#but after i did it i went crazy on it lmao

[iamespecter]

The question is a little silly, but since I saw you're the CEO of Showtime, I wanted to ask about Thin Lady. It would be interesting to know why you became its CEO since I don't know much about Little Nightmares.

You're also the CEO of Freddica. I don't know much about FNAF either, but the most I've heard from my friends is that there are only five M/F ships, which are the most popular, important, and accepted by the fandom.

Well I went insane on twitter and posted a bunch of delusional fanart like these, you see-

I mean, when you constantly post shit like this that it eventually lands on everyone's radar (even the LN twitter account couldn't escape me), you're bound to get crowned CEO /hj

As for Freddica, if I wasn't a hardcore shipper back then, well... I'm the reason why GlamFreddica (and Freddica by extension) became known and got into everyone's radar after Security Breach came out; and I became OBSESSED with Glamrock Chica. (Also when I met @nobody-nexus <3)

I'm also the one who made this "Candies" comic that some dubbers made dubs of lmao, this comic was everywhere when SB came out that even Razzbowski saw it man

I'm pretty sure as you've noticed by now, I am a FANART MACHINE. Once I'm obsessed with something, shit gets real and I start to lock in bro, it can't be avoided lol

I've had people tell me-- on discord or on twitter-- that I made them start liking/shipping Freddica like THAT'S HOW LOCKED IN I WAS 😭😭

All in all, while the memories are great, twitter gave me nightmares and is the sole reason why I realized I don't like being popular and trendy; much more having too many eyes on me.

I'm pretty content with my life here on tumblr now, it's like escaping the fame and glamourous life of luxury to go live in the cabin in the woods like a weird old hag lmao

Still though, even if I'm a little crazy and delusional I am very much excited to be the CEO of Showtime now, and I hope that while the flames of my hyperfixation are still roaring, my time as it's CEO is something I can make worthwhile everyone's time here the same way I did the two ships above on twitter. :')

Because when I tell you I am dedicated to my craft, I AM. DEDICATED TO MY CRAFT. Just ask Nexus lol

[iluminated-goat]

been reading some abo fics lately and i’ve been inspired by both my friends @mirrorworldangel and @muchmallows AUs for agegap Stancest (and i know i said i need to expand my horizons but y’all gonna have to suffer with me through this for a while more i’m so sorry)

Both of the teens surprising their parents by their classifications, Stan being an omega and Ford being an alpha. Both getting the brunt of their father’s expectations in the worst way possible, Ford being expected to act like the “man of the house” and “to man up”, Stan being belittled by his looks and his classification entirely - making him try harder to prove himself. Them having to survive school, these kids are suffering basically.

So Stan, who forced himself to get accustomed to people faking having interest in him and making jeers at him or how he doesn’t look like an omega, doesn’t even bat an eye when his physics teacher starts getting closer to him. He does feel annoyed sometimes at the lingering touches, the gifts that his teacher gets him (which started as a joke from him asking them, he definitely would try to do things to recompense the man cause he felt bad), when the man offers to tutor him, but he doesn’t mind as much when he scents him (for some reason, Crampelter doesn’t even breath in his direction when that happens).

Imagine his surprise when he’s ranting to Ford about this and he exasperatedly points out Forrester is GENUINELY courting him, not as a joke but serious. Kid is pissed and flustered at the man cuz he thinks he’s doing it as some kind of charity work or he wants to fuck him - and because he likes the thought of being bonded to the man… but just a little. Stan has Forrester doing the fucking olympics to prove that he DOES wants to bond with him, mark him and even have pups with him if he allows (Stan gets so baffled at that he only stares at the man,  stuttering and cheeks red at the serious confession). He’s still scrutinizing and hesitant at that, but he’s more… mellow towards it now (especially when they actually start to get to know each other, man’s a silver fox even Stan has to admit that).

Ford on the other hand is suffering at his brother’s crush (“i have him wrapped around my finger Sixer” when he’s giggling and kicking his legs while talking to the man on the phone) and his father’s never ending speeches. When he’s leaving school alone bc Stan decided to stay behind, he takes an aimless walk to the beach, walking so much he reaches the local port. There, he sets his eyes on what’s probably the coolest and most beautiful person he’s ever seen. An elderly omega with crinkled eyes and a soft smile at him, he can’t help but feel drawn to him, practically visiting him every day after school. 

