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ganondoodle · 7 months ago
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it might seem like im just a totk hater, and to be fair, i AM, but its not bc i think its bad in every way- if it was all bad, ok, then its all bad and we can forget it happened and can all accept that-
but totk specifically hit the jackpot of -things that frustrate me so much i cannot let go and need to talk about it-
its part of my current hyperfixation (or whatever is the right word), botw is one of my all time favorite games, and that one had so many mysteries i was DEEPLY invested in, its got great music and some absolutely fanatstic moments, some ideas are great to fine, but it doesnt make sense, i hate time travel like little else in games, it constantly contradicts itself, the franchise, even its previous game its supposed to be a sequel to, i felt like i was made fun of by the game itself, for caring so much about what they had set up or done in botw, the moment i saw what they did to the shrine of life i felt so devasted i could hear people pointing and laughing at me for having cared about it, the writing treating me like i am so brainless i cannot connect dot one and two when there are only two dots in front of me labeld 1 and 2 that it then tells me to connect directly, to my face, multiple times, before showing me how to draw a line, its full, so SO FULL of missed opportunities, its got choices in there that are just nothing but frustrating bc there were a hundred other ones, i can see what you could do wit hthe basic ideas, theres people that worship it to a point you cant say anything even mildly critical, even about objectively bad things (there is no excuse for that godawful arrow menu) bc they will jump at you like a rabid animal-
i could go on but you get the point, never in my life has anything hit me like that
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misctf · 2 months ago
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I had a dream once I found a pair of cleats and tried them on, and transformed into a big, dumb, horny football jock, then came load after load of cum , all sweaty and drooling as my new team arrived. How I wish I could experience that, do you know a way?
Huh, a dream you say? And just once? Part of me doubts that. And I can tell by how you’re blushing that you’ve likely had this dream a few times. And each time, you’ve woken up with your boxers soaked with jizz. Okay, okay... maybe I didn’t need to call you out like that. Anyway.... A big, dumb, horny football jock. Look, I’m not here to judge, but are you... of course you are.... Sigh.... Well, I’ll stop wasting our time. Risks yada yada, things going wrong yada yada... You get the point. Now follow me...
You follow close behind as I lead us through a few pairs of double doors. I have to unlock a few more doors and suddenly, we find ourselves within a large warehouse. There are thousands of articles of clothing. Underwear, socks, athletic shirts... you look around in awe.
Yes, I know, very impressive. We have a lot of magical items that we’ve collected over the years. Let me just grab a pair of gloves... Some of these items are quite potent actually. Like just a touch and bam! Stupid jock! Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but... And here we go! A pair of red football cleats... Just like in your dream? Well, what can I say, I’m a miracle worker. Okay, I’ll put them down right here. Look at that, they’re brand new too, they even have the paper still stuffed in them... Just give me one second, I have to grab a special tool. I can tell this pair is quite potent.... Wait... Don’t try to remove the paper with your... Fuck.... Didn’t I say... Hey! Don’t get too close!
The cleats are stuck around your hands. You’re shaking your hands, looking up at me desperately. No matter how much you flail, they seem locked in place. You’re breathing heavily. A sense of panic filling you. Something feels very wrong. You feel warmer and you’re sweating profusely.
This is very bad... Okay, give me a second to just... what do you mean your hands hurt? Oh fuck... Ok not good, not good... I need to...
You cry out as you feel your hands start to shift and change within the cleats. It feels like your hands are lengthening, while your fingers are painful shortened. But it’s not just your feet. You watch as your forearms start to shift and change. Packing on muscle that more resembles thick calves rather than forearms.
Oh yeah, these cleats are quite potent. Okay... uh, I would be lying if I said I’ve dealt with this before. This is something we in the business call a... okay yeah, maybe I’ll spare you the details. But... Oh careful now!
Your legs suddenly give way and you’ve fallen onto you’re abdomen. You let out another cry as your arms start to shift and change even more. They’re forced above your head and you yelp as thick muscle starts to fill in. Your once mediocre arms are now a set of two built legs, crushing your head in between new thighs. But the pain in your new legs pales in comparison to the feelings from your dick. It’s throbbing in a mixture of pain, then pleasure. You feel nauseous as the room is filled with the sounds of your body cracking and shifting. Yet you moan as your body continues its metamorphosis.
Oh fascinating... I’ve never seen this before... So the pecs become the abs, and the abs become the pecs. Fuck, they're getting huge too... What am I talking about? It’s uh... oh! Give me a second! Well, hello there... Huh, still barely a whisper... Who am I talking to? Well, uh... it’s complicated. But...
You yelp when you suddenly feel your body push itself up. You’re forced to look down at the floor, and it feels like you’re doing a handstand. You clearly see the red cleats,  and the firm calf and thigh muscles that used to be your arms. You try to crane your neck to look up, but are unable to.
Well fuck... this is, uh... What did you say? I can’t... your voice is a bit garbled now... Something salty? Yeah... I think that might be semen... Really? Come on, isn’t is obvious? Are you getting the idea now? Oh, don’t look at me like that, there were risks...
You yelp as a firm hand suddenly wraps around your neck. You’re afraid you won’t be able to breath, but instead, you just feel the salty liquid leave your lips. And as the hand moves up and down, more of it dribbles from your mouth. You try to speak, but you find your mouth has been forced to remain in a small “O” shape, no matter how desperately you try to move it. Worse yet, you watch as your hair falls from your head, decorating the floor beneath you.
Yeah, I doubt he’s gonna be able to talk much at this stage... So what did you say your name was....? Brett? Makes sense, you definitely look like a Brett. I gotta say, watching your arms grow in was quite the sight. And the muscle here... your biceps are so firm... oh sorry... right I’ll let you finish...
The deep moans that fill the air are not your own. You’ve never heard moans like this before. But soon your vision and hearing dwindle significantly. Instead, all you can feel is the rough calloused hand that jerks your hardened body, as well as the stream of cum that’s leaving your new mouth. And as the pressure builds and builds, so does the pleasure. It’s numbing. Numbing to the point you feel your complex thinking dwindle. All you can focus on is pleasure. Anyway, anyhow. And then you feel it. Cum bursts from your new mouth, and Brett lets out a loud moan, falling back against the wall. You feel your body softening, your mind only able to focus on your need for more.
Okay... I guess I’ll be cleaning that up... Oh? What’s happening? The room is spinning and... Wait, where are we...? The locker room? Damn, those cleats were potent... Oh sorry, you gotta get ready for your game. And I can hear your teammates coming in... Wait... You’re already getting hard again? And you’re already leaking? Shit... Well, I guess this isn’t what we expected. But, you’re certainly a horny, dumb football jock. And you’re certainly drooling there quite a bit, just in time for your team to see.... Well I guess I should go....Huh? Wait for you...? After the game...? In the locker room...? Sigh.... you stupid jock types are my weakness... see you soon...
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eddiernunson · 7 months ago
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I Can Do it With a Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW
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Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.
Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.
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The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be this gorgeous, it’s practically unfair. “Hey, Eds.” 
He dusts the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. “Hey, sweetheart.” 
Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. “You okay, there, Munson?” 
He smirks, effortlessly standing up. “I suppose. I’m not sure how to react. Or how you’ll react.” 
Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. “Ok, Eddie this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because you’re scaring me.”
He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. “Someone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.” 
Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to class its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. It’s hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will. 
It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. “Oh, who?”
A faint pink spreads across Eddie’s cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) “Who?” 
“Um Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?” 
Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tilted floors and fall into the depths of hell. 
“She asked you out?” 
“Hey! Don’t act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!” 
That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, they’d be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per say. But a sweet girl like Chrissy, one that bore pretty blonde curls, a sweet smile and a sweet disposition, this is like your worst nightmare come true. 
