#Hey anon

[pirateprincessjess]

Fuck you and your “girlfriend.” Neither of you can experience trans misogyny because you aren’t normal transwoman. Stop being so weird with your fucking puppy pronouns. You are the reason my mom hates me, and people like her hate all of us.

Woah.

There is a lot going on here, but I can’t get past the bit about how you think your mom hates you because I’m a puppygirl.

[magpod-confessions]

i genuinely despise jonelias.

i WISH i could word this nicer but i can't hold it in anymore and i have no idea why it's so popular. it's just so WRONG. if they were together it would be so horrible and toxic and NOT in the fun billford way.

i love both of the characters but omfg why is it the 3rd most popular tma ship on ao3

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[shikisai-san]

One day, Essek learns how to make cheesecake, and it blows his fucking mind.

Blows in his face more like :p

I can't imagine Essek "I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth" Thelyss having ever learned to cook in his life. It goes terribly the first time he tries

[typemoonconfessions]

[the-sleepydragon]

(Teleports asha and Olivia to the corpse to comfort Mackenzie)

[Unfortunately, you have done nothing but traumatize them as well, since now they have to see their brother's mangled corpse before they can even get the chance to comfort Mackenzie.]

[They, too, are also in shock like their sister.]

[jamonartzzz]

Hello, I'm Anon from the kiss request, it can be any language you want to write and express….

Anon asked: Can I ask for a Yandere wally with a reader who is trapped in his world in his human form, maybe the reader is confused and asks and asks wally for help to get back to his world or adapt... Now a little cuteness maybe the reader she was distracted and didn't notice Wally's presence so she fell on top of him and accidentally kissed him (sorry cliché romance scene, maybe this is wally's first kiss on the mouth?)

English is not my first language, however, I hope you like it. Sincerely yours, Jamón.

Languages: English and Spanish.

It all started when you decided to go to that puppet website. Honestly, you found the characters and their story endearing. You also noticed Wally, the only conscious being. Honestly, you didn't see him as a threat. After all, you were stronger than him, weren't you?

You could say, in a way, Wally got your attention. You didn't let your guard down to his constant gaze, though. Another strange thing that was happening to you, is that you were getting calls from a stranger. Who you couldn't hear very well. But you dismissed any intrusive thoughts at the thought of someone capable of playing a prank on you.

You don't know how and why it happened, but your body ended up inside a cliff. You remember seeing darkness. A sea of danger surrounded you as you realized you were in a place totally different from your world. With much pain, you stood up giving a solemn look around you; the sky was so blue that it hurt your eyes, the colors of nature were almost artificial and everything seemed absurdly happy in this place of fallacy.

You don't know how much time passed, but you were walking in this forest. Dodging leafy trees and wondering if life was playing a trick on you. You thought it was a dream and nothing more. However, the pain in your legs were too latent to conclude that this is an ephemeral dream.

You don't know how much time passed, but you were walking in this forest. Dodging leafy trees and wondering if life was playing a trick on you. You thought it was a dream and nothing more. However, the pain in your legs were too latent to conclude that this is an ephemeral dream. You ended up finding a small town. A neighborhood very striking and familiar to you. In your survival instinct, you look for someone to help you. And to your dismay as a surprise, the inhabitants are the characters you saw on the website.

"Neighbor? Are you who I think you are...?"

You turn around when you hear a strangely familiar voice. Your eyes were stunned at what they saw: it was Wally, in all his majesty. He had that goofy grin and wide eyes from the shockingly unconventional encounter. Yet, from his tone, you could tell he was happy.

"Finally... After so long, I waited for your coming. I was tired of not seeing or hearing from you over that fuzzy phone, Ha, Ha, Ha."

The memories hit you like ice water. Calls? And the constant feeling that you were being watched?

All this time... Was he the forerunner? When you came to this accelerated conclusion, Wally only got closer to you. His happy gaze and graceful movements were a sight to behold. On the other hand, from your perspective, he was someone you couldn't completely trust because of everything you saw on the website.