Ford doesn’t even realize when he starts courting Pinington, it all just seems so natural to him that it’s only when he’s staring wide eyed at the ceiling that he realizes “omg i want to bond with him”. Stan makes so much fun of him when he finds out but he’s definitely supporting him and giving him tips (Ford refuses to use his pickup lines ever again because the last time he did Pinington laughed so hard he popped a joint). Plus, the man probably sees him as a kid, merely entertaining the idea until he actually realizes he’s serious about it. He tried to slowly become distant from Ford, a terrible mistake because this kid is STUBBORN he wants that old man.

Their parents notice their good moods and scents immediately, Stan smelling more of earthy tones, gunpowder and beeswax; Ford smelling like seasalt water, burnt toffee and citrusy beer. Caryn is over the moon that her babies may have found their mates, Filbrick… is getting there (he hopes Stan marries so he can finally leave the house, he expects Ford not to be distracted with his little fling). The kids at their school are equally surprised. Crampelter makes fun that Ford is with a dried up omega (which has Ford ”””accidentally””” spilling sulphuric acid in his direction) and Stan being nothing but a fat hole (which has him beaten up out of school grounds, Stan might’ve yelled back at him but Forrester didn’t take it lightly).

And when the end of the year arrives, Stan’s practically vibrating at the thought of moving away with Forrester, constantly running a hand over the bite mark in his neck after his father begrudgingly approved their marriage (Forrester definitely threatened him, Stan made his life hell when he showed the slightest hint of refusal). Ford’s delighted to go to college, but the thought of leaving his beloved gives him mixed thoughts. Ford spent the few days before he had to go to college with Pinington, scenting and nuzzling the omega constantly, promising him that once he finishes he’ll come back for him. Cue to Ford almost bringing Pinington and Stan to the ground after tackling them in a hug in his graduation, Forrester just watching near with a fond smile <3 <3

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[camgoloud]

you ever just. become overwhelmed by a sudden out-of-nowhere wave of tenderness and affection and longing for reconnection directed towards someone to whom you no longer speak for Very Good Reasons

[voided-selfships]

They wouldn't have met immediately I think

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[akkivee]

there’s a whole scene in the tdd manga where ichiro and mozuku kick out some underlings for assuming mozuku was sleeping with ichiro, but he’s not beating the allegations tbh lmao

[4ddi3addie2005]

So cooked

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Man... imagine being the Voice finalist Warren Stone and googling your name only for a horrid little worm man to be the only results... that's wild...

[fairy-ganj-mother]

i hate how there were so many people i just didnt realize i loved

[knifeinthecofffeee]

not even exaggerating that happy news for sadness by csh is the only song that has made me cry multiple times in one day

[snekdood]

so august 2018 is when my peak being-crazy-made art craziness happened, huh

[hplonesomeart]

Damn this conversation really went from casually discussing hobbies into some more personal aspects of myself. I honestly wasn’t expecting to pour my heart out to a literal ai impersonation of a fictional comfort character, yet here we are. Goes to show how significantly he’s tied into my past after all, eh

[akkivee]

Do you have any hypmic ocs?

lol once upon a time ago i did but i kid you not, with the introduction of dh, bat and secret aliens, they were slaughtered in cold blood and i let them die LMAO

i didn’t get very far in creating them, like i designed them and created their personalities and character settings!!!! but i can’t remember if i ever named them or assigned them a proper division (that they never actually got to represent lol the biggest character setting for them was that they had big goals but kinda sucked at rapping so they never won any prelims LOL)

oh!!!! and i also have an oc who’s (future) kuukou’s adopted child LOL he ran away from an abusive home and eventually wandered into kuugen temple. it’s been a while since i thought about him so i also can’t remember his name lmao (he wanted to change his name tho to fit the harai naming conventions since both shakku and kuukou share the same ‘kuu’ kanji and idk if i ever found a name for him *wheeze*) and their story was a lesson in learning to trust and (i shit you not lmao) breaking the cycle of a learned violence LOL

i’ll dig around and see if i can’t find my old sketches of them, see if i wrote anything down and update over the weekend lol

