#anon idea

[recreationalfanfics]

Your platonic Shay fic just gave me an origin for the reader idea. Just felt like sharing it, what if the reader found a little haven for the assassins raising kids and snuck into the kitchens to steal food right? And then when they grabbed something they ran out the door and Shay caught them by the arm. The assassins recognize them to already show some potential with sneaking in and out, so instead of punishing them for stealing they give them a home. If Shay never caught them, they wouldn’t have ever gotten into the assassin life.

OOOH, WHILE I DO LOVE THAT IDEA, I do kinda already have a backstory for them and outlined the entire series and how it'll end but, like, I might snatch of this for when I write it because I LOVE THE IRONY.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Idea anon: A yandere Omega whos a childhood friend. You grow up dealing with this overly affectionate best friend who steals all your clothes, scents you, and constantly talks about how you two are going to get married and have kids. Except, your a beta and also kinda uninterested in the whole "kids" thing, so it just wouldn't work out.

Omega decides "screw that" and starts forcing you to transistion to an Alpha- Drugs, hormones, stimulants, the whole nine yards. You don't even realize it until you wake up to them administering a hormone shot when you had been sleeping. By then, its too late.

Everytime you try to reject them or argue, they just release Horny Omega Pheremones(tm) and not having that lifetime of self restraint that most Alphas do means that your pining them down and fucking until you pass out. It doesn't help that they have more stamina, too, so they can outlast any amount of your rage sex.

They're pregnant by their first heat, and the hormones make them completely insaitiable. You know no peace and have given up by your first rut. Not in love, just kinda hiving up and letting Oemga do whatever.

Bonus if the kids are just as obsessed with you (minus incest, of course.) and you just can't bring yourself to earnestly love them. Crying when they say they love you, horrible at remembering names and birthdays, not giving them affections. You keep them alive, and thats it. All you can see when you look at them is the person who ruined your life.

Wow.

Anon your brain is beautiful.

You should really write this.

[whumpberry-cookie]

probably everyone on earth has said this but my favorite thing ever is someone returning home after a long, harrowing, unwilling absence (lost, kidnapped, stranded, etc), fighting so hard to find their way back home, and when they finally arrive broken and exhausted they're angrily rejected by their loved ones because, through some misunderstanding or false information, they believed the absence was deliberate and that the person chose to just up and abandon them without a word for all that time

Fjsjdj oh noo, absolutely heartbreaking!!!

Imagine them leave, heartbroken. Without any purpose anymore, because for so long, for painful months their goal was to return home.

But now? There's nothing. They lost everything. So they leave so far that no one can find them again.

And then their loved ones figure out the truth. The guilt. Ohh the crushing guilt.

Caretaker leaves immidiately to search for the protagonist. To apologise to them. To take them back home.

Imagine them reuniting in the most emotional moment, but they have no time for explaining the misundetstanding.

Because one of them gets shot/injuired.

Will they have time to even explain how much they love one another

Oh my heart

Thank you for sharing this, anon!

[coffeily]

Girl Dream suprime

Notes : is this what u really want, Anon? Huh. Its a doodle

Ngl, i wanna be him so bad. Im Jelly

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Hey, it’s me, just stopping by with my Cute Freddy thoughts! I can seriously picture him and his SO setting up 4th of July decorations around their shared apartment and getting a bunch of snacks and alcohol and inviting the rest of the dogs over!

Bonus: Mr. White would definitely help with the decorating and getting everything together! And they would play cards against humanity!!!

🌸

Hi friendo! So sorry for my late reply! How have you been doing? These are seriously so cool, I love this idea! I haven't ever attended a 4th of July celebration if you can believe that, probably because I'm Canadian and our version of it is on the 1st. Oh my goodness, I can just picture the scene so well though! I have to write headcanons for this here, which I'll do, albeit short. But yes, this is a fantastic idea! I hope that's okay with you if I write your thoughts up as headcanons, please let me know if it isn't and I'll correct it!

Full credit goes to this wonderful anon with extras added on by yours truly!

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Romantic relationship, platonic friendship, and fluff headcanons!

SYNOPSIS: Freddy Newandyke and his gender neutral partner throw a great party with the ResDogs to celebrate the 4th of July!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing and drinking, but this is totally fluffy and cute!

