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thewhimsyturtle · 27 days ago
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Why is Monday allowed this week of all weeks? Why isn't this entire week a holiday?
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dizzybizz · 2 years ago
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ookie (and 1 doctor) @seasonalberries @eternal-moss
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starlitfunkster · 2 years ago
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[LRG]'s giant Kirby OC post
And by giant.. I mean I redesigned most of my Kirby OC's. Two I did back in January, and also adding newcomers. In total, I now have six OC's. Most being puffballs.. one dubiously a puffball, one's apart of the Waddle Dee species, and one is part cat.
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This is Sir Adne, one of the newcomers. He is an Ex-GSA knight, and one who's now training both Juniper and Locke. This is because he has orders from his Kingdom that he protects. He also looks after his crush, Princess Flora.
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Speaking of Princess Flora, here she is! She loves flowers, her people.. and especially her knight, Sir Adne! Though she seems like the person who wouldn't fight, she'll join in if the situation calls for it!
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Locke is a cat-like spirit in a puffball form who lost to Sir Adne. Now they follow him around idolizing him. They also are now training under him. Beware the yarn-bomb! It won't hurt, but you'll be immobilized!
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Juniper is a shy, mute Waddle Dee that wears leaves on their head. They treat it like it's hair.. even if it is just a pile of leaves. They befriended Locke and wanted to be as strong as Sir Adne. So they began practicing archery in their spare time.
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Cocoa is a child-hood friend of Flora's, and the artist within the Kingdom. She usually has two paint buckets, one filled with ordinary paint... the other has been spiked with all sorts of spices. It's best not to anger her...
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Milo was once friends with Sir Adne, back when he used to work with the GSA. Now he's become a warlock and intends on striking his old friend down. But you have to wonder.. why is he doing this? Surely one's behavior wouldn't change over night.. right?
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This is what Milo looks like when his eyes are not obscured. They look foggier when he was under that spell cast by Luna...
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Luna is a Succubus in disguise as a puffball. As a result, she has no intentions of following through with her desires. Why would she? She prefers instead seducing men with magic and making them fight their friends. As such, she is considered the embodiment of Lust to some. Others think she's just a coward who hides behind strong men.
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simmila · 2 months ago
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Girlies! - Part 2
Hello hi hi! Hope you have an amazing spooky day! Today i'm happy to release the second and last part of the Girlies Set! Once again its a mostly clutter pack to decor your sims bedroom or beauty corner. The toys and plushies have a variety of swatches for different characters, and the Sylvanian Families also have different species for each swatch.
This Post will also include a Download for both sets in one click, but if you want the separate packages you can find first set here (x). Part one got a small revamp to some meshes and textures, so i highly recommend to downloading it again, just remember to delete the old file!
---! This pack is now on Early Access, but it will be Available for free on December 30th. !---
THIS PACK INCLUDES A TOTAL OF 16 OBJECTS:
Sanrio Plushie (Includes Cinnamoroll and Capuccino swatches)
Sanrio Pillows (My Melody, Cinnamoroll, Sweet Piano and Pochacco- 2 swatches each)
Kirby Plushie
3 Sylvanian Families / Calico Critters Characters (Choco Bunny, Fennec Fox and Bear)
Flower Knows Lipgloss
Alarm Clock
2x1 Rug
Vintage Knitted Table Cloth
2 Handbags
Slippers
Nightstand, Shelf Ladder & Cupbard
You can find this Pack by typing "Simmila" or "Girlies" on the search bar. --- Patreon: Preview (x) // If you are a member: (x)
Hope you have fun decorating your builds! I will for sure use this one a lot in my save file :). Please tag me if you'd like to share, i love seeing your builds and creations!
With love, Simmila.
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uluvjay · 5 months ago
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How I think NHL players would kiss you..
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| JAMIE DRYSDALE | Jamie’s kisses are so soft and intimate, he goes for more of a quick peck in public but don’t doubt him once it’s just you two. He’s got a hand tangled in your hair while the other rests on your waist and he kisses you breathless, there’s nothing he loves more than feeling your body Pressed against his.
| COLE CAUFIELD |. So intimate, early morning kisses are his absolute favorite. There’s nothing he loves more than starting his day off with a soft make out sesh in bed. His hands are either resting on your waist or hips as he kisses you, sometimes even running under your shirt to rub slow circles on your back. A big cheek kiss guy especially when he knows cameras are around, he loves loving on you but it’s something he does his best to keep between you two.
| MASON MCTAVISH | he’s a slut for you, there’s no other way to put it. He loves to kiss you, love on you, touch you, feel you. He’ll keep a hand on the back of your head while the other holds your waist as he devours your lips. he loves feeling your fingers tangle in his curls, or grip his shoulders when he kisses you so good that your knees begin to buckle.
| BRANDT CLARKE |. Sweetest kisses, he loves kissing your cheeks, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth until you drag his lips to yours. He pulls you flush against him as he kisses you slow and gentle, sometimes he’s a little cheeky and nips at your bottom lip. His hands wander, sometimes they rest on your ass, other times your waist, or your cheeks. Don’t let him get tipsy because the second he does he’s begging for kisses, doesn’t care who’s around as long as he gets to feel your lips against his.
