#WHATEVA!!! GO MY CRINGE

[michaels-reality]

I MADE A DUMBASS JOKE ON STREAM. During my request stream I said Capochin watches divorce court and then I thought too hard ☝🏽be so nice to me i rotate them around in my brain KSHGSJDKG

watch me ramble a little bit under the cut a lil

I have a little bit of headcanons going on here. So I think Vibiano is like the resident hairdresser among the Bizzyboys like. Designed the uniforms and does everyone's hair when they need it cus by spek my boys need to slay when they are out there on the field. But I think Capochin is the only one a lil more reserved about being touched on his head, or pet specifically. I think he got a bit unhealthy about it because Inspekta/Hector would ruffle his hair and pet him as to tell him good job, so he doesn't want anyone touching him where Inspekta has. After the events of the game, it's a big trust thing for someone to touch his head or hair again. I might make this an *actual* comic and not just me doodling 10 million pictures on my csp, but I imagine Capo does not do his best to take of himself or his hair after the events of the game and he ends up having a mental breakdown and pulling his hair and messing it up real bad. Vib finds him and helps calm him down and afterwards she helps him brush his hair out and it's such a BIG trust act between Capo and Vib. Vib for the most part is the only other person allowed to pet Capo or touch his hair, but he still gets freaked out sometimes when he's in his head with stuff.

Anyways. shoots myself with my big gun

[piccolos-bigtoe]

HEY IF YOU STILL TAKE REQUESTS,,

Scout driving Sniper's Van

Haiiiiii yeas I still do take reqs :33 if they interest me enough anyways!!! I couldn't get this one off my mind <3 so thank you for requesting this pisslord. I never draw vehicles tho lol so it was a challenge!!! Drew this sorta quick to wind down from school work They're listening to Jane Child's Don't Wanna Fall in love song.... Headcanons/writings below... Sorrey for cringe, is posting writings cringe or is it in now? Obvi just a quick thang and unedited

...

Sniper is an extreme lightweight. It doesn't take much for him to get buzzed, one or two pale ales do him in easily. Being an honorary old man at the ripe age of 26 (or was it 27? 28? He forgets) he just falls asleep wherever he can manage. This being the case, he avoids drinking when he goes out (which is rare on its own) and sticks to doing it by himself in his camper. It wasn't until a while after he and Scout became friends that he drank in any company.

Scout had one day mentioned off-handedly that he never really learned how to drive. Growing up with a handful of brothers and in a poorer part of Boston, as the youngest of them a car wasn't going to be given to him anytime soon. It felt odd to Sniper that something so integral to his being, the ability to freely travel whenever wherever, was something that the runner had never really experienced.

"I'll teach ya." Though of course the only car he had to teach in was his precious camper that has been with him through thick and thin, he didn't have to give much thought to the offer. Scout was smarter than people gave him credit for, he couldn't mess it up too much. And a more dramatic part of him felt bad that someone as free-spirited and independent as Scout didn't have (what Sniper considered anyways) a basic necessity to freedom.

"Aw for real man? Hell Snipes you barely even let people look at the friggen' van, you sure about this?"

"yep. I'll let you take a crack at it, sure."

And so Sniper taught Scout how to drive, and he took to it fairly quickly. Though the runner doesn't have his license, he is 'Sniper Approved. The few times he's gotten pulled over, he pulls out his approval badge and they let him go (he pulls out his bat and smacks their shit up).

And this leads into Scout being Snipers designated driver. Since Sniper has someone he trusts enough to drive the van, he's safe to drink whenever they all go out. Scout is not the biggest fan of drinking himself ('what's the point of drinking sumn' nasty just to get all sick n' dizzy?'), plus being sober means he has an advantage in pool and any card games.

Whenever Sniper asks for him to drive them back he typically goes "ah fine whateva! I'll drive, AGAIN." It means more to him than he lets on that Sniper trusts him enough to have broken his unspoken never drinking out rule and let him drive his camper. Though that's not something he would ever openly admit.

The same way Sniper would never admit that half the time he doesn't drink enough to get tired. He just pretends to sleep so he can sneak looks at Scout as the scenery of the New Mexico night passes by the window.

[diddysbabyoil]

friggin pinned post or something 👅👅 (account info)

Okay! So— a little info… about the two ppl who manage this account.

Hi my name is Cherry but I also go as Diddy 👅👅👅 (joke—I hope it can be taken lightheartedly.)

I have Tourette’s :)

He/him

I mainly run this account and most requests go thru me unless directed at Genny.

I do all of the smau stories so if you have an idea or a request that goes thru me!!!

uhh?? That��s it 🦶

HIII my name is Genny!!!

How can you tell my posts from Cherry’s? Easy! In my titles I’ll put cute symbols and I’m associated with sylveon!!

Although I don’t do smau, which tends to be more popular, I’m very flexible with requests!! If you request a certain gender reader I can do that. Want it to lowkey be a self insert of yourself or oc? I can do that.

She/her

That’s all!

Rules and whateva

(no master list yet because both of us r too lazy to do that and we don’t even have enough posts or popularity)

Requests will always be open!!!

Both of us are super lenient with requests. Nsfw, sfw, angst, fluff, smau, self indulgent, oc insert, pretty much anything.

HOWEVER… there is a fine line. No loli/shota con, proship, or incest or any smut of minors. Others might be okay with it, but we are not. This isn’t meant to offend anyone it just doesn’t align with our moral compass and it makes us uncomfortable.

That being said, everything else is okay to request and it’s heavily encouraged!! (We fkn need inspiration.)

Both of us have the writing capacity to write plethora of scenarios.

Gore is one of them. Of course, we always add and plan to add trigger warnings in our posts about any sensitive topic. BUT in the case that you request something like; “can you write about blah blah blah getting [insert downright torturous jaw dropping horrible and painful way to die that it makes you physically cringe and leaves you in utter shock]??? :3” We cannot. We are NOT Art the clown or Saw 😭🙏

anyways, that’s all the rules. If you want quick easy reads like smaus, go ahead and req. if you want headcanons go ahead and req. scenarios and reactions? Go ahead and req!! Requests will always be open. In the case that they aren’t, it’s because either both of us had an argument or both of us are way too busy to even look at this account. In other words, requests are only closed if neither of us are active.

Omg I forgot to add neither of us will do scat, piss, or feet 😭😭 we’re freaky but freaky with morals 👅 cnc is a little controversial and I don’t know if I’ll ever write rape unless it’s for angst…

ANYWAYS.. please go ahead and request. We do creepypasta, Genshin impact, mouthwashing, Jjk, hxh, and a shitload of others. (Forget the fact our account is new it will grow 👅)

[tunaspatty]

Have you got some Takoyama headcanons? 🐙

yeah i have quite a little written down in my notes app,, ghhh ghfgbh,, not the best and im. a lil shy, also kinda worried that alot of these are just mad obvious but ummm yeah this is what ive got for now, sorry it took so long to get to you!

some Takoyama headcanons!! woop woop

* ambidextrous (aka doesn’t have a more dominant hand)

* is a pescatarian (maybe)

* uses his tentacles to open things like clams and jars :3

* uses his tentacles to hold things!!!!

* really likes to dance

* i imagine his house is connected to his salon(probably in an upstairs or downstairs area)

* definitely a bit wealthy, makes a hella good earning like wjat da hellllllll hes got a fancy ass sports car in the anime hes def not poor

* has two legs under his dress, suckers at the bottom of his feetsies, wears flip flops/sandals or whateva

* likes rain probably

* good swimmer(obviously)

* very much an early bird, sleeps early

* can take care of himself very well, doesn’t usually ask for help with things

* overworks himself a lot :( poor baby

* rarely swears in blue form but is a huge potty mouth in red form

* hates messes, likes keeping things as tidy as he can

* has a super bedazzled flip phone instead of a regular cellphone cuz he can just close his phone shut all sassy to hang up a call 🤭🤭🤭 ooouuuu

* red takoyama is really warm to the touch whilst blue takoyama is colder

* has to bundle up SO MUCH during winter times, especially in blue form since hes already cold blooded, i imagine he becomes really stiff

* has a waterbed fs (i also like imagining his mattress is circular instead of rectangular lol)

* sleeps with alotta pillows, how comfy

* mutters/mumbles/talks a bit in his sleep

* if he hugs you he can just sorta latch on and wrap around u, and its really hard to pry him off if he doesn’t wanna let u go

* likes being a bit fashionable whenever he can teeheee

* sings very loudly to himself a lot whenever he’s doing something alone (cooking, doing chores, etc.)

