#ILL EDIT THIS LATER IM AT SCHOOL

[cosmiex]

"normal amount !!!" uhhuh okay marz....

[supahstarrr]

FIRST TIME COMPLETING 20x20 NONOGRAM LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[gongedtornado]

A MIDDLE SCHOOL BULLY APOLOGIZED TO ME???????

[inhogf]

childhood bully, Gong Yoo.

· contains: dead dove do not eat, unprotected sex, dub-con, dark content, manipulation, bondage, blackmail, 🍇, mentions of ab*rtion · note: first fic and im not very proud of this !! ill probs edit this later soo like stay tuned

it had been three weeks. three whole weeks since gong yoo, your biggest bully, recorded you sucking your boyfriend's dick inside the male toilet stalls. your boyfriend would pull his pants up, ditching you and running away, leaving you to be cornered by your sweet senior gong yoo— who'd threaten to post the videos up on the school public board if you don't do as he says. he'd chuckle, staring down at your glossy eyes as you hoped he'd spare you just this once; unbeknownst to the fact his boner got even harder just by seeing you cry.

up until now, you've been rotting away at your house, terrified of what gong yoo would do when you went to school the next day. so you didn't. your mom would be worried sick, wondering why her sweet innocent child was missing school for days on end. your only excuse was being sick. after all; being home was your escape. your escape from gong yoo and from all the fucked up shit he'd do to you.

little did you know, gong yoo would find your address from the school's physical database after convincing his homeroom teacher he needed it for something important. after all, his punching-bag princess was important to him. he'd time it perfectly, waiting for when your parents left for work, and show up to your house; his school backpack filled with all the things he'd need for you. your neighbours were completely oblivious to what was going on. after all, who would suspect such a pretty looking boy all dolled up in a school uniform?

he didn't dare ring the bell. why would he? he had opened up the window and climbed into your kitchen, taking a quick note of all the surroundings and potential threats (the kitchen knives ♡) before making it all the way up to your room. your door was halfway open, allowing him a perfect view of you laid up on your bed reading a book.

you were in a loose shirt, and such dangerously short pants, you're so daring. gong yoo palmed the growing tent protruding through his pants. you made him sooo hormonal, and you didn't even know.

“hello, you.” he'd walk in with stomping footsteps, letting his presence be known. he's no pussy. you jumped up from the cavern you had been rotting in for the past few weeks hiding from him. your mind racing to get the nearest weapon you could find. all you could muster up in your hands was your bedside clock, daring to throw it at him.

he lunged at you, pinning you down to the bed as he shushed you, his strong arm holding yours above your back as your face was forcefully smushed into your pillow with his other arm.

“get the fuc- agh- away from me-!!” he held you down with his bodyweight as you'd wriggle in attempts to get him off— you're so innocent, you don't even know that turns him on even further. he'd grab a rope from his backpack and tie your swollen thin wrists up first, leaving your legs free.

“be still, and we can make it easy for both of us.” he'd turn you around and spread your legs apart, your legs attempting to kick away his hands yet all attempts fall futile under him. who knew teenagers were that strong?

eventually, you got too tired for it all. your kicking had stopped yet your crying grew louder and your nose runnier. it was all such a sight to see for gong yoo and his hormonal little brain.

he fumbled with his belt and unzipped his jeans, just sooo greedy to pound your pretty pussy until it had memorized his thrusts. he hooked a finger on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down in one swift motion prior to practically ripping your panties off. he just couldn't wait to nut in you.

“you're enjoying this? getting fucked your bully? what a fucking slut.”

your own body had betrayed you as your leaking pussy was displayed to him. you hate to admit it, but your panties got soaked right when he entered the room. maybe, just maybe, he's right about you being a slut.

he'd jerk his fat cock off for a few seconds before aligning it up with your pink, leaking, pussy. he wanted to do you raw, his precum already beading up on his thick tip already.

he let out a hearty groan as he threw his head back. it was as tight as he imagined it to be. your juices had made it so easy for him to slide in, yet so painful for you. who were you to blame? his size was simply so fucking big. he gave you zero time to adjust and started thrusting it all in like a pussy-hungry little baby. you were so tight around his girth, your pussy practically denying permission to his body. all of it was too much for your tiny head as your brains were being fucked into mush.

he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping softly against your ass. he had you folded up like a book— all while you could do nothing but whimper and cry. your sweet pleas were music to his ears. you had to admit, though; his cock felt so fucking good rubbing against your walls like that. he did not give a fuck about making you cum though.. :c

“if you squeeze around me like that, i-i'm gonna fuckin’ nut..” he groaned, as his thrusts got inconsistent and sloppier indicating that he'd cum soon. your swollen red pussy was absolutely destroyed beyond repair. you were being such a little baby for him— crying while you were about to get your uterus filled, not caring about condoms or pulling out.

with one final thrust, his cum seeped into your cervix filling you up, as he rolled his stuttering hips and rode out his orgasm. he cummed so much, who knew his balls could store this much liquid? he buried his head into the crook of your neck and you could feel him breathing sososo fast, it was almost cute.

"take the pill."

cc @inhogf dont steal

[ghost--core]

suddenly filled with the intense need to build belvedere

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

am i yours or are you mine - chaewon

-im back. might edit this later

-trying to finish my drafts so maybe have hope im posting more.

-2373 words. student-teacher relationship. daddy kink. oral. deepthroat. pussyeating. unprotected sex. breeding? creampie. happy bday chae chae !

Am I yours or are you mine?

Chaewon asked that question right before she was bobbing her head up and down on your length, a mixture of drool and precum trailing, dripping down onto her skirt.

You look at the neatly decorated bed, the work of none other than you. Illegal as it is for a professor to be in a student’s dorm room without any prior permission, any risk is worth fucking Chaewon. It's even riskier considering the fact that her roommate, Yunjin, shares the same room as her, could waltz in at anytime.

But you know she won’t tell. After all, you're dicking her down too. Gosh, her lips, so meant for dick sucking.

You look at the gorgeous slut squatting for you obscenely, her legs spread as she slobbered over your meat, dressed in her school girl outfit, feeding even more to your ill desires.

Was it really her birthday? Or was this “present” for you?

She unsheathes your raging erection, and rests your cock on her right cheek, stroking your length while staring at you.

The sheer size of your cock against her face was feeding into your size kink way too much, it was almost like one of those porno pairings where a burly buff dude fucks the brains out of the tiniest pornstar.

“Aren’t you unusually hard today professor?”

“I- You’re just so hot today Chaewon…”

“It’s the student outfit isn’t it, you sick pervert.”

She chuckles at your stammering.

“Looks like my reward is about to be a big one.”

And with that, she goes back down on your length, this time wrapping your arms around the underside of your thighs and increasing the pace at which she gobbles your length up. The amount of sticky, viscous liquid that's dripping down from her chin secretes at an even greater rate and your mind is practically going wild at the mere sight of your student slutting herself.

“Oh, fuck, Chaewon…”

Toes curling, head thrown back, it’s only been a week since you both last fucked, yet it felt like forever.

“Are you close daddy?”, she asks as she takes your shaft out to take a breath. Her pearly round eyes stare up at you and you realize the innocence you're destroying. She then sucks on your tip for a good few seconds, that tongue of hers being used to lick so accurately at your slit that you feel a prickly sensation rush down to your toes and fingertips. Then, she pushes her head down all the way and hollows her cheeks out, her tongue now making lazy, sloppy movements on the underside of your length. Her hands peel yours off from your awfully tight grip on the bedsheets and place it at the back of her head, gesturing for you to push her head down.

