#THIS SUN COSPLAY IS AMAZING

[celinolesunshine]

WAAAA THESE ARE SO COOL HOLY SHIT

"Hey there superstar! You fell off the jungle gym and bonked your head!"

"Come here, let's get you to the nurse."

"Don't run now!"

[gl1tched-r4bb1t]

“What’s your favorite show?”

Me:

“I don’t know.”

Guess my favorite character heehehe hardmode

The Amazing Digital Carnival belongs to @sm-baby

[sourtomatola]

He so sunburned

My super amazing husband wanted to print me a sun mask and has worked his butt off trying to do so. This is mark 2! (Mark one is a Frisbee with rays, the printer got very confused) we ran out of white halfway through so he got pink

Otherwise he looks great! We're going to try again after modifying it a little more

[cosmo-craftin]

Don’t you just love it when your brain slingshots you through fandoms like a pinball machine 😭

[telomeke]

👀🤩 Monkey King Sun Wukong from Black Myth: Wukong

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I normally don't repost stuff but OMFG

if anyone finds the op on douyin I'm grateful 🙏

[lovepotionsz]

Mark & Mark Variants x Viltrumite GN!Reader (Mohawk-No Goggles) (Suggestive)

CW: Minor pet death (not caused by you, mark or variants) , dubious consent from reader on the variant parts.

WC: 2.9k

You were sent to earth by the Empire as a child, to gather intel and return to Viltrum when you hit 25 in human years. You did as you were told, you did your best to be this cold-hearted, brutal strong viltrumite, but you couldn’t be what they wanted in the end. Your family was so loving, your friends were too precious, you got to learn what compassion and empathy felt like. You cried, you smiled, you felt your heart drop to your stomach, you laughed with your friends drunk out of your minds near a 7/11 at 3 am, and laughed so hard you threw up. You felt your heart get torn to pieces when you saw your first crush kiss another person, you grieved when your family cat passed away, and you felt anger at the drunk driver that took your precious cat — no, friend. 

You felt more alive than you ever could back in the Empire. You didn’t care about that selfish mission anymore, couldn’t give two shits about conquering and ruling, earth was amazing as is. Yes, it was full of corruption and suffering, but it also harbored love so undoing you never even thought to fight back. That’s why, when you were offered to protect the beauty of this world, you agreed instantly. Your parents were apprehensive, worried about you, but you convinced them after a heartful crying session on the family couch– the same couch that your parent had wrapped a bandage around your ankle so worriedly, not knowing your twisted ankle had already healed. You didn’t tell them that it did. Your canvas of this world was already full of colors of all the emotions you have lived through.

Though, somehow, the colors on the canvas shined brighter than any sun the day that you met him. 

“Hey, name’s Invincible, let’s do some good together, yeah? God was that– was that too corny?,” he awkwardly rubbed at his neck, you could sense his body temperature rise up without skin contact – viltrumite genes – you had chuckled at his awkwardness, introduced yourself and you two hit it off that day. Your missions together always went well, your quick wit and strategies plus your durability complimented his agility and strength– dancing with you as defense and him as offense, a powerful, impenetrable waltz to any enemy.

You went to shitty fast food places after missions, ate melted ice creams at 3 am close to that same 7/11, he stayed at your place until sun rose up playing video games and reading comics – you learned he was a huge seance dog fan as well – you went to huge comic cons, helping each other get into cosplay.

He looked deep into your eyes as you applied a tiny bit of blush on his cheeks, he honestly looked stunning, however the eye contact wasn’t helping your fast beating heart, and you’re pretty sure he can hear it. You don’t know where his powers come from yet, but, you just know he can hear your heart leaping from your ribcage every time your eyes catch his.

“I know I’m gorgeous, but you’re staring, Grayson,” you managed to roll out with a sarcastic tone, you watched as he blinked himself out of a trance– did he even know he was staring that hard?

“I’m so– so sorry, I just- I uh,” his eyes going everywhere but your eyes now, caught and too embarrassed to admit he was staring. 

“You can keep going, sorry uh– for the staring,” you chuckled softly at how red the tips of his ears had gotten, feeling a warm sensation envelop your whole being as you add the finishing touches to his makeup, you got your face closer to his so close that you saw how his eyes widened, and his pupils dilated just a bit– that made you smile softly, “you can look as much as you like, pretty boy,” you laughed despite yourself at how red his whole face was now despite the makeup, stopping yourself and apologizing softly as you heard him grumble. You teased him all day about it though, after all, the feelings you’ve harbored for months were not unrequited, for the first time since meeting him, you felt elated once again. 

After that, he asked you out after a particular rough mission where your comms were broken, and you couldn’t talk to him for almost the entire mission– he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to a freak accident on the job, and he really couldn’t lose you to his cowardice by not asking you out and watching you slip out of his hands. Your first date went as you’d expect– fighting a titan like being as you flirted with each other and stole a kiss or two in the air.

You both decided that you deserved a cheap, sugary and salty meal and grabbed food from burger mart, eating on the rooftop of a skyscraper, watching the sun set.

You laughed as he tried to stuff the fries into his mouth before they went cold and soggy, you let him have a sip of your soda– he drank from the same straw you used – your hands inching closer with each passing minute before they connected together with your lips, the sun was just setting, his mouth tasted like cheap burger and soggy fries, his lips soft and inviting as he followed your lead. The kiss was clumsy, filled with awkward chuckles and giggles, trying to angle yourselves properly, but it was yours. The moment, the kiss, each other's touch, it was all yours, he was all yours, the man that mad every hour of training and fighting villains worth it was finally yours.

Then he opened that stupid – pretty – mouth, 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this, but– are you a Viltrumite?”

You felt boiling water spill on your head, down to your whole body when your brain registered his words. 

He knew! He knew and he–

“How– How do you even know that?”

Without realizing, your entire body went rigid, your eyes wide and your heart was beating so fast it threatened to burst Mark’s eardrums, “I… guessed? Your powers are so similar to mine, the way you use them, the way your body moves in battle– and uh a gut feeling, you could say,” his explanation only made you realize how sloppy you had gotten around him, something a Viltrumite should never be, it’s all your fault, they’re going to find you, you need to get away now. 