* i imagine his love languages are mostly spending quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation and he also likes physical touch alot alot he can be super affectionate and loving

* loves decorating the interior of his salon and home!!!!!!, def has a very beachy oceany sea vibes to his house

* just really friendly, he probs knows/is familiar with like,, everyone in parappatown,,, bro has got connections (at least as his blue self)

* probably sees yoko as a sister i think thats cute

* i like imagining him super strong,,, like alot of things he can lift almost effortlessly

* its very cool to imagine that he used to just straight up live in the ocean before moving to parappatown to pursue his hairdressing career

* super flexible has no bones!!!!!

* good cook

* hates wearing no shoes/socks because his suckers stick to the floor

* smells like shampoo, hair products, some kinda sea scent,, maybe a lil like sea food potentially?🤔🤔🤔(it depends on the day i guess)

i did leave some out bc theyre my cringe selfshippy ones bu bu bu bu but please eat these up please enjoy pls pls plsss!!!!! *runs away sobbing* STOPYELLINGATME

(disclaimer some of these were inspired/given to me by pals and stuff:3 thank you all)

[yoinkschief]

The reference sheet for my Eddsworld Red Apocalypse Persona 😼

I love this AU so much what the actual fuck what happened how did I get sucked into this it's got me in a chokehold hELP

Info Dump about my bbg under the cut blink blink

Jay started off as a soldier for the Anti-Red Army, and he was rather loyal to it, rarely ever questioning the intentions of his superiors and just working his way up the ranks, not really caring about what he had to do to do that

Eventually, however, the higher up he go the more,,, rumors,, he'd inevitably hear about his fearless leader and what he's really doing

At first she didn't think much of it, just brushing it off as insubordination or whateva, but eventually she starts looking into - out of morbid curiosity, surely, and suffice to say he didn't exactly like what he had found there

She confided in someone she thought she could trust about it, they weren't particularly close but she thought that they wouldn't be the type to open their mouth - turns out they were, and they flapped their gums all the way up to the big man himself

Turns out Fredrik did not like people talking shit about him

Shortly after that, Jay found themself being called in late for some "extra help" in Thatcher's laboratory, which quickly turned into a less than pleasant experience for them

Though they managed to survive the experimentations, not without some serious repercussions - their body had to effectively remold itself once a knew genome was spliced into their normal, and frankly they shouldn't be alive but they were, and they were determined to keep it that way

Their body hurt, it ached and was sore with every breath they took, and they were covered in their own blood but they managed out of the army's immediate range if they were to look for them

To be a little self indulgent and cringe 2016 he was found by the Eddsworld Crew and helped him get back on his feet

Not without of course keeping him in a pseudo-prison of sorts - no normal person looks like that and naturally they suspect foul play afoot

But all seems fine as Jay explains himself and how exactly he got into this situation - there's still suspicion of him, I mean c'mon the guy just admitted to being an A-RA soldier, no doy, but in an attempt to bridge this gap he did end up spilling his guts about what exactly Fredrik was planning - or at least, as much as he could recall, as a peace offering of sorts

Fredrik has yet to seriously search for Jay, he most has a passive warrant out on him that surely won't end at demotion and dishonorable discharge

It's definitely suspicious that he hasn't, seeing as Jay is an escaped experiment, but hey, that's just a theory :3c

Sigh,,, I miss MatPat

[noodlebro]

TL:DR, local porn star snorts pepper. - 🐈‍⬛/🐕

Word count: 1915

—

“Grnngh.. another fuckin’ day with Val I might just fuckin’ kill myself.” Angel whines, getting back to the hotel after work, sitting down in front of the bartender.

He takes the cocktail he always finds made for him on the counter of the bar and starts chugging it before he starts telling the bartender about how shitty Valentino is when he looks over to him and realizes he’s asleep.

“Whiskas?” He pokes and prods at the sleeping chimera-like cat demon before getting his hand swatted away by a half-asleep Husk.

*Sndrff*

“Mmmmhhhhmmm fuck do you want.” The cat says with a slightly congested sounding voice

“You uh- you good?”

Husk groggily looks up at Angel, turns around and inhales comically deeply, quickly realizing that was a bad decision, the sudden rush of cold air irritating his nose. He quickly turns around to stifle a few sneezes.

“hIH-XGNT- TSHH- HEHH-hh.” he internally groans, losing the last one and aggressively rubs his nose before turning back around to the spider.

“Fugck d’you mbeand by thadt.” The bartender says in an extremely agitated tone.

Cringing at the sound of the congestion rapidly seeping into his voice, the spider sheepishly responds “Uh.. nothin’ uh, jus’.. forget I said anything.”

“..glaldy.” 

“h-h-*hhHH* *sdnff* fuuuuu… hhHATCHH-uh. Thdere idt is! Mby god!”

The jumping spider looks at him with concern for a moment before quickly looking away, not wanting to get shouted at by a grouchy, sick Husk.

Angel goes back to his room after drinking a few more glasses and lies down on his bed with Fat Nuggets for a few minutes, before a he hears a knock on his door.

“Charlie, I am not doing trust exercises at fucking 12:05 in the morning”

“Uh, itd’s ndot Charlie-.”

“Oh shit- Whiskas, that you?” realizing it’s him, Angel quickly puts on a seductive tone after hearing his voice.

“Come to see me babycakes? Why ya visiting me in my bedroom, hm?~ Wanna come a bit closer?~..”

“Shudt the fuck ubp. Do you have adny tissues ind here or ndot?”

“Uh.. and.. Why do you need them?” He asks, concerned, dropping the seductiveness and remembering the state the bartender was previously in.

“..there was a spbill odn the bar”

“Mm.. uh-huh. Sure kitty, whateva you say” He mumbles handing him the box of tissues, his concern for him rising with every moment.

There’s a short bit of silence after, only the sound of the slight hitching of breath from Husk and the straight radiation of suspicion and worry coming from Angel.

“..thangks.”

“Uh-huh.”

Right as Husk starts walking out of the room, he’s interrupted by a series of sneezes

“hh-.HETSHH-uh- HEPSHH-ehh.. fuckging hell..”

“..bless. D’you- uh- need anything? I think I probably have medicine somewhere around here..”

“..ndo. ‘m fidne, thangks.” He says quietly, speed walking out the door.

After the door slams shut, Angel hears more muffled coughs and sneezes from outside his room.

“Okay, yeah, he is definitely sick.” He mutters to himself.

—

Angel hears knocks on his door.

“Hm?”

“Hey Angel! We’re doing more exercises today!” The puppy-like-princess chirps at his door.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Okay! See you then!”

Angel slumps down onto his bed before breathing in deeply through his nose and getting out of bed.

After he finished his comically long morning routine, he walked downstairs and instinctively looked at the bar. It was empty. Now he needed to do the trust exercises without getting to even check up on Husk.

…

fuck.

—

After another long day at the studio, Angel came back to the hotel and slumped over at the bar.

“I needa drink.”

…

“Whiskers?”

“Uh, Angel? Are you gonna go to your room or are you just gonna… uh. Sit here?” Vaggie side-eyed him.

“Bitch, don’t you fuckin’ side eye ME.”

“I’m not the one who was fucking slumped at the bar waiting for someone who wasn’t even here for the ENTIRE. DAY.” She said, subconsciously flaring her wings out with her arms.

“Oh shut the fuck up, bitch, it was a long shoot, aight?... hold on, gone for the whole day? Where was he?”

“I don’t know. In his room?”

“Okay. Can I atleast still get a drink?”