Thanks to the notion of living in a small town, you could recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didn’t intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldn’t work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bully…you had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out. 
This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing. 
“I’m not surprised a cheerleader could like you, I’m surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,” you answer candidly, watching in step with him to where you supposed was his van. “I’m guessing you said yes?”
“I’d be crazy not to!” Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. “I’m taking her out on Friday night.” 
“Ah, you’ll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?”
Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. “Shit. It totally slipped my mind.” 
This is also new. Even as his dates would happen any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this isn’t a new habit of his. 
“We’ll do it on Saturday, yeah?” 
You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that he’s truly excited. As a best friend, you tried to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing. 
Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what is probably another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed. 
You smoked more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself. 
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Final word count is about 24k so I think I'll post on the 15 to give my editor a fighting chance. If you want to be tagged let me know <3
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erwinsvow · 8 months ago
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Can’t stop thinking about reader when Rafe heads off with the cross at the end of s2… like imagine he doesn’t tell her anything and she thinks he’s ghosting her🙁 poor girl stuck through everything and (naively) believed he was innocent (I would too it’s ok we all have our moments) and now he just leaves her life without saying anything??
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wait this hurts!!!!! especially with a pogue reader or just a super sweet kook reader who literally has been defending him to everyone! even her parents who do not want her seeing rafe anymore... i can just imagine that heartbroken feeling and then when he comes back with a buzz and honestly soo different too, his personality changed so much in between 2 and 3. and the first time they see each other...
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"you look good," rafe says, glancing over you like he always used to do, the same pretty, short dresses and cute shoes. there's a few things missing, the RC necklace you used to never take off, even when you're showering, the bracelet he got you when you two first started dating, the anklet he would always play with. it's all gone, a different necklace in its place. he can vaguely make out a new initial.
"thank you," you say quietly. you both stay silent for a minute, wondering what to say next. "your hair, it's different."
he runs a hand through his buzz, mind automatically floating back to how you used to run your fingers through his longer hair at any given opportunity-in bed about to fall asleep, on the couch watching some stupid movie together, in the back of his truck when he'd get between your legs and make you cum until you cried. then anger filters in, boiling his blood, wondering if some other guy is getting to see you like that now.
"yeah. s'hotter there, this is easier."
"i liked your long hair," you comment, smiling sweetly the way you always did towards him. you turn around, looking at some friends waiting for you. he doesn't notice a guy standing there, and he's thankful, because he doesn't think he could hold himself back if there was. "um, well, i should go." before you can turn around, he speaks again.
"i missed you. really, i did." you turn back, looking at him through watery eyes.
"really?" your voice is all choked up, which he hates. hates that you're crying and hates that he's the reason for your tears. "you missed me? that's why you didn't call or text? you disappeared."
"i had business to take care of, kid. i didn't-"
"you didn't have a phone? you couldn't write me a letter? you know how long i was here, waiting for you? everyone said i was stupid and i still waited-"
"y'not stupid-"
"yes i am rafe. i waited this whole time for you. i'm so stupid."
he gets closer, and you wish he wouldn't.
"not stupid. y'just a good girl. i'm sorry. i am, i am."
tears spill down, he wipes them away. you're sure your friends are staring, embarrassed if they see all your resolve caving in like this.
"can i ask you somethin'?" you look up, nodding. "you still waitin' for me?"
from this close, he can make out what your necklace says, the tiny little r pendant he once got you shaking as you nod your head.
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cupiohearts · 8 months ago
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I WISH YOU LOVE ! - reminiscing with gun.
(cant catch me now series). GUN VER. dg ver. goo ver
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they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.
for GUN, he cant figure out for the life of anyone why they would wish someone that moved on in life the best of luck. he was a selfish man. when you disappeared from him, he mutters bitterly to himself wishing curses upon your name. the tear drops on the letter you wrote to him being the symbolism behind it all.
why would he want you to do well without him? why did you have to leave him?
did you not care as much as you said you did? he furrows his eyebrow. taking another drag out of his cigarette while he watches the stupid couple on the street pick out matching items for each other.
"jonggun! jonggun! look come here! hurry up!" you hiss at him as you press your face against the glass of a window. it was the pet adoption center. a calico cat taking a nap in the window as you cood at it.
that was the ugliest cat hes ever seen. it's eyes looked a bit too similar to the one you always give him when you want him to do something ridiculous for you.
"its cute" he gruffly says. you raise an eyebrow at him and made a face "youre a big fat liar. when we grow old with joongoo and james! we should all get a cat together!"
you giggle as you wiggled your finger at the cat. your breath fogging up the glass and when you pulled away he could see a slight bit of lipgloss- or lip tint- or whatever you were wearing on your lips that left it all glossy and shimmery left on the window.
he didnt say anything about it. he probably shouldve. you left the window dirty with your makeup. the same lips he imagined himself kissing from to time.
he thinks again. gun is a selfish man. when he read the letter you gave him, he thinks to himself for a far longer period of time than what he would appreciate.
he picks up the small camera you left behind in your apartment. he kept it with him for some reason. it was to keep videos and photos of yourself so he wont forget all of the times hes had with you.
"gun stop! stop! stop- what in the world happened here?!" your voice can be heard from behind the camera. the camera work a bit shaky as you walk closer to the restaurant.
there were a lot of bodies on the floor. a lot. "did you take them all down by yourself?" you ask him. you already knew the answer. he didnt need to respond but he did "yes"
you let out a deep sigh "this was supposed to be a cute video! you just ruined it. i wanted to send my mom and dad videos of me while im still here!"
you never sent it. he almost wished you did. so your parents knew what your friends were in korea. gangsters hanging out with the most.. sane one. sane is a strong word. hed think more like you were the glue.
you held everyone together, but at the same time. you were the one keeping them in the past.
that wasnt what he thought as he read your note though.
while he reading the shaky lines with splotchy text. the tears you left on the paper made it all crumbly and the words were hard to read.
he could only wish you the worst time without him. you better not be happier than you were with him. thats how you made him feel. he felt like the vines growing around the fence around you. his growth was hindered by the boundaries you had. if you werent there, he wouldve probably never grown in the first place, but you were also the reason he couldnt get better.
even as he read the lines 'jongun, you are the one who destroyed me the most.' he felt a small smile come to his face. he really is the most selfish person he knew.
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sooooo... im here. I DID THE SECONDPARTY YIPPEE 😋😋 is it messy idk
i havent proof read so im assuming its ok. if its ooc mb brother.
their personalities are hard to capture anyways live laufh love the lookism blondes <3 the hottest in the game frl
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woaza · 28 days ago
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Since you do requests, could I request Gerhard with a reader who is the world's best smithy? Whether it be jewellery, tools, weapons, or anything made of metal, they can make it.
If this is ok with you, of course.
Gerhard F. x Smith!(GN) Reader
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Contains : Head cannons and Small fic.
Word count : 1.5k words!
Warnings : None other than Gerhard.
A/N : Gerhard is insane. ALSO I love requests, I did my best to follow my understanding of what you requested. If it’s not to your liking please let me know! Tysm!🌬️
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—— (Married before your recived title.)
- Gerhard was originally unsure about your ‘hobbies’ as he would say. He believed his partner didn’t need to work you had other duties as an aristocrat. (Even if you weren’t an aristocrat before you married, you are now and he wants you to act like it.)
You were working in the small shop out in the garden you had the servants of the estate set up for you. Sitting at your table learning over as you focus on the gold ring. The rubies were an intense red and it was beautiful. Although that isn’t what made the ring so beautiful. This particular ring was special. It was going to be the first gift that you’d hand made for your husband since starting your new hobby. It had the Fra family crest engraved in the back of the ruby. You squinted as you moved your tools slowly across the expensive material. After awhile you are satisfied with that you had done when you hear your husband approaching from behind. “This is frivolous my love, surely you are not still at this? Think of your duties.” He says as you roll your eyes and cover the ring with your hands. It wasn’t quite time to reveal the surprise.