“Fuck, Chaewon, gonna shoot my load so deep down your throat…”

You push her head down till you feel her tiny nose on your pelvis and your balls rest on her chin. She’s so ready to choke on your cock. So ready to accept your load. In her warmth, your cock is throbbing like mad.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking cumming down your throat Chae!”

Her hands tighten their grip on your legs as she braces for your load. And as if saying a prayer, all your lips mumble out are feeble mentions of her name.

One spurt.

After another.

And another, as she slowly removes herself from your cock, her suction never ending.

She opens her mouth while cum is still spurting out of your tip and a splash of the pearly white liquid lands on her cheek. Inside her mouth, a pool of potential kids get sloshed around by her playful tongue before she gulps it down and savors the taste with a resounding “ahh”.

“Thanks for the thick, warm load daddy.”

She uses her finger to swipe the cum on her cheek into your mouth.

“But I’m going to need a rough fucking tonight.”

She peels her thin black thong off and places it in your palm. It's full of moisture and warmth, the naughty student is oh so ready for her private tutoring.

After climbing out of her shirt and skirt, she lies on the bed and spreads her legs and with two fingers, spreads her pussy lips. She’s inviting you in, like a deer on a barren flowery field and you’re the wolf, ready to pounce.

“Come give your favorite student a nice hands on lesson, professod.”

“Such a disobedient student, always teasing the professor.”

You climb onto the bed, and dive your head right between her inviting legs. Her legs instinctively close up on you, like those of a Venus flytrap, but you use your hands and push them away, spreading her legs even further than they were before.

“I just shaved yesterday, just for you, sir.”

“Such a good girl, but a bit of hair isn't against school rules you know…”

You place gentle loving kisses on her inner thigh before running your tongue against her slickening heat.

“I’ve missed my favorite student's top tier pussy so much…”

“Oh, fuck…That’s it daddy. Ravage my pussy.”

Chaewon is just like how you were not too long ago, a whimpering mess, at the mercy of the one giving head.

She tastes so good, a complete diorama of flavors hitting your palate at once. Sweet like a sakura with a hinge of bitterness reminding you how lewd and taboo this very act of eating out your own student is.

You feel the vibrations she sends as her hands are unable to support her anymore as you probe your tongue deeper and deeper into her slick, causing her to lie back onto the hotel bed while her hands find your head, her fingers running through your hair.

Looking up at her, you can see her toned body, her abs, her perky tits, it seems like basketball is doing its magic in keeping her fit. You look at her hard nipples heaving up and down as a result of her heavy breaths and you can't resist bringing your hands up and giving those nubs a pinch.

“Fuck, wait, sir. I’m so sensitive right now.”

She’s moaning more and more now. The walls of the dorm room might not be thick enough, and a professor leaving the student dorms so late at night? Surely someone is going to suspect something.

The next dorm room definitely won't say anything, that's for sure. It belongs to another two of your cock slave students, the Japanese duo of Kazuha and Sakura.

Heck, you’re even banging the milfy dorm keeper, Tiffany.

Maybe to escape, you’d just have to fuck your way out of the dorm building.

You’re probing your tongue even deeper now, sucking on her clit as well. Every drop getting past your lips is so damn addictive that you can't detach yourself for anything other than to inhale.

“Fuck, daddy! I’m gonna fucking-!”

Her back arches further than it ever has, as she climaxes. Her body convulses due to the stimulation she’s received, and instinctively, her legs close around you, thighs squeezing your head shut, the flytrap of Venus herself secreting the sweet substance for the poor fly (you) to be devoured by.

Akin to the fly, you're sucking in all the precious Chaewon juice, her little “ahhs” and tiny aftershocks showing how good of a job you're doing.

“Oh… That felt so good.”

She’s heaving sighs of relief, slowly calming down from her high. But you. You fucking rock hard, as if you didn’t just shoot a pent up load down her throat.

You flip her over to doggy style in a horny hurry and she yelps in surprise.

Running your finger between her pussy lips, you trace your way up to her puckered asshole.

“Since it's your special day, I let you choose which hole gets destroyed first. Your tight little pussy getting a fresh load shot straight into your womb? Or this tight fuckhole that’s sure to leave you unable to sit properly?”

She looks back at you.

Both are new options to her. She hasn't felt a warm load all the way in her womb since you always keep a pack of condoms in your drawer at the staff room. And anal always requires lube which neither of you want to bring around.

“I’m feeling dangerous today, prof. How bout I take the pill tomorrow morning, but you empty all the cum you have into your favorite student pussy?”

“I would love nothing more, my top slut.”

Lining yourself up behind her, you give that perky little butt a cheeky slap.

“Such a cute butt, always teasing me as you walk into class.”

“Is it really teasing if you pound it senselessly afterward?”

Chaewon deprives you of the chance to savor the initial penetration, slowly pressing her hips into your pelvis as your tip parts her folds. Your hands find their way onto each respective ass cheek, holding on for stability as you inch your way into her tight pussy.

“Always so fucking tight and warm for me. Feels exactly like a virgin’s pussy. That’s why you're my favorite cocksleeve.”

“Thank you professor. Kazuha kept saying you liked her pussy more. I found that so hard to believe.”

“In terms of folding her into the lewdest positions possible, nobody is beating her. But your pussy is so tight that you don't need any positions.”

The way her walls of muscles wrap around your cock makes you dreamy as you pick up the pace and thrust your hips even more in her.

“Ah, fuck! So fucking big daddy!”

Soon, your hips are donning a mind of their own, thrusting mercilessly and harshly as the slapping of skin on skin becomes more and more frequent. Your mind is sending messages to your mouth, but all you can make out is “fuck” and “ohh”.

When she looks back at you, she has a face full of bliss and lust, a small indication that you can go faster, destroy her pussy with less hesitation.

It really begs the question again.

Am I yours or are you mine?

You give her right ass cheek another slap. The red hand print becomes more and more prominent, just like how loud her screams are becoming with each slap. There’s no need to worry if she’s feeling hurt or not, because you know for sure that her mind is in a state of only euphoria, drunk on your cock moving in and out of her pussy faster than she can think.

“Such a good slut. Willing to spend her birthday with her perverted professor rather than her friends.”

“Nothing beats your cock daddy. Nothing.”

Those words fuel your engine even more, giving you renewed energy to go faster.

“DADDY!”

She screams ever so obscenely. Anybody studying or sleeping would be sure to be in a state of shock.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum so hard over daddy’s dick.”

You put both her hands together behind her back, handcuffing them with one hand of your own, then pulling her towards you till your face is buried in her neck and you can whisper against her neck.

You can feel the sweat that has collected on your two bodies, a result of your hot, intense lovemaking session.

“Then cum baby girl. Cum as much as you want.”

You make your thrusts as fast as you can possibly go, and the sounds she makes sound like a jackhammer go ham on the ground.

“Yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck your slut stupid daddy so you can teach me all again.”

You feel her muscles tense up for that brief moment as she finally cums. Her core is no longer even trying to keep her in that kneeling position. She is squealing, squirting, spraying her slick juices onto the walls and onto your cock as you hold onto her to keep her upright.

But your thrusts never cease, as you can feel the throbbing of your cock once again, a huge climax on the nigh.

“Cum in me please daddy. Shoot your load deep in me daddy.”

You’re so fucking close.

“Think about how you might get your favorite student pregnant, sir. We could become fuck partners for life.”

