.

Feferi, in particular, has an eldritch affinity which is completely off the charts. The Horrorterrors are effectively her family, and with her serving as a guide, the Furthest Ring is a little bit safer for everyone else.

Perhaps, with Feferi's help, it could be safe enough to serve as a hideout. Both sessions seem to be living on borrowed time, so establishing a 'safe house' external to any Incipisphere seems like an excellent idea. The Horrorterrors claim to be here to help, so maybe it's time for them to prove it.

...wow. I never expected Feferi to be a potential lynchpin of the Grand Intersession Plan, but here we are.

GG: sorry but GG: could you please GG: not use all those stupid parentheses?????? [...] CC: GLUUUUB oh fine. CC: I will suspend my neato quirk just for you. [...] GG: what about the -E thing, can you stop that too? it is also annoying and stupid [...] CC: Okay, you win. I have officially humbled myself before you. Entirely glubbing peasant-IFICATED for your pleasure.

If only Gamzee would do the same...

GG: ohhhhhhh!!!!! GG: i do remember you! GG: i remember you were talking to me about my lusus, and i had no idea what you were talking about GG: also it was shortly before your friend sent me a weird message GG: about how my robot was going to explode, and i should talk to him when it happens

At first, I thought we'd missed a conversation in the hell-bubble - but no, this unseen conversation happened immediately before she talked to Future Karkat.

This does appear to be the timeframe that he needs to talk to her in - but I don't see what this Jade could do to help him. As she so aptly put it, she currently understands jack shit.

Perhaps there's something she needs to do immediately before Entering. Does Karkat have an idea for what she should prototype?

CC: Oh? Who was that? GG: it was the most awful and angry one GG: i am so sick of him, i really dont want to talk to that pathetic jerk ever CC: Ah, Karkat. Of course.

lmao

[darkrpfinders]

Hello! 19yr old transman looking for anyone from 18 to 25 (can go higher if i like your vibe) to roleplay with! Long or short term, I tend to roughly average 600 words give or take a few hundred (usually give, but i won’t say i don’t ever write less). I’m interested in doing multiple different things (involving some flavor of dead dove, taboo kinks/pairings) but some of my biggest brainworms are:

- A horror and dark/romance type roleplay with some sort of Monster or something else romancing my fat, southern trans man. Any gender is fine, but I tend to have a preference for men, but you can definitely pitch anything!! His story deals with a possibly haunted (or something else, I’ll specialize the lore with you!) highschool, the one he had went to before he moved up north. Hispanic American stoner who is mistreated at his dream job, depressive but tends to act more confident and optimistic than he really feels. Poor spending habits, people pleasing, hasn’t gone under any surgeries but is on testosterone, he’s a hoarder who’s into point and click horror games and true crime.

- A dragon age the veilguard (or really, any other game in the franchise) roleplay that has my character (I have a large variety, mostly men or trans men but I do have a few fem characters!) that deals with power imbalances and the hero possibly going evil/being corrupted, or just overall staying good but making dubious decisions. A rook with Elgarn’nan or Ghilain’nan, A Hawke or HoF with some sort of darkspawn, an Inquisitor with Corypheus.. or like more minor bad decision characters, too. Also down for OCxOC! Oh, also- Rook/Solas, (or maybe a past inquisitor..) but also.. maybe some play with the dreadknot. Solas is too damn fine in that form and the fade is too damn “rule of cool” to ignore

- Dragon age Inquisition but specifically Ironbull and my Cadash! Nothing like massive amounts of size difference, but also, it would be dealing with a lot of serious things like terminal illness and like past families and shit.. wouldn’t be too dark or anything, though i do imagine their sex life would be.. interesting haha

- Also down to mess with some witcher stuff! Games or Show, and I do have a slight fixation on like.. the mirror man and like, Regis. Down to do CC/CC, OC/CC, or like, whatever :00 maybe even OCxOC

- Could also just start from the ground up! Make new OCs for each other and their own world, their own dynamics. I do have a preference for fantasy but we could try to do something more modern :3 I’m also interested in trying to do Furry/Human(oid) as well and how that’d go :3!!