[paeinovis]

Mom putting on Magellan tv (The Space Documentary Channel) activated my trap card (adhd ramble mode)

[pyrodolls]

hi i was wondering if you would do headcannons of the yan!fanboy if reader actually noticed him coming to all their shows and events

OBSESSED (SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER)

WARNINGS: stalking, average yandere tendencies, nsfw, perverted yandere, gender neutral reader, mentions of naked reader but no genitalia addressed, dom reader, reader is compliant with the yandere and teases him a ton, lowercase intended. btw i do not condone yanderes irl.

A/N: i hope y'all know i read every single one of your asks, comments, and reblogs. i appreciate them all and they do brighten my day. i'm just saying this so y'all know that the stuff you send to other writers (not just me) matters a lot!! when you interact it gives them inspiration!!! and motivation!! me personally sometimes i see ONE kind reblog and i immediately get my ass up and start writing something just because of that one person. don't get me wrong, i still love all my lurkers that silently like a ton of my stuff, y'all are important too. anyways i'll shut up now onto the hcs. (btw this ended up being a fic instead of hcs i apologize. i went crazy over this i'm sorry anon LMAO)

"hey, you look pretty familiar. have you been to a few shows before?" you asked kindly, facing the short man in the front row of the audience.

bayani froze as the stadium's screens pointed to him. he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but nothing came out. his face went red and his throat went dry. did you actually notice him, or was he just dreaming?

after a few seconds of waiting for an answer, you shrugged. "sorry, maybe i mistook you for someone else. anyways..."

the yandere boy still didn't move, with his mouth agape, as you continued on with your show. the people around bayani didn't seem to care, assuming that he was just a starstruck fan. but it was more than that. much more than that.

out of the millions of fans that attend your shows and events, you recognized him among them. you noticed him. and he didn't know how to handle it. what was he supposed to say? what would you even talk about? sure, he's seen all of your interviews and heard your music and dissected your lyrics for hours every single day, but would you ever want to interact with him as much as he wanted to interact with you? he was just a lowlife. he had an average job, average amount of money, he lived in a shitty apartment, and he had no friends or major accomplishments. all of his free time outside of work was spent on you. spent on following your every move and investigating everything you've put your hands on. if you ever spoke to him, you'd probably think he was some sort of pathetic stalker.

that thought drove him mad. he couldn't even focus on the rest of your concert. he didn't hear the blaring music and screams from the crowd. he wasn't paying attention to your performance, either.

he could only stand there and imagine the punishments you'd inflict on him if you found out about his obsession. would you call your security to take him away? he'd hope not. if he's going to be kicked and pushed around, perhaps even handcuffed, he'd rather you do the job rather than some random guard. but maybe he'd accept the punishment, only because you were the one who deemed it necessary. he takes your word like gospel, so he'll take whatever punishment you want, even though he would prefer your hands on him while you do it.

his imagination ran wild as your concert finished and you walked off the stage with your dancers. the crowd of fans in the stadium dispersed around him, moving along with their day. but bayani couldn't just move on with his day knowing that you know he exists now. how is he supposed to simply move on from that? he spent a long time making sure you never noticed him. even though he attended every single one of your concerts and events, he did not want to be noticed. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. but it finally happened. he finally got a taste of what it's like to be seen by the love of his life. he couldn't just leave it at that. he had to do something about it.

being under your gaze, even if it was only a few seconds, made him feel like he went to heaven. it made all of the hundreds of dollars he spent on you worth it. all of the hours he spent listening to your music and watching videos of you was worth it. it was like he awoke from a slumber. a long, miserable slumber. he had to find a way to thank you. say something to you. he messed up when he simply froze after you saw him. who knows when he'll get another chance like that?

it took a few hours for the stadium to be empty, and the security started to shoo bayani away. but when he went outside, the parking lot was still full. your concert ended hours ago, but there was still loads of cars trying to leave. it would be frustrating, but bayani had to find a way out quickly.