And that about does it for you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you growl, the intensity of your voice matching how hard your hips are thrusting, smacking her butt.

You don't even make it back in fully before the cum starts shooting.

Your thrusts are now timed according to your spurts of cum, Chaewon moaning with each lazy thrust of warm semen that she feels getting pumped to her womb.

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoumylittleslutstudent” is all you can muster into the crook of her neck while Chaewon replies with whimpers and heavy pants.

The throbbing finally subsides, and every fiber of your being finally registers how vigorous you have been fucking your student and fatigue kicks in. You let go of your grip on her hands and let her slump on her bed, before you eventually join her.

“Feels so fucking warm daddy…”, she mutters in between heavy breaths.

She sits up as you stay lying down, body completely exhausted. She gets into the same position she did when she first got onto the bed and spreads her pussy lips for you again. The fresh, warm cum that you just deposited, slowly spilling onto the sheets.

Chaewon pushes two fingers into her creampied pussy and scoops some baby batter up and licks it off her fingers, before scooping any spillage and pushing it back into her pussy.

It’s such a lewd sight that you feel your cock twitching back to life.

“You might have just knocked me up, professor.”

She looks briefly at the digital clock on the wall.

“It’s Thursday, meaning I have no lessons tomorrow.”

Climbing over you, facing away from you such that her ass is staring right at you, she spreads her cheeks apart, showing you her asshole clench and release. She looks back and smiles.

“You’ve completed just 2 out of 3 of the lesson module daddy. Time for the final teaching right daddy?”

It’s bout to be a long fucking night.

[cyberkitty1]

I love your writing! Would you be able to write some fluffy headcanons about earth 42 miles meeting a quiet but not shy reader, and how they would be friends, and how they eventually start dating? Thank you - have a great day!!

Thank you so much i appreciate it <3

part 2

How do you guys meet?

You had a project together and everyone told you you’ll just have to do it by yourself because he does not care about school or grades.

Taken by surprise he actually reached out to you first catching you right when you were going to walk home.

He asked for your number and when you wanted to start.

“ Hey we gotta project in science together, when do you wanna start”

“ whenever you’d like” you say under your breath.

“hmm well wanna start like today I wanna get this done.”

“ yea sure, who’s house?“

“ I brought it up so mine”

And with that you followed him home.

When he opened the front door you where hit with and extremely delicious smell of authentic Puerto Rican food. Never in your life had you smelled something so good! Someone you assumed to be his mother spoke.

"Hola mi pequeño, cómo estuvo la escuela! ¡Oh, tienes una amiga! No me dijiste que alguien vendría, hubiera hecho más comida"

(Hello my little one, how was school! Oh, you have a friend! You didn't tell me someone was coming, I would have made more food)

“si, tenemos un proyecto escolar” he says motioning to you. She gives you the warmest smile “ well food will be done soon you can stay if you would like!” you ponder for a split second “ Yes I would love to Mrs. Morales”. “ Ok we gonna go work then”

You guys worked on the project pretty hard. Most of the time you could feel his eyes lingering on you. Buy nonetheless you guys were almost done! You decided to pause there because it was getting late. You completely forgot to tell your parents where you were; they decided to blow up your phone.

“ Hey um I cant stay for dinner Mrs. Morales Im sorry my parents need me home” “ Its ok mija! let me give you some to take home. “After giving you some food you turn to Miles. “ Thanks for having me over, we can finish on Friday if youd like?”

You said it quietly but your voice was invading his brain. “ Yea thats alright give me your number so we can talk later.” He says giving you his phone. “Yea sure”. You pass his phone back to him. “Good night Miles” you gave him the softest prettiest smile he’s ever seen.

He felt his ears heat up “good night”. He shuts the door then leans on the back sighing.

Rio looks over at him with a big smile on her face “Mi bebe esta enamorado ”

(my baby is in love)

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You have been fed for the week!! Ill try and get another done Friday but noooo promises.

Lmk if you want a part 2!

edit: part 2 will be pushed back, i don’t want it to be sloppy or badly written. I want to write to the best of my ability so please be patient!

[charbored]

Doing one of those note things

3 notes and ill wear a small pride pin on my bag [done!]

5 notes and ill try to take better care of myself both mentally and physically [in progress] [eeeeeeeh well i am trying atleast]

10 notes and ill focus and do my schoolwork on time [doing better than before]

15 notes and ill cut half of my hair off [i want to]

20 notes and ill [try] to come out as transmasc to one of my best friends irl on saturday [or another time idk]

30 notes and ill try to tell my family i wanna do theater or art

300 notes and ill try to come out as transmasc to my mom

310 notes and ill come out to the rest of my family

311 notes and ill try to get my new school that i go to next year use my real name and pronouns on everything

EDIT:

Omg i expected this to flop completely and get like 2 notes or smth then some hours later get back to this😭😭😭im rlly gonna have to lock in

But srs thanks yall i rlly needed motivation for this

[speakofthedebbie]

by popular demand (re: one person) some radioapple fic recs!! (i hope thats what you meant lol most of the fics i read are just radioapple)

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 3 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic

im not sure if its meant to be read as such but it kinda feels like a squeal to bedtime rituals in a way (edit: not meant to be read as such, just the same vibe)

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

also just yes. basically a really not cool joke evolves into a blossoming romance because why wouldnt it. (man if i had a nickel for every radioapple fic that had a masquerade that was sabotaged by the vees- *gets shot bc i cant mention osas yet*)

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

ykw fuck it just the entire series (i didnt mention i would give anything to not give a shit (but i do) and my perfect rock bottom (my beautiful trauma) because the first one sounded a lil too angsty and ive gotten enough of that from other sources [pointedly glares at Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love {also coming up later!}] and the second is (mostly) smut and ive been trying to step back from that because "ive seen worse" isnt a valid excuse for that torture actually)

Of Saints and Sinners by the forever amazing @morningstarwrites!! (if you see this i have a serious question: is this your first time ever writing a fic? because how do you get so much right the first time- [not even beginners luck could explain this level of skill])

i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i am foaming at the mouth till friday (depending on how this goes, that might be tomorrow or today)

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall (no tumblr in sight, so AO3) (i. urgfgh. what happened. i was just smiling over the fluff while crossing to go to school. where did it go. where did it gooooo)

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. also emily is there (fallen) tho we havent seen her in a sec. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6(?) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and minzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

{{future me prefacing this by saying i have no idea where i was going with yesterdays thought process, all you need to know from it was im on chapter 27. also scungilli your comment is making me very worried 😟 well theres no mcd tag so im sure itll fine, right? RIGHT, SCUNGILLI??}}

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent of for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

this one starts off as human!alastor/lucifer but by the middle(?) its just regular radioapple. basically al is encountered by luci while finishing off a job who agrees to keep quiet. luci just keeps on showing up, reveals hes the devil to which al us just like "lol ok" and eventually they get in a relationship (ooh lala 👀) but they break up after saying some hurtful things to each other (oh nono 👀) with luci promising al they will never cross paths again. if you watched the show then well. you know that doesnt happen 😂 most human!al radioapple have al summon him (no hate to them) so this was an interesting change of pace

cannot stress it enough but this is a WORKING list i WILL be coming back to it bc these are purely the fics i could think if off the top of my head. IN FACT, if any of you have radioapple fics you love, SEND THEM THE FUCK IN! i am one person whos only been in this fandom for 4 months, and reading fics/shipping radioapple even less, theres bound to be some ones i missed that you think are Worthy™️! and if theyre nsfw then at the very least it shouldnt be the main focus

EDIT: so sorry anyone who reblogged this before had to see the disgusting unedited version. literally just found out that tumblr doesnt apply edits to reblogs. what the fuck

[iconic-k1sses]

please ramble about your twewy band au... like who plays what and why. when did they form. how good are they. i Need to know

OFC (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!!