Vaggie sighed and walked behind the bar counter and poured him a drink before sliding it over to him.

“Thanks, vagina.”

Just as Angel was about to grab the neck of the glass, Vaggie snatched it away from him and downed it in two seconds flat.

“FUCK YOU. IN THE BAD WAY.”

“Slow.” 

“Ugh, whateva. I’m gonna go check up on Husk.” He says walking up the stairs to the chimera’s room.

Vaggie snorted.

“Bitch, what now?”

“Someone’s down bad.”

“FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU AND YOUR FUCKIN’ DEMON BITCH, YOU KNOW FUCKIN’ NOTHIN’ ABOUT ME, I WILL FU-

“You never denied it,” Vaggie said with the most smug face known to the Pentagram.

“AGHH.” Angel shouts, storming off.

“Hey, before you go.”“WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW, MY FUCKING GOD.”

“Y’know, you’re not doing a great job of hiding the fact you’re concerned about  your little Husky-poo.” Vaggie taunted. (“VAGINA I SWEAR-”)  If you want him to take care of himself, you could, I don’t know, also pretend to also be sick?”

”That’s!-... actually a good idea. Damn, bitch, that's a sentence I thought I'd never say to you.”

“Okay, fuck you, now go away”

“fine.”

The spider starts thinking about Vaggie’s words. “How the fuck would I pretend to be sick anyway? Should’ve known vagina couldn’t have an actual good ideaaaa…?” His voice trails of as he walks past the kitchen, spotting a shaker full of pepper.

“Hmmmm.” Angel grins as he walks slowly towards the shaker. He makes a pile of the pepper and mentally prepares himself.

“Eh, I've done this before for my films, how bad could this even be?” He mumbles the last part “haven’t done it in a while though.” 

“Whatever, ya only live- uh- die? Once!”

He starts inhaling the pepper.

“*COUGH COUGH* DAMN BITCH HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT*COUGH*AUUH WHY IS IT SPICY ITS BURNING MY NOSTRILS”

—

“Vaggie, why is Angel running around the lobby screaming?”  Charlie concerningly looks at Angel.  

“He snorted pepper.”

“HE WHAT”

Vaggie sips her coffee.

“He snorted pepper.”

“Uh- okay.”

“This is so hilarious I’ve been recording him for 30 minutes now”

“…sweetie I really love you but…” Charlie points at Angel

—

Finally composing himself, he puts on some blush to make it look convincing.

“HUSKYYY~”  Angel yells obnoxiously 2 octaves higher then his usual voice, making it half-sound like a moan. 

“WHADT THE FUGCK DO YOU-” Angel listens to him shouting, before he gets cut off by something, which by what he can hear are muffled coughs. 

He starts walking towards Husk’s room and knocks. “Can I come in pleaseee~ I-”

He cuts himself off with a few coughs. (eh, convincing enough.) he thinks to himself.

He hears a quiet growl from inside. “..sure.”

He slumps his shoulders before going in and puts a tired look on his face and goes into Husk’s room. Feathers and used tissues cover the floor, with empty booze bottles stacked in the corner. Oh my satan, the feathers. They were piled up, some in clumps and some in groups of only one or two. Same with the tissues. “sheesh, that’s a lot,”Angel thinks, hiding a sympathetic cringe for the cat. 

Husk’s fur is matted and unclean, the fur on his tail is bent and his wings have uneven clumps of feathers. The fur around his nose has thinned, probably from rubbing too hard with tissues.

“Whadt hapbened tdo you? You look like shidt.”

“Ndot pbossible,” Husk says mockingly in a higher octave, wincing at the effort it took.

“Ha-ha. Very fudny. You sure you dond’t need anything? Ya look this close frobm collabpsing.”

“Could say the sabme for you.”

Angel internally cheers. He remembers to maybe thank Vaggie later.

“Adnyways, I feel like shidt. (“you loogk ligke shidt”) cadn I pblease lay dowdn with youu~?”

“..fidne.”

“YESSSS” He internally screams.

He pounces on the cat, launching him onto the bed.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get Nuggs~!” 

Husk pinches his nose and acts annoyed. That is, until Angel leaves. After the spider left his room, he smiled. (Well, the closest thing he could to smile in his current condition) 

Angel comes back holding the pig and placing him softly on Husk’s lap

“Ookay! Now I’m gonna go get some medicine for you okay??”

“Arend’t you also *sdnnf* sigck? Where’d all’f this ednergy combe frobm? Odne secgond you’re coughigg nd sdneezing and a segcond away frobm crumbling, and ndow you’re agctig ligke a lil’ *snddddddfff* kid who found a dollar odn the sidewalk.”

“Uhhh. Allergies?” Angel shrugged. “Anyways, you need medicine. Be right back!”

“AW COBME THE FU-” the door slams shut and he hears the quick footsteps of the spider running

The spider comes back, panting. “Huhh.. I got some medicine, here.” He says, laying out all of it and placing 3 full boxes of tissues beside him. 

“Here, wear one of these, it’ll be more comfortable.” He says, throwing one of his robes and sweaters at Husk. 

“I- whadt- agh, combe odn. Itd’s ndot *SNDDFFFF* that bad.”

“Ah, shut the fuck up and put it on Whiskas, what, you too pussy (pun intended -authors) to be seen in somethin’ a’ mine?” 

“Oh fugck you, fidne.”

“Ha.”

“Shudt ubp.” He throws on the robe and Angel overdramatically falls onto the bed next to him

“Now take your medicine. I have water if you need it.

“Mmhfff… thangks..”

“Don’t mention it.”

“…”

“…”

“Hey, do your wings normally shed that much?” Angel’s the first to speak.

“I dodn’t kndow, I dond’t really *COUGH COUGH* (Angel winces at the sound) pbay attentiodn to thebm.”

“Aren’t you supposed to like, preen them or sumn’?” He asks, handing a cup of water over to him.

“Yeah I thingk so. Ndever really bothered tdo, though.”

“I don’t know, that looks really uncomfortable to me.”

Husk’s wings subconsciously twitched, scattering some loose feathers on the bed, causing Angel to sharply suck it with his teeth bared at the sight.

“Itd’s ndot thadt bad…”

“Oh, no, no, this is a mess, I gotta fix this up. How, exactly, are you supposed to do this?” The spider mutters, taking out all his 6 arms and grabbing a comb with one hand, running the other through the cat’s fur and using the others to get him into a position that he could work on with that was still comfortable for Husk.

“I dodn’t kndow, just pbick out adny loose feathers, I guess. I thingk you’re also s’pbosed to oil themb.”

“Do you have anything for that?”

“Yeah, I thingk idt’s idn mby drawer.”

Turns out, having 6 hands was pretty convenient for something like this. Angel used the sweater as something to put all the loose feathers and oil his wings, and after a surprisingly short time, other than the occasional interruptions from him having to sneeze (the feathers everywhere weren’t helping), but afterwards, Husk’s wings were practically unrecognizable to the mess of feathers that it was earlier today. Just as Angel was admiring his work, he noticed a slight hitch in the chimera’s breath.

“hh..hHH-”

“..ohh shit.” he mutters, just as the other demon started sneezing again, scattering the feathers everywhere.

[prettyb0ycvnt]

when i was like 14 i was rambling to my irl for like 15 minutes straight about danganfuckingronpa of all things (do NOT ask me abt dgr i will go crazy mode but whateva im cringe but i am. free?) and then i got EMBARRASSED and apologised for another minute and uhhh. she rested her head in her hands and looked at me with the softest smile ever and said "it's cute when you get excited" and not to be a fucking freak weirdo but i do think about that every day of my life . doesn't rlly help that i was basically in love with her from the ages of 12-15 ???? worked out fine because im 99.9% sure she's a lesbian and i realised im gay but anyway YEAH!!! unsure where this post was going. uhh. basically tell me you like when im a loser nerd weirdo and i'll be indebted to u forever and ever

[darrellenjoyer]

i remember when we first became mutuals like 2 years ago or whateva i was sooo scared ud unfollow like all the time bc i was like kyaaa zack is sooo cool… one time i reblogged a bunch of total drama dundie and was literally thinking like UGH this is so cringe i bet im getting unfollowed for this sobs. and then you reblogged dundie also it was an awesome moment anyway from that point on i was like zack is epic and we’re friends forever now

OH MY GOD I LOVE DUNDIE ITS SO CLASSIC LOLLL you may not know this about me cause it was way way back on my old old blog that i deactivated, but i used to be a huuuuge total drama fan. most of my TD art is lost media now thanks to me deactivating but wait lemme see if i can find any.