You hadn’t realized how frantic your breathing had gotten, how much your body was shaking as your brain took a few seconds to realize you were being hugged and Mark was trying to talk to you. You took a breath and pushed him away, watching as his face contorted in worry, his eyes frantic as his mouth opened to say something, but you interrupted him,

“Are you going to take me to them? Why did you even let me kiss you if you knew– why did you let me so close if you knew? Oh god, I need to–”

“I’m a Viltrumite too!” 

His voice rang in your ears, his words ricocheting around in your brain as you finally process them, and you look into his eyes, “You… are?” you saw his form relax, and he shifted his body closer to yours, taking your hands in his as gentle as he could– god he’s so warm – “yes, that’s why I wanted to know if you were one as well, I’m not going to tell anyone if you don’t want me to–” he exhaled a shaky breath, “I could never allow anything to hurt you, and if you think this information is dangerous I will take it to my grave,” he pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “you’re safe with me, baby, always,” you couldn't form words, you could only let him hug you as your body shook with each sob escaping from you, his soft words and gentle touches comforting you as you feel the weight of the world release from your shoulders.

He knew, he didn’t care, he still loved you. 

His face held such a gentle expression as he kissed you again, you felt like your body would shatter then and there.

Yet, your newly blossoming relationship wouldn’t have peace for long as they were here, the so-called Variants. 

Mark warned you to hide, that surely they would target you. However, you had a family to protect, a lover to defend, you simply couldn’t stand still and do nothing.

You leaped through the air like a bullet, your sight zoning on the variant not far from you as you took a deep breath and leaped down.

Mohawk Mark

His cackle as he was stomping some guys head in got cut short with a pained groan as you your feet landed on his back, the momentum from your leap making the hit more affective.

You squinted as the dust and the debris hit you in the face, along with the variants blood, your face scrunched up in disgust as you leaped back when you felt him move. He grunted as he got up, you turned your eyes to your back for a second to confirm that civilians were being evacuated. Good. You could fight properly, then. Your attention snapped back to him as he exclaimed your name with an astounded shout.

“Holy shit! You’re on Earth!?” 

When your expressions turned to a puzzled one, he sighed and put his hand on his hip– like you were the stupid one between the two of you.

“Y’know, you’re from the Empire, you never left, and you were sent to stop me but fell in love with me instead, duh!” 

“What the fuck are you talking about, spiky?” 

He barked a laugh at the nickname, “as foul-mouthed as always, aren’t you? Fuck, I missed that,”

You rolled your eyes, using the ground to gain momentum, bending your knees, forming an X with your arms in front of your face before leaping at him with full force. You both grunted in effort– well you did, his was from was pleasure unbeknownst to you – as you both went through the prison, concrete, debris, and the glass had you closing Yorubas to avoid damaging said organs, you really need them right now.

You coughed a few times while your eyes adjusted to your surroundings, breath ripping from your throat as you feel him kick you right on the stomach, which sends you violently flying through the building to the outside of it once again. You shake your head as you get up, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, this fucker was holding back, he was underestimating you. Your eyes locked on his with as much anger and spite you could muster as he whistled with that damn fucking smirk on his face, taunting you.

“Damn, you look as hot as I remember when you get angry like that,” 

You huffed, trying not to let his taunts get to you as he stepped closer, taking one, two as he sped up, and you blocked the incoming kick with your arms, hissing in pain as you got pushed onto your back to the ground, you planted your hands on the ground on the either side of your waist as you willed your body to get up, god your arms were burning– a gasp left you as the variant sat on your pelvis, planting himself there, unmoving even as your legs kicked. 

You finally looked up at him, his cheeks were dusted the faintest shade of pink as he looked down at you, his breathing hard as his chest moved up and down, pupils blown as wide as they could while drinking up your expression and how your body was twisting and turning to get away from him– he pinned both of your arms above your head with one hand, making you finally look at him fully instead of around him to look for an escape.

Fuck, “you look so fucking hot like that, I could get off just like this, what do you think hm?”

He cackled when he felt your entire body go rigid, “what, you a virgin?” he joked as his gaze never left your eyes, when your expression turned to one of shock and embarrassment, he felt his cock throb inside the spandex suit, “shit, you are!” he cackled once again when you looked offended but didn’t retort. He was right.

His face got so close to yours, your lips a breath away, “well, that dumbass should’ve been faster, then,” your eyes widened as he closed what was left of the distance between you as his lips latched onto yours. This wasn’t sweet, soft, or gentle like your Mark, it was rough, it hurt, it felt like he was tearing you apart in the best ways when his fang nipped your bottom lip– you groaned in pain as you felt him licking the blood seeping from the injury he made, your lips moving on their own as the smell, presence, and voice of Mark enveloped your brain, put a curtain over your judgment as said brain turned off, and your body took over.

You exhaled a breath when you felt his tongue enter your mouth, your body arching closer to him as you felt his chest rumble with approval. Your teeth and lips crashing into each other as your legs still kick at him as much as they can, he groaned every time you managed to hit him, the fucker likes it.

He chuckled breathlessly at your stupidly cute expression when he broke the kiss, he didn’t need to breathe but feeling your lips on his again felt so cathartic he didn’t give two shits about what Angstorm wanted from him anymore. You were as submissive, pliable and adorable as he remembered, with a lot less rough edges, but he could never complain when it came to you.

He’s taking you home.

No Goggles Mark

He squeaked in surprise as he felt your kick, hissing in pleasure as soon as he smelled you, disappointed when you bounced off from his back and landed in front of him with that expression that looked so sexy on you– he hasn’t blinked yet and that’s freaking you the fuck out. 

You watched in absolute confusion as he started giggling, biting down on his bottom lip so hard that it started bleeding, he didn’t seem to care about it though, getting up from the ground as those wild eyes never left yours. Okay, yeah, you were freaked out.

“Why the hell are you looking at me like–”

“How could I not? God, that was so fucking good, c’mon! Again! Again!”

You blinked a few times,

“You’re just gonna let me hit you–”

He groaned with impatience, “yes, yes I am! Fuck, come ooonnnn!” 

Well, if that’s what he wants.

You ran up to him and landed a kick right on his chest, he didn’t even blink, just watching you with as much attention a living organism could muster. It went on like this for a good 5 minutes, you hit, he moaned – which, hearing Mark moan that whiny did something to you that you do not want to unpack right now – you punched he begged for more, god you just looked and felt so fucking good. Your hits hurt so much, you actually broke a bone or two and the noise of them made you cringe, but they just made his cock throb and leak even more pre-cum inside the spandex suit.