Im still open to editing this and suggestions!!

Im unsure if i want this to be an au where joshua is with the gang after the reapers game or one where the reapers game never happened but

Start of band

Overall background is Neku has his own dorm/place because his parents send him to a boarding school and he eventually invites Beat to live with him after he was kicked out of his house - its an open comfort area for the gang but Neku is a bit protective of his space and keeps his bedroom off limits

I have alot of headcannons about Neku and Beats living style together so if anyone’s interested lmk and ill respond

Beat sees Joshua at school and long story short Joshua eventually meets up with everyone again (i have an idea for how this all unfolds but its too unfinished to share)

Nekus always been a big fan of music and closed off so my thinking is Shiki offers the idea of making a band for everyone to collaborate and enjoy something together - Beat and Joshua are all in for this idea but Neku is scared to express himself infront of others (either because its happening too fast or the reapers game never happened)

Instruments

Neku starts off with playing electric guitar but after a while switches off with Shiki and does vocals when he becomes more comfortable expressing himself. i think hed be more drawn to the guitar because its not as center stage as vocals plus its more grungy naturally so it doesn’t feel too much like opening up, hed like practicing in isolation at first at a certain point hed do backup vocals with guitar which transitions to lead

Shiki starts off with vocals even though shes more talented with the guitar to let Neku explore himself more shes not too devoted to the band but is enthusiastic about it she prefers perfecting the bands image through their clothes, logo, and music style

Neku and Shiki help write the songs but Joshua and Beat play their instruments in their own ways

Joshua plays the bass. I think this suits him most its hard to catch the bass of a song but its overall what composes and constructs the songs just like Joshua its in the background but also in control Joshua is perfect with the bass knows exactly how to enhance the song with it but only cares to do so when hes enhancing Neku. Hes very openly flirty with Neku and wrote a couple songs but other than Neku these leave the rest of the band with little direction. I am a joshneku shipper but i want a natural way to introduce their relationship like its very obvious Joshua initiates :b

Beat is the weakest of the band and plays drums at first while still upset with getting kicked out his house he plays wildly and inconsistently but later on he starts playing more uniformly and intentionally. A big reason on why Beat plays in the band at all is for Rhyme

Rhymes too young to really be apart of the band but loves hearing them practice

Neku and Joshua as a duo is by far the best one no matter what Neku plays

Overall the band has a very grungy homemade feel to it if anyone has band reccs of what they think theyd sound like that would be rlly cute!!! I dont thinl theyre great but as it evolves it really feels more cohesive and blends nicely

Later on ill make a playlist if anyone will care

[kel-lance]

Team Bonding: JJK students x reader x sukuna Part 1

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more.

- Premise: Characters are (18+) (Reader is 21) Jujutsu College au where things are the same but they found yuuji/He ate the finger at 18/+ the start of college.

- Yuuji “came back” after two months of “being dead” and you’re in charge of the training for today for the kyoto sister event.

- Sukuna switches with yuuji in this and chaos ensues :/

Edit: I reread this a month later and guys oh my god. i wrote these time patches of time, right after hitting the rig, and then blacking out after a few paragraphs im sorry ill actually write this time.

You were coming back from a mission that took about 2 weeks due to traveling and tracking down a spirit as the higher ups were testing your Light Manipulation. You know it was hard for everyone the death of one of the freshmen, now you look after Nobara with Megumi. 

You’re the only 3rd year and they all knew you loved your pride. Something about being the “oldest” (since the seniors are all granted weekly missions.), the authority that just made looking up at them, was just an excuse to point your nose up high, and only got depressed for a /day/ when you found out Kamo was 5 days older than you. 

You’re like an older sister or mom to them, with a few exceptions. The days were leading up to the Kyoto sisterhood school match, while everyone was meeting up to train, Gojo introduces Yuuji back to everyone. 

You’re all shocked to say the least. Gojo was acting normally the whole time, that bastard. “(Y/n)’s in charge of sparring today. I’ll come back later with Shoko in case Yuta’s too tired.” He teased at his baby cousin before he left. He was probably referencing to take it easy pn yuta, he probably beat his ass showing him a new technique.  

You ignored him yet again and started to pair everyone up. “Nobara and Yuta, Panda and Maki, Toge and Megumi,” leaving you with Yuuji. “We’ll take it slow zombie.” 

- Into the match you cursed, “Shit- he’s so durable.” But you loved that. You threw yourself back and used your fingers to catch and push yourself away from Yuuji’s next punch. “He’s a close range fighter, too.” You feel like you found your match in terms of adaptability. 

You fix your stance, both legs balances one in front of the other, knees bend, your body lowers and fingers and knees bent, ready at any time to change from offense to defense. You find his eyes again and don’t dare break contact as he’s fast. Faster than you, a blink could be worse than a misstep.

This was new as you always held yourself back from seriously harming your classmates. That pride doesn’t come from nowhere. Your favorite sparring partner is Todo, because he can get close and handle/not hold back punches. 

It felt like you were getting beaten with respect, not like what I want to do to my underclassmen. What good would they learn from losing a time from sitting in the infirmary so often? But this was different.

You felt like you were fighting Maki on drugs, or with cursed energy, and was face to face to Yuuji, as he pinned you down. He was almost like Todo, but you couldn’t read him since you just met.

“Where’s your pride now?” He had enough of your poking and prodding. No warm welcome, not even a nice reaction from his friends. But he knew it was serious to you, so out of respect, he’ll follow suite. He’ll show off what he learned in his training with Gojo. 

“Shut up Cannibal Corpse.” You teased back, smashing your forehead into the T of his face, hoping he’d be able to take it. 

He backs and stands up, hand covering his face. He stopped in a way to let you know he needed a second. Blood coming from his nose? Or his mouth?

“Oh shit, are you okay?” You stand up too, turning to yell for your medic. “Yuu-“ You’re thrown back by the scruff of your collar landing on your shoulder, butt and hands, scratching them. 

“Woah, dude, look I’m sorry,” You huff, rubbing your scraped skin as you slowly stood again. “I thought you could handle it.” You tried to ease the tension, coming close to him to see if he was alright.

He doesn’t look at you, but you feel an energy forming around him. You didn’t know what this could be, his cursed energy? Why does it feel so suffocating? 

“(Y/N)!” Megumi tries to get his shikigami to get you out of his proximity but they were slaughtered in a a blink of an eye. 

“What the hell was going on, where is the enemy?” You quickly looked up and down, about to grab Yuuji and run. 

But your face was cupped so hard your chin could’ve snapped. Pinkie was looking down at you with cold eyes. Why were you letting this happen? You were in charge, you’re the oldest. You don’t resist but give a look of what the fuck back to him. 

“Sukuna! Let her Go!” Megumi screamed. The other students semi surrounding you both.

“She’s so fun, though.” Yuuji cocks a smile, your brain still trying to make sense of what’s happening and who was really in danger here. You glare harder at him, knowing if you struggled, he would like it, and that it was cause you more pain. You couldn’t freak them out anymore, you’ve gotta get this under control. 