THIS IS ALL I GOT... mike was my favorite and i especially loved the mal arc for whatever reason. the blue harvest moon episode still haunts me to this day

you dont have to be embarrassed about what you post!!! you go out of your way to be kind and supportive and thats all that matters to me... im so glad we have been mutuals for so long lol, its kinda crazy to see how much so many of my long-standing mutuals have evolved and changed and yet we are still following each other's silly little tumblr blogs... its hard not to feel like we're friends even though we havent ever talked one on one for more than a few brief messages. and you really think im cool 🥹 THAT MEANS A LOT TO MEE❤️ like i said i'll probably never ever leave tumblr because its the best platform for archiving and organizing my various medias as well as just general art discovery and appreciation. which is what i come to the internet for in the first place!!! plus some of you guys post some really funny stuff NGL including YOUUU 🌈🌈🌈

[csprslvt]

teachers aide; pt 4

Summary: Ellie interrupts some personal time between you and Abby. But this time she really needs you.

Warnings: drug use. mentions of vomit, reader is kind of not a good person but whateva. Ellie is down so bad. Cringe flirting.

Waking up with you in Ellie’s arms was a rare occurrence. Normally you woke up early and snuck out, leaving her alone to gasp at empty sheets you left behind that smelled so strongly of your shampoo and light perfume. She liked it better when she woke up first, she could admire you without being embarrassed or shying away from your gaze. Today was one of those mornings that Ellie woke up early.

The look she gave you was so soft and adoring, her feelings were so incredibly honest and true. She never experienced such a desperate need before. The need to wake up with you by her side, to see you smile, to make you laugh, to hold you endlessly. But she knew she wasn't the only one thinking so highly of you, you were just so kind and oblivious you didn't notice. Abby Anderson wanted you too, but she would never have you high and vulnerable and oh so trusting the way Ellie did on your frequent meetings. Ellie would never take advantage of that trust or vulnerability, she cherished it instead, taking care of you, providing you with whatever you needed was her only wish. She wanted to be the one you went to, not Abby Anderson

After a few moments you stirred awake,

“Els?” You mumbled, “What time is it?” 

“It's exactly 6 am.” 

You groaned, burying your face in Ellie’s neck, she shivered a bit when your lips grazed her neck and pulled away. After a few moments of stalling you sat up. 

“I gotta go.”

“It's friday, we don't have class, do you have too?” Ellie questioned, you never stuck around long enough for her.

“It would be scandalous if everyone saw me leaving your dorm, they’d get the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea.” Ellie repeated, “I think the truth is scandalous enough.”

“Well I don't need people assuming I'm sleeping with a student.”

“Hey, you're a student too.”

“It's better to keep a professional mindset.”

“Professional? Y/n we smoke together, you're literally in my bed right now. We snuggle.”

“Okay well, you got me there but I just don't want any false rumors.”

Ellie frowned, was the prospect of having rumors that you were her girl that bad to you? Ellie personally knew those rumors aren't true but the thought that you belonged to her, made her heart flutter.But she knew, that isn't what you wanted, so she let you go. You left her once again alone to bathe in the sheets you had laid in until she was graced with your presence.

When sneaking out of the dorms into your own, Abby didn't see you. She must've been still asleep, after all there was no class on friday. You realize you could have stayed with Ellie longer but that would increase the chances of being seen, and that was the last thing you wanted. You decided you get ready and go to the student gyms that were a part of the University campus.

Clad in workout gear, you made your way to the cardio floor.It was filled with rows of treadmills and ellipticals and those weird electric workout stairs that made your thighs burn when you attempted to climb them. The cardio floor was above the weightlifting area, it was on the second floor while lifting was on the bottom. You could see down there from the clear glass balcony on the second floor. You decided to take a look down, for no particular reason at all. Not many people came to the gym this early, so the weightlifting area was nearly empty. That was until you spotted Abby Anderson, glowing with sweat, lifting probably double her size. It was very impressive to see her able to do such a thing. You didn't realize you were staring, until she dropped her weight and turned to wave at you. You smiled and waved back, despite the embarrassment of your lingering gaze. Abby motioned for you to come downstairs, and you did, walking briskly down the steps.

“Hey y/n!” Abby said with a bright smile showing off her perfect teeth.

“Hi.” You smiled back, Abby was so pretty, her hair was falling loose from her signature braid, a slight flush covered her creating rosy cheeks. She looked so relaxed despite the amount of physical labor she was doing. It made you wonder how easy this was for her, if she could pick you up as easily as that weight. It didn't mean anything of course, the thoughts you had were simply curiosity.

“That weight is huge.” You said, stating the obvious, Abby laughed.

“I normally bench 205 lbs”

“205?” You gasped, “Jesus Christ Anderson.”

Abby seemed proud of herself, she gave a humble smile, “ I've had lots of practice I guess.”

You poked Abby’s Bicep, it was hard as rock. “ Uh huh, I can tell.”

Abby smirked, she flexed her muscles and you kind of swooned, I mean who wouldn't? Abby was kind of… attractive and her muscles were crazy, but she was just a friend.

“You need to be my personal trainer, I’ll literally pay you.”

Abby’s smirk grew, “I'll give you a pretty girl discount.”  she said boldly

“Sounds bad for business, how many of those are you giving out?” you inquired

“Only you y/n, only you” Abby was fucking smooth. She was kind, gentle and almost treated you as if she was courting you. Or trying to win your affections. She paid for every meal, always respected you, kept her eyes on yours rather than letting them wander, and genuinely cared about every conversation you had. In a way, she seemed kind of like your perfect match, the ideal partner. But with Ellie’s jealousy it would be difficult to pursue a relationship. You were smart, you picked up on things. You knew Ellie liked you, and yea maybe you were a shit person for leading her on by cuddling with her, spending nights with her but you never slept together. You had never kissed nor flirted with her though. You were just more intimate than normal friends. It was a typical lesbian situationship. The both of you were confused. You liked being with Ellie, liked being in her arms, laughing with her. But you spent most of your moments with her high. Not really processing what was going on. Focused on the floaty sensation you had. Abby was different. She saw the authentic you, not the high you. Still it was so soon into your friendship despite months of coffee meetings going by. You can’t force yourself to like someone. You decided you’d wait if feelings would develop on their own and take it from there. Hopefully no one would end up heartbroken.

It felt wrong flirting with Abby when Ellie was pining over you. So, you changed the subject.

“Did you finish the lab I assigned thursday?” You questioned, looking for an excuse to talk about anything but yourself.

“I did actually, I’m here working out as a congrats to myself and all my hard work.”

“You consider working out this early in the morning as a reward?”

“Working out is actually proven to lift your mood and relieve stress. So yea, it is a reward.”

“Well I’m about done with my workout so, I can take you out and we can get something to eat? I'll pay this time. You deserve it after that lab”

Being with Abby was so easy. Cozy inside a cafe, she spoke to you about everything on her mind ( other than her deep admiration and heartache for you) and you did the same, no worries or fears about overstepping were present. Just you, just her.

Abby loved literature, she was quite the bookworm, currently she was telling you about her newest read.

“It's a classic, one of my favorites. Everyone thinks dracula was the first vampire novel but Carmilla came before that. People just erase its history because it's women loving women.”

Oh? Abby read wlw vampiric novels, therefore, she had to be gay.

“People really suck, wlw history is so often misinterpreted and erased I mean look at Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-west. They were clearly very in love, but no one likes to recognize it.”