I definitely want there to be some smut, maybe not the focus (I wouldn’t mind it being the focus either) no matter what idea. Darker themes and stuff, as for some more of my taboo kinks I’d definitely like to mess with very rough things, minor to major injuries (as minor as cuts and like tearing to like.. burns. maybe even stabs. some variations of woundfucking etc etc), piss, sounding, force (or consensual) fem, maybe dubious consent, aphrodisiacs/mindbreak, musk, etc etc. Honestly if there’s anything you specifically are into that no one else has heard you out on, 100% ask me and I’ll probably be chill with it :3 I do prefer to have the more submissive/receiving role but I do not mind power struggles, switching, or if the idea is good enough (or we wanna do multiple sort of shorter roleplays) also dom/give :D!! Like this or comment or smthn and I’ll try and shoot you a message and give you my discord and stuff!

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[ophernelia]

There’s so many people that follow me and have no idea what I do lmao. Not to mention it’s a lot of new people here too, so lemme do an updated introduction!

Helloooooo, I’m Brooklyn! I’m director and artist. I do both traditional art and 3D art. Recently I’ve started making poorly made free cc for TS4 that you can find over on @kiricheu. I post updates on stuff I’m working on here sometimes, but most stuff you’ll see on this blog is for my machinima series, Lykaia. Every single character you see on my page (that I’ve made ofc) is from said series. Most cc I post on Kiricheu is stuff I’ve just made for the series also. I’ve played TS4 for years (since it came out actually. and the sims in general too. My first game was TS2) but since I’ve started my series creating it is the only way I play really. Everything we do over here we do for Lykaia, girl. Go watch it.

Content stuff done, now onto personal stuff! I’m an Afro-Latina who can’t speak Spanish well. (Yes. I am a disappointment lmfao) I’m from Chicago. (Southside baby <3) I’m a research psychologist. I love my job. Proud member of the APA. I’ve lived a thousand different lives already so sometimes I’ll talk about old stuff I used to do. Like modeling, fashion stuff. (I was deep in the industry for a while until I left after getting tired of creeps.) Ummm I’m bi, but I currently have a boyfriend. I talk about him sometimes. If you ever see me say “my son” I mean my dog. Don’t want kids ever. Idk what else to put lol. I like to curse. Like a lot. Idk I’m pretty vulgar, but I try to keep it tame on here somewhat. I don’t consider myself a content creator like that. Just a girl sharing the shit she does, so I do talk my fair share of shit if something bothers me. I’m nice generally though. Unless you say something stupid, racist, sexist, etc. Don’t like racists, don’t like bigots, don’t like copycats. It’s tacky behavior and I will check you, with love tho. Sometimes lol. Idk I don’t bite. Unless you want me to. Don’t tell my man I said that either. Oh! I’m also autistic so that’s that lol. Also incredibly awkward. I also like talking about pop culture stuff too sometimes. So you might see a little of that here and there. I am also very vocal about Palestine and the plight of marginalized groups, so you’ll see a lot of that too. Lots of stuff about the black experience and black activism too because offline I’m an activist. I do a lot of community outreach with a few different orgs! (Proud member of the association of black psychologists. <333 Shout out to them specifically.)

And I think that’s it. Maybe idk. Anything else you wanna know then just ask!

[misc-obeyme]

Late night early morning fic idea: It's probably been written already because I remember reading something similar, but! I have 0 recollection of the owner of the fic, if it's you CC I am sorry, binging on om fic... Anyway, AU mc who when going back to the human world in season 1, believes it was all a very strange dream. Misses the brothers, yet 'they're a figment of my imagination so wth'. But the brothers remember, remember well. Mc keeps using her DDD as a game, or lost it during the coming back to the human world part. Gifts keep finding mc. Very, very expensive gifts that is exactly their taste. Their physical appearance almost radiant. Birds leaving gifts on the windowsill, and money keeps flowing into mc life from everywhere. Every brother send their own regards in their own way.

-🐆

Oh well it wasn't my fic, as I haven't written anything like that!

I like it, though! I think a lot about what it might be like for MC upon returning to the human world and how the brothers would cope with it. But having MC believing it was all a dream adds a whole new level to it!

I really like to think that the characters sort of watch over MC while MC is in the human world. Just because they have magic, so why wouldn't they, right?

Now I'm just imagining MC seeing a murder of crows all the time - and like they can tell that the crows are following & watching them, but they think it's just coincidence. But because they still remember their "dream," they can't help but be reminded of Mammon every time they see them.

One day they see a stray cat carrying a book in its mouth just to leave it by MC's front door.

Maybe MC slowly starts to figure it out. They see all these little signs, find all these gifts, and it's too obvious for them to fully ignore it or to continue writing it off as a coincidence.