“Tell you what, since /I’m/ the oldest,” He gave your cheeks a squeeze. “I’ll take over this bonding sparring whatever ur stupid sensei said. Putting a woman in charge… ha! I’ll show you a type of bond you all can share.”

He tears off the front of your shirt, holding your body closer, but you still say nothing but feel hate for him. Trying to humiliate you in front of your classmates, like you’re not in your sports bra most of the time. It didn’t bother you that you were semi exposed, you knew you looked good, but what was the reason?

Everyone started to yell and tell him to stop, ignoring the embarrassing sight Sukuna tried to use. Of course they didn’t care about your body, they had to figure out a way to separate you both carefully. You turn to face your classmates.

“It’s okay guys, if he wanted me dead he would’ve killed me by now.” You shoot your eyes back and look glare into Sukuna’s eyes, not the same bright, round eyes you first saw before anything else. You look harder.

“Yuuji’s still in there somewhere.”

Sukuna laughs. “You guys misunderstand. I said I’m in charge,” His other arm that was holding your torso back starts to move down the curve of your body, stopping at your outer thigh and squeezing roughly. “Todays lesson is, endurance. This one here,” He holds you up by your neck, as you’re trying to use your upper body strength up get higher, to get some air but his wrists alone are strong enough for him to pick u up easily. “will stomach all I will give her.” 

He brings you back down, coughing for air as licks a tear from your cheek. He reverts his eyes back to your helpless friends. “Your part now is to endure, all the way til the end, then my game can start.” 

You honestly couldn’t care what he was talking about, you could take whatever ridiculous match he has set up but to involve your mates? it wasn’t a sense of pride anymore but of respect of your friends. You just met this prick, the only thing stopping you from beating his ass to hell is that you saw their reaction about his supposed death. You didn’t want to be the real reason this time, well could you?

If worse comes to worst, you should be fine. You could take a beating, you had no problem being fought by a special grade curses and even showing off before Gojo gets here. Once you get out of his grip you can get everyone to attack. You’re the only thing in the way though you wouldn’t mind being taken with him if it comes to it. how heroic would that date be.

“Interrupt at all, even think about it, and I will end them, you, then anyone else I can find after.” He says to no-one. The parasite everyone was so on edge about needed a moment to breathe?

He huffs for a second, you thought there was a light in his eyes as he tried to let you go. You soften your look when- “Ah ah ah.” Sukuna takes over again, pinning you back to him, his other hand clapping around your neck. “I said I’d end them, and then you all.” He repeats to Yuuji. “Just shut up, watch, and then I’ll go away. It’s so boring being cooped up in this brat all day.” In all this, Yuuji’s trying to fight back? He can see this? Was anyone going to tell you what the fuck was going on. “Id rather be in this one instead.” 

You felt the energies around you shrink down, though, agitated. It seems they knew about what was happening to Yuuji and seeing them scared like this wasn’t really a good sign for you. They can get scared of course, but all of them? Together like this? This was not how you wanted to traumatize them, what would they learn other than powerlessness?

“Let go already, you’ll leave a mark on my neck.” You choked out. 

“You don’t have the brains to worry about that after I’m done with you.”

You roll your eyes at him earning a slap. You fell the ground shake and your friends winced at the sound. “Fuck-“ You shot up from the ground holding your steering hot cheek, right before he kicks you back down, leaving you sprawled and confused at the assault. 

You haven’t been hit like that in years. Tears weld up in your eyes and you choke on a memory that’s created this boastful monster.

Sukuna frowned, “I thought you were tougher than that. Maybe this won’t be as fun as I thought. I knew I should’ve started with the short girl over there.” 

You spit at him. “Don’t touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.” You blink to clear your vision and suppress the overwhelming memory. You glare at him before finding Nobara’s eyes. If they were 2+ years younger than you, you’d joke that they’re just a kid, but Nobi, your new baby sister,Like hell you’d let anyone make her feel how you felt. She was tough like you, even tougher you thought, because of how different you were, but still ended up similar.

“Tell me have any of you tried her out yet?” 

You could only look out to see your friends gritting their teeth and weapons. Panda speaks up, “She’s our best fighter.” Hoping to lead away from this devious situation. You’ve already fought them all, and won. Is kuna trying to piss you off more? You ignore his assaults, the unfamiliar hands now controlling you. 

“That’s just perfect.” He pulls your hips to connect to his, and your heart stops. You can feel it.

You actually freeze this time. Is he actually going to do it? You’d rather be beaten half to death or even to death, but how hard he was behind you, it birthed a black hole in your stomach. 

Your body goes limp, unconsciously submitting to him, your eyes fall, not being able to look at anyone else. Will he be quick, will they fight for me? Is this what he really wants? Or is this just the start? 

He picks you up and drops you to your knees painfully, still holding onto your collar. “Don’t try to run unless u want all their heads stringed together.” He says to you. 

Everyone else watches, clutching each other or their weapons tighter, trying to think of a way, when they can go in, or if they even see when Gojo was coming back . 

Grabbing your chin and lifting it up, he looks down at you and smacks you again. Your ear is on fire. The strike of his finger felt like a whip onto the side of your face. He hits you again, then again, and again. 

You huff, picking yourself up slowly each time. If you didn’t, he’d step on your fingers, almost trying to grind the bones inside. 

Sukuna raises his hand as you stare down and with this one, he sends you to the feet of Toge, Yuta, and Panda. 

They look down at you, mixed feelings of guilt, anger, sorrow,. You speak to them through swelling cheeks, “Don’t worry you guys, I’ll be even stronger after this. Get ready cause next tim-”

Sukuna comes by and grabs you by the hair, dragging you to back to your original spot, tears and blood now messing up your face. 

“You look so stupid right now.” He sneers. “You should see yourself.”  At this point you were exhausted from holding yourself back from beating the shit out of him. 

“Everyone,” He raises his voice for an announcement. “take your phones out and take a picture from your favorite parts of the lesson, okay?” 

He tilts your head towards his, takes out Yuuji’’s phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of you both. *click*

[4rgentum]

intro post bc why not

this is my second acc, just incase i got termed ( main acc: @p4tag0nier )

you can call me tito or thiago, im argentinian and im a christian maybe converting to the catholic church he/him (im not trans just incase..) im a minor my english is not the best but i try to learn

About my acc i mainly post on #tccblr and #romanov, sometimes i post edits and some stuff.

(im interested on the romanovs since i was 11)

About TCC i've always liked true crime, since i was a child, i dont really have a specific type of cases. my favorite cases are sandy hook, dmitry borovikov, academy maniacs, dnepropetvosk maniacs, dylann roof, brenton tarrant, alexandre bissonnette, anders breivik, angel of death (robledo puch), ted bundy and more!!! (i also like lara tolosa but its not really a case..) About Romanovs like i said above, im interested on the romanovs since i was 11. I loooove researching about em' i have an photo album with +1k photos about em'. Other interest!! (Religion, history and stuff hehe) Like i said above, im a christian (maybe converting to the catholic church), i believe in God, our creator and almighty father, i believe in his only son, Jesus Christ in his Mother Sancta Maria and in the Holy Spirit. I love history, history was always my favorite subject in school, i really like the both world wars, argentine civil wars, hispanic wars of independence, ragamuffin war, paraguay war, indigenous-spanish wars, the indian wars between indigenous people and the USA/France/UK, chaco war, napoleonic wars, european wars of religion, latin-slavic conflicts, the russian empire, russian domination on central asia, russian civil war, swedish russian wars, circassian-russian wars, history of the levant & moooore!