| KIRBY DACH |. Forehead kisses galore, it’s one of his favorite spots to kiss but don’t get it twisted he’s obsessed with your lips. He loves holding you close by your waist as he kisses you with PURE LOVE. One of his favorite ways to kiss you though is when you’re sat comfortably in his lap and he gets to run his hands all around your body; thighs, hips, neck, and a nice grip on your hair when things get heated. He’s a sucker for jaw kisses and it’s one of the quickest ways to get him to melt, one kiss and its game over, his large hands are scooping you up and carrying you to bed in SECONDS.
| MACKIE SAMOSKEVICH | He loves kissing you, he would do it all day if he could. His hands always find themselves on your ass anytime he’s kissing you, sometimes even slips them in your back pockets if it’s a family setting and he doesn’t wanna get caught. He loves when you sit on his lap because it allows him to kiss you all he wants and tease you by nipping at your sweet spot until he has you begging for more. He’s a goner when your nails scratch at his scalp or run through his hair when you’re kissing.
| ADAM FANTILLI |. His kisses are so gentle but intimate, he loves loving on you and he’s not afraid to show it. His hands are always either on your waist or hips, especially when he’s kissing you. He def chases your lips and pulls you back in for another kiss when you pull away first, he’s not done until you both are in desperate need for oxygen.
| LUKE HUGHES | Luke keeps your lip locking behind closed doors, if it’s just you two he’s cradling your cheek as he kisses you sweetly, so soft that he has butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Now if it’s in front of friends and family he’s going for hand and forehead kisses, the kind of kisses that show you he loves you he just likes keeping his strong affection for just you two.
| COLE SILLINGER | Hot but gentle, he’ll tease you slightly before finally kissing you. His hands rest on the booty or waist at all times and this man turns into putty when your hands tangle in his hair. He loves nipping at your bottom lip and you quite literally have to be on the verge of passing out from the lack of air before he willing pulls away. He loves cooking dinner together because it always ends up with you planted on the counter while he stands between your legs and makes out with you softly, it’s his favorite pass time till dinner is done.
| JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY | this man is obsessed with every single inch of you, his hands don’t leave your ass when he’s kissing you unless it’s a public setting but even then they’re teetering on the edge of touching it. He loves the feeling of your lips against his especially when things get heated, he’ll even sometimes slip a hand to the base of your throat squeezing just enough to make a moan emerge from you as a shit eating smirk fills his face. He’s down so bad for you but he doesn’t give a damn, he’d worship you on his knees for you if you asked because he’s what you deserve.
| MATT REMPE |. He kisses so intense and intimate, he looooovs holding your face and tracing a thumb over your cheekbone as he kisses you. If his hands aren’t cupping your cheeks then they’re running along your body, they make stops at your hips, and bum with gentle gropes before continuing on their journey. He loves hard and he has no issue with showing you just how much he loves you. He loves when you clean him up after a fight and place little kisses along his cuts and scabs before patching him up. He always finds himself placing a soft kiss to your forehead after you’ve fallen asleep, he’s not sure if you ever feel it but he always makes sure to do it.
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They are friends!
I love them too much, it makes me wanna cry. Happy and sad tears ((´д`))
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you could've been me
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coffeekittycatt · 20 days ago
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Birthday Wish - Pt 2 ⋆˙⟡♡
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Link to Pt 1:
Part 1 Scenario: You wished Rafayel was a real person on your birthday. That very night, he ends up at your door. You can’t believe it, but he embraces you in a sweet hug and you both share a romantic and steamy kiss. Now he wants to see your bedroom.
Notes: - NSFW, MDNI, Someone asked me for a part 2 so hope you all enjoy. This was my first real attempt at writing anything spicy besides a kiss so be patient with me 🙂‍↕️ wc: 2,071
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“Show me your bedroom, my love.” He whispers to me. His intoxicating scent of white musk hits me, and his buttery voice persuades me right away. I try calming the adrenaline from our sudden makeout session with a deep breath as I guide Rafayel to my room.
My bedroom isn’t exactly “romantic hook up” ready. I have a small twin bed, cozy, but made for one. The corner of my room is stashed with pushies, lots of Kirby’s and Pokemon. “Here it is..,” I say to him as we take a stop. He must sense my nerves, as he leans down in front of me slightly to meet my face, and he tells me, “It’s perfect, small and full of adorableness, just like you.” I giggle at his comforting gesture. “Thank you.” I happen to look over his shoulder and see one complication. My vibrator. On my nightstand. No, no, no! How embarrassing!! Rafayel turns his head to see what I am staring at. “What are you scouting for cutie? Oh-“ He stops leaning down where I am and takes a few steps in the direction of my forbidden toy. I attempt to cover my eyes. I have no excuse for this. Rafayel picks up the small, lime green vibrator. His eyebrow raises and he looks back at me. “What is this green contraption?” Before I can choke up a random word besides “vibrator”, he flips the device around and finds the “on/off” button. His eyes widen as his finger presses down and we both hear the “buzzzzzz”. As if I wasn’t already blushing so much that my cheeks could practically cook an egg on top of themselves, I scurry and grab the vibrator to shut it off. “It’s nothing! Just a toy.” I say. Maybe if I play it cool, he will drop it. I do have lots of “normal” toys sitting around my room anyway. He looks down at the vibrator in my hand once more and glances back up at me, this time with a glint of amusement and something else I can’t put my finger on.