That day was just the beginning of your new life. And as a human, it was very difficult to get used to it, because you had a planned life in your world. The hardest part here was how peaceful everything was. And to top it all off, Wally was the one who proposed (dragged, actually) you to stay in his house. Since you were already 'friends' and having someone 'as amazing as you' would be fabulous (those were his words; you wondered how he could consider you his friend so soon).

Your odyssey began there. To begin with, you asked and asked ad nauseam how to get home (you had goals and you're still young!) And what did Wally do? He would only give short answers (according to you, it didn't help at all), or just stand silently, looking at you with his restless black eyes. As if he was looking at the nakedness of your soul.

You felt fed up. No one would give you answers. And Wally would barely let you chat with the neighbors, if you were lucky, you could talk to Barnabay or Julie. The rest of them, you couldn't see, because according to Wally 'you weren't ready to meet them yet'.

Days, weeks, months went by.... And your hopes of returning home diminished. Your relationship with Wally improved. Even if at times, there were tense moments about knowing the truth of this world, about his basement or him in general.... You can still say you get along well with him. It wasn't easy.

Basically, you let your guard down a little at a time. And you found Wally interesting when he was attentive and certainly kind. Be nice to him and he will be too. Although he's always 'nice'...

To your surprise, they slowly became friends, officially.

Occasionally, you teased him about his strange way of eating with his eyes. You were even softer around him (which generated a slight blush on his cheeks, with that goofy grin of his and his widened eyes). Maybe you didn't realize.... But Wally was more protective of you. His charm often blinded you (he gets what he wants, always).

Speaking of another aspect, you know that Wally was always kind and said 'I love you very much' without any problem.... As time went on, you felt his 'I love yous' and other tokens of affection (like offering his arm for you to put your arm around his, like a gentleman) starting to have intensity.

That intensity that developed inside Wally became something more. The charismatic painter everyone knew became more possessive and susceptible for your attention. You only thought it was because both you and he were aware of the truth of this world. Maybe he just wanted to protect you?

On an ordinary day, you were inside his house, just like every damn day. You were looking for some book to read, you were so distracted that you didn't notice Wally's presence behind you, approaching.

When you turn around, your foot gets stuck on the protruding wooden floor. The book falls noisily to the floor... What about you? Well, you fell on Wally, the poor well-dressed man. He managed to get his hands on your hips to support you, but it didn't help much because you still fell to the floor, together. Wally swore he felt a softness on his lips. Something so gentle and soft on top of his lips. His pupils only grew larger all at once as he realized the situation: your lips were joined with his. They were like two jigsaw puzzles joined tightly together.

They could both feel their hearts beating like in a marathon. Slowly, you stood up with a blush on your cheeks. Wally, meanwhile, was still on the floor, with some strands of his hair were disheveled from falling to the ground. He was still processing the event. In fact, his cheeks were still red and his eyes were dilated.

"Please excuse me! It was an accident..."

You hurriedly tried to apologize. As you gave Wally a hand to stand up. Clearly you were both still thinking how good the joining of your lips felt.

Wally finally regained his composure. His smile deepened, his eyelids relaxed giving a bold look. His cheeks were still red when he stood up and stared at you, with a strange dark love in his eyes (despite having angel vibes).

"It's okay, dear, no problem..."

Did he just use a flirtatious tone? It was hard to tell, Wally always gave silly smiles, but this smile was a different tone.

"Are you... sure?"

You asked, still shaken by the event. You could still feel the touch of his lips on yours.

Wally only widened his smile when he heard your voice.

"No problem, dear friend, it will be something between you and me after all..."

You were sure he meant something else in that sentence... You just felt overwhelmed (in a good way) by the look of adoration he was giving you.

You just smiled, knowing that Wally loved it when you smiled.

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(Thank you very much for reading the English version! This scenario is slightly inspired by my fanfic [Human Reader, self aware], btw. If you have English corrections to make to me, feel free to do so in the comments).

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En Español.

Todo empezó cuando decidiste entrar a esa página web de marionetas. Honestamente, encontraste entrañable los personajes y su historia. También notaste a Wally, el único ser consciente. Sinceramente, no lo viste como una amenaza. Después de todo, eras más fuerte que él, ¿no?