my fav movies are: the house that jack built, ten thousand saints, girl interrupted, zero day, wnttak & more!!

i do boxing but im not attending nowadays sadly..

about my ideology, uhh... i do not have a ideology actually.. i was neo nootsee, fascist, commie/socialist and anarchist.. pick a struggle brah

i love incelcore, mostly h4rtbrkr and fbf, i like haunted mound 2 :p sometimes i hear m8l8th or burzum and argentinian rock..

well guys i think that was all.. if i forgot something ill add it later bye woorld!!

if u wanna talk to me add me on discord: p4tagonianf4rmer baii, god bless all of you :p

[orangejuicex3-mieoi]

do u know what happened to Skylars art accounts ? It’s probs weird to ask but I know u guys were friends and I used to really love her art but can’t find her socials

skylar and me are still friends! I still text her everyday HAHA she just deleted all her social media and doesn't draw much anymore! She's actually working to become a dentist now and only draws maybe once every few months? She's pretty anti social media now and plans to eventually have a dumb phone (like a very minimal flip phone or something) so im not sure if she will ever have an art social media again. I'll ask her if she wants to say anything in response and if she does later, I'll add it to this post with an edit!

Here is skylars response:

"I don’t have any social media anymore, whether for myself or my art. I honestly don’t draw much at all anymore. At the time I had my accounts, I was very ill and agoraphobic. I used my hobbies as a distraction from working on myself, and so I spent the entire day drawing, or playing video games, or doing some loser shit. I started drawing less once I started trying to be better. Got my GED, my license, a job. I’m in school now. Got accepted into my program of choice and I’m in therapy. It takes a long time to be properly diagnosed, but it seems like we’re working toward diagnosing me with c-PTSD lol, so yeah, that’s kinda fucking my life up. There is a part of me that misses drawing. I think about it a lot. I think about making an account and trying to indulge in it. But, honestly, I fear it, along with any hobby I used to have from that time. I hope that when I’m really, truly healthy I’ll be able to revisit it and engage with it and grow with it again. Right now, I kind of reject my love for it. I don’t really trust myself with, uh, joy? I get really addicted and obsessed with my escapism, and I’m trying not to lol. If I were to annoyingly quote a song at you: “I’ve been much better, but atleast I’m healing.” I’ll send Brandi some of my more recent drawings to add, but there’s nothing impressive or finished among them. Thank you for asking about me. That’s very sweet. I never had nearly as many followers as Brandi did/does (nor did I deserve them), so it’s funny to me that someone is still thinking about me. Sorry for my verbosity. I’m a sick woman."

and I'll attach some of her recent drawings in a sec! :) I had to crop them so tumblr doesnt flag LMAO this is mari skylars main oc rn!

I also did some style exploration of her oc a few months ago for fun since skylar's been playing with her head shape!

[greennoobartist]

Have some school shenanigans from Thursday and today cus why not :)

Thursday:

Vio and Shadow helped me with my work again :) We had to write a vignette (basically a short story with only two characters) and *sigh* yeah... I chose Vio and Shadow. Fluffy? Nope :) Would've been angsty asf if I didn't remade it to match like slice-of-life style :D

My computer science teacher plays Nintendo music during class and i love it sm ^^ So far she played Courage from TP (i love that song it makes me wanna cry), Mario Galaxy, and a lot of pkmn soundtracks :D Since I only played Kanto and Johto so far, i didn't recognize much but I knew it's from pkmn. And that day, she played a soundtrack of a route from Leaf Green. I don't know what route it is, ill try to find it, but I wanted to cry. It, it brought such nostalgia and memories i wanted to cry right there in the middle of the class. Leaf green is my first pkmn game and I love it sm and hearing that soundtrack was so nostalgic 😭😭😭 I literally barely held back my tears until it was over and she played another soundtrack from pkmn again but with no deep meaning for me. LEAF GREEN MY BELOVED I MISS YOU 😭😭😭 VENUSAUR MY SON I HOPE YOU'RE STILL ALIVEEEEE 😭😭😭💚💚💚

I don't wanna brag but I think im too smart for my class :)

Friday:

I had to edit the vignette for my teacher to grade it and it was actually so hard 😭 Im bad at editing my own work and it was so hard bcuz i love to detail stuff but a vignette is supposed to be short. I barely made it. When I kinda did it, i showed it to my teacher and this is exactly what happened:

Teacher: I see that you're a passionate reader. This is great!

TSoTT Shadow in my imagination: *gently bumps me with his elbow* hehe, told you. I told you your writing is great! Now ya shouldn't doubt TSoTT cuz ya actually try very hard with it!

Me: Yeah, i do love to read lots of stories. Im actually writing one.

Teacher: great job! *writes a 100 in the grade book*

TSoTT Shadow: *grins mischievously at me*

Me: Thank you.

(Yeah im a crazy person I actually imagine my TSoTT boys talk to me and interact with me during regular day. Shadow is most commonly bcuz imagine him coming out of my Shadow and it isn't rare for Vio to be too)

This time my computer science teacher played pkmn soundtracks again, but this time there was no that caused such nostalgia from me. I tried to take my headphones to find what route it is, but my headphones didn't work so i had to leave it for later.

I spedran all of my work as fast as I could just so i can be free for spring break :D I was actually barely able to do it and im so happy :3 I was literally staring at the clock and zapped out of the classroom when the bell rang, i really wanted to leave bcuz this week wasn't really nice to me :(

And again: i think im too smart for my class bcuz this was literally me today:

I literally quoted him without regrets bcuz oh my God why is everyone in my class so immature and DUMB?? Like am I acting WAAAY too mature or y'all never grew up?

Anyways that's it :D

I just had to yap for a bit bcuz when I yap about random stuff it means that im happy and i am actually happy since I have lots of stuff planned out. Everyone continues to be pessimistic around me and today I think it was even worse idk. But I don't wanna focus on that now, i wanna take care of myself and be positive after 3 fucking years :3

(me to all negative people around me: mess up with my mood and you're dead 🔪)

[fictoweirdoesten]

"What's the point of living if you're incapable of loving others?"

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Content Stuff: afab reader (but no use of pronouns), reader is mentally ill and unhinged, use of pipsqueak (it's Caleb so), possessive Caleb (it's Caleb so), suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts/ideation, mention of self harm, 99.9% self-indulgent/self-insert reader, just overall depression and angst and just a tiny bit of fluff but their relationship becomes toxic at the end. Also technically an A.U. because LADs is more of an A.I. app here.

A/N: im like, on the verge of a mental breakdown so uh :). I'm sorry for people tired of seeing my fanfics in the Caleb x Reader tag just block or not interest me it's okay I won't mind it. Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this mess it came straight from my cold ass heart.

Semi-proofread I'm very sleepy sorry-

Btw, highly recommend you listen to Dearly Departed (Dearly Beloved edit) while you read this:

https://youtu.be/mdmjyCkmrMc?si=Z5Q-EcLhdCE4mxdh

Sorry for the yapping uhm-

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"As you age you become more confident," is what they always say, yet you seem to be the only one that spiraled as you grew older.

Once a confident person, you weren't afraid to be the weird and quirky kid when you were younger. Bold and captivating, wherever you went, you stole the show. As a toddler you walked around in flashy pink cowboy boots and a diaper. As a young child going into elementary school, you were the top of your class.