Freddy is definitely excited to celebrate the 4th of July with you--as mundane as he thinks it is, he views it as an opportunity to have some quality time with you and the other Dogs. Thanks to multiple jobs, shifts at the station, and being too exhausted in the end, Orange hadn't been able to get that one on one time every couple needs, which he regretted. So even if it wasn't just the two of you, he was thrilled at the prospect of being able to have some time not weighed down by the ugliness of life.

He's getting ready for the big day a week beforehand, no question about that at all. You just come home from the grocery store one weekend to find him and White have busted out the decorations over a beer and K-Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies: think streamers, colour-coordinated blues and reds, a massive American flag, the whole works, he goes big or goes home, literally. The excitement on the undercover cop's face was like a lightbulb, he was practically beaming. So you helped them out, laughing and catching up the whole time.

You invited all the Dogs over for a barbecue in the backyard of your apartment, the landlord on vacation and other tenants too busy to mind you guys out on the lawn cooking up ribs and getting drunk, so it worked out perfectly fine.

OKAY, ALL THE DOGS COME OVER IN OPEN HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND SHORTS, YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE ON VACATION TO TAHITI OR SOMEWHERE LIKE THAT, BUT IT'S SO FUNNY. ( Imagine that though, all of them in printed summery shirts like that, somebody needs to draw this as soon as possible, XD )

Blonde comes carrying three big cases of Budweisers and vodkas, decked out in his cowboy boots and hat with a piece of grass between his teeth. Brown, bless his heart, brings his camcorder and projector so you guys can watch movies if you want. In gold chains and diamond rings, Eddie supplies the ingredients for margaritas and the ribs though he looks a little too fabulous for a barbecue. White takes along his guitar, ready to play in case of impromptu singing. And Pink, being the sarcastic God-awful shit he is, is more than happy to crack out Cards Against Humanity.

So after eating to your heart's content, getting a little too drunk and doing inebriated renditions of the American national anthem, you all sing along to some Stealer's Wheel and Bedlam before playing Cards Against Humanity and laughing your asses off like horrible people, XD.

WAIT I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER ONE! What if Orange inflated a kiddie pool for the party and pulled out water guns? CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?! WATER-GUN WARS AND SPLASHING AROUND IN THIS WAY TOO SMALL POOL DRUNKENLY?! Holy shit, I'm freaking crying at this idea, ha ha. Eddie just steals the pool, and is like, " FUCK OFF, I'M THE KING OF THE CASTLE, BITCH!" in a slurred voice.

Anyways, the Dogs end up sleeping on your guys' floors and couch, poor Brown getting the worst lot and having to curl up in the bathtub. The next morning, they all make their way home, and you and Freddy spend a nice day together cuddling, playing video games, watching TV, and just being together.

UGH, SORRY FOR HOW BAD THESE WERE! I am drowning in my schoolwork, seriously, I have so much to catch up on but I'd much rather be writing here than doing assignments, ha ha. It looks like I might get a hiatus from my academics in August, so hopefully I can go back to writing regularly for you guys! I do promise that I have your requests drafted or ready, it's just finding time to get them out that is the issue. But anyways, have a great week everyone, and here's to what is hopefully a great summer!

[hiddlesbummmm]

Here is another lovely fic which was requested by a couple of anons! I merged your ideas into one fic, and I hope you all enjoy 💕💕 This one definitely made me blush while writing! Just the thought of ruthless, teasing Dean 🥵

Original Prompts here: 1, 2, 3

Warnings: SFW Tickle fic, swearing, fluff

Words: 2775 Ler Dean X Lee Reader (Platonic)

Hiding

How could you have been so stupid?

You were the only person to blame for your current predicament. Now, where were you exactly?

You were currently hiding out in a closet in the bunker, swearing at yourself for being an idiot. You could hear Dean whistling nonchalantly down the hallway as he was on the hunt for you. Yes, you had chosen the worst spot to hide, but in your moment of panic, you bolted to the first place that came to mind. You held your breath when Dean stopped whistling and the sound of his footsteps came closer and closer. Dean stopped in his tracks. He was close enough to the closet door that you could hear him exhale.

“Oh, Y/n. You can hide all you want, but I will find you, and then I’m going to tickle you. I’m going to hold you down and tickle you until you pee your pants. I’ve warned you about messing with my baby. Now you will pay the consequences, one squeal at a time”

You felt your face flush with embarrassment and you tried to calm your hyperactive heart rate.