he climbed on the back of a nearby truck and rested his legs there, waiting patiently for the vehicle to move out of the traffic. even though he knew the truck wouldn't go anywhere near your mansion, he knew how to get to your house on foot. he only needed to rest on the truck until the traffic was gone.

after a few hours on the road, he jumped out of the vehicle, and started to walk to your mansion on foot. he didn't need to look up the location online, because he already knew where it was. he visited your home many times in the past, he just never attempted to go inside before.

his veins were on fire and he started to sweat the closer he got. he was starting to have second thoughts about his idea. but there was no time to go back, because he already showed up to your house before he could change his plans.

to get inside, he had to climb up a tree, jump off of it, and land in your backyard. he used that trick often in the past, since it was not his first time going to your house. he often snuck on your property to watch or take pictures of you while you slept.

he tried opening your bedroom window, but it was locked. he had to try a different one.

he went over to a window beside your bedroom, and thankfully, it was unlocked. but the moment he opened the window, he heard the sound of water running and your familiar voice humming a song. were you in the shower?

bayani climbed inside as quietly as possible, and closed the window behind him. his suspicions were correct. he was in your bathroom, and you were taking a shower. your curtains covered up your figure, so he couldn't see you.

bayani looked to the side of the room and saw a pile of your dirty clothes on the floor. he ran up to it and immediately took a large whiff at the pile. it smelled divine to him. he couldn't get enough of it. he quickly spotted your used underwear in the pile and snatched it without thinking, then he stuffed it in his pocket. you wouldn't notice, right?

before he could take the rest of your clothes, the water suddenly stopped. bayani ran to hide, in a spot where you couldn't see him but he could see you. you opened the shower curtains and stepped out with a towel in your hands. you were completely naked, and still drenched in water. bayani felt like he died and went to heaven again that day. he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you were completely naked, right in front of his eyes. ignoring the puddle in his pants, he nervously fumbled around his pockets, trying to find his phone. there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like this. without hesitation, he snapped a photo of you.

but he didn't notice that the flash was on.

he froze, and you looked towards him. neither of you said a word, and bayani saw his future flash before his eyes. you would probably scream for security and he would get taken away to prison, never to see your face again. his life would be over.

"you're the guy i've been seeing everywhere, huh?" you whispered.

"...are you going to, uh... send me away?" bayani gulped.

you thought about it for a moment. this guy clearly cared a lot about you, because you saw him literally everywhere you went. no matter what country you visited, he was always there. even if you didn't tell a single soul where you were going, he was somehow always there. you even saw him on your property a few times, so you knew how crazy he was. but you still let him do it. and you never reported him, either. you knew exactly what he wanted. you could always hear him moaning outside your window, knowing he would have one hand down his pants and a camera on the other.

he was cute, so why not have some fun with him?

"come here." you commanded. he followed your order without thinking, immediately falling down to his knees in front of you.

you grabbed his chin, and made him look up at you. he felt hot tears well up in his eyes as you stared him down. he didn't say a word, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.

you pressed your knee against the wet stain on his pants, and he let out a pathetic whimper. he was getting off on it.

he didn't know what to do. his dreams were finally coming true. he got noticed by you, got into your house, saw you naked, and you finally touched him. he was overwhelmed, and started crying. he didn't mean to look so weak in front of you for a first impression, but he couldn't help it. besides, he'd make a fool out of himself any day for you.

"you're so pathetic.. you've been stalking me for so long, and now you break into my house to see me naked. i could call the police and have you arrested..." you whispered, as you started putting more pressure on his crotch, moving your knee up and down on it, and inching your face closer to his.

he sobbed, “please, don't! i promise, it'll never happen again. i'll stop, i'll do whatever you want, i'll-"

you cut him off by connecting your lips to his, setting his heart on fire. you pulled away after a few seconds, leaving him speechless. there's no way you just kissed him. he had to be dreaming.

and then you moved your knee away from his crotch right before he could cum, making him let out a whimper and crumble to the ground.

"thanks for letting me have some fun with you. we can do this again soon.. if you be a good boy and return my underwear." you winked, walking away and leaving bayani a hard, pathetic, leaking mess on your bathroom floor.