- Yet you were relentless and It slowly grows on him. He watches as his spouses skills grow and not to mention your natural talent. He’s a bit shocked, almost feeling a bit stupid to even had suggested that you give up this passions of yours.
His birthday, which to him had lost the meaning it once held to him long ago. He an eternal being had celebrated his name day many times but as he aged decades its seemed useless to waste his time on a party he rarely ever enjoyed. A vampire and aristocrat such as himself has no needs for such things. You knew of this and respected your husband’s desire for a non-celebratory day. All he wanted was to enjoy a nice patio dinner with you, and as the night came to close you politely handed the stunning ring you had made. You even made a custom box fitted with velvet. “You are well aware of the fact that I didn’t wish for any gifts?” He said rising a brow at you. Looking at you from across the small romantic table. “Yes, I am well aware Gerhard but I will only wish that you entertain me with opening the gift.” Gerhard sighed, truly you were the only person that could make him engage in such activities. He opened the box with a stern face. His eyes carefully exclaimed the ring, picking it up and admiring the ruby and the family crest engraved into the peice of gold. Before his gently slides it onto one of his fingers. He lets out a small hum of satisfaction as you let out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding. “My compliments to the jeweler.” He said before you smiled “Gerhard I am the one who crafted the piece.”. His eyes widen slightly but his ego won’t let him compliment you quite yet.
- As you start to grow fame, he starts to finally express his appreciation for your craft. Not a lot, don’t expect much but he starts to stop by the workshop on the estate and starts to personally supply you. Making sure you get real gems and the highest quality of metals. It’s the most subtle way to show his care.
- Finally you start getting so many orders and wining competitions, he now will hint at his appreciation with his words. Other lords and lady’s start to talk of the reputation and all the new profits you’ll bring for the Fra name.
- “Yes my betrothed is an exploratory smith, only a fool wouldn’t see that.” He states it as if it’s matter of fact.
You and Gerhard were hosting a Holiday Party as the Fra family occasionally does. Currently Gerhard is left to welcome the guests alone, which he isn’t thrilled about. Where could you possibly be? His stunning spouse not next to him is a crime. He thinks to himself but keeps a straight face and he welcomes all the guests as they exit their carriages. Suddenly he sees you walk down the hallway in a fresh, new, and proper gown. He frowns at you as you walk up to him.��Have you forgotten your duties or do you simply wish to embarrass me?” His tone is always grouchy but Your used to it. This is just who he is. You shrug off the snotty comment and move to stand next to him. “I’m sorry, it was of the utmost importance that I fished a dagger for the lord of house Belmont.” You whisper softly in his ear. Which he ignores as he welcomes the next guest, you quickly followed suit. The Nobel Lady and Her husband walk in, the older Women reached for a polite handshake. You reach out to return the action but before your hands coiled she let out a small gasp. Your eyes shoot down to see a large cut you hadn’t noticed earlier. Now Gerhard and the Nobel look down, Gerhard is immediately embarrassed. How could he not have noticed? The Nobel man places a hand on his wife’s back. “Oh My! Quite the cut, I can only assume it’s from your craft no? I hope this isn’t too impolite but I’ve heard many things, and since this Opportunity had presented it I’d like to order a ring from you.” He says politely, his wife’s smiles as she hears the mention of a new ring. You smile, happy to discuss with the man and Gerhard happy to have avoided an improper situation.
- Finally after years your skills are unmatched and simply renown world wide, techniques are being named after you and you are deemed the world’s best smith. You’re invited to teach and do speeches. Gerhard simply can’t be more proud. The reputation is so good for the Fra name. He still doesn’t express himself much, never a person to let his emotions get the better of him. Yet as his walks into your workshop, seeing all the workers you hired, and filled with customers, he can’t help but feel a bit amazed to be your spouse. (Not that he will EVER say that.)
- He Also helps you buy a shop and manage the money. The business and the reputation will certainly be passed down through the Generations of Fra family.
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—— (Married after your received title.)
- Gerhard had heard of you before, your name was iconic among High Aristocats. Due to your reputation of the finest weapon, jewelry and, well just about anything that involved metal. Everyone who was important either had some of your jewelry or one of your fine crafted pieces above the mantle. A talking piece, an exquisite show of craftsmanship.
Gerhard had decided to make a trip personally to your workshop, which was located in the high end of town. His carriage stopped right outside of your shop. The building was exquisite within itself. Mostly made of bricks and glass but lined with unique metal art pieces. Metal framed the building and windows. Along with a hand crafted sign.
He walked in, seeing a couple familiar faces. Other nobles and aristocrats pondering over your vast selection. He spoke to none of them. He simply couldn’t care less as he walked up straight to the counter and requested to speak with you. “Hello, I received a later from the Smith, that I was approved to see them this afternoon.” He didn’t even need to say your name ‘the smith’ was all he had to say and they understood. In a few moments he was seated across from you as you and his were discussing a new pocket watch for him. You were leaned over the table looking down at the papers were you’ve blueprinted the patterns. Talking in depth of every design choice and details. Yet even as foolish as it was he couldn’t help but lose his focus. His eyes eagerly drinking in the way your mouth moved and hands glided across the blueprints.
- Gerhard is not a romantic man by any means. He isn’t big on affection, anything that is isn’t for profit or a duty is simply put on the back burner. He would never tell anyone but he is incredibly impressed by the reputation and craftsmanship.
- This is one thing that will always get his attention is someone who is well rounded and a hard worker. He finds that impressive. Which he would never admit but so be it.
- After a while he starts to visit and order more from your shop. Sometimes just to discus with you, anything really. Eventfully it leads to his proposal but be patient despite how confident he is, it will take a while for him to come up with a proper reason to marry you other than how amazing you are.
- You’ll never know how long it took him to finally ask him. Though if he had it his way you’ll never know.
(Angelico absolutely looks up to you and sees how impressed his father is with your craft and begs for you to teach him. Or at least let him watch you! Please teach him it will mean the world to him, of course things that are only appropriate for his age. But he truly has a fascination and wants to learn!)
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inmyhorrorsera · 1 year ago
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S5E8 "The Roast" thoughts:
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Ok, I watched this episode three times and I'm still smiling. I love when you think and episode is gonna be about something because of its title and then surprise you when its all a misdirection (see also: Succession's "Connor's Wedding").
At first Laszlo's err… state intrigued me, love everyone projecting and imposing their own insecurities (Guillermo's secret, Nadja's hex) as a reason on why he is behaving like that. And of course it's a stupid reason 😭.
"And a flat pepsi for Guillermo". Oh Nandor, that's the worst thing you ever done to Guillermo, that's the worst thing you could do to anyone. And yes, I remember a certain S4 episode.
I screeched like a bird when Colin mentioned dreaming about being a baby under Laszlo's care, not only because I wanted this shit to happen since the past finale, but also I really thought the episode was going on that direction (and also bc its another W for my predictions).
Having said that, LOVED the nonchalance of Nadja and the others when they were like 'no, it wasn't a dream, that totally happened'.
I mentioned it in a separate post: they really had a Sweet Dee in IASIP moment when The Guide gave the roast idea, only to be ignored and then the same idea being stolen by a dude who is celebrated.
Seanie's poor brain it should be soup at this point, we don't know if he can hazily remember the event like it happened before.
What can I remember is his line after Nadja's roast because it was one of the biggest laughs for me: "Women CAN be funny!" I fucking loved it so much, it's the perfect condescending shit straight men say all the time, even when they're trying to be complementary to you they can't stop being garbage. It was a simple line but Anthony nailed the delivery and timing. Seriously, rewatch that part.