Moments later, the closet door was ripped open revealing your very anxious self. Dean was standing there blocking your only escape with a terrifying twinkle in his eye. The only thing you could manage to say in this moment of sheer terror and anticipation was

“Oh Fuck”

*****

Both Sam and Dean had warned you several times about bringing any form of liquid into the Impala besides water. And for the record, you had done it countless times without being caught. (But you weren’t gonna tell Dean that)

It was no secret to anyone that you were a button pusher. You had been living and hunting with the Winchesters for years now essentially as their little sister. All your secrets, hopes, dreams, crushes, and enemies were known to the brothers and you knew almost everything about them too.

It was no secret that the Impala was Dean’s baby. Hell, you even look at the car funny and Dean would be plotting your murder. Dean made it very clear that there would be no eating, drinking, smoking, sleeping, knitting(yes, you read that right), or any other potentially dangerous activity allowed inside the Impala. Everyone was to abide by these rules except Dean, who could do whatever he wanted. (Except knitting because according to Dean knitting was “For old people to keep their minds from being fried”.)

As the years went by, Dean became a little more lenient with these rules. Smoking was still a huge hell no, but it didn’t bother you because none of you smoked except for Bobby and his occasional cigar. Eating and drinking were allowed as long as the cup had a lid and didn’t contain anything besides water.

You and Sam hated these rules because you were in the damn impala 80% of the time and fast food was always the cheapest and quickest meal! And you loved yourself a good Dr. Pepper.

One day, while Dean was using the bathroom at a rest stop, you and Sam promised each other that if one or the other broke the rules, you wouldn’t tattle. You then each went and bought some thermal water bottles that could hold either warm or iced beverages. It had a lid, and then you just had to drink it when Dean wasn’t paying attention.

This gig between Sam and you had been going on for about 8 months without any issues. Dean never knew, and there was never a reason for him to know about your rebellion. You had been extra careful to always ensure the lid to your bottle was screwed on tight and only drank out of it on straight stretches of road.

But, unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. Life is fickle, and all good things must come to an end. You just weren’t expecting it to end like this.

The three of you were cruising down a bare stretch of road in Kansas on your way back to the bunker. It was extremely hot on this day and Dean refused to turn on the AC until it was absolutely necessary. You were sweating bullets in the back seat, as you nearly stuck your head out the open window trying to get some sort of reprieve from the heat. Dean claimed it was only a short drive back, so why use AC.

Finally, after lots of complaining, Dean compromised by stopping at a Dairy Queen so you could get a milkshake. Neither Sam nor Dean wanted anything, so they told you you had 7 minutes to get a milkshake, drink it, and be back in the car. (Since ice cream was a big no-no in the impala).

Frustrated with Dean, you slammed the impala door and ordered yourself a milkshake. Even though it was his car, you didn’t think it was fair of him to make you suffer in the backseat. And besides, 7 minutes was not nearly enough time to actually enjoy of milkshake. So, you decided to be rebellious.

You reached into your backpack and pulled out your trusty water bottle. After getting your milkshake, you poured most of it into the bottle but left the cup about 1/4 filled so you could trick Dean into thinking you drank it all.

You tightened the lid and waltzed back into the parking lot. When Dean motioned for you to hurry up and throw away your cup, you politely flipped him off, dramatically threw your cup away, and marched back to the car.

Sam was trying his best not to laugh. You and Dean were both similar in that you were extremely sassy. Sam was just thrilled to have someone who could stand up to Dean.

Dean, on the other hand, was less than thrilled.

After your stunt in the parking lot, Dean jokingly commented about throwing you in a nearby pool so you could “Cool your attitude”, but this only made you angrier with him. All you wanted was some damn AC in this hot car.

As Dean turned onto the Highway, you decided this was the best time to take a sip of your milkshake. Dean and Sam were arguing about something stupid in the front, so neither one would be paying attention to you.

You casually removed the lid from the bottle and took a sip. But, to your demise, the universe was working against you today.

Right when you took a sip, a deer ran into the road, which caused Dean to hit the breaks and jerk the car out of harm's way.

As if time had slowed, you watched the bottle fly from your hands as the creamy liquid exploded all over the backseat of the car.

Once Sam and Dean had caught their breath from the near accident, you felt your face turn pale when Dean's dark eyes peered at you through the rearview mirror.