Se podría decir, que de cierta forma, Wally llamó tu atención. Aunque no bajaste la guardia a su mirada constante. Otra cosa extraña que te pasaba, es que obtenías llamadas de un desconocido. Al cual no podías oírlo bien. Pero descartaste cualquier pensamiento intrusivo ante la idea de que alguien capaz te hacía una broma.

No sabes cómo y por qué pasó, pero tu cuerpo terminó dentro de un precipicio. Recuerdas haber visto oscuridad. Un mar de peligrosidad te rodeó al darte cuenta que estabas en un lugar totalmente distinto a tu mundo. Con mucho dolor, te levantaste dando una mirada solemne a tu alrededor; el cielo era tan azul que dolía a los ojos, los colores de la naturaleza eran casi artificiales y todo parecía absurdamente feliz en este lugar de falacia.

No sabes cuánto tiempo pasó, pero estuviste caminando en este bosque. Esquivando árboles frondosos y preguntándote si la vida te estaba jugando una mala pasada. Pensaste que era un sueño y nada más. No obstante, el dolor en tus piernas eran muy latentes como para concluir que esto es un efímero sueño. Terminaste encontrando un pequeño pueblo. Un vecindario muy llamativo y familiar para ti. En tu instinto de supervivencia, buscas a alguien que te ayude. Y para tu consternación como sorpresa, los habitantes son los personajes que viste en la página web.

"¿Vecino/Vecina? ¿Eres quién creo que eres...?"

Te volteas al oír una voz extrañamente familiar. Tus ojos quedaron atónitos a lo que veían: era Wally, en toda su majestuosidad. Tenía aquella sonrisa tonta y los ojos bien abiertos por el impactante encuentro poco convencional. Aún así, por su tono, se podía deducir que estaba feliz.

"Finalmente... Después de tanto tiempo, esperé por tu venida. Estaba cansado de no verte ni escucharte por ese teléfono difuso, Ja, Ja, Ja"

Los recuerdos te cayeron como agua helada. ¿Llamadas? ¿Y la sensación constante de que estabas siendo vigilado/vigilada?

Todo este tiempo... ¿Fue él el precursor? Cuando llegaste a esta conclusión acelerada, Wally sólo se acercó más a ti. Su mirada feliz y sus movimientos llenos de gracia eran un espectáculo. Por el otro lado, desde tu perspectiva, era alguien al cual no puedes confiar completamente por todo lo que viste en la página web.

Aquel día solo fue el comienzo de tu nueva vida. Y como humana/humano, fue muy difícil acostumbrarte, pues tú tenías una vida planeada en tu mundo. La parte más difícil aquí era cuán pacífico era todo. Y para colmo de males, Wally fue el que te propuso (arrastró, en realidad) a que te quedes en su casa. Ya que eran 'amigos' y tener a alguien 'tan asombrosa/asombroso como tú' sería fabuloso (esas fueron sus palabras; te preguntaste cómo podía considerarte su amiga tan pronto).

Tu odisea comenzó ahí. Para empezar, tú preguntabas y preguntabas hasta el hartazgo cómo volver a casa (¡tenías metas y aún eres joven!). ¿Y qué hacía Wally? Solo daba respuestas cortas (según tú, no ayudaba de nada), o solamente se quedaba en silencio, mirándote con sus ojos negros inquietos. Como si estuviera viendo la desnudez de tu alma.

Te sentías harto/harta. Nadie te daba respuestas. Y Wally apenas te dejaba charlar con los vecinos, con suerte, podías hablar con Barnabay o Julie. El resto de ellos, no podías verlos, porque según Wally 'aún no estabas listo/lista para conocerlos'.

Pasaron días, semanas, meses... Y tus esperanzas para volver a casa disminuían. Tu relación de Wally mejoró. Incluso si a veces, hubo momentos tensos por saber la verdad de este mundo, sobre su sótano o él en general... Aún puedes decir que te llevas bien con él. No fue fácil.

Básicamente, bajaste la guardia de a poco. Y encontraste interesante era Wally cuando era atento y ciertamente amable. Sé bueno con él y él lo será también. Aunque él siempre 'bueno'...