He smirks slightly and asks, “Tell me love, how do you *play* with this toy?” He takes a seat on my bed and his long-fingered, slender hand pats close beside him. He gets comfortable and grabs the nearest throw pillow and covers his lap. Why cover your lap? I think to myself. Maybe that is just how he likes to sit? I shrug off the question and take a seat. My heart has calmed since our first meet in the kitchen, but sitting this close beside Rafayel is making my tummy weak. I am letting him lead the conversation. I don’t want to ruin this amazing night by saying something stupid. After getting settled, I attempt to dodge the outright question. “How do you think I play with this toy?” I brace, hoping this will sway our conversation in a less embarrassing light for me. He licks his lips and I see a faint pink color roll onto his cheeks. He quietly clears his throat before speaking. “If I am not mistaken, my love, you pleasure yourself with this toy.” I open my mouth slightly and look away, totally in awe of how bold his comment is. Not only does his remark flush my body with a quiet shame, but such a dirty question heard from his sexy voice sparks a quick wetness in my pants. This man can make me choke and pass out on my own air. “Am I right?” He smiles while continuing and cocks his head to the side. “Yes..” I whisper and look down, not sure what else to say. I am not used to anyone talking so vulgar to me, boldly asking what I do in my private time. “Can you show me, princess?”
His sudden words strike me like lightning, my wetness now soaking underneath me. I feel an air of excitement at his suggestion, the fact that he wants to see me play with myself. Another part of me was apprehensive. Would he like my body? As I am lost in the moment, Rafayel leans forward towards me. His hands are on the bed holding him up, and he gives me a tender kiss, tongue slipping into my mouth and blessing me with his sweet, seductive taste. I can’t help but moan into his lips as he places his thumb on my cheek to hold me. “Do you want to show me?” He pauses to ask me with a sweet but mischievous expression. I didn’t realize Rafayel would be so eager to see this happen. I nod and smile, my body happily melting at his words.
He helps me pull my top off, showing my chest. A white, lacey bra is revealed, waiting to say hello to him. I watch his reaction as the whole sweatshirt is removed. His face is even more flushed now, so much so that I feel less embarrassed but empowered to make this pretty man’s cheeks as pink as possible. He suddenly pulls me closer, my knees holding me up on the bed as Rafayel puts his hands on my body. Fingers explore my back and my bralette suddenly unclips. I gasp at the event, my folds tingling in reaction. I need him, I thought. His lips land on the top of my left breast. He begins kissing and I feel a sudden cool air against my nipples as my bra drops. Rafayel stops what he’s doing to admire my chest. “So fucking beautiful, princess,” he says while taking a glance up at me. My hands run through his soft, purple hair, slightly gesturing him to keep going. He sighs a hot, lustful breath onto my chest, making my skin shiver with arousal. He keeps kissing, leaving electrifying splotches all over. He begins licking my nipple, first flicking his tongue to get my reaction. My whimpering had only just begun as he seemed satisfied to take it further. He begins sucking and nibbling. Moans escape my lips, only egging him on more. He sucks one nipple, a “pop” leaving his lips as he rewards the other with the same treatment. Rafayel seems hungry for more. His breaths are deeper, slower. He sits back for a second. “Does my princess want to show me how she pleases herself now?” My underwear is a mess from his touches, his delicious kisses. “Since you’re so eager.” I smile with a new feeling of comfortableness. “Fuck yes,” he replies with a sweet grin. He quickly moves over so I can have room on the small bed beneath us. I take off my leggings, leaving my lower half exposed to him. His eyes soak in the view, and he looks at me as if he just found himself the perfect cup of ice water on a blazing hot day. His eyes beam with desire for my body. “God..” He says, almost speechless. He helps me lie down, my head and back leaning against my headboard. He lies at my feet on his belly. He runs his hands on my thighs, caressing them before slowly opens my legs. “Oh fuck.. “ He bites his lower lip, almost stopping himself from outright devouring me. I notice the lime green vibrator now in his hand. He notices my glance. “Oh, my princess wants to play now, doesn’t she? Tell me, who do you think would be better at pleasing you? Me, or the toy?” He asks. The moment stills only for a second before he breaks the silence. Two long fingers slide deep inside me. I gasp in surprise and catch myself, soon feeling an overwhelming pleasure soon after. “Relax my love, I’ll make it feel good.” He says to me. He starts to pump the digits in a soft but steady pace. His fingers are curved slightly, making every dip deliciously electrifying. My back arches and my body unconsciously shimmies downwards, wanting to help ride his fingers myself. Another jolt of surprise hits me as I hear the buzz of the toy awakened and the bulbous tip touches my sensitive nub. Whimpers leave my lips as the feelings overtake me. Rafayel dips his fingers in and out of me in small bursts, letting the toy overstimulate me. As I feel my body draw closer, he turns the toy off. I breathe out for a second, my head warm from the pleasure. “I love the look on your face, princess. Your pretty hole fits my fingers nicely,” he says while showing me his two digits decorated with my cream. “What a good girl you are taking my fingers. But now it’s my turn in this competition.” He lets the toy leave his hands as it rolls onto the floor somewhere. His face fully flushed with pink as he leans his face down towards my slit.