“Y/n”, Dean tried to say through gritted teeth, “ Please tell me why your so-called water is a creamy brown color.”

You gulped and shot a “Help me” look to Sam who still had a hand over his mouth in pure shock as to what just happened.

“I-it wa-was an accident De-“ you attempted to stammer out but were soon cut off by Dean aggressively hitting the steering wheel.

“You are dead Y/n. You will get no mercy from me! You better run when we get home because the moment I get my hands on you I’m gonna-“

Dean's angry ramble was cut off by Sam who told him to calm down.

But it didn’t matter. You knew just how screwed you were when you returned to the bunker. You sunk into the backseat as you awaited your arrival.

You and the Winchesters had very specific ways to go about dishing “punishments” to each other. All three of you were rather ticklish in your own respective places, so it always seemed like the best option. You all encountered enough violence every day, that a good laugh was usually warranted.

But that being said, you were still in deep trouble. Yes, you had your fair share of friendly tickle fights for not doing the dishes or being overly sassy, but not once had you been put on Dean’s warpath.

Dean was by far the most ruthless of you three, and when he was angry, it was even worse. In the years of living with the men, Sam had only pushed Dean over the top a couple of times. Each time, it had something to do with the Impala.

You always hid in your room when Dean chased Sam around the bunker, listening to Sam’s pleas of mercy as Dean inevitably caught up to him and tickled the shit out of him. By the time Dean was done, Sam would be almost too weak to stand, covered in sweat and tears, and giggling crazily as he caught his breath. It was still good and fun, but damn, you never wanted to be on the receiving end of that torture.

The remainder of the car ride was deathly quiet. Dean could hardly look at you as he clenched his teeth and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to leave indents.

Sam had found some napkins in the glove box, so you had cleaned up the spilled drink as best you could.

When you could see the bunker come into view, you felt your heart rate skyrocket. When the car finally came to a stop, you eyed Dean nervously. Hopeful, that maybe just maybe, he would be merciful for once.

No such luck.

“You can run all you want. But I will find you, and you will pay for what you did to my baby”.

Dean said this as his piercing eyes glared at you through the mirror again, but this time, you noted the slight mischievous twinkle on his face. He was no longer looked like he was going to murder you, but still more than willing to tickle you to the brink of death. You bolted from the car in search of a hiding spot.

****

And that is how you ended up in your current predicament; slung over Dean’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, being led to your inevitable doom.

You didn’t even attempt to beg or squirm because you needed all the energy you could muster to survive.

Dean carried you to the library, where it was secluded and had a nice couch. At least he was gracious enough to dish out your punishment away from Sam. Sam was notorious for joining in on your tickle attacks.

Dean dropped you on the couch and was quick to straddle your hips. You cursed yourself for wearing a tank top and shorts due to the warm weather, and really wished you had more protection.

Dean had been silent this whole time, but a sly smirk had been etched on his face as he watched you squirm slightly, testing the waters on just how pinned you were.

“Oh, Y/n. You really did it this time didn’t you.” Dean said while placing his hands on your sides.

You giggled in anticipation even though he hadn’t done anything yet.

“You broke the rules, so now you must pay the consequences. But, I’m feeling particularly charitable today, so I’m gonna make you a deal.”

You squeaked and squirmed as Dean lightly pinched up your sides until he made it to your underarms.

“So I’m gonna tickle you. And I may even tickle you beyond tears. Even to the point where you may piss yourself. But! If you can keep your arms up for 1 minute, I’ll let you keep them for the rest of your punishment. You bring them down or hit me, then the deal is off the table and you will suffer the rest of your punishment with them pinned down. How does this sound?”

You tried to glare at Dean as he lightly rubbed his fingertips on your ribs, but the ticklish sensations made that impossible. This deal was impossible, and you both knew it. Dean was just being a little prick.

“It’s a deal. Even though we both know I’m gonna lose!”

Dean clicked his tongue.

“Ah don’t be a spoilsport! I believe in you!”

You rolled your eyes which result in a jab to your side.

Dean grabbed both of your wrists and placed them above your head.

“Hey Siri, start a timer for one minute”

The moment the timer started counting down, Dean dove right in without warning. He pressed his fingers right into the hollows of your arms and without hesitation, you pulled them down.

Dean clicked his tongue at you again while shaking his head.

“Wow. Not even 5 seconds! That was just a practice round anyway. I’ll give you one more shot.”