Maybe they start trying to find their way back because they do miss the demons and if they're actually real, maybe there's a chance...?

Just imagine what that reunion would be like.

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 12

"Come on, you're gorgeous." "I got puke on your shirt." "Nobody's perfect."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

TW: Making out, grinding, mutual orgasms

SUNDAY, 2:00AM

Clyde didn't know how long Snow spent in the bathroom with Y/n but at one point he could hear her sobbing. He felt fucking awful. This is not how he had planned for this to go. He paced around the apartment bringing whatever Snow had asked him for through the crack of the door. Eventually he changed himself and let the others know not to stop by for the rest of the night as Y/n had Exorcist vomited all over his apartment. She hadn't but if there was one thing he knew would keep them away, it was vomit.

Eventually when Snow emerged from the bathroom she had Clyde help her get Y/n into his bed and covered up. Snow noticed the waste bin sitting on one side of the bed with a trash bag in it, a clean towel rested on the nightstand. Clyde had already set himself up on the couch so she could have her space. He didn't want to upset her more than she already was.

"Just make sure she stays on her side. I can't imagine she's got anything left to puke but just in case maybe you should stay close by." Snow gestured to the spot next to her on the bed.

"I don't know that that's a good idea right now. She was really upset. I don't want to make it worse." Clyde rubbed the back of his neck while Y/n buried her face in the pillows.

"Clyde, she's embarrassed. She really likes you and for some reason she thinks you find her repulsive. I don't know if that's the alcohol talking or if she's got some insecurities but please talk to her. If you really like her as much as I can tell you do, don't let her sink into this negativity." Snow pulled Clyde aside, making sure to keep her voice low so y/n wouldn't be disturbed. Snow finally left them alone and Clyde made sure to lock the door and keep the lights low in case the brightness bothered Y/n.

"I'll...I'll be over here if you need anything okay? Right over here." Clyde kept his tone a little above a whisper before sitting on the couch. She didn't budge. He almost worried she wasn't breathing but watched her so carefully that he finally caught a steady rhythm of her back rising and falling. He kept his eyes on her for a majority of the night but didn't realize she was shaking until almost 2 AM. He took the flashlight over towards the bed and put his hand gently on her blanket covered ankle.

"Hey...are you okay? Are you cold?" Clyde heard her sniffle and knew she was crying.

"Oh no, please don't cry Y/n. Please. I'm so sorry I upset you." Clyde slid to the floor next to the bed, back resting against the nightstand. He rubbed her back trying to comfort her but eventually she flipped over to look at him.

"I feel so stupid for even crying." Y/n confessed.

"Don't. I realize now that if I was in your position I would have been super confused and frustrated too. I'm sorry for making you feel stupid." Clyde rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand as it clutched the pillow.

"I just thought since you didn't put any moves on me the other night and still nothing after the shower, maybe you were repulsed by me or-" Clyde clicked his tongue to his teeth.

"Are you kidding? No way." Clyde stopped that train of thought instantly.

"Come on, you're gorgeous." He leaned forward with a whisper and she gave a weak smile.

"I got puke on your shirt." Y/n pulled at the front of the oversized shirt Snow had stolen from Clyde so she would be comfortable.

"Nobody's perfect." Clyde teased with a smirk.

"I'm sorry I've been pressuring you to make a move." Y/n apologized and Clyde shook his head.

"I'm sorry I made you feel like your advances were unwelcome."

"The truth is I'm not really well versed in public displays of affection and expressing my feelings physically." Clyde explained as Y/n took his hand into hers to rest her chin on their laced fingers.

"So you do want to kiss me.." Y/n smiled making Clyde laugh.

"Of course I want to kiss you. I'm not blind. Anyone who says otherwise clearly has horrible taste in women." Clyde was absolutely attracted to Y/n. He was worried that the others would try and steal her attention away from him and forgot that he actually has to follow through on his own attraction in the process.

"That's good to hear because I really want you to kiss me too." Y/n's smile made Clyde's insides catch fire. He wanted to kiss her. Hell he wanted to do much more than kiss her. He just had a rule that he didn't like breaking.

"So...I have this rule...I don't like to kiss people who are drunk especially if I'm trying to keep them around for longer than a one night stand, which I am if you hadn't picked up on that." Clyde's explanation made a lot of sense. She liked that he wasn't one of those creeps that took advantage of drunk girls just to get his rocks off.