My stomach tightens as his face inches towards my core. His beautiful lips reaching to taste my juices. A kiss is laid on my clit and his tongue slowly makes its way, circling the nub. His wet lips kiss and suck gently, leaving me to arch my back. He holds my hips down as he continues to explore with his mouth. “God.. you taste so good. You’re all mine.” He says in a busy, mumbled manner. His exploration takes him lower, and soon enough he slides his tongue inside me. In and out, he stretches my delicate hole, tasting more of my wetness. He moans his hot breath onto me as his tongue fucks me, making me grab my own breast in response. Rafayel notices and reaches up to play with my nipple. He pinches gently and twists, leaving me even more a mess as his hot, wet mouth has made its way back to sucking and licking my clit. He begins pumping digits back into me as he eats me. I feel myself getting close to the edge, my ears ringing from pure arousal and my head almost spinning. “That’s right. Good girl. Tell me how good it feels.” He demands from me. “S-So good Raf-f..,” I try to obediently answer, but my body has reached the limit. I see stars as my orgasm arrives. Moans leave me uncontrollably, and tears form in my eyes. I lie still for a moment, letting my body come down from this high. Still panting and legs shaking, I look at Rafayel. He begins leaning against the wall, sitting on the bed. He has his fingers in his mouth that were previously drenched with my wetness. He’s sucking on them and suddenly, I notice his pants are undone. He reveals a curved length with a pink, bulbous tip. Precum is spilled down onto his fingertips as he wraps his hand around his own cock. He moans, “mmm”, removing his fingers from his mouth after tasting me. He starts pumping himself, fast and hard. His breathing hot and a beam of sweat leaving his forehead. He looks my way and continues, “Such a beautiful mess you are, cumming all over my fingers-s like that. You’re such a naughty girl, only for me..mm.” Not long after, I sense he’s about to release. His face flushed in sweat and swirls of pink. I hurry and lean over his length, ready to help. “Oh, my princess wants a taste? Gonna be a good girl and swallow me whole?” My lips reach his tip and a long, sweet squirt fills my mouth. I feel Rafayel grunt and shake a bit as he releases. His panting and breathing relaxes as he finishes. I swallow what’s left of his decadent cream. He immediately offers me his hoodie sleeve to wipe my mouth and kisses my cheek.
After our long, steamy session had ended, Rafayel grabs all the pillows he can find and fluffs them. Wrapping his arms around me, we lie our heads down. He snuggles against me, and says kindly, “I hope I fulfilled all your wishes tonight.” “You did,” I replied and turned to face him. My eyes get heavy and teardrops start to form at the base. “I just wish this night could last forever. I am sure you have to leave soon..right? It’ll be so lonely with you gone.” I ask with a sigh as a tear falls slowly down my cheek. His pinkish-blue eyes look at me sadly. This whole night had been magical. Totally unexpected, but experiencing a night with Rafayel in real life made me feel so elated that I would be heartbroken to see him leave. He places his thumb on my cheek and wipes my tear. He caresses me. “My love, you have never been alone. I have always been here for you, even if it was just through a screen. And remember, your birthday isn’t over yet. Anything you wish for I will make happen, just for you.
So now, I promise. I will never leave your side.” He says, kissing my forehead.
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tainted-liquor · 1 year ago
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'Watch Your Fucking Mouth! ...₊˚⊹♡ Ft. 42Miles
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...˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
e42!Miles Morales x Autistic!BlackFem!Reader
ingredients: Sugar, Lemon zest, n a lil bit of smiles!
TWs: 'ual harrasment, Miles choosing violence, cussing, bullying
A/N: this is designed for blackfem readers on the mild to moderate end of the autism spectrum. NOT every autistic person is the same, but this is specifically modeled based on MY experience with autism, because this is how I see the world. Enjoy
Reader has a kirby/retro games special interest btw
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For the past 7 months, you've been dating your beloved boyfriend, Miles Morales! Of course, this was way easier said than done. Miles had a permanent stone face, a smooth and focused voice, and struggled to describe or depict his emotions. Regardless of that small barrier, he made every effort in the world to make sure you understood where he was coming from. By now he had a pretty good understanding of what to do and what not to do, even going so far as developing somewhat of a routine with you.
You were walking hand in hand with Miles, listening to him recall his day before you briefly paused to look at a cute little shop housing tons of adorable plushies, but most importantly Kirby plushies. Miles stopped, watching as you stared down the cute little sleeping Kirby in the window. Miles chuckled to himself, finding the whole ordeal adorable as you ripped your eyes away from the display window. "You want that plush, huh?" He asked, leading you back in the direction of the tiny store as you nodded eagerly. "Aight, c'mon. Go get it" he nodded as his heart throbbed in his chest while he watched your face light up.
You left the store with 2 new action figures that you fought to pay for and several Kirby plushies. "Happy?" he asked, smiling subtly as his hand found purchase right in yours. "Mhm! I fucking love Kirby man he's just so...cool!" you beamed, rocking your arms side to side with joy. "Aight, c'mon. I gotta get you home before your mom blow my top off" he chuckled, rolling his eyes with faux annoyance as he led you home. "'Kay. Can you walk me to school tomorrow, please?" you asked, gazing into the paper bag holding your merchandise.
"Of course, mama. You want me to bring you a croissant from that bakery?" He asked, watching your side profile with a soft smile gracing his features. "Yes please!" You beamed while rounding the corner to your house. "I think when I get home I'm gonna play with my kitchen set or something...that shit was fun" You giggled as Miles pretended to help you up the stairs like a bodyguard, pressing his imaginary earpiece and muttering an 'all clear'. You waved goodbye, peppering every inch of his face with kisses and tiny bites.
The next day rolled around within the blink of an eye, prompting you to do your daily routine of a hot shower and self-care. You quickly touched up your Fulani braids, slicking down your edges and adding pink star clips to tie the look together before throwing on your uniform, mentally cringing at how the waistband felt against your stomach. You charged down the stairs with your backpack, waiting on the couch for a couple of minutes before getting a text from Miles informing you that he was outside. You flung the front door open, immediately smiling as you caught sight of your boyfriend. "Hey Miles!"