Dean motioned for you to lift your arms again, and you did so hesitantly. Dean wiggled his fingers at you threateningly, as you flinched and started giggling again.

Yup, you were screwed.

You watched as Dean started the timer again, but this time he didn’t dive right in. Instead, he lightly fluttered his fingers on your neck as you scrunched your shoulders up to block his fingers to no avail.

The light tickles on your neck and ears made you snort and crinkle your nose. Dean laughed at your funny face and continued with his teasing.

“Come on sweetheart, keep those arms up!” But, once the timer hit 30 seconds, fun and playful Dean was gone. He immediately switched tactics and was now squeezing your ultra-sensitive sides as you belted out a surprised shriek and promptly brought your hands down. You tried to grab his wrists, but he was too quick. He grabbed your wrists instead and managed to flip you over so you were now laying on your belly.

You tried to wiggle out from under him, but he was too heavy. Soon, those dreaded fingers were back, ghosting over each vulnerable ticklish spot on your sides and ribcage.

Dean knew exactly what spots made you scream, and he honed in on them without any reprieve. It didn’t take long for you to be laughing wildly and manically as he attacked your worst spots. Dean had stayed true to his word and pinned your hands under your belly, so you were unable to fend him off.

Desperately, you attempted to kick his back, but Dean only chuckled evilly and grabbed your ankles.

“This is for dirtying up my precious baby!”

Dean sneered as he attacked your now trapped soles.

You were losing your mind! Dean would alternate between stroking your soles and weaving his fingers between your toes. No matter how hard you bucked, jumped, or begged, Dean was not listening to you.

You could have sworn he was humming to himself gleefully as he tore you apart.

Dean let go of your feet and decided to pinch and prod up your legs instead. He found that one terrible spot on the back of your knee as you aggressively started kicking your legs again.

Your face must have been extremely sweaty and hot by now, as you felt sweaty droplets pool up on the couch.

Dean paused his attack momentarily.

“You feel sorry yet sweetheart? Or should I keep going?”

You shrieked again when he started clawing at your sides and hips.

“NO NO Dehehean! I'm sohorry! It won’t hahahapen again!”

You begged as pitifully as you could. Dean eyed you suspiciously before hoping off your back.

You quickly rolled back over onto your back as you caught your breath. Tears were streaming down your face as the residual giggles poured out of your mouth.

Dean merely laughed and wiggled his fingers at you teasingly again, which caused you to immediately giggle louder.

“NO DE. Ima rehehealy sorry I promise!”

“I know sweetheart”

Dean leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Now, hurry up. You have some deep cleaning to do before that milkshake stains the carpets!”

You rolled your eyes and carefully made your way back to the car. As you left the building you could still hear Dean barking orders at you.

“SHE BETTER BE SPARKLING Y/N OR THERE'S MORE TICKLES COMING YOUR WAY!”

You shuddered at the thought since your belly ached from all the laughing.

One thing was for certain. You had learned your lesson. Not about following the rules though. Because no way in hell was that happening. But instead, you were determined to learn how to not get caught the next time.

[the-keeper-of-midnight]

Okay hear me out: I had an idea after the last ask about K, sweet!MC and hickeys. What if they get together after that and MC shows up to a meeting with the fam, with a couple hickeys visible despite their attempts, and K is with them in said meeting. And family starts to interrogate then. And this is a humble MC with the old limo and simple house. They ask for their lover and MC has a smile glued to their face despite their annoyance. They say something like "It's name is None of Your Business".

But Father keeps giving shit, he doesn't want anymore "unpleasant surprises" from the family and MC has "a really bad taste" due to the 'cheap' possessions they own. K is there poker faced but extremely nervous and uncomfortable MC is having to go through this because of them.

And their father's comment is the last straw. They keep the smile fixed in place but their eyes are so damn cold they could freeze hell and their tone polite yet deadly. They look at him dead in the eye and says, without raising their voice:

"Do you really want to talk about skeletons in the closet, Father?" and giving them all a meaningful look.

No one ask about their private life after that. And K is both amazed and horny. They have a really eventful night after that.

Hahha, What do you want me to add to that, Anon? You already wrote it all 😅

I can really see K trying to keep their calm and not shove Leon into a wall for grilling MC like that. Poor MC is going through all that alone, and K can't really do anything.. 😭 My poor heart.