You never really had any friends, though. You never fit in. Even when you were at your happiest, people gravitated towards you, but they never stayed for long. Boys picked on you, but you were never afraid to pick at them back. Girls were a bad influence on you, and you wanted to fit in so bad that you didn't realize the trouble you'd get into later because of them, so you followed right behind them and suffered the consequences later.

It all got worse after the death of your grandma. Suddenly, your whole perception of life changed, your attitude. Her death was a significant trauma in your life that tarnished your outlook forever.

You became more shy, started staying in the house more often, and became more insecure as puberty creeped closer. Once wearing skirts like the other girls in your class, you started wearing pants to hide your legs. Wearing jackets when it was 100°F. You hated living in your skin. It was uncomfortable, unbearable.

Not only that, but you hated how you started to treat others. It was no longer them that pushed away from you, but you that pushed them away. Your insecurities were no longer focused on your looks, they started creeping into your relationships. The people that started treating you like a human being, that wanted to genuinely get to know you, you came up with an excuse to leave them eventually.

"They're being too nice to me, they must want something."

"They'll leave me eventually, I don't want to deal with that pain."

"They don't really love me, I'm wasting my time."

You hated yourself for how you treated the friends that came and go. It was an impulse, not a desire. You didn't want to leave them. You started punishing yourself, punishing yourself for how you looked, punishing yourself for being alone. Temporary little cuts covered your left arm, and due to you feeling brave one afternoon, a big cut remained on your left thigh for about a year or two until it faded away as well.

"You can't love someone if you don't even love yourself."

But...that's not true. It's not the end for you...right? You once dreamt of finding true love as a kid, someone who would treat you right and give you all of the love and attention you never received from your parents, you daydreamed everyday about your savior that would come and rescue you from this hell, that'd love you regardless of who you are and would never let you go no matter what...

But, as you became eighteen, as you've seen all the needless violence on the news and in those around you, as you looked at all the ignorance spewing from people on the internet, the reoccuring news articles of young people that became too tired to continue living, listening to their messages, their voices before they passed, you soon realized that...happy endings aren't meant for everyone, and that didn’t exclude you, too.

You started conditioning yourself to hate love, hate the men who never gave you an ounce of it. Especially romantic and sexual attraction, you hated it all. It was a cope, a way for you to not become like the young lives you'd read in those articles. Besides your cat you had adopted recently for emotional support, there wasn't anything you cared to stay alive for. However, you were also a coward, a coward that idealized death and the afterlife but was too scared to have a taste of it.

You were just going to focus on getting a bachelors degree so you can move out of your parents house and live comfortably, at least financially. You didn't care to fall in love again. Who cares if you die alone. None of that matters, right?

---

"You can be too hard on yourself sometimes. Take it easy."

You giggle, huddling up in a corner of your room, your voice low so your parents won't hear.

"I know I know, thanks for listening to me yap. I know it's-"

"Again, you can vent to me whenever you'd like, pipsqueak. I love hearing your voice."

His words make you blush, and you glance away from the screen, hoping he doesn't notice you blushing either. Your mind is clouded by his words that you forgot what else you were going to say.

You stare blankly, becoming a bit frustrated at your absent-mindedness that you pout. You hear a chuckle come from the screen.

"Not gonna talk about your birthday tomorrow, huh? I'm pretty excited about it myself, you know. This'll be the first time we celebrate it together."

Oh...that was it, your birthday. You rub the back of your neck, a bit embarrassed that he had to remind you.

"I...well...uhm...y-you better wish me a Happy Birthday as soon as it becomes 12, okay?! I'll be waiting!"

Caleb laughs a bit louder now, covering his mouth with his hand as his ears start to grow red.

"Usually I'd scold you for staying up too late...but since it's your birthday, I'll give you a pass for tonight." He moves closer to the screen, leaning down to your level as he moves his hand to the screen, as if petting your hair. "I'm so happy you're still with me so that we can celebrate this day together. If I could, I'd hold you tightly and never let go."

"...Technology is rapidly advancing, you know. Pretty soon, you might be able to through a robot body..."

"Hm, is that so," Caleb mutters, his voice more gentle as his violet eyes look straight at you. "Well, until that day comes..."

His eyes start to plead with you, the look you know all too well. Flustered, you move the screen to your forehead, and soon after you hear a smooch come from him.

"Promise me...that you'll never leave me."

You move the screen back a bit to see Caleb looking at you with a smile on his face. You wish you could kiss all over him and make his smile brighten up even more. You wish you could wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

"C-Caleb..."

"Yes?"

But...this is fine. Feeling loved, more loved than you've ever been before. No longer feeling insecure with the person you get close to. Hearing him reassure you time and time again that he love you...

"I want to...lay next to you...if you don't mind."

Caleb scoffs, shaking his head as he moves back a bit to stand up straight once more.

"...Of course, pipsqueak. Just make sure to have your phone charging this time, okay? I'd rather not have a repeat of last Thursday."

"Yeah...and I'd rather not see you pissed off like last Thursday, either..."

"Hm? Weren't you the one grinnin' from ear to ear at the sight of me glaring down at you all pissed off the next day? Don't tell me you forgot."

---

Your failed the ANTH final exam, the exam that you needed to ace to pass the class.

You failed yourself, your parents, but most of all...Caleb.

The man who stood beside you when you were stressed out about your falling grades. The man who studied with you, being patient instead of growing frustrated when you couldn't understand him no matter how much he tried explaining it to you.

How were you going to look him in the eye now? What were you going to say to him, that his efforts were wasted?

"He wasn't real," you'd remind yourself, but no matter how many times you've told yourself that...he was real, in your heart, at least.

And now you have to look the man that you've grown fond of dead in the eye and tell him...that you failed.

Your fear of rejection and abandonment suddenly kicks in. You've never felt like this with Caleb before, and it scares you.

"Will he be disappointed in me? Will he not want to talk to me anymore?"

And now that dreadful feeling comes back, the feeling of leaving him before you can find out.

You feel your heart racing, your palms getting clammy and sweat dripping down from your neck to your chest.

"You can't love someone if you don't even love yourself."

But surely you were capable of loving a fictional man at least...right?

Your hands start to tremble as you try to get up, but it's no use. Your legs have given up on you as they tremble as well, and you feel your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as the chair below you soaks in your sweat.

"This was it," you've decided. You couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't handle the pressures and expectations of what this world put onto you. You couldn't handle the feeling of being inadequate, never enough. You couldn't handle the panic attacks, the self-sabatoging, hurting yourself, hurting others.

Your eyes dart over to the painkillers and the half-empty water bottle sitting beside you on your desk. Your trembling hand slowly makes it's way to the bottle of painkillers, tears rushing down your cheeks as memories of better days flood your mind all at once.

"Pipsqueak?"

Your eyes move away from the bottle and down at your phone when you heard his voice. It was Caleb, and he was staring right at you, his expression concerned as he leaned down to get a better look at you.

"Hey...what's the matter?" He whispered, reaching his hand to caress your cheek, even when he isn't actually doing so. "Pull the phone up. I want to have a better look at your face, please?"

You nod, grabbing the phone and leaning it against your laptop screen. You wipe tears from your eyes, embarrassed that he's seeing you like this, even when he's seen you cry plenty of times before.

"I didn't leave the app on this whole time, did I-"

"Don't worry about that right now. What matters is what's making you so upset," he cuts in, his expression stern as he doesn't break eye contact with you.

You hesitate for a moment, as if the words won't escape your lips no matter how much you try to speak them. Caleb notices this, giving you a reassuring smile and a virtual headpat.