"Hey. I gotchu your croissant, c'mon" he smiled as he gestured behind him with his head. You locked your front door, walking alongside him as he handed you your food and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You walked the entire way to school, giggling like children as you showed him some dumb 'school tea pages' on your phone. "Niggas be irritatin'...HELP LOOK AT THIS ONE!" you guffawed, tears clouding your eyes as you showed Miles a 'lala bop' video. His eyes widened, jaw hanging open as he read the caption before bursting out in laughter.
"Nah that's TRAGIC...how you 15 with 17 bodies? That's fucking CRAZY!" He gasped, shaking his head in disbelief as you made your way into school. "Aight, Imma see you during 3rd, okay?" He reassured, giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking in the direction of his advisory. You waved bye in between bites of your croissant as you skipped over to your advisory, ready for another boring and dull day of school. You hated the constant cycle of sad blue and white days, praying that something would spice up the day. Well, you got your wish! It just wasn't what you were expecting...at all.
Miles walked through the halls, scrolling through your Instagram on his phone before deciding to make a slight detour to the bathroom. He huffed in annoyance as he saw a small line leading out of the boy's bathroom, opting to lean on a neighboring locker while he continued to mind the business that paid him. "YEO! Miles!" Someone shouted, prompting him to snap his head towards the noise. He locked eyes with his friend Terrence, smirking slightly as he dapped him up. "What's good witchu? You trynna skip 1st period?" Miles asked as he tucked his phone in his back pocket.
"Yessir. Who the fuck bouta be up at 8 AM doing math? They must be fuckin' stupid or some shit, like. Fuck is you talkin' bout" Terrence complained, rolling his eyes with an obvious grimace. "Nah, I feel you. I just do the homework they posted cuz fuck I needa go to the class for if you post the lessons?" Miles grunted, dawning the same grimace as his homie. "Bullshit, that's what it is. But YO! I heard from niggas that you dating what's her name now?" Terrence poked, smirking slightly. "Y/N," Miles corrected "And yes, that's my girl. Why?" He asked, furrowing his brows slightly and turning his head to the side. "Okay, I see you my boy. Her shit mad yurky too I understand" Terrence joked, elbowing Miles slightly with a...disgustingly lustful expression.
"Pardon?" Miles asked, leaning his head towards the shorter boy in an attempt to make sense of his previous sentence. "I'm sayin', she got a body on her. Can't be there for the personality, that bitch a fuckin' geek, just tell her you trynna hit!" Terrence giggled. "Yo, Terrence. Watch your fucking mouth" Miles spat, feeling anger and rage bubble throughout his veins. "My bad gang, I assumed you was in it to hit it! C'mon man, don't tell me you like-"
BOOM!
There was a universal wave of "OHHHH!" and gasps. Splotches of blood littered the floor as the metal locker dented slightly. "Say it again. So I can fuck you up, c'mon" Miles grunted, delivering a disgustingly heavy kick to Terrance's head. "No te quedes callado ahora, vamos" He giggled, leaning back against the locker like nothing ever happened. The news took absolutely zero time to get to you, considering you were two rooms down from the actual fight. "Fuck" you whispered, mentally preparing yourself to have to yell at your boyfriend for two hours.
"MILES FUCKING GONZALO MORALES! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WHY WERE YOU EVEN FIGHTING THE NIGGA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" You screamed as soon as Miles showed up at your bedroom window after school. "Baby I'm not gonna subject you to the shit he was saying, but just know it was for you" He cooed, subtly ignoring the fact that you were practically berating him in real time as he mushed his cheek against yours. "DO YOU EVEN HEAR ME RIGHT NOW?" You yelled, ripping his face away from yours as you held his jaw in both hands. "Yes, 'm sorry. I swear I am, but I do not like when niggas talk about my girl" he grunted as he rolled his eyes. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you called upon your ancestors to give you the strength to deal with this boy.
"Look, I can handle myself. Don't do that shit again, aight?"
"Yes my love."
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@ashsostrange @chessbox @faeriesoiree333 @janaeby @an1bara @fivestardior
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slxsherr · 2 years ago
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Softer Than Shadow
pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader
summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.
wc: 2239
warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie
a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol
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When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited. 
You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink. 
Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing. 
The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.
“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you. 
Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her. 
“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door. 
“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.
“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside. 
“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him. 
The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question. 
Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away. 
You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor. 
The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up. 
The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question. 
“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you. 
“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask. 
“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.
“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.
“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.
“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.
“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes. 
“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown. 
“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that���s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.
“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news. 
“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events. 
“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away. 
“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed. 
“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.
“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least. 
Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them. 
“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”
“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment. 
“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information. 
“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else. 
Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy. 
There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.
“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.
“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you. 
Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans. 
Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster. 
“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts. 
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself. 
“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.
Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out. 
He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.
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turcott3 · 3 months ago
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nothing matters but you
kirby dach x fem! reader
warnings?: cursing, mentions of blood, fluff
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you sat on your couch watching your long term boyfriend’s preseason game on the couch of your shared apartment. you were happier than ever to see him back out on the ice.
“no no what the fuck.” you gasp, seeing the hit laid on him, hitting the ice hard, and slow to get up.
your heart began to race, thumping harshly in your chest.
“no no no no, no this can’t be.” you repeat, watching the replay of the hit.
