#Sorry gang

[plummeria]

Me after reposting things I know NONE of my followers want to see :3

F-TIER!

[blacktabbygames]

he escaped into the real world…..

[chaotixcx]

Give those guys some Sanrio plushies!!!!

[mitchasaurus-r3x]

J j jonny s s simsss

[shittysurges]

16

[vanitybreaking]

[ilovecatfr]

What I'm doing when I'm not posting:

[serickswrites]

Do You Trust Me?

Warnings: threat of death, violence, captivity, restraints, escape

Hero tried to pry the power suppression cuffs off their wrists. They had fallen for Supervillain's trap so easily. They cursed as the cuffs remained tight on their wrists.

A scraping sound outside their cell had Hero whirling round, fearful that Supervillain had come to make good on their promise to beat them to death. They raised their fists as they growled, "Come to finish me off?"

Villain's face appeared in the doorway. "No," they whispered back, "I've come to get you out of here."

Hero frowned. Surely this had to be a trapped. "Why, so you can just toy with me until your master is ready to kill me?"

Villain opened the door. "No, do you think so poorly of me?"

"Yes."

Villain held out their hand. "I'm here to rescue you, Hero. I am with Supervillain because..." their voice trailed off. "That's not relevant. Point is, I'm here to set you free. You weren't meant to be caught."

Hero stared at Villain's hand. This had to be a trap. "Do you trust me?" Villain said as they inched closer.

"No," Hero said uncertainly.

Villain sighed. "Well, I'm sorry about this then." They grabbed Hero's hand and teleported the two of them out of the cell.

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[toddellz]

Regretevator fanchildren be upon ye

[brotato-chibs]

I wanted some #osakita but also some osasuna interactions so---

"established OSKT with OSSN that used to date in high school but are still good bros"

w extra dooble from my friend

[luneariann]

Humbly offering a few chuuya doodles 🫶

[deximexi]

wavewave is kinda interesting..

[catscidr]

man imagine u go get a haircut only to get your shit Fucked. you complain about it to dottore and he js stares at you in silence because my god is this such a..... trivial problem to have. but when he sees how you're actually upset over a haircut he'd leave and grab one of his segments, one that has longer hair, and chop their hair to look like yours. "solidarity"- ............his own nonsensical way of comforting you

[jamiehashands]

peculiar images of gregory

[spammiamm]

I THINK IM FINALLY OKAY WITH AN ARTSTYLE? Im saying that warily…

[ikyoudreamofme]

Please…-Fratboy!Chris x Mentallyill!Reader

Summary: Reader is in a bad place but no-one notices until Chris sees her at one of his friends parties blackout drunk, messy hair, worn out makeup and darks under-eyes he notices something is wrong with his girl.

T/W:SH, bad mental health, mentally drained reader, consumption of alcohol,drug abuse, suicide attempt.

A/N: If you are in a bad place please speak to someone it will get so much better I promise. If anyone needs someone to talk to my messages are open. Also love writing sad fics, love you all and thank you for reading. xoxo

PART 2 IS OUT

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You lay hooked up to machines asleep, Chris sat beside the bed his head on the side of it holding your hand waiting so painfully for you to wake up.

2 hours before

You stumble into the party that Chris’ friend had thrown. You hadn’t spoken to Chris for a few days, leaving your phone at home dead. Your head is heavy as you push through the crowd of sweaty bodies, a bottle of Vodka in your hand that you had brought. Your hair is a mess, eyeliner and mascara smudged around your eyes enhancing the eye bags from the lack of sleep. You trip walking into someone. He holds your shoulders looking down at you. “sorry” you slur going to turn around but he stops you. “it’s okay. I’m Ryan I’ve not seen you before?” He looks down at you his hands moving from your shoulders to your waist, looking up at him through your lashes your, tired eyes saying many words, you shrug pushing his hands off you, stumbling deeper into the crowd of people.

You toss the empty bottle to the side pointing yourself another drink. Someone walks up beside you pouring themselves a drink. “what are you doing?” They whisper stepping closer to you. You turn around looking up at the boy. Chris. “getting a drink?” You reply taking a sip balancing yourself on the table. He shakes his head “you’re already wasted and you’re coming to a party you knew I’d be at but you’re ignoring my messages.”

“Chris it doesn’t matter.” You groan not in the right headspace for a conversation with Chris or anyone. Chris tilts his head a concerned look washing over him. “You’re never like this. What’s going on?” You sigh looking up at him through dead eyes. You stay quiet mumble something incoherent before walking back into the crowd. You fight tears blinking rapidly hearing your name being called out from behind you, you don’t dare to look back afraid of breaking down in front of Chris.

You make your way to the dealer that always shows up to frat parties. “I need something strong.” You tell him gulping your drink. “don’t sell to drunk people.” Is all he says. You roll your eyes pulling a hundred out your bra waving it in front of him like it’s nothing. He gives in handing you the pills before snatching the money out your hand. Walking into the bathroom you place the little baggy of pills on the counter. You place them in your mouth downing it with the left overs of your drink.

Footsteps get louder and closer to the door as your vision and hearing fade out. “Y/n! Open the door please! There’s something wrong and I need to know you’re okay! Please y/n” Chris shouts banging on the door, you reach out to open it before your vision goes dark and everything stops.