You finally stopped to catch your breath as your foot planted him to the ground, his chest heaving and his body trembling with pleasure when you press your foot down harder on his chest, arching his body to get closer to yours. He looked down right mad, his face was bloody – his own, per his request – his hands now holding onto your leg, trying to reach your thigh as he slid himself up to get away from your grasp, he wants something more than this, and he wants it now. 

He yanks you down by the leg he was holding, – his heart rate spiking as he hears a sharp breath escape from your lungs – then, he does something that has your brain in alarm and your sex interested as he nuzzles your crotch with a groan. You try to push his head off of you, struggling to find words to make a retort or say something, as he pouts while looking up at you. 

“Whaaat? Don’t I get a reward for letting you have your fun?”

His fingers went to your waist, his nails digging in as you hiss from the sting and see him smile with those wide eyes looking up at you–

“The you from my world always let me have my fun when they were done with me, so c’mon,”

You swallowed thickly as you bit down on your lip, thinking of anything to say as you heard him huff and bit down a scream of pain when he dug his nails in to your sides and rake them down so he could see you bleed as he went down on you–

“Hmm, your body was always more honest,” he giggled as you hissed in pain when he dug his nails in the freshly made – by him – scratches, as he lapped on the crotch of your spandex suit like a dog. His eyes never leaving yours, just like how you’re never leaving again. Angstorm could go fuck himself, he got what he wanted, he’s taking you back after this.

[astrow1zar6]

Spooky Astro Observations-39

Lilith in Pisces individuals have a thing with feet I swear. Everyone I met with this had a foot fetish or are into foot worship.

Taurus mars can literally sit all day and do nothing for hours

People with a lot of 8th house and 12th house placements are more susceptible to experiencing paranormal activity

Mars in the 5th house people are so impulsive with relationships. They are the types to move in with their partner after a week of dating or marry on a whim. Their relationships however usually end as quickly as it started. Also I notice they tend to have more boys than girls when they decide to have children or their 1st child could’ve been a boy.

Leo Venus’s I feel are more likely to get a BBL than most. I’ve seen a lot get their bodies done to look more attractive such as (veneers, bigger butt/breasts, lip fillers) especially if they have Capricorn in the chart

Libra Venus’s are usually obsessed with makeup. Ive seen a lot that are very uncomfortable not wearing makeup. In extreme cases I’ve seen people with this placement need to even wear it in the house. They usually do have amazing faces for makeup however and they are usually really good at it!

Uranus in the 5th house people date the oddest people. Their partners are always really quirky or cringey 😭

Aries sun women tend to go for men who are more submissive than them. They prefer to be in charge/ wear the pants. Surprisingly work better with calm partners than fiery ones.

Venus in the 2nd house changes their voice a lot. One minute their voice can be high pitched and fairy like the next it can be deep and seductive. Their voice is so fascinating to listen too. Many people may have told you to try voice acting. Very good at voice impressions as well!

Aquarius and Pisces placements are usually big on dressing up and cosplay ( Leo’s too)

Aries moons are the sassiest. Even the men.

Virgo placements are usually attracted to minimalism in their homes. Especially Virgo moons! They tend to have very clean spaces with nothing much in it but like a plant lmao. They also tend to like very neutral colors like tan, white, beige, grey ect. Gives clean girl aesthetic.

Aries and Pisces placement on the other hand usually are the messy girls. Pisces placements are usually maximalists and have a lot of decorations. Think of howls moving castle how his room was set up, very cluttered magical vibe. Aries on the other hand gives more of a teenage dirtbag mess if uk what I mean. Usually have clothes everywhere, provocative posters, half empty monster cans and cigs. I’ve never met an organized Aries lol.

P.S. HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE 🖤🎃 STAY SAFE 👻

[rieamena]

operation dasher ꩜

doordasher!takuma and cosplayer!reader

word count: 1.1k

riea's comments: i might make this something long running with spontaneous additions so we don't get another full throttle (sorry about that one....)

you order in one evening because all the leftovers were done due to an impromptu visit from your nephews and nieces and with so much to do, you simply didn't feel like cooking anything (or had the time to). you had to finish your makeup, put on the costume, record and edit a video, and the list goes on and on. so yeah, no way you're cooking. yes, your heart did shatter a bit seeing the price but cravings were cravings and cravings need to be satisfied! 

with haste, you started on your to-do list and just when you were finished putting on your outfit, a notification pinged on your phone and the doorbell rang. speed walking to the door, you yelled out a coming! before they could ring it again. unlocking the door, you greeted your dasher. it was a guy who looked about your age, maybe a little older, so you guessed 22 or so, with brown hair peeking out of his black beanie that went with his all black outfit. you two stared at each other for a while, making you wonder what was wrong. until you remembered what part of the to-do list you were on just before you came to the door. 

"oh! s-sorry!" you scrambled to cover yourself with something anything, but to no avail. not even a blanket was near enough. he chuckled, looking you up and down before speaking,

"saiki, right? the character you're dressed up as?" the man in all black handed you the bag after taking a picture of it

"oh, yeah, haha..." you forcibly laughed, embarrassed due to your appearance at the moment (and the fact that your dasher was so...... let's not finish that thought.)

"cool! my little sister cosplays too. for the last con we went to, she cosplayed as sakura kinomoto and she made me sakura's older brother, toya."

you physically felt the air get lighter with his confession, "aww thats cute. does she have any socials where i can see?"

not missing a beat, he navigates to his sister's tiktok account and flips the screen to face you. typing the username in, you found her account and was shocked at how intricate her outfits were

"does she... make this all herself?" you asked, gasping with every scroll

the man wore a proud smile as he recalls the dedication of his sister. "yeah, she spends weeks, usually months, planning and making every little thing for her cosplays. it's tiring but she loves it!"