“mother fucker,” you scoff, the guy only receiving a 2 minute minor penalty as kirby is helped off the ice and into the locker room.
it’s like last season all over again. the worst deja vu you could ever ask for. you sat and watched your phone waiting for it to ring, surprisingly only lighting up with a text from your mother.
maybe it’s not bad, he would only call you if it it was bad, right?
your knee bounced up and down rapidly, waiting for intermission to be over.
“come on kirbs, please be okay.” you groan, the period about to start. as the break ended, the camera shows your boyfriend on the ice with his teammates, a huge sigh of relief exhaling from your mouth. soon after it started, he scored, looking as proud as ever, even being a little physical, further proving he was feeling better.
not that you wanted him to continue playing after that hit.
when the game was close to a close, he tossed the gloves with the man that laid a hit on him in the first period, pounding him with right hooks as he drug him to the ground, being escorted off to the locker room.
you could hardly wait for him to come home, your knee continuing to bounce until you heard the front door open. you shot up off the couch once you heard the lock turn, anxiously waiting for him to round the corner, a stern look on his face.
“hi baby.” you coo, signaling for him to come over to you, opening your arms, wrapping them around the back of his neck as he hugged you warmly.
“hi.” he replies, his voice muffled by your hair.
“you watch the game?” he asks lowly, pulling away, hands placed lightly on your waist still.
“of course i did, i wouldn’t miss it. how are you feeling? i’m worried about you.” you frown, combing his hair out of his eyes.
“i feel okay. the hit really shook me up, i was so scared.” he says.
“i know honey, i could tell.” you reply with a frown, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you hugged back onto him.
“i just didn’t want to have to deal with a concussion again, especially since im just now healthy.”
“yeah, i understand.” you reply.
“it did feel nice to whoop his ass though.” he giggles lightly.
“oh im sure, its been a while since you’ve done that.”
“no kidding, i just have a pounding headache and my knuckles are a little bloody. and i guess my lip too.” he replies.
“let’s get you all cleaned up and grab you some ibuprofen, sound good?” you offer, him taking your face lightly into his hands.
“sounds perfect my love, thank you.” he smiles, pressing a short kiss to your forehead before he followed you into the bathroom, shutting the toilet lid and sitting on top of it.
“you looked really fucking hot and badass out there you know?” you giggle, pressing cotton balls lightly soaked in alcohol to his cuts, which he hissed in response to before you pressed a short kiss to each and every cut and bruise on the boy. his smile growing with every kiss.
“well it was just for you.” he teases, rounding his arms behind your thighs and pulling you closer between his legs, the smile on your face growing wider.
“well i’m a real lucky girl.” you reply, egging him on.
“no, i’m the lucky one. don’t get it twisted.” he giggles, squeezing the back of your thighs with his hands as he smiled up at you, leaning down for a sweet kiss.
“all better?” you ask, pulling away.
“all better.” he smiles contently, picking you up off the ground as he stood up, startling you, dropping the cotton balls on the counter as he carried you to the bed, tossing you onto it.
“kirby hey, don’t throw me.” you giggle, tucking yourself under the covers.
“well you didn’t say that last night did you?” he winks, you rolling your eyes in response.
“whatever. just get in bed, and here take these for your headache.” you say grabbing the pills from your nightstand and handing them over to him.
“thank you baby.” he replies, leaning over and kissing you again before taking them, and climbing into bed with you, opening his arms for you to lay tucked up in his side, your head resting on his chest as he twirled your soft hair between his fingers in a comfortable silence.
“you really did do amazing tonight kirbs, that goal was amazing, i’m so fucking proud of you, and how far you’ve come. you’re incredible. i wish i could’ve been there” you say, your thumb lightly running back and forth over his bare chest.
“thank you sweet girl. that means a lot to me. and i wish you were to but it’s okay, i was pissed i don’t think you want to see that.” he giggles lightly, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.
“you think you would’ve scared me off?”
“well, maybe?”
“nothing you could ever do would scare me off kirby, i love you, you know that.”
“and i love you, i would just hate for you to see that side of me in real time.”
“i can handle it no matter what, because you’re still mine and i’ll always support you m’love.” you say quietly.
“thank you baby, not sure how i got lucky landing you but im so glad i did.” he replies, pressing a handful of soft kisses to your lips before the both of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in each other just like every night, not a thing ever changing between the two of you.
just pure love.
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thewhimsyturtle · 1 month ago
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I woke up, and it's yet another terrible day.
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gothicknightz · 2 years ago
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family ties | ethan landry
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notes: oh boy you guys are gonna like this one. VERY MAJOR SCREAM SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!! I cannot get any more specific than that.
part 2 out now!
When she moved to New York with her best friend, they both had planned on getting an average college education, having fun, and graduating. 
That was it.
Why couldn’t it have been that simple?
The four of them were stranded in the abandoned lobby of the theatre when Sam had gotten a call from the Detective, claiming that he had done some digging into Kirby and that she was let go from the FBI a couple of months ago for being mentally unstable, and he believes she is the killer.
She quickly turned her attention towards Sam, “What?” She snapped, her arm still wrapped up from her paired attack alongside Mindy on the subway. 
Putting a foot down, she crossed her arms, “There’s no way we can stay here.” Attempted to try the entrance in which they came in, to find out it was locked, “Shit.” She turned around quickly to face the, “It’s locked.”
The group frantically looked for a way out of the theatre, as they weren’t going to be trapped with the possible killers. Tara had noticed some sort of fire escape, but that wasn’t until Ghostface appeared and attacked the group, which they fought back. 