But watching MC standing up to their father will def make K amazed and horny hahaha.

It's a really funny scene and I really like it, thanks for sharing it 🥰💕

[blueathens]

I would LOVE it if y/n said Mason's name instead of Anthony's name in an intimate moment 😜😜😜😜😜👀

PLS-

That be such a great moment!

[yandere-foods]

Century Egg looks like he goes to Hot Topic with Envy from FMA. 🤣

Omg yesssss

When they both walk in all the employees are like: hold up we got some people with family issues coming through. They get the best merch and all the discounts.

And damn do they have the money to buy it all. They will buy (shop lift envy at least) the whole store. Pluse they dramatically tell their stories to each other while doing each other's nails. While heavy metal blairs in the background. Thus attracting the tofu twins.

[doctorgerth]

It's not a request, just imagine this: Sanji knowing the user of the Hito Hito no Mi: Model Succubus. Our precious angel (Sanji) will lose half his blood in a nosebleed that will make him fly beyond the clouds.

😳😳😳

Anon, you’re wishing death upon our sweet Sanji!!!! 😩

Everyone would be pissed bc blood is literally just everywhere all the time. Chopper is livid bc he’s the one that always has to take care of Sanji! I bet they both practically live in the infirmary room now, gdi Sanji.

Women with sexual powers is a no go for this poor boy lol he couldn’t function around them his body would literally just shut down 🤦🏼‍♀️

It’s literally this but like 1000x worse. #nosebleedcentral

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ended up re-reading the dog/cat hybrid piece you wrote before and I'm endlessly amused by the idea of the cat hybrid trying to change Shale's mind about keeping the cat hybrid around by deciding to be the most demanding and haughty partner. Dinner is served? Food not good enough. The shampoo Shale bought? Garbage. Some really expensive knick knack the cat hybrid asked for just because it would drain Shale's bank account? Discarded after a single glance or batted off the counter, in true cat fashion.

Look, Shale. Look at how demanding the cat hybrid is being and throw them out. Realize that this isn't worth it. You don't want to be with someone like him! You don't even like him!!

Meanwhile, Shale is eating all of this up because he is not failing any of the tests! Dinner not good enough? Means that cat hybrid at least tried it! Shampoo stinky? Shale agrees, the scent was too cloying and overpowered the sweet scent of his mate and his feisty and clever little girlfriend noticed, too. And the gift? Surely, just a wild goose chase to see if Shale could be a good partner and get the thing.

He's acing these early stage relationship tests y'all, he's speedrunning it them and getting 100%. But hmm, maybe this is also a cry for attention, maybe he should spend more... Intimate time with his cute kitty. Really blow his back out, make him scream so hard he'll have no voice left afterwards.

Cue a happy little tail wag.

I think that is a genius idea, make the catboy super finicky and fussy like an actual cat in an attempt to get away. And Shale is just completely unperturbed.

[whumpberry-cookie]

Imagine a whumpee who is still recovering from being sick, and they get pressured into coming to caretakers house to help them with something. they end up getting more sick because caretaker didnt fully absorb the fact that whumpee wasnt better

Ahh the guilt!! I love it!

I'm wondering if it's Caretaker who asked them for help or side characters that are concerned for Caretaker?

Either way I'd love to imagine Caretaker pampering the heck out of Whumpee to make them up for their work. And taking care of them to help them recover.

Cook yummy soups for them. Check their temperature. And apologise over and over and explaining they didn't know Whumpee wasn't feeling well.

Ahh, very nice idea! Thank you, Cool Bat Anon!

[isthemedia]

I can really imagine that the Purugly of Mars and the Jupiter Skuntank are good friends with the Giovanni Persian.

OOOOOOH! I like I like very much. I need to write more of the Galactic team. I forgot how much I adored them. >

I think next to the Rocket Execs the Galactic Commanders had the best relationship with the team boss. 

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[south-park-ideas]

[yandere-foods]

Sugar Daddy AU...So uh, Spaghetti/Red Wine and Steak being potential sugar daddies????? *hands you chocolate coins as fee*

*Inspects chocolate coins.* Hmmm yes I shall accept these as payment. It will be done, I sould make a list of which food souls are going to be added. I should really do that.

[dabe-strudel]

STORY TIME

You guys should play the story game anonymously in my inbox. One anon starts and the rest continue the story from there.