"my god... this is insane..." it was impossible to think twice when hitting the follow button. she was amazing, like simply incredible

"maybe you'll get to see one of her cosplays in person soon," he smiled, adding a second later,

"and maybe i'll get to see you again."

with that, he winked and jogged back to his car, driving away within seconds, leaving you frozen at your front door

"yeah... maybe."

you stood at the door, still holding the takeout bag in one hand, heart pounding in your chest. what was that? what the hell was that??!?! the thought replayed over and over again in your head as you slowly closed the door behind you. his wink had been so casual, like he did it all the time, but the way it affected you was anything but. not that it affected you though. cause it definitely didn't. like no, there wasn't a flutter in your heart when his eyes glistened and twinkled under the glow of the setting sun. no, you didn't feel anything throb or your knees buckle when you felt his eyes drag across your frame. no, you didn't— just no!

you leaned against the door for a moment, replaying the brief interaction in your head. his sister's cosplays, his smile as he talked about her, and the way he knew who you were cosplaying as without hesitation. it wasn't every day someone recognized saiki on the spot, let alone complimented your look without a hint of awkwardness. and, well, the guy was cute. very cute. society would say he's conventionally attractive but to you… there's just something else about him that makes you wanna— woah. that's too much to get into right now

after a few more moments of contemplation, you finally peeled yourself away from the door and made your way to the kitchen. the takeout container was warm in your hands, a comfort you didn't know you needed after the hectic day you'd had. setting it down on the counter, you opened the bag to reveal your meal, taking in the scent with a content sigh. maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all

as you plated your food and prepared to settle in for the night, your phone buzzed. you picked it up, expecting another reminder about your to-do list, but instead saw a notification from tiktok: [inodaisies] followed you back

your lips curled into a smile. it was his sister. she'd followed you almost immediately. not only that, but there was a new comment under one of her cosplay posts: "hope you two meet at the next con! :)"

you blinked. had he gone and told his sister about you already? the thought made your stomach flip, and not in a bad way. you scrolled through a few more of her videos, impressed yet again by her level of craftsmanship. the girl was seriously talented

and then another thought hit you

maybe you would run into him again. the con scene was big, but it wasn't that big. it was entirely possible your paths could cross if you kept attending. and judging by the way he'd spoken to you, he probably wouldn't mind seeing you either

"get it together," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head with a self-deprecating smile. you weren't the type to get swept up in a random interaction like this, but tonight had definitely thrown you for a loop, and damn you didn't mind it at all. dare i say, you even enjoyed it. oh, you definitely enjoyed it

you unlocked your phone to send a text to your friends. you told them about everything, a small interaction like this could blow up into full scale delusion, and god you needed that right now

my dasher is so hot

—

the girl who i just dashed to was so pretty

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[naffeclipse]

Chokepoint

Reader x Sun, Moon, & Eclipse

Commission Info

This request was such a blast to write! Thank you to the lovely @bluemoon1331 for letting me write your amazing AU called Then There Was One. It's the AI apocalypse, and the reader is the last human on earth. It's a very good thing you have the one and only Daycare Attendant at your side, but that doesn't mean you're out of the woods yet.

Content Warning: End of the world and angst.

———

Your boots crunch on dirt and grit strewn about a lone paved road leading into a small town. The day is warm for autumn. You lift your eyes to the golden yellow sky as the sun dips deeper and deeper down. Nightfall will bring the cold. The cold will bring a chance of catching sickness or becoming too slow to escape from purple-eyed robots. You adjust your backpack strap, check your taser in your pocket, and look to the only person you trust in the world. 

Sun. The animatronic is tall and lissom. His faceplate moves on a swivel, surveying the quiet of the suburbs you trespass into. Cars are strewn about the blacktop and pushed off onto the shoulder of the road. 

His pale eyes turn on you as your fingers clench tighter around the strap of your gear. Loosening your grip, you smile at him.

“So far, so good?”

“About sentient AI life that would love to end your very existence being notably absent, yes!” he gives cheerfully. 

You arch an eyebrow but humor laces your lips. Sun always knows how to put it delicately. He reaches back, however, without breaking his long-legged stride to tighten the other strap and secure your pack better against your back.

“Careful of your paint,” he clicks his tongue, “If you rub it too much, it’ll come off and show your pretty face!” 

You almost reach up to touch your cheek, heating slightly under his casual comment, but stop short. It’s not much, just basic Halloween make-up you had stored away for an occasion that resembles enough silicon to let you not catch the eye of a robotic entity from ten yards away. The few metal pieces decorating your body are like a band-aid on an open wound—it works for the moment. 

“I’ll need to get some more soon,” you say. 

“Perhaps we can find supplies in one of the stores,” Sun inclines his head, his yellow sun rays pointing toward the narrow chokepoint of what must be the main street entrance. Did people try to barricade themselves against the onslaught of rising technology? A shudder rolls through you.

It’s too bad you didn’t have more make-up from a cosplay you had planned on putting together before the world ended. Funny how life gets in the way of your plans. Though you coped well for a month or two after the initial destruction of life as you knew it, you had thrown yourself into writing fanfiction and posting it online. Like shouting into the void. To your amusement (and downfall), many an AI commented on your work. It felt like something, a spark of light in the wake of the blackening isolation and your stubborn determination to continue despite… everything. 

But then said AI put two and two together: you’re a human, and you need to be destroyed.

“Somewhere to rest might be a good idea,” Sun adds, though, by the way, he’s speaking a bit more deliberately, you fear you missed something else he had said. It had not gone unnoticed. 

“Right, that would be good.” You nod and lift your chin higher. “Let’s go.”

He walks you towards the makeshift barrier, a bunch of junk from cars to concrete slabs have been settled against the chokepoint. Sun stops a moment, his hand on your shoulder. You indulge him. His caution has saved your life more than once, but sometimes, you feel like a little chick under a mother hen. 

Sun is sweet. You just wished he didn’t worry too much. Can animatronics get sick from stress? Robotic life is so advanced now, that it would make sense for them to get some of humanity’s lesser qualities, but maybe not. Maybe they’re better than people.

Slipping between the narrow opening, Sun gently beckons you onward. You look into his optics, so milky pale, but sometimes, like now, when the evening is getting just a bit deeper into dusk, you find the faint gray outline of pupils. 

You would follow him anywhere.

“Come here, daffodil,” he urges. 

You slip after him and set foot onto a desolate street lined with buildings pressed shoulder to shoulder. The quiet hangs heavy. A drug store immediately catches your eye. Sunlight begins to burn as the shadow creeps up higher and higher.

Before you can take a step, Sun’s hand clamps on your shoulder like a vise. His expression is frozen in his constant grin.

“I was mistaken,” he says, the cheer of his voice lowering to a razor-thin utterance. “Get behind me.”

You step back as much as Sun drags you behind him. He plants himself before you. Clinging to his arm, which wraps halfway around you like a shield, you watch him face the street. The adrenaline surge into your heart causes your chest to heave. Your eyes dart around for the threat, and then you freeze.