Abby’s face grew surprised. You also liked wlw history, you had to be gay.

“You know your history.”

“History is my second best class other than physics, especially women's history. I've always found it so interesting.”

“Virginia and Vita’s love letters were beautiful, have you ever read them?”

“I've heard some famous quotes here and there but I've never sat down and read them.”

“I have a copy of a book filled with their letters, you can borrow it if you'd like”

You smiled, she melted.

“I'd like that, thank you” you said sincerely.

You talked and talked, that was until your phone started vibrating insistently with text messages.

Brrrr.

“Hi babe” at 12:31 pm

Brrrrr.

“Got a new dab rig and wax lmk if u wanna hit” at 12:34 pm

Brrrrrr.

“I got ur fave snacks come over” at 12:35 pm

Brrrrr.

“Where r u” at 12:36 pm

Brrrr. 

“y/n?????” at 12:39 PM

“You wanna check your phone?” Abby chuckled, “Looks like it's been going off for a while.”

You flipped your phone over and saw messages from “Els”, normally you would answer in a second, you didn't keep her waiting often but this was your time with Abby. Ellie could wait…or not.

“It's just Ellie.”

“She seems like she wants something, you should text her back.” Abby exclaimed, sounding a little hesitant as if she didn't really want that.

“No, I'm with you right now, she can wait.”

So you ignored her, that was until she called. You groaned embarrassed at the entire situation and stepped away outside to answer the call.

“Ellie I'm in the middle of lunch right now and-”

“I'm high and I need you here.”

“You've been high without me before, you'll be fine.”

“No, no no no it's bad this time. I smoked a lot, way too much and the world is spinning and I threw up and I'm shaking. I think I greened out” Ellie sounded breathless and exhausted.

Your heart dropped, you wanted to spend time with Abby, It was so blissful. But Ellie needed you, you couldn't let her be all greened out and sick alone. She would have taken care of you, you had to take care of her.

“Okay Els, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You headed back in to break the news.

“Listen, this was fun, I had a good time!” 

“But?” Abby prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“I gotta get going, Ellie needs me.”

Abby’s face visibly fell but she held up a smile.

“Okay, I understand.”

You paid for the both of you and hugged Abby goodbye, she smelt of clean pine trees and slightly of sweat from working out. In a way it was comforting.  

“I’ll see you around.”

“See you around.” Abby repeated, releasing you from her strong arms and watching you walk away. She was down bad. So bad.

When you made it to Ellie’s dorm she threw the door open and pulled you in, shutting it behind her and fixing the towel under the door to avoid smoke or the smell from cascading through the hallway.

She looked awful covered in cold sweat, her hair in a messy ponytail was sticking to her forehead from the condensation. She was wearing nothing but a savage starlight oversized tee shirt and minecraft boxers. She looked like she was about to say something until she ran to her dorm bathroom and started to throw up in the toilet.

You pitied her, it wasn't a pretty sight. Gently, you kneeled beside her, rubbing her back and holding her loose hair back.

“That's it Els, let it out. Atta girl.”

Ellie groaned, pressing her sweaty forehead to the toilet seat.

“I'm sorry you have to see me like this.” She mumbles, sniffing. “I just, I didn't know who else to call, I didn't want to be alone-”

“No,no” You hushed her, “I'm right here, you haven't scared me away don't worry.” you spoke softly and gently as if she was a wounded animal.

She looked up at you with glossy eyes, her lip was trembling as if she was about to cry. Something about your words only made her want you more. You always knew what to do, what to say.

“It's okay Ellie, I don't mind.” you offered her a gentle smile, and you were so pretty when you smiled. If she hadn't just vomited her brains out, she would have kissed you right then and there. You helped her up and she sat on the edge of the bathtub while you wiped her face with a warm, clean, wash towel. Softly scrubbing the grime off her skin. She watched you the entire time with lovesick eyes. You avoided eye contact. After, she brushed her teeth a few times, trying to get the smell to go away (or in case you kissed her.) The way Ellie looked at you ignited your soul. It was like being set on fire, warmth spread throughout you but at the same time, it was still a fire, it was still scary. You lead Ellie to her bed, keeping a trashcan nearby if she throws up again. You turned around while she changed into clean clothes that consisted of one of your shirts she had somehow ended up keeping after a sleepover and a different pair of kirby boxers. 

“Okay, you can look now.” she said once she was decent again. “Do I still smell like dabs and vomit?” she questioned.

You leaned forward, close to Ellie and sniffed the air. “No, you're all set”

Now that Ellie was in a significantly better state, you wanted to leave, to escape her loving yet overwhelming gaze. But you saw how she reached out to you, like a greedy plant to the sun. You would feel guilty if you left her alone. So you pulled her into bed, let her lay on your chest and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Every part of you screamed that this was wrong. Friends dont do this, Ellie certainly wanted more than you could give her.

Waking up with you in Ellie’s arms was a rare occurrence. Normally you woke up early and snuck out, leaving her alone to gasp at empty sheets you left behind that smelled so strongly of your shampoo and light perfume. She liked it better when she woke up first, she could admire you without being embarrassed or shying away from your gaze. Today was one of those mornings that Ellie woke up early.

The look she gave you was so soft and adoring, her feelings were so incredibly honest and true. She never experienced such a desperate need before. The need to wake up with you by her side, to see you smile, to make you laugh, to hold you endlessly. But she knew she wasn't the only one thinking so highly of you, you were just so kind and oblivious you didn't notice. Abby Anderson wanted you too, but she would never have you high and vulnerable and oh so trusting the way Ellie did on your frequent meetings. Ellie would never take advantage of that trust or vulnerability, she cherished it instead, taking care of you, providing you with whatever you needed was her only wish. She wanted to be the one you went to, not Abby Anderson

After a few moments you stirred awake,

“Els?” You mumbled, “What time is it?” 

“It's exactly 6 am.” 

You groaned, burying your face in Ellie’s neck, she shivered a bit when your lips grazed her neck and pulled away. After a few moments of stalling you sat up. 

“I gotta go.”

“It's friday, we don't have class, do you have too?” Ellie questioned, you never stuck around long enough for her.

“It would be scandalous if everyone saw me leaving your dorm, they’d get the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea.” Ellie repeated, “I think the truth is scandalous enough.”

“Well I don't need people assuming I'm sleeping with a student.”

“Hey, you're a student too.”

“It's better to keep a professional mindset.”

“Professional? Y/n we smoke together, you're literally in my bed right now. We snuggle.”

“Okay well, you got me there but I just don't want any false rumors.”

Ellie frowned, was the prospect of having rumors that you were her girl that bad to you? Ellie personally knew those rumors aren't true but the thought that you belonged to her, made her heart flutter.But she knew, that isn't what you wanted, so she let you go. You left her once again alone to bathe in the sheets you had laid in until she was graced with your presence.

When sneaking out of the dorms into your own, Abby didn't see you. She must've been still asleep, after all there was no class on friday. You realize you could have stayed with Ellie longer but that would increase the chances of being seen, and that was the last thing you wanted. You decided you get ready and go to the student gyms that were a part of the University campus.

Clad in workout gear, you made your way to the cardio floor.It was filled with rows of treadmills and ellipticals and those weird electric workout stairs that made your thighs burn when you attempted to climb them. The cardio floor was above the weightlifting area, it was on the second floor while lifting was on the bottom. You could see down there from the clear glass balcony on the second floor. You decided to take a look down, for no particular reason at all. Not many people came to the gym this early, so the weightlifting area was nearly empty. That was until you spotted Abby Anderson, glowing with sweat, lifting probably double her size. It was very impressive to see her able to do such a thing. You didn't realize you were staring, until she dropped her weight and turned to wave at you. You smiled and waved back, despite the embarrassment of your lingering gaze. Abby motioned for you to come downstairs, and you did, walking briskly down the steps.

“Hey y/n!” Abby said with a bright smile showing off her perfect teeth.