Para tu sorpresa, lentamente se hicieron amigos, oficialmente...

Ocasionalmente, te burlabas de él por su extraña forma de comer con los ojos. Incluso fuiste más blando a su alrededor (lo cual generó un leve sonrojo en sus mejillas, con aquella sonrisa tonta suya y sus ojos ensanchados). Tal vez no te diste cuenta... Pero Wally fue más protector contigo. Su encanto muchas veces te cegaba (él consigue lo que quiere, siempre).

Hablando de otro aspecto, sabes que Wally siempre fue amable y decía 'Te quiero mucho' sin problema alguno... Conforme pasaba el tiempo, sentías que sus 'Te quiero' y otras muestras de afecto (como ofrecer su brazo para que tú lo rodees con el de él, como un caballero) empezaban a tener intensidad.

Aquella intensidad desarrollada en el interior de Wally, se convirtió en algo más. El pintor carismático que todos conocían, se volvía más posesivo y susceptible por tu atención. Tú sólo pensaste que era así porque tanto tú como él eran conscientes de la verdad de este mundo. ¿Tal vez sólo quería protegerte?

En un día común, estabas adentro de su casa, como todos los malditos días. Estabas buscando algún libro para leer, estabas tan distraída que no notaste la presencia de Wally detrás de ti, acercándose.

Cuando te volteas, tu pie queda atascado en el piso de madera sobresaliente. El libro cayó ruidosamente al piso... ¿Y tú? Bueno, caíste encima de Wally, del pobre hombre bien vestido. Él logró llevar sus manos en tu cadera para sostenerte, pero no ayudó mucho porque igualmente cayeron al piso, juntos. Wally juró sentir una suavidad en sus labios. Algo tan gentil y suave encima de sus labios. Sus pupilas sólo crecieron de golpe al darse cuenta de la situación: tus labios estaban unidos con los de él. Eran como dos rompecabezas bien unidas.

Ambos podían sentir sus corazones latir como en una maratón. Lentamente, te levantaste con un sonrojo en tus mejillas. Mientras Wally, seguía en el piso, con algunos mechones desordenados por caer en el piso. Él seguía procesando el suceso. De hecho, sus mejillas seguían rojas y sus ojos estaban dilatados.

"¡Por favor, discúlpame! Fue un accidente..."

Intentantaste disculparte apresuradamente. Mientras le diste una mano a Wally para pararse. Claramente ambos seguían pensando lo bien que se sentía la unión de sus labios.

Wally finalmente recuperó la compostura. Su sonrisa se volvió más profunda, sus párpados se relajaron dando una mirada audaz. Sus mejillas seguían rojas cuando él se levantó y te miró fijamente, con un extraño amor oscuro en sus ojos (pese a tener vibras de ángel).

"Está bien, querida, no hay problema..."

¿Acaba de usar un tono coqueto? Era difícil saberlo, Wally siempre dio sonrisas tontas, pero esta sonrisa era de otro tono.

"¿Estás... seguro?"

Preguntaste, aún agitada por el suceso. Aún podías sentir el toque de sus labios en los tuyos.

Wally solo amplió su sonrisa cuando oyó tu voz.

"No hay problema, querida amiga/querido amigo, ser�� algo entre tú y yo después de todo..."

Estabas seguro/segura que él quiso decir algo más en aquella oración... Solo te sentiste abrumado/abrumada (en el buen sentido) por la mirada de adoración que te estaba dando.

Tú solo sonreíste, sabiendo que a Wally le encantaba cuando sonreías.

(¡Muchas gracias por leer la versión en Español, la versión más fiel de esta escritura! Este escenario está levemente inspirado en mi fanfic [Human Reader, self aware], por cierto. Si deseas apoyarme, agradecería tu saludo o un corazón. Atentamente, la escritora).

[diver5ion]

Ahsoka | Part Four: Fallen Jedi

[theangrypomeranian]

You’re such a sad, little girl. Hope you get alcohol poisoning, and that your husband cheats on your pathetic ass. A plus performance everyone knows you’re not who you claim to be.

[summergodness]

estuda y estuda 📚

[st-alastors-confessional]

Okay, so...