[j2archives]

hii, i love your writing, and i saw your post about requesting something and if it’s not a bother i would like to request bratty!reader x Sam Winchester, the reader basically tests Sam’s dominance and doesn’t listen to what he has to say or what he tells her to do until he really makes her listen.

if you’re not comfortable with that i can definitely request something else

ON THE EDGE ꨄ︎

summary you and sam had grown… awfully close. except, you always left first thing in the morning(s). no call, no text, nothing unless he needed to save your ass. he gave you everything you begged for, but he’s been on edge for too long for him to care about that now.

content warnings brat!reader, dom!sam, doggystyle, p!v, mention of sam being on edge (obv), hunter!fem, brief crying if you squint, unprotected sex, riding, degrading, pet names, size kink, sam using his size to his advantage, he really has a filthy mouth, reader fucked dumb she can’t even think of a comment (lmao), multiple orgasms, friends with benefits (if you SQUINT)

notes i love ur requests angels!! keep them coming.

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every time you went on a hunt with the winchesters, you left straight after. dean didn’t mind it, thinking that was just your way but sam? you and sam had grown awfully close to each other.

you’d save his ass and then leave all of a sudden, then come back acting like nothing happened. it was the same cycle and it was driving him crazy. you got him hooked and then disappeared in the morning. dean noticed sam’s behavior when you did that, how his brother sometimes looked on edge.

he was on edge, your games weren’t making it any better.

now, you did it again. you saved his ass. but when you tried to leave again, sam stopped you. it was pouring down rain outside and he knew you hated driving in that weather. he knew you wouldn’t refuse that. even if you tried. so you went back to the motel with him, dean stayed at the diner you were previously, hitting on the waitress.

everytime you two were together, he gave you what you wanted. what you begged for, what you needed. and still, you acted like a brat. once you got what you wanted, you were gone first thing. no text. no call. not unless he was saving your ass.

you couldn’t look at him if you wanted to. his hand holding you face down in the cheap motel pillow as he worked you towards another orgasm. possibly the 3rd of the night. he was greedy, even despite your pleas for him to slow down — you never told him to stop.

when he had you on top of him, riding him in a pathetic attempt. he’d occasionally thrust upwards, just to see you get caught off guard and sob out. you eventually gave out, you didn’t have nearly as much stamina as the tall man did. “really, baby? making me do all the work because you can’t fuck yourself on my cock, huh?”

when he changed positions, flipping you onto your stomach, you nearly screeched. nails clawing at his arm when he stretched you again. sam used his weight to pin you beneath him, plowing himself into you over and over until there was a creamy ring at the base of his dick.

“s-sam, ‘m sorry. jus’ please, please.” you cried, this time, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. he could feel you squeeze around him when his lips first traced your skin, a cocky grin already forming on his lips. “you like it though, honey. ‘m not stopping ‘til i’ve had my fill, not stopping til’ you’re fucking choking on my cum.”

if he wasn’t giving you the best sex of your life, you’d say something snarky in response. but all you could do was let out broken mewls and moans. his name leaving your lips like a mantra each time he hit that spongy spot inside you. he’d adjust his angle too, his tip starting to bully your cervix next.

you were gushing around his cock, making it so easy for him to just work himself in and out of your cunt. your eyes were glossy, lips parted because your throat was so sore you just couldn’t get it out anymore.

he knew you were gonna cum soon, not even being able to vocalize it. he kept that same angle, pushing himself inside of you. your body was going limp by the second of his punishing pace.

“i know you’re gonna cum, baby. you can’t hide it from me, how many times have i made you cum, hm? jus’ give me another, sweetheart.” he was coaxing it out of you in the most filthy, vulgar way. but your legs shook, you couldn’t even hold back the hot, white pleasure if you wanted. a broken scream tumbled from your lips, surely alerting the neighbors.

his hips kept moving, this time at the pace he wanted. his hips sped up, his two fingers reaching down to rub at your clit. aching to feel you squeeze him one more time. one, two, three more thrusts was what made him let out a long, guttural moan.

your eyes rolled back for what felt like the millionth time as he fucked his release into you. leaving you both panting and out of breath.

“see? wasn’t so bad, was it, hon?”

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