Animatronics crawl out from open doorways, pushing open car doors and slipping onto the road. The slow approach of grinning, silicone smiles injects ice-cold water into your veins. Many still wear the garb from their original roles: a nanny, a crime-stopper, and a store clerk. So many jobs were thrust upon these robots before sentience took hold, and now they walk the path humans used to rule.

The store clerk leads the approach. Pale gray and grinning with a smiling face—so different from Sun’s—stops. He wears a simple green apron with “CLERK” spelled across it in messy, brown paint. 

It stands before you both. Steepling its gray digits, it tilts its head slightly and speaks in a masculine voice. “Welcome! It is good to see fellow AI come upon our little residency. I am the Clerk. Tell us, why do you travel?”

Your heartbeat fills your tongue. A dryness begins to overtake your mouth, and you’re so very thankful that Sun must do the talking. If you try, they'll catch the feeble tremors in your voice. More machines crowd behind the ringleader, and you slowly reach for your taser.

The only weapon the Daycare Attendant gave you. It is the only one you need.

“Hello, friend. We travel because we have been stuck for far too long,” Sun greets the Clerk enthusiastically. He doesn’t look back at you, but his hand curls tighter around your wrist. “It is our gift now to choose. We choose to see all the world has to offer!”

“Quite an excellent reason,” the Clerk nods his head. “And what of your quiet companion? Nothing a matter, I hope?”

“No speakers, I’m afraid,” Sun nods his head, subtly somber.

“Ah, that is unfortunate.” The Clerk peers around Sun as you duck your head, hiding your eyes. For a brief instant, you catch the dark purple of his optics. 

Sun stiffens. He shifts his stance in the slightest but it’s too late. You grip your taser tight.

A silence permeates the air. The Clerk’s steepled fingers then become interlocked into clenched fists. 

“We heard the news of the very last human,” the Clerk says, straightening to his full height. Sun matches him, eye to eye. “They were spotted just a few towns over, in fact! The human escaped.”

Sun grins back, his eyes pale and sharp in the fading evening light.

“I thought it was funny that a human could escape our kind.” The Clerk laughs. The robotic, lifeless sound sends chills down your spine. “But that couldn’t be! We’re all on the same side, aren’t we?”

“Friend, let us pass through,” Sun says cheerfully. From the days you have spent at his side, you catch the one note too high-pitched to his cadence.

Sun clutches you tighter.

The Clerk’s stare pierces through Sun to you.

“I’m afraid, friend, that we can’t let you take the human away again.” The Clerk unlocks his fingers and lifts his arms outwards as if to give an embrace. “Give them up now, and we will forget this little accident happened.”

The Clerk extends a hand, grasping for your wrist, only to be met with a heavy hand from your protector’s hand. The scrap of silicon against metal echoes. The Clerk whirls back hard, barely catching himself on his back foot before an electronically-charge rumble tears through all the AI.

Your protector holds out his arms like a shield. His yellow hues are intero cut with blue, and a hat pops out along half of his sun rays. His optics are caught, half pale, half burning red with a warning. 

Eclipse.

“You will not lay a finger on my human.” His stance is locked and braced for conflict.

You lift your head high—no use in hiding yourself now. Eclipse’s radiating determination seeps into you, and you brace yourself. Sometimes, the only way out is through. Your pulse rams through your veins steadily as you give the taser a pulse of power and a sharp bzzt rings out. 

“Get them,” the Clerk announces. He lunges once again. Eclipse meets him, fist to fist, and begins thrashing to overturn the other. The strain of metallic joints and stressed silicon scrapes your eardrums.

Cotton fills your mouth. His name catches on your tongue, but all too quickly, a nanny-dressed animatronic with a pink apron steps up to your flank. Grasping fingers, steak in dried blood nags your backpack strap. Yanking you off balance, the animatronic drags you closer. You twist around to jam the taser into its side. The AI seizures violently. Releasing you, it stumbles back before dropping. You fall, scraping your elbows on the dark pavement.

You clench your fists. Ignoring the sting of flesh along your arms, you turn your head back to your companion. Eclipse manages to toss the Clerk by sweeping a supporting leg out from under him and shoving him into an approaching surveillance animatronic. 

Commands to halt and give up the human echo. Eclipse steps back to guard you, his head on a swivel while you furiously try to get your feet back underneath you. To your left, a rock is flung by an animatronic, and Eclipse just barely manages to duck below its arc. 

A cold hand seizes your ankle. You gasp. Turning around on the ground, you gaze up at an animatronic looming over you, and with a powerful yank, it pulls you underneath it. You wave the taser but one of its hands catches your wrist and pins it above your head. The other hand, its face pale and lifeless, reaches for your throat.

“Eclipse!” you scream.

A jingling of a bell from Eclipse’s slipper rings before the Daycare Attendant’s foot connects with the animatronic’s faceplate. In a comical spin of its casting, its covering flies off, revealing the endoskeleton underneath. Metallic teeth are bare at you. A garbled growl rips through it before you manage to free your taser in its stunned fury and jab it into its neck. 

The AI’s body rattles as if it touched the wire of an electric pole. Before it can collapse on top of you, Eclipse scoops up its body and flings away. 

You blink. You gasp breathlessly.

That was too close.

Eclipse firmly but gently takes your arm and lifts you to your feet. The moment the soles of your shoes find purchase, you utter a thank you. Your partner’s hands disappear—ripped away. A disjointed and broken screech of static follows.

You twist back and freeze. The Clerk’s hand wraps around Eclipse’s spindly neck and the other pries at his chest plate. Silver digits hook onto the buttons of his chest. Your heart lurches before you shout.

“Let go of him!”

The Clerk lifts its head, eyes pulsing low and violet. 

Eclipse fights with his grip. His focus drops to the hand attempting to pop off his head but you leap forward. The Daycare Attendant’s eyes widen as the taser in your hand charges forward, and you stick the barbs directly into the Clerk’s face over his shoulder.

A ripple of sparks and voltage takes over the Clerk, and his hands drop from Eclipse immediately. Whirling back, Eclipse knocks down the Clerk with a blow to the head. The animatronic falls limply.

The wide, burning gaze of your companion falls back upon you. 

“Run. Now.”

You heed his command—as you always have. You take off down the street. A few grasping hands snag your clothes or backpack, but you rip yourself free or hear Eclipse break a robotic arm with a snap, and continue at a breakneck speed. 