Chad decided it was a good time to be a hero, as he fought against Ghostface so that the girls could run. This proved to be a bad decision for him, as a second Ghostface came up and started stabbing alongside the other before ushering the trio back into the theatre.
As the five of them make their way back into the theatre, Kirby suddenly reappears out of nowhere and claims that she was knocked out by two Ghostfaces, but the trio can’t trust her after the Detective’s claims, who arrives subsequently after Kirby.
After what seemed to be a battle for trust, the Detective shoots Kirby, revealing himself as the third killer.
(y/n) screams as she was the closest, her heart racing in anticipation, afraid of what was going to happen next when the other two Ghostfaces de-mask themselves. Subsequently, after the Detective reveals himself to be the third killer, the Ghostface wearing Nancy Loomis’ mask revealed himself.
It was Ethan, (y/n)’s best friend. The friend she had planned on getting a college education and graduating with. The friend she had known for years, the friend who was responsible for their firsts.
Somebody she had trusted.
It was then revealed that Quinn was the final Ghostface, much to everyone’s shock, as they had seen and heard of the brutal murder Quinn had endowed.
The trio was cornered at each end by the three killers, with Sam slowly connecting the pieces that all three of the killers were related to none other than Richie Kirsch, one of the killers of the Woodboro Massacre in 2022.
As the trio was attacked and coerced back to the center of the theatre by the killers, the Detective sighed, “It wasn’t until I saw that photograph of what you had actually done to him, that I knew.”
“That I knew you had to fucking die- that you had to be punished, along with anyone else who stands in our way.”
Pushed and insulted by Quinn, Sam, and Tara were forced to stand in front of the Detective, with Ethan taking hold of (y/n), and holding a knife to her throat.
As the Detective went on about how he indulged in his son’s love for the Stab movies, and how they were a bit dark for him, he explained that there was no deeper bond than of a father and his firstborn.
“Despite the loss of Richie, I couldn’t have been happier after learning of a new addition to our family.”
The look on both the sisters’ faces was beyond puzzled as they watched the detective make grandiose gestures as he waved the gun in (y/n)’s direction.
“I knew it was a bit young for those two to get hitched, but,” the Detective paused, taking a breath for a brief smile, “She made it a lot easier to get us in here, and I’ve never been more proud of a future daughter in law, right (y/n)?”
The Carpenter sisters had another round of fear and shock as they turned their heads to one of the closest friends the gang had had, with even Mindy trusting them.
(y/n) was breaking away from a kiss with Ethan as Tara and Sam watched them in awe, the girl breaking into a fit of giggles and a content sigh.
“You know, Sam,” She said, turning towards the illegitimate daughter of the original Ghostface with her boyfriend slash fiance’s knife in hand, “You should really save the date.” She took a swing at the eldest Carpenter sister and laughed.
“Because it does fucking run in the family.”
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knowmypower · 3 months ago
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i was wondering what it be like if Toad once hanged out with Meta Knight and Peach, supposedly imo Toad could learn and be a bit like a warrior himself to protect the mushroom Kingdom from the bad guys but what are your thoughts on that? even thought toad isn't a character in smash he is used as defense for Peach so it can fit. anyways I wanted to say as well I love all of your blog drawings and artistic style, it's always able to smile my day up a bit more and incase of a bad day completely forgot the problem and focus on all of these drawings :) keep it going and never give up on making people happy. (+ can you draw the 3 hanging out somewhere? not forcing ofc cause its your blog and I'm happy enough you just responding back to me) tumblr users like you are the reason I'm so back into Mario and Kirby games again with all the art and amazing distinct wholesome style :D alright that's all I got to say but know I'll always try my best to see your drawings and posts :3 peace out... at least for now ^^
i love that idea!! i think meta knight would really respect toad for always being at peach's defense in battle, and certainly wouldn't object to training with him if he wanted to hone his skills and do even more for peach and her kingdom! plus if you consider that toad to be captain toad, they could go on expeditions together lol. who knows, meta knight might even learn something from toad…especially in the campfire cooking department 😆 it'd be a really wholesome friendship.
and thank you so much for all your incredibly kind words!! i never really thought my smashverse/crossover stuff would be of particular interest to anyone outside of my own little corner, so i'm really happy to hear it's been making YOU happy! 😭🙏 here's a lil doodle for your time <3
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octobobble · 2 months ago
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Hi I’m here to share my Metadad thoughts.
Basically as much as I love wholesome Metadad and such I think it’s also really fucking interesting to explore the dynamic of Meta Knight being a mentor and parental figure to Kirby because like. That man is not normal. He sucks at emotions and has clearly gone through some shit and I think he needs to go in the martyr complex timeout corner because like. Just look at him and how he acts. There has to be so much that he’s probably like projected onto Kirby without even realizing it during training because like. Yeah he’s honorable and such but also he’s got shit he is not working through like he should. I just know there’s been a moment or two where Dedede’s like “hey what are you teaching this kid” because Meta’s martyr complex has started to affect Kirby’s willingness to do Anything to help his friends no matter how dangerous. And they both know Kirby can take care of himself but also it’s still very worrying. I’m not saying wholesome stuff is bad I’m just obsessed with themes of generational trauma and breaking the cycle and how kids will pick up on some things even if you try really hard to ignore it. I’d write a fic about it if I had the confidence but I don’t so instead I’m gonna shatter like glass.