“Hi.” You smiled back, Abby was so pretty, her hair was falling loose from her signature braid, a slight flush covered her creating rosy cheeks. She looked so relaxed despite the amount of physical labor she was doing. It made you wonder how easy this was for her, if she could pick you up as easily as that weight. It didn't mean anything of course, the thoughts you had were simply curiosity.

“That weight is huge.” You said, stating the obvious, Abby laughed.

“I normally bench 205 lbs”

“205?” You gasped, “Jesus Christ Anderson.”

Abby seemed proud of herself, she gave a humble smile, “ I've had lots of practice I guess.”

You poked Abby’s Bicep, it was hard as rock. “ Uh huh, I can tell.”

Abby smirked, she flexed her muscles and you kind of swooned, I mean who wouldn't? Abby was kind of… attractive and her muscles were crazy, but she was just a friend.

“You need to be my personal trainer, I’ll literally pay you.”

Abby’s smirk grew, “I'll give you a pretty girl discount.”  she said boldly

“Sounds bad for business, how many of those are you giving out?” you inquired

“Only you y/n, only you” Abby was fucking smooth. She was kind, gentle and almost treated you as if she was courting you. Or trying to win your affections. She paid for every meal, always respected you, kept her eyes on yours rather than letting them wander, and genuinely cared about every conversation you had. In a way, she seemed kind of like your perfect match, the ideal partner. But with Ellie’s jealousy it would be difficult to pursue a relationship. You were smart, you picked up on things. You knew Ellie liked you, and yea maybe you were a shit person for leading her on by cuddling with her, spending nights with her but you never slept together. You had never kissed nor flirted with her though. You were just more intimate than normal friends. It was a typical lesbian situationship. The both of you were confused. You liked being with Ellie, liked being in her arms, laughing with her. But you spent most of your moments with her high. Not really processing what was going on. Focused on the floaty sensation you had. Abby was different. She saw the authentic you, not the high you. Still it was so soon into your friendship despite months of coffee meetings going by. You can’t force yourself to like someone. You decided you’d wait if feelings would develop on their own and take it from there. Hopefully no one would end up heartbroken.

It felt wrong flirting with Abby when Ellie was pining over you. So, you changed the subject.

“Did you finish the lab I assigned thursday?” You questioned, looking for an excuse to talk about anything but yourself.

“I did actually, I’m here working out as a congrats to myself and all my hard work.”

“You consider working out this early in the morning as a reward?”

“Working out is actually proven to lift your mood and relieve stress. So yea, it is a reward.”

“Well I’m about done with my workout so, I can take you out and we can get something to eat? I'll pay this time. You deserve it after that lab”

Being with Abby was so easy. Cozy inside a cafe, she spoke to you about everything on her mind ( other than her deep admiration and heartache for you) and you did the same, no worries or fears about overstepping were present. Just you, just her.

Abby loved literature, she was quite the bookworm, currently she was telling you about her newest read.

“It's a classic, one of my favorites. Everyone thinks dracula was the first vampire novel but Carmilla came before that. People just erase its history because it's women loving women.”

Oh? Abby read wlw vampiric novels, therefore, she had to be gay.

“People really suck, wlw history is so often misinterpreted and erased I mean look at Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-west. They were clearly very in love, but no one likes to recognize it.”

Abby’s face grew surprised. You also liked wlw history, you had to be gay.

“You know your history.”

“History is my second best class other than physics, especially women's history. I've always found it so interesting.”

“Virginia and Vita’s love letters were beautiful, have you ever read them?”

“I've heard some famous quotes here and there but I've never sat down and read them.”

“I have a copy of a book filled with their letters, you can borrow it if you'd like”

You smiled, she melted.

“I'd like that, thank you” you said sincerely.

You talked and talked, that was until your phone started vibrating insistently with text messages.

Brrrr.

“Hi babe” at 12:31 pm

Brrrrr.

“Got a new dab rig and wax lmk if u wanna hit” at 12:34 pm

Brrrrrr.

“I got ur fave snacks come over” at 12:35 pm

Brrrrr.

“Where r u” at 12:36 pm

Brrrr. 

“y/n?????” at 12:39 PM

“You wanna check your phone?” Abby chuckled, “Looks like it's been going off for a while.”

You flipped your phone over and saw messages from “Els”, normally you would answer in a second, you didn't keep her waiting often but this was your time with Abby. Ellie could wait…or not.

“It's just Ellie.”

“She seems like she wants something, you should text her back.” Abby exclaimed, sounding a little hesitant as if she didn't really want that.

“No, I'm with you right now, she can wait.”

So you ignored her, that was until she called. You groaned embarrassed at the entire situation and stepped away outside to answer the call.

“Ellie I'm in the middle of lunch right now and-”

“I'm high and I need you here.”

“You've been high without me before, you'll be fine.”

“No, no no no it's bad this time. I smoked a lot, way too much and the world is spinning and I threw up and I'm shaking. I think I greened out” Ellie sounded breathless and exhausted.

Your heart dropped, you wanted to spend time with Abby, It was so blissful. But Ellie needed you, you couldn't let her be all greened out and sick alone. She would have taken care of you, you had to take care of her.

“Okay Els, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You headed back in to break the news.

“Listen, this was fun, I had a good time!” 

“But?” Abby prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“I gotta get going, Ellie needs me.”

Abby’s face visibly fell but she held up a smile.

“Okay, I understand.”

You paid for the both of you and hugged Abby goodbye, she smelt of clean pine trees and slightly of sweat from working out. In a way it was comforting.  

“I’ll see you around.”

“See you around.” Abby repeated, releasing you from her strong arms and watching you walk away. She was down bad. So bad.

When you made it to Ellie’s dorm she threw the door open and pulled you in, shutting it behind her and fixing the towel under the door to avoid smoke or the smell from cascading through the hallway.

She looked awful covered in cold sweat, her hair in a messy ponytail was sticking to her forehead from the condensation. She was wearing nothing but a savage starlight oversized tee shirt and minecraft boxers. She looked like she was about to say something until she ran to her dorm bathroom and started to throw up in the toilet.

You pitied her, it wasn't a pretty sight. Gently, you kneeled beside her, rubbing her back and holding her loose hair back.

“That's it Els, let it out. Atta girl.”

Ellie groaned, pressing her sweaty forehead to the toilet seat.

“I'm sorry you have to see me like this.” She mumbles, sniffing. “I just, I didn't know who else to call, I didn't want to be alone-”

“No,no” You hushed her, “I'm right here, you haven't scared me away don't worry.” you spoke softly and gently as if she was a wounded animal.

She looked up at you with glossy eyes, her lip was trembling as if she was about to cry. Something about your words only made her want you more. You always knew what to do, what to say.

“It's okay Ellie, I don't mind.” you offered her a gentle smile, and you were so pretty when you smiled. If she hadn't just vomited her brains out, she would have kissed you right then and there. You helped her up and she sat on the edge of the bathtub while you wiped her face with a warm, clean, wash towel. Softly scrubbing the grime off her skin. She watched you the entire time with lovesick eyes. You avoided eye contact. After, she brushed her teeth a few times, trying to get the smell to go away (or in case you kissed her.) The way Ellie looked at you ignited your soul. It was like being set on fire, warmth spread throughout you but at the same time, it was still a fire, it was still scary. You lead Ellie to her bed, keeping a trashcan nearby if she throws up again. You turned around while she changed into clean clothes that consisted of one of your shirts she had somehow ended up keeping after a sleepover and a different pair of kirby boxers. 

“Okay, you can look now.” she said once she was decent again. “Do I still smell like dabs and vomit?” she questioned.

You leaned forward, close to Ellie and sniffed the air. “No, you're all set”

Now that Ellie was in a significantly better state, you wanted to leave, to escape her loving yet overwhelming gaze. But you saw how she reached out to you, like a greedy plant to the sun. You would feel guilty if you left her alone. So you pulled her into bed, let her lay on your chest and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Every part of you screamed that this was wrong. Friends dont do this, Ellie certainly wanted more than you could give her.

NOTES: apologies for not updating for a longgg time, the fanfic writer curse has hit me lol. also I didnt proof read this, lmk if theres any mistakes. Feedback and interaction is much appreciated.