At first I was confused why all the jokes were so mid, but shortly I realized this episode wasn't about the roast at all, lol.
Just by watching screenshots of other users I noticed that in the scene of Nandor resting his head on Guillermo's shoulder there's a BIG flame between them. LMAO. There's no way that is unintentional.
Good for The Guide being the catalyst of Baron Afanas learning the truth. I was demanding more screen time for her lately, so having some incidence in the main plot goes on the plus column.
The other guests present at the roast being shocked at the knowledge of Guillermo killing vampires surprised me; I always assumed Guillermo being a familiar/slayer was a known fact in the vampire community after his very public massacre at the Théâtre des Vampires.
Fuck yeah when I realized this is a Doug Jones spotlight episode, I just fuckin ahgdjkaksdf, love him, perfect, no notes.
The Baron being terrifying!! Guillermo was seriously scared for the others and he barely tried to show off his Van Helsing abilities.
Nandor and Nadja begging the Baron to not hurt Guillermo!! 😭 Them being dragged while grabbing the cape!! 😭 They're spiritual siblings to me!! 😭😭
They really reminded me a little bro and sis begging their mom to not hit their beloved older brother with the chancla for talking back or something.
I fell for the two fake-outs with the sack lol I'm so gullible when it comes to vampires I guess.
NANDOR PAINFUL SOUNDS (MOANS???) WHEN HE BELIEVED HE WAS IN FRONT OF GUILLERMO'S INERT BODY. IT WAS SAD BUT ALSO A LITTLE HORNY!!!
"At least he died doing what he loved: beating off in the toolshed."
A wonderful small detail: After Laszlo opened fake Guillermo with the knife he cleaned his hands on The Guide's dress.
Idc if you think its dark, the whole 'Nandor will kill you and then kill himself' bit becoming a recurring joke it's peak writing.
I wish I can say something more serious about Baron Afanas' sadness over how boring his life is now. But I just keep thinking that the way he talks about his homelife with The Sire and the Hellhound sounds exactly when a dude has a middle life crisis and suddenly he doesn't enjoy his marriage anymore. They're husbands!! And I loved how cunty he looked at the end all half-charred (see posted gif) Queen!
Now, the Nandermo of it all: What more can I say than incoherent screaming and foaming from the mouth? Episodes 8 are all about them again!! Nandor on the window looking all cliched melancholic heroine of a romance novel?? How relieved he was when he found him in the coffin??? Him still remembering Guillermo's card word for word???!! Knowing that this toxic dark sided devotion goes both ways???!!! Borrowing the words of Fleabag: THIS IS A LOVE STORY.
Seriously, I know all these soft Nandor moments are here so the heartbreak when he learns about Guillermo being turned it's even bigger. But still denying that there is a romantic undertone between these two it's just being purposely adamant at this point (i'm looking at you wwdits reddit). Even if nothing explicitly romantic happens on screen, just by watching these moments, I know, we know.
Now, go listen to the ending song again. You will not regret it.
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liliumsabyss · 5 months ago
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Victory
Newt(TMR) x male reader
Prequel(?) to “Don’t Go”
Minor angst to Fluff I think?
Word Count: 1.35k
Tw: Normal Maze Runner stuff maybe more descriptors of violence, loss of hearing temporarily, maybe ooc
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Newt hadn’t seen it till it was too late and now he was fighting off a crank that had climbed on top of him waving its claws wildly and snarling at him. He terrified, fought back being careful to avoid being scratched or bit using the large rifle he had stolen from wicked as a shield as much to his misfortune had gotten jammed rendering it as his only weapon useless, utterly useless. And he was not ready to accept the fate that was to await him if he were to give up he still had to fight. But that wasn’t the main thought in his mind as his ears rang. The main thought was Where were you? If you were okay despite the odds were ok he would be fine with dying right there but with the group getting ambushed by a flood of cranks he feared that you had either been dead or infected and both of those images had been his worst fear. His thought of you being infected had started to now grow into a conviction he was so convinced you had to be infected at this point that he begged you had died instead at least then he wouldn’t have to watch your eyes slowly turn into a black void, dark blood spilling from your mouth, your veins showing off the changes, and worst of all, your beautiful mind withering away till you were an empty shell actually you wouldn’t be empty you would be so much worse filled with agony, hatred, and a violent nature that simply just didn’t belong to you. The thought of that made him more terrified than the crank he was fighting. And yet just at that second a swift blur in his confusion passed by his eyes the weight of the creature gone. So he scrambled to sit up only to see you on top of the crank, pinning its arms into the ground with your knees while your knife was held high above your head. Newt's eyes flashed with even more horror at the image, why were you being so so stupid why would you put yourself in this kind of peril for him, why were you willing to potentially die for him. He couldn’t understand actually with his fear cloudling his brain he wouldn’t understand the conviction of you being infected flashed across his eyes all over again. Your knife came down over and over black liquid spraying you with each violent stab into the cranks skull the dark substance dripping from the knife that shined ever so slightly the crank letting out screeches until it fell silent its struggling arms fell limp. You leaned back ever so slightly relieving the pressure on your knees. Dark coloured blood splattered across your face smeared along with dust and dirt as you climbed off the crank still remaining on your knees. Newt without thinking crawled? More like clamered on his knees towards you sliding at the last second ever so slightly before you.
“ You bloody shank! Why would you do that?” He practically yelled over the gunshots of the others, “ Why would you be that bloody stupid! People care about you, I care about you!”
You tilted your head in confusion at him but he didn’t appear to notice. He continued to “yell” as you watched his lips trying to make out with what he was saying. He almost completely forgot that he had practically confessed to you but that would be a problem for future him. Yet by the time he had stopped to take a sharp inhale and he refocused on you matching your confusion as he saw you staring confused and intensely at his mouth. He blushed a little at the immediate implication he had thought of, quite embarrassed with himself that his mind even remotely thought of that. You said something softly, too softly for him to hear over the screeches and gunfire. He looked at you in confusion moving his head closer, hinting he could not hear. 
“ I CAN’T HEAR MY GUN BLEW OUT MY HEARING.” You shouted unable to control your volume due to your well lack of receiving volume. Newt slightly jumped back in surprise at your loudness, but quickly he nodded showing he understood what you had said. 
He scrambled onto his feet, realising that the group had to move forward or else they would die there. He had then reached his hand out towards you, you in response stretched your hand up to rest in his before his fingers curled gentle enough not to hurt you but firm in which it would be hard to let go. Newt gave a sharp tug to reference you to stand, you stood up stumbling a tad trying to gather your bearings. 
“ We have to get out of here, they will corner us.” Newt shouted at the rest, you had tried to read his lips only catching a word here and there as your hearing continued to be repressed. It would have sounded if you were underwater.
The other nodded and made affirmations in response. Newt looked at you trying his best to mouth something, you could make it out and he never would have even had to tell  you for you already did. The words “Trust Me” left his mouth and you nodded, why wouldn’t you he was the one you had so utterly cared for to the point where you had thrown yourself onto a crank for him. So yes you did trust him. He turned around reaching into his back pocket behind the aviator esc coat revealing a small handgun he had most definitely taken from WICKED. When? You had no clue but considering his other weapon was rendered useless you certainly weren’t complaining. He started to yell towards the rest who were still fighting against the ongoing swarms of cranks. There was a plan in play, a plan you didn’t know and that scared you but your ever going trust in the other male was clear so you squeezed his head lightly your version of a response. And soon you moved forward, Newt jogging to the best of his ability stayed at the front clearing the general path with the small handgun and never once letting go of your hand. While he was usually never the leader and often more times second in command the person who keeps everyone together you could see that he was more than suited to be a leader. Whether it was in his nature or he had picked it up from Alby no one there could deny his knack for leadership. To you he had seemed like a knight in shining armour, fearless. However his internal dialogue would prove otherwise, he was mortified at that second he was nearly shooting everything that moved and he was as flighty as bird. He held frantically onto your hand the warmth of your hand and the occasional squeeze here and there kept him grounded yet made him only further scared him. The constant reminder that you had been there and while not helpless you certainly weren’t in the most ideal situation.
