#bon appetite!

[not-a-good-writer]

Odd Friend | fake Peppino + self insert

AN: this is an entirely self indulgent fic of my self insert meeting fake Peppino.

CW: very brief implication of violence

Emma skated cautiously down the dark hallways, trying to see in the low light. Everything was quiet, too quiet. Usually there would be sounds of enemies or rats or something, but for some reason it was totally silent.

She got separated from Peppino and Gustavo while they were being chased by some enemies. It wasn't until they finally let up and she could stop that she realized her friends weren't with her.

This was the first time she was completely alone since entering the tower, and she was feeling quite scared. She figured it would be best to find a safe place to stay put and wait to be found.

She came to the front of a building and strained to see what the giant letters above the door said. "Bruno's Pizza." she read aloud to herself. Hopefully it was someplace safe. She went inside, not catching the 'danger' sign plastered outside.

"Hello?" Emma called out to make sure she was alone. The echo of her voice was the only thing that responded to her, so she sat down on the floor against the wall.

Suddenly, a strange croaking sound echoed through the room. She jumped and looked around, and saw two eyes staring at her in the darkness.

She tried to get up but the thing bouned towards her at great speed. It loomed above her and she froze in terror, staring back at the creature.

"remotsuc a!"

The thing grabbed her ankle and dragged her further into the building. She screamed but was cut off after being dropped onto something.

A sudden light cut through the darkness and she was finally able to see. She looked up at the creature before her to see... Peppino? No, no this wasn't Peppino. It was tall and goopy looking, and it didn't have human proportions.

It seemed more like something that was trying to look like Peppino; or at least, Emma hoped this wasn't the Peppino she knew.

"Tnemom a tsuj ni ydaer eb lliw doof ruoy." The creature stated before walking off and into an adjacent room. Emma sat up and tried to process what was happening. The creature didn't seem like it wanted to hurt her, but then again, that could change.

She looked around the room to see if there was anything she could defend herself with. Upon observation this place looked like a pizzaria, which would explain the sign outside. But the place looked old. Cracked tiles, holes in the walls, odd stains here and there. There wasn't even a proper light source, it was just a single lightbulb with a pull string above the table she was sitting at.

Emma wondered why there was a pizzaria in the tower, and why there was a doppelganger of Peppino here.

She didn't have much time to dwell on that thought however, as 'Peppino' came back with a dish in his hands. He was smiling as he presented it to Emma, "Etiteppa nob!"

She looked at the pizza that had been placed in front of her, then back at the clone. It looked at her expectantly, and she contemplated if eating the pizza was a good idea. The tower had been merciless, and she hardly was able to stop and take a break, much less eat anything. Besides, if this thing wanted to hurt her, why go through the effort of poisoning her? It already proved it was strong enough to haul her like a ragdoll.

She picked up a slice and took a bite. Aside from being cold, it wasn't that bad. Pretty similar to any other fast food chain, in terms of quailty.

"This tastes pretty alright. Thank you." The creature made a happy gurgling sound. Emma continued eating as the creature watched her. It wiggled and danced around the room, as if she was the first person who enjoyed it's food. She giggled at the happy being, feeling much safer and more content.

After she finished eating, she leaned back in her seat a sighed, "Thank you, really. This place has given me nothing but greif. I'm glad that I can finally relax for once."

The creature purred and plopped It's head on top of her's, "You sure are happy! What's your name?"

It's eyes lit up, "ylno dna eno eht, Peppino!" Emma paused. No, this couldn't be Peppino, could it? Had something in the tower turned him into this thing? What about Gustavo and Brick? What happened to them?

But before she could assume the worst, the sound of distant voices could be heard. And they sounded an awful lot like...

"Peppino!" Emma rushed to the entrance and listened closely. It was her friends! They were calling out for her. She turned back to the fake Peppino, "I have to go, my friends are here, but I'll-" the creature whimpered. The expression on it's face looked like a mixture of sadness and anger, "Hey, what's wrong?" She tried moving closer to it, but it turned away and squeezed itself into a hole in the wall before disappearing.

Emma felt a bit upset at the loss of her odd friend. She skated to the door, but before leaving called out,

"I'll be back, Peppino."

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[portalmonsterrr]

My dear Jiaoqiu...

[mumblesplash]

i say if you’re gonna have the mysterious entities speak in rhyme you might as well commit (EDIT: part 2!)