"Well I wouldn't say I'm drunk at this point. Exhausted from puking my body weight but I suppose I can wait another day." Y/n let out a heavy sigh making Clyde roll his eyes.

"I'm willing to break my rule but you have to make me a promise." Y/n's eyebrows went up.

"You have to promise that you won't forget about it in the morning." Clyde took his hand back from Y/n and held his pinky up to her. She wrapped her pinky around his and smiled.

"I promise." She pulled their locked pinky's towards her chest and Clyde leaned in to kiss her, stopping short.

"Wait you brushed your teeth right?" Clyde checked earning an eye roll.

"Oh my god yes! Kiss me already." Clyde let her pull him towards her, kissing her for the second time. Her moving her lips against his made this a much better kiss than before she threw up. Clyde was at an awkward position and tried to move to sit on the bed next to her but she pulled on the front of his shirt instead. Clyde climbed on top of Y/n, letting his arms hold him up above her while she gripped the hair at the base of his skull. Clyde ran his tongue against hers, tasting the toothpaste and flat soda he had given Snow for her to settle her stomach.

"You're a really good kisser." Y/n pulled away from his lips, breathless and still keeping her hand tangled into his hair.

"You aren't so bad yourself." Clyde tried to shake his hair out of his face but she chuckled, helping him by tucking it behind his ears.

"Do you have any idea how pretty you are?" Y/n ran her thumb across Clyde's cheeks as they grew warm.

"I don't know that anyone has called me pretty before." Clyde laughed shifting to the side of Y/n so he could lay next to her. He rested his now free hand on her bare thigh.

"You have pretty blue eyes and a sweet smile." Y/n leaned towards him to peck his lips once again.

"Thanks, I'm not sure what to say. I don't get compliments often." Clyde wasn't a very bashful guy but he also didn't have anyone look at him the way Y/n did.

"You should. You should absolute get more compliments." Y/n shifted her body, throwing her leg over Clyde's hips and planting herself in his lap.

"Whoa! Okay so you're definitely feeling better." Clyde put his hand on her hips and she laughed.

"Is this okay? I'm not trying to make you uncomf-" Clyde cut her off by sitting up and grabbing her neck, pulling her lips back to his own. He wasn't uncomfortable. He was incredibly turned on and didn't want his hesitation to keep getting in the way of how he felt about her.

They continued to make out, her hands getting stuck in Clyde's hair, Clyde's hands falling from her hips to palm her ass. The more she rocked against him, the harder he became. He knew she felt it. The first moan she pulled from him made her pause and pull her lips from his.

"Are you okay?" She whispered to look at his face again. He nodded his head trying to keep his cool.

"Y-yeah I'm just..." Y/n swiveled her hips a little harder than before and Clyde's eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck..." He wished he had left his jeans on. All she had on was underwear and was grinding down on his sensitive cock which was covered by a thin layer of pajama pants. Clyde couldn't help but thrust upward trying to get as much friction as he possibly could. Y/n moaned into his neck, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"Y/n...this...this is going to end...pretty abruptly if you...don't stop." Clyde panted.

"Do you want me to stop?" Y/n asked pulling back to look at him.

"Fuck no! Please don't stop." Clyde chuckled trying not to bruise Y/n's hips with his grip. Y/n reached down and grabbed both of Clyde's hands to pull them to her chest. Clyde opened his eyes to look at her and she bit her lip, making sure to hold his eye contact as she slid his hands under the baggy shirt, silently giving him permission to grab her breasts. He complied squeezing them and running her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh fuck, Clyde." Y/n threw her head back and Clyde could feel dampness. He thought it might have been precum but the moment he realized how wet Y/n was, he couldn't hold on anymore.

He groaned loudly, squeezing her tits so hard, Y/n moaned. Clyde pistoned his hips upwards rapidly, groaning loudly and trying not to hurt Y/n with his grip. He had painted the inside of his pajama pants with thick cum, soaking through the material and creating a huge wet spot underneath where Y/n sat. She slowed her hips and Clyde loosened his grip slowly, resting his head against her chest. Y/n put her hands on either side of his face, lifting his face to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip blood red from him biting it and drool on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over as he tried to catch his breath. Y/n pushed some of his sweaty hair off his forehead until he let out a chuckle.

"Does this count as makeup sex?" Clyde joked making Y/n return his laughter. Y/n kissed his forehead and hugged Clyde to her chest.

"I think we can chalk it up to a mutual forgiveness orgasms." Y/n said making Clyde pull away.