 He would’ve kept running if it wasn’t for Minho’s voice calling out to him he wouldn’t have stopped. He looked around a little too fast for someone who would appear to be safe and that's when he realised they had gotten out that they were safe. He looked back at you, both of you holding each other's hand just as tight, the sun lighting up your faces. A huge grin spread across your face and you laughed, you just laughed, your head threw back and you laughed and before Newt knew it he was laughing alongside you his toothy grin being revealed as he laughed. There were only two thoughts in his mind: you had survived and furthermore you were so bloody beautiful. And so he continued to smile and laugh as the others joined in celebrating your victory, he couldn’t tell if your hearing was back but for now he would just enjoy watching you celebrate. 
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strangerpringle · 6 months ago
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(‼️UPDATED HUNTRIC FIRST MEETING SCRIPT‼️) (CONTEXT: This is now a flashback minisode script where Hunter and Edric are both in their late thirties and have two kids Lewis(14) and Fionna(12) when Hunter and Edric tell Lewis about their first meeting)
Hunter, and Edric are sitting on the outside couch on the porch, while Fionna is playing with Batric, Lewis comes outside excited to show his dads what he’s been working on.
Lewis: Dad Papa, can you help me for a second I need some help on a few details.
Hunter: of course! Uh, what is the project exactly, you haven’t really told us what it is yet.
Lewis: oh yeah, I’m supposed to write a report on the most inspirational person or people in my life, and I had to go with you two since your story is so beautiful and moving and emotional it’s literally something that came out of one of my romance novels, it’s so interesting and inspiring to me!!
Hunter and Edric are practically in tears they did not expect that kind of response
Edric: *sniff*🥺
Fionna: booooooo I don’t wanna eavesdrop on all this gross sappy romance talk *blegh*
Lewis: Fionnaaaa if you’re gonna be like that then go back inside and watch your creepy clown movie or something-
Fionna: At least that’s entertainment-
Hunter: haha it’s ok Fionna-
Edric: don’t worry Lewi, sometimes kids don’t really care about romance. I didn’t really care about it until I found the romance section in the video store around your age, I think it was something about vampires-
Hunter: anyway, what did you need exactly?
Lewis: Oh yeah, *Lewis places long sheet of paper on the coffee table in front of them* I just wanted to make sure the timeline was correct, was the break up before or after aunt Mittens had the fight with Papa at Eclipse Lake?
Edric: Uh, before, and uh, we actually didn’t first meet when the abomitons were being transported to the old castle.
Lewis: Wait, really??
Hunter: I guess technically that’s when you first asked me out.
Edric: Wow, we really never told you?
Lewis: NO, I can’t believe I never fact checked this…
Hunter: heh, you remember that night?
Edric: How could I forget❤️
Hunter and Edric look over at Lewis, he has a VERY intrigued face.
Edric: You want to hear the story-
Lewis:-YES PLEASE!!
Hunter and Edric both giggle-
Hunter:Grom night, if I remember correctly, I haven’t even met Luz at that point.
Edric: ugh, the night me and Em got stood up-but also the night I met the love of my life~💞
Hunter: *blushes* and the night I met mine~💞
Lewis: EEEEEE *bouncing with excitement*
Fionna: *very exaggerated gags and covers her ears*
Edric: …23 years ago
Hunter: Titan we’re old-
Edric: HA-oh man…
(…)
It’s Grom night, and Edric and Emira are alone after being stood up, they’re having an argument because Emira’s upset…
Ed: "AT LEAST YOURE NOT ALONE"
Em: "ID RATHER BE ALONE THEN BE STUCK WITH YOU"
Ed: "…FINE IF YOU WANNA BE ALONE, THEN BE ALONE-“
Ed runs into a nearby forest, sad cold, and lonley. After a few minutes he sees a flash of red light coming right towards him-
The Golden Guard stops right at his tracks-
Edric is very taken aback, hes only heard of The Golden Guard, hes just never seen him before, he becomes slightly starstruck.
“Sir why are you here this is a dangerous forest, its not safe-“
Edric: Whatever, if the forest is gonna eat me alive let it-
GG: What why??
Edric: …it’d be a lot better then getting your heart broken🥺
GG: How did that even happen, wait what do you mean hearts can break-IS IT CONTAGIOUS??
Edric: what no?? It’s a saying-Ugh why do you even care, no one else would care if I died out here why should you??
GG: Look man I’m not good at this sort of thing, I just think it’s stupid that you’d rather be eaten alive by whatever horrific monsters roams around here then whatever happened to your heart, how did your heart become “broken”, I don’t see any bleeding?
Edric: CAN YOU JUST LET ME BE DRAMATIC GUESS WHAT SOMETIMES YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT ACTUALLY BEING PHYSICALLY HURT-DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE WHEN SOMEONE ASKS YOU OUT TO THE BIGGEST NIGHT OF THE SCHOOL YEAR ONLY FOR THEM TO NEVER SHOW UP AND MAKE YOI FEEL SO EMBARRASSED AND STUPID TO THINK THAT SOMEONE WOULD ACTUALLY LOVE YOU- . . . sorry I, *sigh* I just wanted to have the perfect dance with the perfect guy…but I guess that was wishful thinking…
GG: I’m, sorry about that and no, I don’t know how that feels… can I do anything to help?
Edric: heh, can you dance?
GG: I uh, I dont know how to dance, uh, how do you even do that…?
Edric seems very intrigued by this information, "oh I can help with that-" The Golden Guard says it all, I dont have time, theres no point, I'm on a mission. "What? The Golden Guard is not aloud to have a little fun?" Edric swiftly takes his hand, and places it on his shoulder, takes the other and holds it high, while he takes his own, and places it on The Golden Guards shoulder, he slightly flinches, but relaxes after they slowly start to dance, Edric can tell hes nervous but decides not to poke fun at him.
After a few misteps, they start to find a rhythm…
"Well aren't you a fast learner" Edric says with a flirty tone...
The Golden Guard giggles slightly-
They danced for what seemed like forever…
Until a beam of light brightens the entire forest, both shocked and confused they stopped dancing, bits of black goo scurry away under them, "What in Titans name was that??" The Golden Guard yells, "is, that bits of Grom??" Ed questions "Gromethius, is here?" says The Golden Guard "not anymore apparently" replies Ed, they both laugh-
After stomping out the rest of grom, The Golden Guard apologizes to Ed having to miss his dance, smiling, Ed replies, "its ok, I had a better one right here..." The Golden Guard quickly turns away flustered and begins fiddling with his staff.
Edric shivers because of the cold, he left his coat with Emira. He then feels the warmth of a white cloak on his sholders, he looks over to see The Golden Guard without his cloak, and showing his pushed back light blonde hair, with only a strand out of place. "What about you?" Edric asks "It's fine, I can request another when I get back-" *peck*💞
Edric kisses the very flustered Golden Guard on the cheek and replies with a soft -
"Thank you…”❤️
GG: "h-happy to help-uh-"
Ed: "Edric."
GG: "Edric."
Edric suddenly feels butterflies in his stomach-💞
After a moment of silence Ed suddenly realizes- "WAIT WHATS YOUR-" a flash of red wisps into the night sky, "…name.."
"maybe next time, hopefully" Edric thinks to himself...