(posting an unprecedented Part 1 of At Least 3 bc i actually have the entire script and most of the storyboarding for this done already)

[themaymoth]

the Evil King's daily routine💕🪞💘

✨yaaaayy another fairytale au, another day of Yin Yu dealing with his masters crush on the prince✨

[toyastales]

Steak Dinner 🥩

[orphetoon]

what if we were card game protagonists,,, and we got to be a little evil,,, as a treat

[shirmirart]

The Notebook x FirstPrince

[lolitanora]

[densewentz]

and i thought 'Jealousy, but make it stupid'

[mikarons]

yeah i like them a normal amount (mentally deranged)

[soulprompts]

right place, right time prompts.

so i got watching a ton of new tv shows lately, and it occurred to me that actually i do love it when characters are unexpectedly saved by someone who just happened to be exactly in the right place at precisely the correct moment, yk? and i failed to think of the right name, so the title of this list is entirely thanks to a very dear friend of mine who informed me! so here's a list, i hope you guys love it, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR EDIT IT!!! i like to edit them over time as new ideas come to me.

[ ALIBI ]: the sender provides a false alibi to protect the receiver from legal issues.

[ HAND ]: the sender suddenly arrives to grab the receiver's hand before they fall to their death

[ CAR ]: the sender arrives on scene as the impromptu getaway driver for the receiver (who hadn't been expecting it).

[ FATAL ]: the sender unwittingly arrives on scene when the receiver is being attacked, and to protect the receiver, they kill the assailant.

[ DISTRACT ]: the sender provides a diversion so the receiver can escape a dangerous situation.

[ OUT COLD ]: the sender knocks out an assailant before they can seriously wound the receiver.

[ DUNNO ]: the sender lies about the location of the receiver in order to protect them from pursuers.

[ FAKE ]: the sender, in a situation where they're forced to kill the receiver, only pretends to kill the receiver and takes their "dead" body away in the car.

[ SACRIFICE]: the sender sacrifices their life to ensure the receiver's survival.

[ BACK-UP ]: the sender arrives just in time to help the receiver in a fight.

[ EXCUSES ]: the sender provides an excuse for the receiver to stay at an event where they shouldn't be.

[ HIDDEN ]: the sender hides the receiver from pursuers.

[ SHELTER ]: the sender finds the unconscious receiver and brings them to a safe place.

[ HERO ]: the sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ RUN! ]: the sender tackles the attacker so the receiver can make a safe get-away.

[ FIGHT ]: the sender fights off the assailants so the receiver can flee to safety.

[ INTERCEPT ]: the sender unexpectedly emerges and stands between the receiver and a threat.

[ MISDIRECTION ]: the sender points a group of pursuers in the opposite direction to buy the receiver some time to hide.

[ SANCTUARY ]: the sender opens the door when the receiver knocks in search of help, and brings them into their home.

[ REPUTATION ]: the sender, being somewhat infamous in the area, arrives when the receiver is being hassled, causing the assailants to flee rather than risk the consequences of crossing them.

[ RECOGNIZE ]: the sender pretends to know the receiver in order to help them avoid unwanted attention.

[ AFAR ]: the sender incapacitates, distracts or kills an assailant from a distance to protect the receiver.

[ FRIENDS ]: the sender, unable to attend directly, sends friends over to protect the receiver when they encounter a threat.

[ NEGOTIATE ]: the sender intervenes in a tense situation and manages to smoothly persuade a potential threat to leave the receiver alone.

[ BRIBE ]: the sender gives a threat a significant amount of money to leave the receiver alone.

[ ANNOUNCE ]: the sender issues a declaration that the receiver is under their protection, assuring all potential attackers that any attempts will result in a brutal retaliation from them.

VERBAL PROMPTS:

" they're with me. "

" i was with them all night. "

" hey! these guys bothering you? "

" i wouldn't do that if i were you. "

" you must've really pissed those guys off, huh? "

" follow my lead... "

" don't worry. you're safe here. i won't let anyone hurt you. "

" you're lucky i found you when i did; those people were right down the street. "

" get in the car! now! "

" i'm gonna buy you as much time as i possibly can. make it count, okay? get out of here. now! "

" you can come out now. they're long gone. "

" nobody's going to hurt you like that again. "

[sirfetchd]

the top comments on this are BRUTAL. not a single person agrees with this decision

for context: they're leaving youtube to switch to their own platform... where the content is locked behind a paywall.