There was this one time I kinda sort did something. So I work as an

assistant at VoxTech, right? And Valentino uses that stuff to project

his nastiness videos 'cuz of the dumb alliance. Okay, and I'm the

lucky guy that has to edit that complete garbage. I don't get payed

extra either. So, I got my revenge.

I planted a cam and recorded Vox and Valentino bein' their nasty ah

selves and posted it.

It blew up.

Vox thought Valentino did it, it was hilarious.

And now I get paid extra to make sure no one....infiltrates the server.

I mean....who would do that?

P.S. If you ever want any assistance humiliating Vox, I'm here.

--Anon

So you’re the reason Vox and Valentino no longer attend their weekly “burlesque square dancing” classes.

Ha-ha! Thank you for your service.

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

[starcrossedjedis]

Introducing Sairen Sun aka. "Sun the Siren" in “Bring me the Horizon” [One Piece Live Action // Shanks x OFC]

"Wow, she's a beauty." - "So are venomous snakes..."

tagged: @acabecca @akabluekat @asirensrage @arrthurpendragon @bibaybe  @bravelittleflower @chickensarentcheap @curious-kittens-ocs @darknightfrombeyond @darkwolf76 @drbobbimorse @eddiemunscns @elmunson @emilykaldwen @far-shores @foxesandmagic @fragilestorm @fyeahocsofcolor  @harleyquinnzelz @if-you-onlyknew @jewishbarbies @katiekinswrites @kingsmakers @mabonetsamhain @margoshansons @mystic-scripture @ocappreciationtag @sgtbuckyybarnes @stachedocs @susiesamurai @thatmagickjuju (just let me know if you want on here as well ♥)

[hurtmemoreplease]

Do you really think I'd let you just give up the useless things at the start? Every offering is to be savored. What's the point if they're useless to you? Maybe the first time I'll let you get off light and just take all those useless things if you're so desperate to be rid of them, but it'd be cheating to let you drag it out with scraps of useless things like humanity. No, I'd demand something more and vital right from the start.

Ah, see, I think that depends on what you want to be hunting at the end. If you want me to have a miserable time, then sure, you can take everything that I value - but by the end you're going to have a boring little human who's running for its life and its not even turned on! You have to peel off those outer layers first, so that I forget why I'm even trying to run in the first place.

I mean, forget some boring human, right? You can get one of those whereever. It's like unwrapping a present. Peel off layer and layer of me, till I'm just some thing that's somewhere between girl and meat, unsure what my name is or how i got there, caught between the barest remnant of survival instinct and an overpowering desire to give the entirety of myself to you. Isn't that what you want to see? How long it takes me to give in? To admit that I want to be taken. To admit that nothing would make me happier than to sunder myself for your pleasure. To exist in pieces, to be consumed at your leisure.

[starkidsimping]

nonsense, eddie would adore you!

WHO SENT THIS…….. who has me twirling my hair at such scandalous hours of the night……

[otherkin-confessional]

I’m new to the community and haven’t heard some terms before

I’m autistic and have really intense anxiety so asking for clarification feels like I’m asking someone to stop the whole world for me to understand something I should already know

Meeting other nonhumans is something I really want to do but everything seems so intimidating and with me being in my 20s I don’t like interacting with minors (it makes me uncomfortable) which makes getting into a community with a lot of minors in it that much more difficult

Actually talking to other nonhuman entities on this site feels like an impossible task

🌌

[shikisai-san]

okay so i recently watched the show after pretty much getting all my info from fic and what I don't understand is why people make Essek hugging and friendly towards and enjoying Jester? I feel like we didn't watch the same show, he's constantly annoyed at and barely tolerates her

He warms up to her over the course of the show, like when she offers him a parasol for instance. By the time the end of the show rolls up they are good friends. In the last episode Jester promises to send to him daily and Essek welcomes it.

I also just like the idea of them being friends and hanging out together. They have a sort of "sunshine X sunshine protector" dynamic and those are my weak spot :3

[dwtdog]

what is ur stance on booping before marriage

i support booping before marriage it's healthy to experiment 😌