Edric starts to hear cheering in the distance, he follows it to see what the commotion is about and sees his little sister and her friend Luz being carried away by many students cheering, Mittens and Luz defeated Grom and are now being carried back to end the night with a fun dance celebration, Ed follows his sister and the crowed back to Hexside, still thinking about what happend.
Emira sees him and very worried starts bombarding him with questions, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WHY THE FOREST OF ALL PLACES, WHAT WAS THAT LIGHT, WHOS CLOAK IS THAT???- but it all just went in one ear and out the other... everything that just happend was magical, more magic then he could ever conjure. He just walks away in his own mind and replays every second of that dance, a dance he never wants to forget, and he hopes someday, maybe, just maybe, he'll see him again.❤️
(…)
Edric: What I once thought was the worst night of my life, actually turned out to be better then I could ever imagine…💞
Hunter and Edric look at each other lovingly💞
Lewis: *in tears* that was beautiful…🥺
Fionna: Awww🥺… IM MEAN-EWWWw oh who am I kidding that was really sweet-
Lewis: Not so gross now huh-
Fionna: What?? I’m aloud to think it’s nice SOMETIMES-
Everyone laughs except Fionna-
Lewis: Hey dad, do you still have the cloak?
Edric: Oh, um, I probably do, just not here…
Lewis: *sigh* I can’t wait till I find my love of my life-oh-
A butterfly lands on Lewis’ nose, the wings spread out to show its colorful wings.
🧡💛🤍🩵💙
Fionna: oooo pretty! :D
Lewis: *takes butterfly on finger* *looks at it and smiles*
Butterfly flutters away into the sky…
*later*
Hunter and Edric arrive at a storage unit, unlock it and open it to see many boxes filled with old stuff that belonged to Ed Em Amity and Alador when they moved out of the mansion.
Ed and Hunter walk to the very back and find a few boxes labeled “Edrics closet”
Hunter helps Edric open and look through a few until Edric find a small white cloak that would only fit a 16 year old Golden Guard.
Hunter slowly grabs it and holds it up to himself, seeing how much he’s grown, and they both slightly giggle.
Hunter looks down at it, holding the cloak is bringing back memories, some he wishes he didn’t remember. Edric places his hand on Hunters sholder and gives him a look saying “you ok?” Hunter puts the cloak down and hugs Edric tightly. Edric hugs back and strokes Hunters hair to calm him. They start to sway side to side, and begin a small slow dance…❤️
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missuswalker · 1 year ago
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PLS DO A PART TWO OF NOTES I LOVE IT!!!!
notes, pt. two || craig tucker x fem reader
✮ summary: after the boy you'd hated for so long asks you on a date, you realize he's not so bad (pt three here) ✮ warnings: none
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"i'll pick you up at five"
The text I had been staring at for what felt like forever.
I was actually going on a date with Craig Tucker. After the day he'd asked me out, we exchanged numbers and planned our date. We decided Denny's was good enough since neither of us cared to do anything fancy.
It was only 4:58, and already, I heard honking outside. Surprisingly, he was already here. I honestly expected him to be late. I couldn't tell if I was excited, nervous, or dreading this. Sighing, I pick up my keys, and begin to head out.
Since my parents weren't home, I walked right out, locking the front door behind myself. Now or never, I guess. Turning around, I see Craig rolling the passenger side window down, one hand on his steering wheel and the other flipping me off. What I noticed first, though, was the small smile on his face.
Something in my head totally shifted, and suddenly, I found myself completely ready for this date. Walking down to the curb, I give him an eye roll, though I also had a small grin.
As I reached for the handle, I hear the click of the lock. "Did you just lock the door on me?" I scoff, jiggling the handle. "Looks like you're gonna have to crawl through the window, babe."
Babe?
"Very funny. Unlock the door, Tucker." With a quiet snicker, he unlocks it, leaning over the middle console to push the door open for me. I almost felt flustered in a way, but dismissed those feelings as I hopped into the dark blue pickup.
The ride was silent, but it was comfortable. My leg bounces from the nerves, but stops as a gentle hand lands on my knee. I look over to Craig, feeling a bit baffled, but his eyes stay on the road.
"What the hell?" He mumbles, pulling into the Denny's parking lot. It was empty. "Is it closed?" I ask, craning my neck to look for a sign. "Shit. I guess so." Craig huffs, one of his fingers tapping on my knee as he thinks.
"We could go back to my place and watch a movie," He suggests after a moment of uncomfortable quietness. "Yeah, ok," I reply, my voice quieter. The nervousness was back. I can see him glance at me in my peripheral vision, but I keep my gaze forward. I didn't know what was so nerve wracking about going back to his place, but I couldn't get it out of my head.
After about another fifteen minutes, we pulled into his driveway. His hand leaves my knee, moving to put his car in park. Letting out a sigh, he turns to me. "You good?"
What the hell did that mean? "I'm good." I answer, pushing the door open and hopping out. He does the same, leading me to his front door. "When we go in, just keep walking, don't even look at my parents," He says, unlocking his front door. We do just that, Craig leading me up the stairs to his room.
The tension was thick as he shuts the door behind him, walking to his desk and picking up his laptop. "You can sit, dumbass," he says, his tone playful as he gestures to his bed. "Shut up," I scoff, but kick off my shoes, taking a seat on his bed.
"You like blue or something?" I ask, noticing most everything he owned was blue. "Not at all, why do you ask," he answers sarcastically, giving me a deadpan expression. Now standing over me, he says, "that's my side." I give him a confused look. "Huh?" He rolls his eyes, pushing my legs. "This is my side of the bed, move over."
"I'm the guest," I say, moving over to the other side anyways. Craig drops down beside me, opening his laptop. "Yeah, whatever," He snorts, pulling up Netflix. "You care about what we watch?" He asks, scrolling through the home page. "Not really," I hum, looking down at the screen.
We end up picking some stupid looking horror movie, the awkward tension at its strongest. Only about fifteen minutes into the movie, I felt his eyes burning into the side of my head. I look at him, noticing his brows furrowed.
"What?"
Then his lips were on mine. His hand moves to my chin, his fingers pleasantly gentle. After I got over the initial shock, I began to kiss back.
Well, shit.
I was totally head over heels for Craig Tucker.
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a/n: GUYS I WAS GIGGLING
also i'm doing my best to get requests out quickly, if i haven't gotten to yours, i'm not ignoring it! surprisingly, i already have quite a few, so i'm sorry if it takes a while to get a response!
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tigerdrop · 1 month ago
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Hi I pre-ordered the keychain and I'm very excited for it!! I wanted to know how you think it would go if Bill and Ford were to reunite at some point post Weirdmageddon, Bill is still incredibly obsessed with Ford (and likely that will never change), but Ford is angry at him because of the past, do you think they could work something out?
oh i absolutely do. i was just thinking about this the other day.......sure it would be healthier for both of them to cope and move on, but would it be more fun?? NO!!!!!!!!
i can make it work. im going to write this eventually but right now im working on a fic about the first time bill and ford hook up. but i can make it work
consider bill taking a lot of misguided lessons from his therapy sessions and thinking "well clearly the way to fix all of this and get sixer back is to go back in time and redo everything. but better this time". envision this going haywire in every way you would expect going back in time to fix things to do
even funnier if bill decides hes going to break out of the theraprism to do this. he Did not learn a fucking thing other than "if you are mean to somebody they might not like you anymore". mission accomplished
i think he could fuck things up so bad with time travel bullshit . it would be so funny. we all saw the fucking time travel episode, ok, now imagine something like that except with bill desperately trying to interrupt the timeline to show sixer that hes got Emotional Intelligence now, he did therapy, he made collages and lumpy clay hearts that he DIDNT smash into goop, and hes Better than the bill ford knew when he was younger. it would be so embarrassing to watch
my vision is that bill makes such a huge fucking mess of the timeline and of their dimension and it causes so many problems for so many people and they are all So mad at him. except, weirdly enough, for ford
the guys on trial for time crimes and the only one willing to say a nice thing about him is his dipshit ex with an ego bigger than god. because he actually feels touched that bill did all of this stuff just for him. and bill apologized, even if he doesnt fully understand the purpose of "apologies" or "contrition"
it hits ford square in the emotional intersection of "i never stopped thinking about bill even though he fucked me over and i never want to see him again" and "bill would cause this much trouble and this much chaos out of a misguided attempt to patch things up". he actually cares!!!