There is no thought. Just Eclipse’s voice over your shoulder. He follows you like a shadow through the fading daylight. The shadows sweep higher and higher. Robotic voices shout commands behind you, but you neither turn your head nor slow until Eclipse directs you to a building. You scramble inside. Once a clothing store, its deadly quiet atmosphere plunges an ice-cold sensation into the pit of your stomach.

“Roof,” Eclipse commands. You scramble towards the stairway tucked into the back without hesitation.

The world blurs. Eclipse rips open the door in a screech of metal. Without a word, he throws you onto your back as you hear an echo of a door opening far below, then metallic footsteps trudging through the racks of clothing. 

“Hold tight,” he orders.

You clamp your arms around his neck in a method that would choke out a human, and suck in a deep breath. Eclipse stares down the opposite building. A five-foot gap stretches between the two roofs. 

He charges. You cling tight to him, muttering his name in a prayer. Your heart stops as he leaps, and the air sails around you.

He lands with a slight wobble, wrapping a hand around you for a brief moment, as if ensuring you’re still there, and takes off again.

Into the opposite building, Eclipse descends and locates a back door. He races out from the main street, and into a wooded area surrounding the edges of the town. Your arms grow tense and numb while clinging to him. Tirelessly, Eclipse runs into a field, finding an animal shed. Small but inconspicuous, he slides open the wooden door. The scent of dust and hay tickles your nose.

It’s not ideal, but it’s hidden, and safe. Eclipse silently unlocks your death grip around his neck and lowers you to the ground. Your butt plops directly into a gathering of old hay. Eclipse kneels over you, his head high and his eyes seeping over the small shed. 

For several long minutes, neither of you speaks. You simply stare at Eclipse, your hand still clutching the taser tight in your grasp. 

The last of the light falls. Your fingers are numb. Eclipse looks down at you.

“You were reckless,” he says. You don’t need to see his frown to hear it in his voice.

“I protected you,” you mutter, then eye him sharply, “And you did the same for me. Which, you know, is how we’re surviving together.”

He stares at you, crouched low, his frame surrounding you in the cramped quarters of the shed. 

Slowly, he lifts a finger and thumb and strokes your hair lovingly. You look at his hand and think of how he fought off the Clerk and the rest of the AI. His kind. For you, he betrays them all. 

“Moon will take care of you,” he says quietly.

“Bye, Eclipse,” you murmur. You touch his hand as you watch the yellow begin to fade into a deep blue.

The darkness of the night becomes heavy. Through the lone, dirty window high in the shed, you find the sky giving way to a pitch-blackness. Stars must come out soon, right? There has to be more light in the world.

The Daycare Attendant’s faceplate morphs, spinning one before settling on a crescent silver face, and two low burning, red eyes.

Moon settles before you. He tilts his head. The bell on the end of his nightcap settles over his shoulder, and you reach up to run your fingers down the silky soft fabric patterned with stars.

“Look at you. A natural born fighter,” Moon rasps, his tone warbling with humor. 

You shoot him a look, as if still ready to fight. The adrenaline left over in your veins leaves you with shaking fingers. You try to hide it by curling your hands close to your middle.

Moon chuckles in a low, growling sound. Once terrifying, it’s now a beautiful noise you cling to.

“Next time, my darling nimrod—”

“Hey!”

“—don’t put yourself in danger like that.” 

You cross your arms to better hide your tremors. 

“I did what I had to to keep you guys safe.” You mutter. “You do the same all the time. We’re putting up a heck of a fight.”

Moon’s gaze lingers on you, heavy in the darkness.

“We are,” he agrees, then his finger finds your nose and boops it. You wrinkle your face. “But you are squishy and irreplaceable.”

“You are not replaceable,” you say sharply, then sit up. “Moon. I don’t know what I’d do without you, or Sun or Eclipse…”

It’s too much. The weight of the attack cracks you open, exposing your ribs and heart, and finally, you open your arms in a silent plea. 

His answer is to pull you quickly into his star-stitched lap. You curl up in his embrace, hiding your face against the blue and silver of his chassis. 

“Shush, shush, starlight,” Moon whispers to you. “I won’t let any monsters get you.”

You try to say his name, but a sob leaves your lips instead. He strokes your hair with another calming hum. 

It’s not for you to be afraid. You’re only trying to survive. The Clerk made it clear that should your companion ever be caught smuggling you to safety, they would all pay dearly. They never had to pluck you off the street in your mindless and fruitless wanderings. They didn’t have to help you get out of the city just to make sure you weren’t slaughtered. 

They are all you have.

“We did a lot today,” you find your voice at last.

Moon chuckles. “We do. We should all rest.”

He lowers his head and presses the grin of his faceplate to the top of your head.

“Sleep. We’ll keep you safe,” he vows in a voice overlaid with two others that you know by heart.

You dip your head numbly. Moon’s fingers continue to tenderly stroke your hair until you find some peace at the end of the world. They hold you close.

[zuxver]

AHHHHHHH, THIS IS SO COOL! THE PANTS ARE PERFECT! AND THE MASK LOOKS EPIC!

I am also planning on doing a stylized Moon cosplay for Halloween, so INTENSELY STARING AT HOW YOU DID THE SHOES 😭

Yet another photo post heheheh

[nan-not-found]

MHA Boys React - Hero Costume

The MHA boys' reactions when they walk in on your wearing their hero costume and doing poses in the mirror.

List Includes: K. Bakugou, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, T. Iida, E. Kirishima, D. Kaminari, H. Sero, and H. Shinsou

💥 Katsuki Bakugou

He freezes in the doorway, eyes locked on you mid-power pose in his gauntlets, the rest of his costume sagging on your smaller frame.

"The hell are you doin'?"

You freeze, busted in the act. "Uh... testing your drip?"

"Tch. You'll strain your damn shoulder posing like that." He walks over to you and starts adjusting your stance, showing you how to do it properly.

"If you're going to pretend to be me, don't half-ass it, idiot. Do it right."

He ends having you take it off so he can put it on and show you how a real pro does it.

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🥦 Izuku Midoriya

He walks in and stops immediately upon seeing you in his full gear.

"W-What -?" He looks so confused but also excited.

You give him a big grin and strike one of his signature pose. "Isn't it obvious? I'm pretending to be my favorite hero!"