[kels-orange-joe]

introduction ^_^ (regularly updates)

haii my name is stitch (not my real name obviously)

and yes as in the chaotic blue creature from lilo & stitch but that’s besides the point

this is my side blog!! an omori (mainly kel) themed one at that. my main blog is @stitchthelilo, and this is specifically for stimboards/sensory boards (well some other stuff too but that’s like the main thing) whatever you wanna call em, it’s also a kel fanblog cuz he is THE BEST OMORI CHARACTER!!! I WILL STAND BY THAT TIL THE DAY I DIE BECAUSE ITS TRUE

nonetheless.. i do take requests! and my status will update when they are open and stuff like that idk

i tend to use emoticons a lot and i’m a lil bit cringe so just a warning

my first time doing this so criticism is accepted with wide arms :)

the stuff you can request is what i have put in the tags section :3 (will further elaborate in rules/boundaries section)

ohh and even if you wanna request something really specific (like combining #sunny’s sketchbook and #character portraits for example) you can still request it as long as it’s something that is a combination of tags that i put

also if you want to request a prompt pls specify if you want it to be dialogue or scenarios

TAGS

#waves of orange joe = stimboards/sensory boards

#sunny’s sketchbook = art

#character portraits = pfps

#mari’s picnic blanket = flags

#headspace shenanigans = fanfics

#basils’s photo album = headcanons

#white space vibes = mood boards

#space boyfriend’s tape = playlists

#sunny’s inner mind = prompts

#the headspace alter egos = names/pronouns

RULES/BOUNDARIES

sfw interactions only!

any fandoms are accepted! some i just know more about better than others which i will get into in a bit, so please do understand.. as that is why the accuracy for some stimboards is off

i have the right to deny your request, ESPECIALLY if it’s something very icky

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please do understand i have a life and you will have to be patient, your requests will be done eventually just wait

just have common sense, if you KNOW something is bad but are still here then go away oml

feel free to just talk to me in the asks! anon or not, i’m willing to just talk, as it isn’t just for requests. you can vent or rant there too if you want, i’ll listen! you are loved remember that <3

any ships are fine as long as they aren’t illegal or anything, a personal favourite of mine is suntan :3

you may request: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, whump, slow burn, nsfw (just not smut, i’d rather not do that on a blog like this.. implied smut is ok though! and gore and heavy topics are fine too), panic attacks, all types of horror, comedy, drama, pining, mutual pining, all kinds of relationships (as long as the toxic ones are not romanticised), and basically just anything that isn’t in the you may not request part

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THINGS I WILL MAKE

ocs as long as you provide pics and/or info, info is optional though ofc! but if you don’t provide it i am just gonna go off of aesthetic

total drama

danganronpa

omori

undertale/deltarune but moreso undertale

pokemon

sonic

mario

cookie run

the amazing digital circus

murder drones

smg4

bfdi/bfb/tpot

ii

hfjone

any object show really lmao

mlp

adventure time. however……. i may not be that accurate when it comes to later seasons or fionna and cake, cuz i never actually finished it or watched the spin-off, lmao sorry

gravity falls! same as adventure time though, haven’t yet finished it (but ik bill cipher and allat)

vocaloid

warriors/warrior cats (i haven’t read the books though, might not be accurate sorry)

scp foundation

bbc ghosts

she-ra: and the princesses of power

memes

garfield

the sims

among us (as cringe as that may sound, it’s a good game)

my singing monsters

the battle cats

dnd

agere/petre/agedre/petdre

otherkin/therian

furry

starters movieunleashers

hazbin hotel/helluva boss (i do NOT support vivziepop or her team, i separate content from creator because the episodes can really be good, even if they miss most of the time.. and i love the concept of both shows. I PIRATE IT Y’ALL DW I AM NOT GIVING PRIME VIDEO NOR VIVZIEPOP MY MONEY 😭)

doctor who

good omens

and much more! but i can’t be bothered adding them.. if any more of my interests are in an ask i’ll just tell y’all and edit this

[freakingweirdo]

my secret jamir notes app unearthed like i really had a LOOOTT of ideas

i want to masturbate but i cant afford the name brand stuff so im always busting a rut or jakeing off or whateva

….

Jakeing off?

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Toss me my keys!

Printer

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literally just flying a kite so pimp.. so phat

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I don’t have time to get tested for STIs with you tomorrow.

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the tiny wings happy redraw

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SOMETHING TO PUT THE CARJACK FEVER CAPTION ON

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x GLOMP

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dressed as spongebob and squidward

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x i wonder what i taste like

i can help with that

jake eye shock panel

*amir bites jake’s arm*

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x is that your fucking fursona. that’s cringe

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as trip and grace

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x jake wearing “come in me bro!” shirt

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sierra and amir <3

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at one point draw the face jake makes where he sticks out his tongue. hornily? 

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x catboy amir meow meow meow

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JAKE WITH EARRINGSSS

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we’re not good for each other and you keep trying to manipulate me.

amir smiles :-)

beat panel on jake.

I think we should break up—YOURE NOT ROCKING WITH ME???? IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF

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x forehead kissy

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penguin costume :3 

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that thing jake does where he clutches his right arm

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carameldansen

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beautiful big brown eyes like a baby cow

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smith college girls for i-D magazine

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jake pretty fly for a white guy amv

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playing laser tag

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suck suck blow

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tusk 2014 au

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creep 2014 au

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junie b jones amir <3

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im not gay greg

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secretary au (eating out of hand) 

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wojak amir

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x jason fox family portrait

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comic sleeping in the same bed silly . cuddles then pushes jake off the bed

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a mimir (amir sleeep)

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in the saw bathroom as adam and lawrence (and extra with amir as billy puppet)

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ambiguous disorder amir gif

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jake wearinf ally pin in bisexual flag colors

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you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

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regular couple yaoi couple yuri couple meme but every spot is jake and amir

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“it’s party rock is”

[villixzs]

And shes back, again.

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Hello. (woo cheer palakpakan a,e, i, o, uuuu)

as you know, previously on my draft that my eyes only has seen- I come here once in a while when i have a crush. but not in this case, well, maybe, but nevertheless, im on tumblr again, yipee! there's no saying what ill post here, so i cant say what i post or when, So, sorry in advance. Im not even totally sure what i should be feeling being back here. regret? remorse? possibly cringe retrospectively? whatever it is, im on tumblr again. So im pretty excited, actually loving tumblr by the way, it was always so cool to me. All the themes and just the cool things here. Ya know, the cool stuff SALUTE- united states of WHATEVA

. ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

. im actually excited tho do me justice, tumblr, or ill do you justice, tumblr;))

P.S. your a wunderkind, somewhat wonderful, keep going. I love u<3

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[d-x-z]

RANT BLOG OF RICK AND MORTY SEASON 7 EPISODE 10

Spoilers under da cut or whateva

And a extreme horribly cringe rant, cringe but free from judgement I am embracing it😔

Jesus, CHRIST.

LITERALLY I SCREAMED, I just. Oh my God!? I WAS LIKE REALLY!? IS DIANE COMING BACK!? but no sadly no.. but the writers gave us something we wanted even tho it wasn't real. BUT HOLY SHIT MORTY ☹️

When his fear was having rick die, I think it was more of a momental fear where it was just more of a concern than fear? But then it turned out to be him not being accepted, I think, THEN it turned out he feared that he'd be replaced ☹️ I think after all this time seeing other versions of morty's dying left and right he'd eventually be replaced too, I mean tell me about it. Rick doesn't need him anymore to kill rick prime right? So maybe post event morty felt less valuable to him that he probably start fearing that one day he'd just die and rick wouldn't care and it's just so sad :( I mean rick is probably morty's first ever friend and someone he can actually trust. And it's just so heartwarming to see both morty's and Rick's development as a duo and as themselves,

Season 1 started off as Rick with one set on goal, to kill rick prime. And concidering morty back then he obviously was so new to all of Rick's antics and so as morty grew up during the seasons he grew more confident and independent from rick

I MEAN HE LITERALLY TOOK A FLYING BIKE TO GO BACK TO DENNYS TO CONFRONT THE GUY would season 1 morty do that!? No! And thats the point

He changed! well he's obviously the same but something about him makes him more confident on himself to actually take lead. He's always the side kick to rick the batman and joker type of duo. But now it's slowly grown to a side kick to an actual equal

And I am just so happy for him (ㅠ︿ㅠ), it's like seeing a best friend grow with you. I mean cmon I've watched rick and morty since I was A TODDLER my cousin introduced it to me once and I've never thought few years later when I'm ACTUALLY morty's age TODAY?, I see him genuinly grow through the years.