"Wait...did you...?" Clyde felt the front the front of Y/n's panties and she jumped.

"Hey! Relax with the poking. I'm still sensitive." Y/n had cum just from grinding on top of Clyde and he had never been more surprised.

"Holy shit. I didn't think that was even possible. I was fully prepared to eat you out for making me blow my load in these pants." Clyde teased.

"Don't laugh but it's been a while since I've really gotten off with anyone else. I think I just got too excited and got lost in you." Y/n tucked his hair behind his ear again making him smile proudly.

"Yeah I don't think I'm ever going to let you leave now." Clyde wrapped his arms around Y/n and pulled her back onto his chest. She laughed as he bear hugged her.

"At least go change your pants." Y/n teased making him roll out of bed with a heavy sigh to run into the bathroom. He emerged not even two minutes later with only boxers on, jumping back into the bed and spooning up behind Y/n.

Y/n relaxed into Clyde's chest, bringing his arms up to wrap around her tightly as their legs intertwined with one another. Clyde didn't think this was how his night was going to end but he had zero regrets.

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oh boy, listen, the qsmp election should just be renamed the broken telephone event bc there's no way people are misrepresenting everyone's platform and to be fair character (and, a note, literally all of this is also about characters AT NO POINT DO I MEAN CCS i just get lazy typing the q! tbh) so much. maybe it's a language barrier thing, maybe it's difficulty in being the devil's advocate but it's wild to see in real time.

i watch bad religiously, try to watch as much of forever's pov i can live and what i can't i watch in vods, cellbit i catch when i can, baghera i do my best but french and me don't mix well in my head. this is coming from someone who is a native portuguese speaker and perfectly bilingual when it comes to english. i say this to illustrate that especially between the english and portuguese speakers, i'm not getting lost in buggy translations or difficulty undestanding.

do i disagree with insaneduo? yep, but that's a personal opinion. i also entirely understand not only their stance during the debates (do i enjoy it? not really, the tone — which is not aggressive, it's assertive — is anxiety inducing TO ME PERSONALLY and so i struggle) but also their platform. they're doing the best with what they've been given, and keeping your enemies close is the only thing in their opinion has truly shown any sort of result. using the federation's resources is an opportunity they can't pass up! they have great ideas, good implementation plans, and cellbit isn't even running so really, forever is doing the most as he should. i understand why he doesn't understand the anarchy route in this situation. yes, their platform has been misrepresented, but that's because ultimately what they showcase in public forums aka debates for all to see does come across as very assertive (which is what debates are for, asserting your stance) and at times a bit tunnel vision imo. listening to them properly out of the debates would do a lot to stop whatever circus has been going on.

now, i have seen an insane amount of people almost mischaracterising bad and baghera as a response to the misinterpretation of insaneduo, and that's not fair either. bad and baghera have spoken at length about their issues with presidency, how they don't want to centralise power, how they don't trust the federation and they definitely don't trust anyone who will be actively pulled around by them. are they all puppets? yes, but do you want to give power to someone who willingly or not is giving up their own strings? it's normal that they're reluctant or just blatantly refusing of that idea. they don't think insaneduo are power hungry dictators, they've in fact spoken multiple times talking about how they think BOTH cellbit and forever would be good presidents (bad specifically mentioned it even last night) but that the concern isn't them, it's the federation.

bad making a joke about helping foolish assassinate anyone other than baghera and gegg is… a joke. it's literally a silly goofy joke based on "my coalition vs everyone else" and the idea of political assassination. there's quite literally no need, and frankly imo a disservice to the relationship that bad and forever have to mischaracterise that. if i remember correctly, wasn't forever the one talking about how they should be killing each other bc it'd be fun? i might be wrong there, but i vividly remember that.

my point being, this election is ultimately an exercise in futility bc they're all fucked regardless, this isn't "giving someone power" it's the federation sticking a pacifier in their mouth for soothing and telling them they'll sleep better. it'll end terribly either way, and no character is safe. it's a ridiculous plotline but a wildly interesting one, BECAUSE it's doomed to fail and yet everyone's doing the song and dance.

enjoy the content. laugh. analyse the character dynamics, motivations and plans. don't go out of your way to mischaracterise and demonise any character bc that not only goes against everything the qsmp stands for, but it also sucks the fun out of it for you and everyone else. no one is after anyone, no one is isolating anyone to be mean to them, these people are friends playing characters who are friends. have fun! my god!