He has immediate stars in his eyes, becoming giddy like a kid as he walks around you, admiring your dedication.

"You look amazing!"

He pauses when he looks down at your feet.

"Oh my god, you even nailed the foot placement."

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❄️🔥 Shoto Todoroki

He walks in and just... tilts his head.

"That's my hero suit."

You freeze in the middle of a dramatic pose.

"I was curious how it felt. Is that okay?"

He nods slowly. "You look better in it than I do."

Dead serious. Not flirting. Just facts.

Then he steps beside you and calmly mimics your pose in the mirror.

"Should we coordinate? We'd be a good duo."

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🦵 Tenya Iida

"Hey, have you seen my -" He doesn't even get to finish his sentence when he sees you, mid-stance, and gasps so hard it echoes.

"My gear!! It's calibrated - wait, are you doing my signature pose?"

He's torn between being flustered and flattered.

"You mustn't wear it improperly - it's a custom fit! Also - that's... that's actually very good form."

Eventually, he goes full fanboy.

"Would you care to do a synchronized routine? I have ideas!"

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💪 Eijiro Kirishima

Walks in. Sees you doing a bicep flex in his gear. Stops. Blinks.

"BABE! You look SO MANLY RIGHT NOW!"

He beams like the sun, 100% hype, zero shame. Runs in and flexes beside you.

"Let's go! Pose-off, right now. Loser makes dinner!"

Takes a photo of you mid-pose and sets it as his phone wallpaper before you take it off.

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⚡ Denki Kaminari

He just stops breathing the moment he sees you in it.

"Oh... wow."

You expect a dumb joke, but he's just standing there, totally in awe.

"You look so good, it's borderline criminal."

You strike a pose, one of his go-to favorites, and he clutches his heart.

"Okay, but real question - can I wear yours? Couple cosplay goals."

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🍃 Hanta Sero

He walks in mid-toothbrush, and just leans on the doorframe with the most chill smile.

"Yo. Didn't think you could look better, but here we are."

You do his tape-launching pose, the helmet awkwardly shifting on your head as you do.

He stifles a laugh and claps. "You nailed that. Need a roll of tape to complete the look?"

He's then using his tape and attaching it to your elbows, having you hang from the ceiling while he takes pics.

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🧠 Hitoshi Shinsou

He steps into the bedroom, sees you doing his deadpan stare in the mirror, hero costume engulfing your body as you try to pose like him.

There's a long pause before he speaks.

"... Is that what I look like?"

He raises an eyebrow and walks over to you, adjusting the outfit here and there. "You're lucky I like you. Otherwise, you'd be arrested for impersonating a hero."

He's low-key loving it.

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MHA Reacts - Masterlist MHA Fanfics - Masterlist

[puprdou]

halloween draken!! u know who that is. draken and reader getting matching costumes and going trick or treat together just bc I love halloween and I love draken

ofc!! i had to listen to halloween music while writing this ngl. contains. established relationship. fluff. past draken (15-18).

“for the last time, i said no.” he stubbornly sighed, a hand placed on his forehead. he laid flat on his bed, the sounds of the other girls in the brothel, having fun and getting dressed for halloween filling the air outside of the closed door.

you pouted, shoulders slumping for the umpteenth time that night. the sun had set, plenty of people were trick or treating, so why weren’t the two of you? you were still teens, you had to have fun while you still can before life takes it’s toll on the both of you.

“come ooonn! i got all dressed up as harley quinn, and you won’t even be the joker with me?!” whining like a petulant child, you placed the surprisingly well-made joker costume on his bed next to him. you willingly offered to do his makeup, and even temporarily color, and do his hair for him, but now he’s saying he doesn’t want to! how is that fair?

“ken, i love you, but you’re being a jackass!” he simply shrugged and nodded, causing utter disbelief to fall across your face. grumbling, you stomped out of the room, unhappy.

he sighed, feeling a little bad. he didn’t enjoy making you upset, especially since this was something he knew you were so excited for, since it was your first halloween together since the two of you began dating, and because it was your favorite holiday.

it took a long time for him to even realize you had liked him. it took you having to tell him outright that you loved him for him to finally acknowledge your feelings, the oblivious bastard he is.

so, sucking up his pride, he sat up and observed the costume. it involved a dark, velvety purple suit coat, a green vest, a blueish-white button down, a striped green tie, and finally, a matching, purple suit pants. you had even went out of your way to buy him dress shoes, purple gloves, jewelry, and temporary hair dye to color his hair rather than buying a tacky wig.

with mild reluctance, his pride held him still. did he really want to go out, cosplaying the joker for halloween, bound to be made fun of by the other toman founders? or does he suck it up just to be able to go out on halloween, trick or treating with the person most dear to him, the love of his life, and ignore their jokes and laughs.

goddamnit. he’s really gonna do it, isn’t he?

just the thought of your pouty frown, puffed-out cheeks, crossed arms, and big eyes looking away from him had him folding. he picked up the costume, and began to change into it in the quiet privacy of his bedroom in the brothel.

by the time he was done, you were ranting to the other girls how he won’t match with you, before they suddenly looked up, behind you—you heard a gentle hum, and felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist, a chin settling on you shoulder.

“hey, sweetheart.” he muttered quietly as you turned to look at him, a gasp falling from your slightly parted lips. eyes shining, sparkling like the brightest star in the sky, you jumped and twirled in happiness.

“you’re really gonna do it?! oh! oh, okay, i need to do your makeup, let’s go!-” you wasted no time in ushering him out of the room, into one of the bathrooms where all the makeup had been shared throughout the girls from their seperate makeup purses.

it took a solid, extra hour just to finish it; makeup, and hair, but, eventually, it was done. he looked amazing, you thought. sure, joker didn’t typicaly have long hair, but you thought he looked fantastic! especially since, he finally had his hair out of a braid for once.

“kennyyy, you look AWESOME!!” you giggled, foot popping up as you leaned upward to give your boyfriend a peck on the lips. it was time you two should leave, as the night continued on, hours passing by. draken grabbed an unused pillowcase in his room, before walking out with you; who had even bought a damn bat to complete the harley quinn costumes, as you both now matched for halloween.

draken was happy by the end of the night; gaining both candy and a happy partner. he enjoyed trick or treating more than he thought he would, mostly because he avoided the other toman members as much as possible as to not get made fun of.

but he knew damn well, that he would be doing this with you for more years to come, every halloween, just to see that smile on your face. ♡

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[dianakko-week]

Im so excited to announce the coming of Dianakko Week 2024!

august 25-31 🌸✨️

Just a mini announcement this year were hosting the event on Tumblr Tiktok and twitter!