and its cartoons. its not like bill has to go to fucking time jail if i dont want him to. ford can abruptly interrupt to defend him out of nowhere while every single member of his family thinks he has lost his mind. the power of love (and time community service) can get him out of it. And it can work
ford never stopped being easy to flatter and having a god move heaven and earth just to make him happier is like the biggest ego boost known to man. so even if hes still hurt over everything i dont think he could resist feeling that special. that powerful
but now hes older and smarter and he doesnt have anything to offer bill. and bill doesnt have anything he wants anymore. except, you know. company
so i think ford is easily stupid enough to have one last pity date that turns into a second and a third and so on. its not like everything is fixed but bill showed that he was actually capable of emotional growth. he Did change. just for some dumbass human. which is crazayyyyyy
(and now at least 7 different people/creatures/entities would explode bill into 1 million pieces if he throws another fucking tantrum. and fords got that aluminum plate in his head......hes the one in control now. bill cant do anything except, maybe, break fords heart. which would also make everybody explode him)
everybody hates that bill shows up to family functions now but what can you do. sometimes the interdimensional dream demon that possessed you and slammed your hands in drawers ends up dating your grunkle. Its basically the same as having a stepdad
and they could fuck about it. The end
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wrathofrats · 1 year ago
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Day 11: marking/ breath play
Prompts by @kroas-adtam
Swiss and dew have to be weird about the face paint bc its fucking swiss and dew
“Honestly I wished they’d just give me a balaclava at this point” Swiss sighed as he looked up meeting dews gaze.
It was always hard for dew to not stare at Swiss while he put his face paint on. The black paint covered the tips of his fingers as he smeared it onto his face and mouth. Swiss claimed it was faster than using a sponge, and less wasteful. Always mumbling something about not being bothered to actually do it properly, it was going to smear anyways.
“Harder to breathe though, and you can’t sing. Think I rather have the paint”
Swiss squirted another thick glob of paint into his hands, rubbing it around before wiping on the other cheek. He took special care to get it into his stubble, tried to get as even of a coat as he could, even if it would be faded and streaky within the hour. His fingers left marks on his face as he worked, lines and texture coming through once it started to get tacky.
“Eh, you could just put a hole in the fabric”
The entirety of his hands were covered in the stuff now, The rough calluses and veins sharply outlined. Swiss’ hands were so big, especially compared to dew, long thick fingers completely stained an inky black, faded to grey around his wrists. He doesn’t even know how Swiss could get that messy in the time they had. He doesn’t think he cares anyways.
“Wouldn’t that look stupid?”
Swiss just shrugs.
“Do I look ok?” He smiles
“Same as you always do”
Swiss leans on his elbow to stand up and push his chair back. He raises his hands in the air to attempt to not get the paint anywhere else. The venue's vanity still winds up getting black streaks on it, but they’ll clean it up later.
“Can you help me wash this off?” Swiss asks
Dew looks at him confused, Swiss usually does it himself. A quick run to the bathroom and he’s usually out in 5 minutes to start grabbing things from the crew. They don’t have much time anyways, about 15 minutes to call, nothing about the plan makes sense.
It was hard to get used to the chaos. Swiss always making up convoluted plans that end up with someone in trouble, or hurt, and on the off chance everything went right it usually still wasn’t a good idea in the first place. He doesn’t know he says yes, but he does anyways.
“Do you just use soap or-“ dews statement is cut off as Swiss quickly pulls him into a bathroom, slamming the door and clicking the lock in one swift motion before backing dew up against the wall.
“We don’t have fucking time for this swiss” dew tries to push against his chest and slip past him with a sigh. He knows these plans don’t end well for him, especially not when he has to be on stage in 13 minutes.
“Saw the way you were staring at me droplet” he gives Dew a crooked smile, white teeth contrasting sharply against the black paint. “Know you love the way my hands look like this”
“Shut up, can you just be weird later?”
“Cmon, you said you rather have the paint right?”
Dew rolls his eyes “you know what I meant, move”
Swiss wraps his hand around the back of dews head, thumbing at his lips, “hold still, gonna make you real fucking pretty”
Dew stops moving and watches Swiss intently, he smears the still wet paint on his hands onto dews lips and cheek where he holds him, the bitter chemical taste invading his taste buds. His cock kicks in his pants as Swiss’ thumb runs down his chin, hand wrapping around his throat.
“Just want to mark you as mine sweetheart, said you wanted this didn’t you?”
Dew hates the way Swiss smirks at him. He hates his confidence. He hates that he’s completely right. His senses are filled with the plasticy smell of the face paint and Swiss’ cologne as Swiss’ grip starts to get tighter, a warning, waiting for dew to tell him no.
He doesn’t.
The heel of his hand digs into his throat, cutting off his air supply. Dew closes his eyes and leans his head back against the cool concrete wall as his brain goes fuzzy at the edges, waiting for Swiss to let up.
Swiss releases the pressure around dews neck, “alright droplet?”
Dew nods, meekly whispering “again”
“Thought you said you didn’t want it” Swiss mocks, complying easily as dew lets out a short whine before Swiss’s hand tightens again. “That’s ok, know you like be to marked as mine. Gonna keep this on all night?”
Dew nods once again, letting himself completely embrace the feeling, now fully hard in his pants.
“Let anyone who sees you with paint around your throat know what I did to you, wonder if theyll know how much you wanted it”
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isa-ghost · 10 months ago
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I need qPhil to tell Sunny how awesome and swaggy she is so she stops thinking he hates her and so Tubblings that clearly don't watch any other POV besides Tubbo's shut the FUCK up about Phil hating her and stop posting the most rancid, untrue, one-sided & illiterate ass takes I've ever seen.
IT'S MISCOMMUNICATION. THAT QPHIL DOESNT REALIZE IS HAPPENING. BECAUSE NO ONE HAS TOLD HIM. BECAUSE QTUBBO'S STUPID ASS (I SAY THIS AS A TUBBLING MYSELF) DOESN'T FUCKING SPEAK UP FOR HIS DAUGHTER. AT LEAST NOT OFTEN ENOUGH. NO ONE ELSE BESIDES HIM REALIZES SUNNY IS FEELING THE WAY SHE IS. AND HE SAYS NOTHING ABOUT IT TO ANYONE. AND SUNNY DOESN'T REALIZE SHE CAN SPEAK UP HERSELF. OR SHE'S AFRAID TO BC SHE'S JUST A KID, WHICH IS COMPLETELY VALID. SUNNY'S ADMIN IS FANTASTIC AT PLAYING A CHILD THAT DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THIS SOCIAL STUFF.
TUBBLINGS NEED TO PULL THEMSELVES OUT OF RP FOR 2 SECONDS AND REALIZE A CHILD'S PERCEPTION OF THE WORLD ISN'T WHAT'S ACTUALLY TRUE. FOR A BUNCH OF CHRONIC METAGAMERS, THEY FUCKING SUCK AT THINKING META WHEN IT ACTUALLY FUCKING MATTERS. I SAY THIS AS SOMEONE WHO WATCHES STREAMS REGULARLY. I SEE CHAT.