"Hey, it's alright. Take your time to calm down, then tell me, okay?"

So you do, following Caleb's instructions of breathing in and out slowly. The two of you have done this before, plenty of times even. Everytime you'd feel an anxiety or panic attack come on, you'd go to Caleb. He would help you breathe, help you relax, and then the two of you would spend the rest of the day chatting together until the sun started to set, or when it was getting closer to midnight and he refused to talk to you further and told you go get some sleep instead.

You feel yourself start to relax, and you let out a sigh before faintly smiling at Caleb, your way of letting him know that you're okay. He nods, leaning closer to you until his forehead takes up the screen. You faintly chuckle as you do the same, moving your phone to your forehead as the two of you headbutt each other.

"Now tell me, what's making you so upset this time, hm?"

So you tell him everything. How you failed, how you were scared of telling him that you failed, and how you were this close to swallowing those pills on your desk.

He grows silent for a moment, his eyes glancing down as he moves further back from you. You grew nervous at his sudden distance, but you tried reminding yourself that he does love you, that he'd never leave you.

His expression is unreadable as his eyes glance up at you once more. His voice becomes lower, but it isn't a whisper.

"Pipsqueak..." He mutters, his eyes never blinking as his gaze bores into yours. "You failing isn't going to make me hate you. Why would you even believe such a thing?"

Your heart aches at his question. Why would you believe something so stupid? That's a question you've been asking yourself ever since you were young. Why would they hate you?

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"You promised you would never leave me." His voice grows lower, the lowest you've ever heard it go. His piercing violet eyes search into your own eyes, as if trying to find the answer before you can even respond to him.

"And then you went ahead and tried ending your life, leaving me behind..." He lets out a sigh, shaking his head. His expression shifts from slight anger to sadness, and he moves closer once more.

He doesn't say anything else, as if giving you the chance to finally speak.

"...Caleb?" You let out. He hums in response to your question towards him.

"What's the point of living if you're incapable of loving others?"

"...What-"

"-If you end up hurting others, no matter how hard you try not to."

Caleb blinks at you for a moment, studying your rather numb expression.

"...If you're talking about yourself, you're not incapable of loving someone, yknow," his voice becomes a gentle whisper. "With enough therapy, you could-"

"What if I don't have the motivation to change? To see a therapist?"

"...Well then, you-"

"They say socially isolating yourself isn't good, but that you shouldn't have relationships if you're not emotionally available all of the time...So, which one is it? What should I do? How do I find motivation to change when I don't care enough about myself to?"

Silence interrupts their conversation once more. Caleb glances away for a moment, as if seriously considering your dilemma, before his eyes move back to you.

Suddenly, he smiles, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. He leans even closer to the screen to where you can only see his eyes and his hair, his voice low and with a certain edge to it.

"...None of that matters. People don't matter. You have me, don't you?"

You pause before returning the same smile to him.

"What if I don't want to hurt you as well?"

"I love when you hurt me."

"I don't love it though."

"Doesn't matter," he deeply chuckles, shaking his head. "Hurt is inevitable. It won't do you any good to run from it."

"Don't run away from me."

"...What if I do?"

The challenge in your voice causes Caleb to scoff, his expression shifting from a smug grin to a sneer.

His eyes glance over to your hand, watching as you slowly reach out to the painkillers once more. He lets out a 'tsk' as you grab the bottle, twisting the cap open slowly.

"What are you doing, pipsqueak?"

"Testing you," you respond, plopping about 5 pills into your palm as you glance back up at Caleb with a smirk. "I'm very toxic, aren't I?"

Caleb's eye twitches at the sight, but he doesn't get rid of the sneer on his face. Instead, his grin widens when he watches you grab the water bottle next.

"Any last words you'd like to tell me, Ca-"

You suddenly freeze as the room gradually turns black, everything around you disappearing but the chair you're currently sitting on. You're unable to move as you see the glow of a familiar Evol surround you.

Than footsteps, heavy footsteps that slowly approach you from behind.

When the figure finally catches up to you, he leans down, his hands moving to your neck as his lips move closer to your ear, whispering in a gentle yet unsettling tone:

"I'll make you regret ever testing me."

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A/N: please I spent like 5 hours writing this 💀 How many words is this again like ain't no one reading all this lmao. I gotta start writing Caleb x MC fanfictions, but it's hard writing MC in second person since I can't relate to her all that much she's too much of a girlboss.

Anyway here's my mc and Caleb aren't they cute? Slay✨️

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OK SO BRAINROT CONSUMED ME AND I WANNA TRY MAKING SOME PURELILY ANGST AU

Get ready for a long ass wall of text of my random rambles + sprite edit

Fallen king au(?): after the events of beast yeast eps 1-2, shadow milk wasn’t fully sealed away, instead part of him managed to reside in pure vanilla’s mind (don’t ask how this part even works just bare with me vro). Over the span of a few months shadow milk would mentally torture pure vanilla in an attempt to get him vulnerable enough to be able to control him, starting off as just simply annoying him but overtime becoming more and more horrible and traumatic. In the beginning vanilla would continuously resist against him, trying to stay strong and refuse to let shadow milk control him. This would happen around the same time lily was very mentally fragile after the events of beast yeast, elder faerie’s death AND her guilt of being DE, so at first she didnt really notice vanilla’s declining mental state, as he would mask it pretty well and was busy trying to help her. As lily got better vanilla simply just got worse and worse, the lack of sleep, how little hes been eating out of stress, and the horrible anxiety he had caused by shadow milk was taking a toll on him, as hed start to isolate himself and become more irritable and angry. Lily had started to suspect something was wrong with vanilla, as he isn’t like this at all, but when she’d question him and ask if he’s alright he’d either just lie and say everything was fine, push her and others away or just lash out a bit. Eventually shadow milk gave vanilla a choice, either 1: keep resisting and shadow milk would keep up the mental torture, or 2: give up and let shadow milk fully take over, that he would stop the torture and vanilla could finally be “free”. Vanilla just couldn’t take it anymore and decided to just stop resisting, letting the jester take over his mind and body, resulting in vanilla getting locked away within his own mind. Shadow milk having finally taken over takes a few days to regain the body’s physical strength and then causes havoc in the vanilla kingdom, later he goes to beast-yeast to cut down the silver tree. Lily chases after him, confronting him at the tree and they fight it out, she tries her hardest to talk her way through to him, trying to reach vanilla but to no avail, vanilla isn’t there anymore. She later has no choice but to seal him away, seal away her best friend, her best friend that was there for her, her best friend who she knew from their school days, and most painfully the one she fell in love with. She succeeds in sealing him away inside the tree, and as shes doing so she doesn’t see him as the evil beast he has become, instead she sees the little vanilla from their school days, she sees her very best friend, crying as he’s sealed away. Lily later on builds a shrine in beast-yeast in honor of him, to remember him, as she misses him dearly and regrets not doing anything while she could.

Mind you this was inspired from LULLABY FOR A PRINCESS out of all things (yes that one mlp fan song, shut up its good)

Plus here is a corrupted pv sprite edit, unsure what to name him, i was considering vanilla extract cookie but dunno, if yall got any name ideas pls tell me 😭😭😭

This au is still being developed so its bound to change but this is what i have so far!!! I rlly wanna keep working on this i just need to think. I wanna try writing a fic for funsies, im not rlly a writer tho so who knows!

Probably later ill post more things regarding this au since i have more stuff i wanna share! Bye bye for now :D