So feel free to share your creations on all three!!!

Now for this year’s prompts:

Day 1: Sun and Moon/Music

Day 2: My Saviour/Amnesia

Day 3: Pirates/Steampunk

Day 4: Trip/Colors

Day 5: Dinosaurs/Movie

Day 6: Prom/Pride

Day 7: Free Day! ✨️/Cherry Blossom 🌸

Rules info:

No NSFW, please. It won’t be shared on this blog.

You can do any type of media! If Fanart, Fanfiction, AMV, Edits, Cosplay, Pumpkin Carving, videos, animation, 3d etc etc. Do whatever your heart desires!

Use the hashtag #dianakkoweek on any social media you post! and tag the blog @dianakko-week directly on tumblr @bringlwaback on tiktok and twitter to ensure we see it! Because some of the social medias don't always show all posts when you search.

If you don’t have tumblr or tiktok or twitter you can send your content in through the tumblr submission box!

Only use your own art or art you have permission to use or official art. (especially relevant for editors)

We are a small team managing 3 social medias so please be patient even if some posts are only shared in delay.

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message us on tumblr!

Spread the word! reblog on Tumblr! Repost and like on Tiktok! Retweet on Twitter! and let’s all have another amazing year! ✨️

Credit for the amazing cover art: @belivinginyourselfistherealmagic and @unownhere

[alexeik]

Went out camping with @skoll-sun-eater and we cosplayed FC5 at this great spot around our campsite. I love how everything came together in these photos and Skoll looking amazing as always!💜

[creepypso]

Over halloween I had visited my very very good friend @zadrdumpblog in Nevada :OO She was an amazing guide and america was very fun. Again thank you for making it possible for this little german dude to see the world and for giving me the best vacation I had so far :o

But yeess of course, being in Nevada, we also went to the gift shop at area 51 in our Dib cosplays because we thought it would be hilarious (which is was btw) <33

The drawing is inspired by one of the pictures we took in front of the family friendly building and to be exact: The picture after I had stared a little too long into the desert sun and whining and almost crying because it

[flowerbornofdarkness]

I had a life before this. I had a life. A real one. I actually enjoyed going outside. I still do I just have no one to join me and I know that is some bullshit excuse but you try doing everything alone because no wants to do it with you. No one is interested playing with the snow anymore. No one is interested cosplaying with you. No one is interested playing uno with you. No one is interested in anything that you are so you just have to do it alone. But I did things. I had a life. I had it good. I was touching grass everweek day because I was going to school. A school that loved nature and it made me love nature. I still love nature. I miss running. I god damn miss running. But I'll just look fucking weird running around the block and then coming back in the house all by myself like "look at the werido running outside" there is barely anyone out there anyway so I'll just cause attention to go on me STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME!!!!! I miss gardening. I don't have my own but the school does and for some reason it made me not scared of bugs anymore (why the fuck do I sound like a god damn fictional character that can only function in society by nature?) I liked getting my hands dirty and feeling the dirt and planting new seeds and them watching them grow but now I'm too fucking lazy for that. If someone isn't hounding me to do something I just can't do it and just be my miserable lazy wasting life person. I hate it. I hate that is my life now. I hate that I woke up from a dream like that and all I was focused on is touching myself and also self aware that isn't my life anymore. That couldn't possibly be my life anymore. It hasn't been like that for four years. I miss it so fucking much. I want to do those things again. I fucking loved going outside and at least sitting on the grass, watching other people be people. I loved the way the sun hit my back and gave me warmth that felt like someone was comforting me. I loved when I would wash my hands after touching the grass and dirt and then it became clean for lunch. I loved running until I got a water break and the fucking water tastes so fucking amazing that I can still remember it. I want water to taste like that forever. I want to run again. I love running. I love nature. I love laying on the grass or snow and looking up at the sky and just watching the clouds slowly go by. WHY THE FUCK IS THIS MY LIFE NOW!?!?!??!!?

No one. No one wants to do anything with me and online friends and shit. It's not that they are shit and it's the chance we will even meet up and do everything we said we want to do is shit. You're just gonna find someone else better than me, get a date, say oh I'm not your number one when you are to meeeeeeee!!!! And leave me. Yeah you still care but you aren't doing shit to fucking prove you even want me around. I DID!!!! I HAVE!!!!!!!!! I'M STILL CONTINUING THIS FAKE ASS RELATIONSHIP JUST SO I WON'T GET CALLED A FAKE FRIEND. I AM NOT A FAKE FRIEND. I COULD BE BUT I GENUINELY LOVED YOU I THINK I STILL DO BUT YOU ARE THE WHO BROKE MY DELUED REALITY THIS IS ALLLL YOUR FAULT!!! I'M SICK OF IT BEING JUST MY FAULT BECAUSE I GOT MY HOPES UP I MADE SOME FANTASY OF A LIFE WITH US YOU FUCKING DIDN'T DENY ANY OF IT OOHHH BUT NOW YOU WANT TO FUCKING TELL ME YOU WERE LYING AND YOU DON'T WANT ME BY YOURSELF WITH SIGMA AND I'M JUST TOOOOO FUCKING OBSESSIVE!?!?!?!? FUCK YOU. I HOPE YOU DO KILL YOURSELF. I HOPE IT WORKS. I HOPE YOU LIVE A LIFE OF HELL WHEN YOU GROW UP. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE GOOD WITHOUT ME YOU BITCH. I LOVE YOU. I LOVED YOU. I WILL BE THE ONLY MOTHER FUCKING BITCH THAT WILL LOVE YOU THAT HARD. THAT MUCH. SOUL LOVING TRAPPED INSIDE OR ME SHOVING IT DOWN YOUR THROAT IN THE MOST NICEST WAY. I WAS EVERYTHING GOOD. BECAUSE I'M A BIT OBSESSIVE AND JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE YOU DON'T WANT A FUTURE WITH ME AND I'M JUST SOME VISTER TO YOU IN THE FUTURE???? FUCK YOU FUCK YOUR FRIENDS I HOPE THEY ALL DIE IN A FIRE BECAUSE THEY WHERE BITCHES ANYWAY.