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s0m30nesd3v · 3 months ago
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My Dale dimmadome HC
• Dale owns a Nintendo 64
• He LOVES the OG Doom series and has a signed copy of the first game from John Romero
• he refuses to let Dev touch his game collection
• Dale enjoys the Kirby games, as they are his second favorite
• Dale can get clingy if his S/O is carrying Dev, even if he's a grown ass man
• He legit has gray hairs, but has it dyed as he doesn't wanna look "old"
• Man literally fucking does what every company does during pride, that damn rainbow and promotional stuff for the LGBTQ+ peeps.
• He is DISGUSTED by bugs and really hates them.
• If you throw a lemon at him, he'll scream and cry in a corner like that one SCP
• He CAN and WILL snort coke to get through work or just to party, even if his son is in the same building.
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lucawrites11 · 7 months ago
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the lionesses biggest problems against france and my solutions
keira walsh unable to lose her marker
the lack of a left footed centreback
poor defending of corners especially from hampton
terrible substitutions
a lack of speed and players in the box
a lack of creativity in line-ups making us completely predictable
okay, let's look at these problems in depth:
sarina loves a 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1 looking something like this:
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however this line-up has multiple problems. the first is that it's predictable, it is a slight modification of the same line-up with the same people that has been used since the euros except it no longer has the same level of success because the opposition has figured out it's weaknesses.
the first major risk is the reliance of Keira Walsh. Germany had figured this out by the Euros Final. as one of the best holding midfielder in the world, she's absolutely crucial in terms of the passes she provides forward and her ball recovery but if you just put one player on her all game (in France's case it was Kenza Dali) you can mark her out and remove England's ball recovery ability and ensure that they struggle to get the ball forward.
Another weakness is that if Sarina choses to start Greenwood, as she did yesterday, there is no defender with a good left foot and that leaves the defence vulnerable and also limits the connection that Hemp can have with her full-back down the left. Furthermore, without Lauren James, Ella Toone doesn't provide the same speed running in behind in the 10 role and that switch with Russo to allow Russo to overload the midfield and start goal scoring play. It was something that she did multiple times against France but Toone didn't make her way into the box like James and there is no finishing. English is struggling without that out and out striker, and Lauren James compensated for that gap. Without James, speed in the frontline is also lost, leaving Hemp the fastest forward player and no one chasing after her to get into the box with her.
Also loosing Earps meant that Hampton was shaky and thrown off coming on and she has never been as strong at set piece defending. Khiara may be a better option to defend set pieces where France are deadly but that's too much pressure for a debut game almost. I would like to see Khiara get her first England cap in the next Ireland match to allow be more of an option for Sarina as competition for Earps and Hampton. Sarina also failed in terms of not making a subsitution until the seventieth minute and bringing on experience where England clearly needed more speed and fresh legs. Leaving Jess Naz, Grace Clinton and Jess Park's speed on the bench was criminal.
what's the solution?
in my opinion, sarina has to use an entirely new line-up that does a few things:
either takes Walsh off the pitch or uses a midifeld overload that allows her more freedom
brings more speed into the attacking line
places a winger or ten behind Russo with the ability to get into the box
makes space for a left-footed centreback
there are a few options:
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this is my least favourite option. it solves the keira walsh problem by taking her off the pitch but that leaves stanway as the sole holding midfielder. furthermore, it gives space for a left footed centreback in alex greenwood but it means bronze is pushed into the midfield which she can play effectively and would allow for speed in the attack but can leave a defensive hole on the wings. also without a clear left midfielder (carter could maybe play where i've place clinton and if she does, clinton should replace kirby). however clinton has speed to get into the box and as does kirby. this is also tiring for the midfield however england does have the midfield depth to bring on in park.
4-4-2 (diamond)
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4-4-2 is on the left and the diamond option is on the right
both are strong choices for this england side and i think that hemp can also play up front next to russo with mead on the right with bronze and clinton or stanway on the left. two centre-forwards in russo and mead/hemp allows the centrebacks to be occupied and for a high press which can interfere with the french attempt to play out from the back that they love. clinton allows has the pace to run in behind when russo or mead manage to steal the ball allowing for a quick counter attack. four in the midfield can also overload the three that the french place in the there and challenge their ability to mark keira walsh out of the game. furthermore, a strong press in russo and hemp/mead allows the midfield be bypassed because the four doesn't always provide a full overload. two upfront can also compensate for when russo drops into the midfield and to hold up the ball, this also allows for the full overload with five in the midfield to pull markers off keira. with a strong left back in greenwood who can play centreback, williamson can also drop into the midfield for an overload. a four at the back with the left-footed defender allows for a deep block if the ball is lost, something that is likely to happen if france play in the midfield again.
3-5-2
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this is my favourite line-up
the five in the midfield allows for a complete overload that can release walsh and give her the freedom to pass forward. furthermore, there is the left-footed centreback in greenwood. bronze and hemp playing as wing-backs also allows for a deep block when they drop back and they are both fast at getting both back and forward on the defense and attack which can be the main weakness of this line-up however bronze and hemp can play well as wing-backs. furthermore, bronze, hemp and clinton can overload the final third to support the high press of russo and mead that ensures players in the box and speed on a break to that can work quickly to throw off a french defense and a build up of play from the back
i think this will solve a lot of england's problems going forward and back and release keira walsh in the midfield as well as throwing france off with a new line-up that they wouldn't be expecting
i would also like to see jess park and aggie beever-jones up front to provide support as a striker for alessia russo or speed in behind replacing grace clinton
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