BUT THE FACT THAT HE'S SCARED OF NOT BEING ACCEPT KILLS ME, even tho it's not his greatest fear it's still considered as one since the realm responded to it. But still oh my God this showwwwww killlsss meeeee insiiiideee.

AND THE FACT the fact that he's probably a people pleasure to people at school so he'd try his best to comply to other people

ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW ON MY BED,

AND DO NOT FORGET ABOUT RICK THE END—THE END PART IS WHAT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MORE.

The fact that morty told rick about Diane and he ran back to the hole to look at it, instead to place morty's picture? HES FREE FROM DESPAIR AND GRIEF AND HE PROBABLY ALREADY ACCEPTED HES NOT GETTING DIANE BACK AND LETTING HER GO AND OH MY GOD I LIVE FOR DIANE AND RICK MOMENTS THEYRE JUST SO SWEET 😭💗 ITS GIVING RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME AND IT MAKES ME BARF OUT FO SADNESS RICK DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER RAHH

AND WE GET TO SEE MORE OF WHO DIANE WAS AS A PERSON AND GOD STRIKE ME DOWN THE WE NEED MORE DIANE CONTENT.

LIKE ITS GIVING STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN X COLD CALCULATED PERSON

AND DIANE PROBABLY WON RICKS RESPECT BY BEING HERSELF AND GOD IM SO IM NOT OKAY THIS ISNT HYPERFIXATION THIS IS JUST PURE OBSESSION

AND MORTY, HOLY FUCK MAN THIS POOR BOY NEEDS A FRIEND LIKE PLEASE I CAN TREAT HIM BETTER THAN ANYONE COULD THE ABSOLUTE BALLS I WOULD GIVE TO ATLEAST MAKE HIM HAPPY AND LIVE A LIFE HE WANTED WE COULD GO BINGE WATCH MOVIES, SKIP THROUGHT HE CREEKS AND FIND COOL STUFF IN THE FOREST, SNEAK TEST ANSWERS TO EACH OTHER, SHARE MEALS, TALK ABOUT WHAT TYPE OF GIRLS WERE ATTRACTED TOO, WEAR EACH OTHERS CLOTHES CUZ WED FORGET IT IN EACH OTHERS HOUSE, PLAY HORROR GAMES AND TRY SEEING WHICH ONE WOULD PUSSY OUT FIRST BUT MORTY WOULD JUST BE THE TYPE TO DISCONNECT FROM THE GAME CUZ HIS WIFI WOULDVE BEEN SHIT,

Man, I'm really living the life of pure dream scenarios, should probably make more fanfics from that whole rant. ANYWAYS GOT MORE IDEAS SO HERES THE HORRIFINGLY CRINGE RANT BYEEE

(Don't kill me 😔)

[zillaofthevalley]

welcooooommmmeee ✮

hello. hi! how's it going out there in the world?

i'm starting this blog as a diary into the universe...and i am truly not quite sure where to really begin. i guess we could start at the beginning...

since the dawn of time...

ok not that early.

but my beginning...

in 2003, a child was born. to a couple (who would later get divorced) (but that doesn't really matter)...with two siblings; i grew up well. we were poor but i was very happy. all the time. my mom is my hero, my dad is my rockstar and i loved my sister and playing with barbies, and i loved my brother and watching him play GTA. my most memorable moments would be in my elementary years where i had the most fun.

fast forward 20.5 years later and here i am. surfing the technology waves at my fingertips and trying to find my way...i am not as lost as i used to be when i would first blog like this and i am fairly certain no one will ever read this and for that i am ok with,

i just want to freely talk--and anonymously--because GOD, i am sick of being the face of all the stuff i talk about. i fear (but with no actual phobia or any sort) that i may be one of the very few 20 year olds who has now deleted instagram and snapchat. i am sick of all the social media, if we're being honest. i don't want to search for what i think i should be or shouldn't be in others. i just want to beeeeeeeee....so here i am. being.

my current state of being is a college student, a freshman at my local community college and i do not care how dorky it is i LOVE IT! i love learning, meeting all these new people, and gaining all these new experiences. i am an art major and so far, i have loved all the classes i have taken (except for my Spanish prof...i'm looking at you Jerry.) but the plus side to all of this (besides a degree and a career possibly) is i met the love of my life about 6 months ago.

in the throes of my very first semester at college i took a geology class--sorta on a limb? it was between that and taking a less interesting sounding science credit, but boy was it the best decision of my life. meeting my boyfriend has pointed me in the furthest positive direction i have ever seen my life form into;

i eat (almost each day) 3 times every day! i wake up with wonder & hope again, i do my homework, i have love in my life AND i am reading again...which i am sure i will blog lots about. i am on my 7th book of the 2024 year (though i may abandon it...see Discussion of Books post, which i'm sure i'll do..)

mainly what i am seeking from this blog is to let out the passions, put my aspirations out there and find quality content in a safer space than where all my ghosts from my past may jump out at me on Instagram and Snapchat...uggggghhhhhh....

a digital diary. a discussion post for myself (and others if they so wish). and a safe space for life, love and happiness (cringe, whateva)

so, join me if you would, on this journey of my life. bring along what you may, i'm ready for you world and i'm coming in hot

[oneordinaryautumn]

𝐁𝐘𝐈/𝐃𝐍𝐈 . follow the rules or get blocked lawl <3

(make sure to check my carrd for extra info)

BYI . i am a minor (16) . i am a selfshipping/ocxcanon/reader insert blog . i have undiagnosed autism (working on diagnosis w/ doctor) . my interests switch a lot and i will drag any of my friends that i have into it as well / i do the opposite of gatekeeping and you will be subjected to all of my interests . i make sexual jokes but will tone down in the case that it makes friends or moots uncomfortable . if you look like a bot account or if i’m not sure if you are , i’m going to block you (put something in your desc to avoid this)

DNI . basic dni criteria . if you’re under 13 or over 25 . if you believe cringe culture is valid . are literally just here to hate or whateva (find something better to do w/ your time?) . are here to talk about discourse or politics of any kind . proshippers, ddlg, or dark blogs

[demonsofdevildom]

Teasing too far done.

(From an idea sparked from IM chatter.) Asmo: *filing his nails when having seen a few glimpses of what Dez sent to Lucifer* Poor hun, she’s going to be in for it. Satan: *looking up from his book* What makes you say that? Belphie: *cracking an eye open when trying to nap* He means Lucifer is going to come flying in to punish her. Mammon: *choking on his noodles when wide eyed* Ack-! What da fuck?! Beel: *patting Mammon on the back while taking sneaking bites of the noodles* Lucifer was a bit miffed today, maybe she did something wrong? Levi: *looking through his manga* Lol, F in the chat for our human then since she’s not going to be walking after when Lucifer’s done with her. Asmo: Yep!~ *tucking his nail file away* Luci be here in... three... two... one... Lucifer: *rushing by all them with his demon form out* My dear wife... I do hope that you know what’s going to happen now. All the brothers: *each cringing when hearing the rush of wind then a loud scream from Dez before a door shut* Mammon: *blinking when slurping his noodles* Who wants ta bet she’ll be conked out hard after this? Any takers? Other brothers: *giving him varying looks of ‘seriously’* Mammon: *shrugging a bit before heading out with his noodle cup* Just askin’ jeez, anyways see ya later. Leave the hot bird to get his human all mushy after whateva they be doin’ now.