[kimtaegis]

JIMIN ↳ 'MUSE' Jacket Shoot Sketch

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

a lil bit of a long drabble but I’ve been consumed by visions of sparring w jason so…ur welcome.

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

you grunt with effort as you hurl your fist towards jason todd, yelling in exasperation when he easily blocks your punch with his forearm. “you’re not driving hard enough,” he barks, obstructing your other hand with the same manoeuvre. “still not paying attention, are you?” you glare at him and lunge again, aiming for his side, and you manage to land a decent hit this time. he grunts softly, but shakes his head.

“rookie mistake,” he huffs, glancing down with a smirk. “you just sacrificed your footing.” he sweeps his leg between yours and knocks you to the mat, instantly pinning you under his body with his muscular legs. “see, if this was the real world,” he pants, his face hovering inches above yours, “you’d be dead now, ma.” your chest heaves and sweat beads along your hairline as you squirm beneath him, your arms flailing as you try to wrestle yourself free. jason lets out a chuckle as his eyes drift down to your breasts spilling out over your sports bra. “don’t hurt yourself,” he teases.

you huff angrily and try to shove his arm, widening your eyes as he loses balance, if only for a second; not wasting a moment, you roll out from under him and use the momentum to launch yourself onto your knees, before dropping back on top of jason and pinning him using the same position he had used on you mere seconds before. you grin at his puzzled expression as you press your forearm to his chest. “do you yield?” you ask, raking your eyes over the y-shaped scar down his exposed abdomen.

“you cheated,” he says, knitting his brows; still, you notice a smile tugging at his lips. you reach down to move a strand of white hair that’s stuck to his sweaty forehead, smiling at him. “no rules in a street fight, jay,” you laugh. “just admit you lost.” you absently shift over jason’s pelvis, sending a flash of heat up his abdomen. “come on, jay. let me have this!”

his green eyes glimmer as you speak, and he slowly works to free one of his arms while you gloat. “no rules, huh?” he muses, trying to keep you distracted. “alright, ma. let’s do this your way.” you barely have time to question what he means before his arm flies out from under your legs and knocks you flat onto the mat. you gasp as you feel jason’s heavy body resting on your back, biting your lip when his hips rock against your ass. you feel his hardening cock pushing into you, which sends warmth pooling in your lower belly.

“what’s wrong, ma?” he breathes against your ear, tracing one of his hands down your back and over the curve of your ass until he’s between your legs. his fingers press against your clothed clit, and you breathe shakily as he rubs slow circles over your leggings. “y’said no rules, right?” you don’t answer, too preoccupied with biting back a moan as jason works your legs apart with his knee so he can grind his length against you.

“wanted me to let you win,” he tuts, using one hand to tug your fitted leggings over the flesh of your ass and down your thighs. “c’mon, princess, you know I’m a sore loser.” you whine as he tugs your panties to the side and runs his fingers from your clit to your entrance. a deep chuckle rumbles behind you as he feels how wet you are, and you feel him shift as he aligns himself at your pussy. you moan desperately when he glides the head of his cock between your folds, pressing your belly further into the mat in an attempt to feel him.

“yield,” jason whispers in your ear, guiding his length to your tight cunt but never giving you what you need. “c’mon, ma. just admit you lost and I can help you, hm?” you can practically hear the smug grin on his face, but even though you’re probably just as sore a loser as he is, there’s only one thing you want more than a win right now.

“fuck, jay,” you whine, bucking your hips back up against him, “I yield, okay? you win. please, just—please.” he laughs behind you and places his hands on your waist, turning you onto your back so you can face him. he takes in your lust-blown pupils and pliant, sweat-beaded body with a grin. not so tough now, are you, princess?

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he smirks, pulling your leggings off completely and discarding them behind you, before bringing his fingers back down to your clit. a moan escapes you as he aligns himself at your aching cunt, sinking into you agonisingly slow as his fingers dig into your delicate skin. he swears under his breath as you squeeze around him, feeling your walls drawing him in hungrily. “fuck, ma,” he groans, leaning back to watch you take him. a hazy smile spreads over his lips as you arch your spine off the mat beneath you. “not a bad consolation prize, huh, baby?”

[smiuffzo]

The serpent

after way too many deaths ive finally beat pressure! :D