AND IT SHOULDN'T BE ONLY SUNNY'S JOB TO SPEAK UP FOR HERSELF WHEN SHE'S FEELING A BAD WAY ANYWAY. PARENTS SPEAK FOR THEIR EGGS ALL THE TIME. TUBBLINGS MAY NOT HAVE WATCHED QSMP BEFORE TUBBO WAS ON TO KNOW THAT, BUT THEY'RE METAGAMING LITTLE FUCKERS ANYWAY. SO IF THEY'RE SO PRESSED ABOUT THIS, THE LEAST THEY COULD DO IS THINK OF PROPOSING COMMUNICATING ON SUNNY'S BEHALF AS IF IT'S AN ORIGINAL IDEA THEY HAD, SINCE THEY LOVE SUGGESTING META OR BACKGAME-Y SHIT SO MUCH.
OR THEY SHOULD THEMSELVES OUT OF RP FOR 2 FUCKING SECONDS TO REALIZE ROLEPLAY IS ABOUT COMMUNICATION. AND TUBBO IS NOT COMMUNICATING THAT THERE IS AN ISSUE. SO THIS IS NOT PHIL'S FAULT.
Also Tubblings & Phil antis in general have this habit of assuming he's being fucking rude when That's Just How Northerners Talk. So good job, you dumbasses are stereotyping. I've seen so many UK northerners speak up about how they hate seeing people from their region labeled as assholes for talking the way they talk. But I digress.
REGARDLESS OF FANDOM ISSUES.
QTUBBO SHOULD HAVE TOLD PHIL BY NOW THAT SUNNY FEELS THIS WAY. INSTEAD OF LETTING THIS FUCKING FESTER. WORSE, SOMETIMES HE STRAIGHT UP TALKS TO SUNNY LIKE HER PERCEPTION OF PHIL HATING HER IS TRUE. RATHER THAN REASSURING HER HE DOESN'T. FROM PHIL'S POV, TALLULAH & SUNNY GET ALONG NOW SO THERE'S NO TENSION BETWEEN THE DEATH FAMILY & THE UNDERSCORE FAMILY. HE HAS NO FUCKING IDEA THAT SUNNY DOESN'T RECOGNIZE HE'S TEASING. OR THAT HE CAME OFF A WRONG WAY. AGAIN, HE JUST TALKS THE WAY HE TALKS. AND SUNNY DOESN'T REALIZE THAT. AND THAT'S OK BC SHE'S A KID.
I hope to god this is ccTubbo playing his character this way intentionally bc I'm down for imperfect/flawed characters. Even if this is aggravating me SO MUCH and even if I HATE characters that think everyone & everything is against them when it's clearly not true. Bc at least then that means there's time for qTubbo to learn he's severely fucking things up going about things the way he is. There's opportunity for the narrative to progress and for the conflict to resolve. qPhil is imperfect and flawed and I snort that shit like crack. I'm down to ride out qTubbo's character development just the same even if I don't enjoy it.
BUT UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT THIS IS NOT A MATTER OF META VS RP AND NOT AN INTENTIONAL CHOICE ON CCTUBBO'S PART.
QTUBBO SHOULD BE SUPPORTING SUNNY WHETHER THAT MEANS SPEAKING UP FOR HER OR ENCOURAGING HER TO. INSTEAD HE BASICALLY GOES "DAMN THAT'S CRAZY, WE'RE BOTH SO HATED" AND MOVES ON. WHEN. IF YOU WATCH PHIL OR FIT OR PAC OR MAYBE EVEN BAGI BC SHE'S ON "EARLY" SOMETIMES. THEY ALL CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THEM BOTH. THEY CARE ABOUT EVERY ISLANDER. EVEN THE ONES THAT DON'T SHOW UP FOR FUCKING MONTHS. ITS THEM VS THE FEDS. ALWAYS. EVEN AFTER FUCKING PURGATORY, THEY WILL ALL STILL DROP EVERYTHING TO MAKE SURE EGGS ARE OK OR ASK IF PEOPLE NEED HELP WHEN MESSAGES POP UP IN CHAT. THEY STILL PANIC EVEN WHEN MESSAGES OF SOMEONE GOING DOWN POP UP BECAUSE THEY'RE PLAYING AROUND. IT HAPPENED JUST THE OTHER DAY WITH RICHAS AND MIKE. NOT EVEN BEING FORCED TO BETRAY AND HURT EACH OTHER, AND BEING PITTED AGAINST EACH OTHER FOR WEEKS HAS BROKEN THE BONDS THEY ALL HAVE. THIS ISLAND HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN "IT TAKES A VILLAGE" ISLAND. EGG NEED HELP, EGG SAD, PARENTS SCRAMBLE TO HELP AND COMFORT. SAME WITH FELLOW ISLANDERS. EVERYTHING THE ISLANDERS DO IS TO A) PROTECT THE EGGS NO MATTER WHO'S EGG IT IS, B) PROTECT AND SUPPORT EACH OTHER, AND C) TO FIND ANSWERS FROM THE FEDS TO GET CLOSURE. OR ESCAPE THE ISLAND. THE DAY TUBBLINGS LEARN THAT IT'S NOT AND NEVER HAS BEEN TUBBO VS EVERYONE IS THE DAY I KNOW FUCKING PEACE.
SO I AM BEGGING. THAT IF QTUBBO WON'T FUCKING SPEAK UP FOR SUNNY. AND IF SHE'S TOO AFRAID TO SPEAK UP FOR HERSELF. THAT AT THE VERY LEAST, PHIL FUCKING DOTES ON HER SO SHE REALIZES HE DOESN'T FUCKING HATE HER. AND THEN TUBBLINGS REALIZE HE DOESN'T FUCKING HATE HER. HE DOESN'T HATE ANYONE ON THE ISLAND THAT ISN'T A FED OR A PURGATORY FUCKWAD. AND BY DOTING ON SUNNY AND TELLING HER HOW COOL AND FUN SHE IS, TUBBLINGS WILL FINALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP. AND SUNNY AND THE CROWS WILL ALL KNOW FUCKING PEACE.
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themuffin2649 · 23 days ago
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Choices
Instead of MC having the ability to see choices, that power was accidentally given to Leon and Vincent
Scenario 1 - Leon
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Ok, I’m suck in a the last Visual Novel with murderous Yanderes, hopefully I can survive this. I just gotta choose the correct options on Leon’s route.
The boy said, worried, while following his brother to school.
“Umm, don’t you usually go to school with Leon?”
SHIT! How the Hell was I supposed to know that?! There wasn’t even option to do anything about it!
“Y-Yeah, right! I’ll be on my way!” I said, running before bumping into someone.
“Ohh, I so sorry!”
“Did you forget about me?” A pink haired boy said, tears tingling his eyes.
All of a sudden, the boy’s sad experession was met with surprise, his eyes dialated they repeatedly shifted up and down as if trying to choose which spot to punch him.
Oh God, this is where I die! I BARELY got started! Why did this have to be the game I was thrown into?! EVEN ______ __________ WAS A SAFER OPTION!!!
Leon then extended his hand and helped his friend up. He then went quiet in awkwardness, why did I think he would kill his best friend of 8 years in front of his brother in a public place?! Now I feel Stupid…
“The train’s here.” My brother said grabbing our attention to get on.
Most of the train ride was awkwardly silent, not a single one of us made a sound, which was odd because I remember Leon being much more talkative and outgoing when I played the game.
“Hey guys…”
“What is it?”
Leon shifted his gaze away in worry before taking a deep breath.
“So… if two, text-no large umm no, sorry, two figures only you can see came up to your face telling you different options, and you had no choice but to pick one of them to listen to, how would you react?”
“Umm, go see a doctor?”
Wait, why is Leon asking this? He never said anything like this in the original game.
“Umm, pick the better option?”
“Yeah, thanks…”
“Wait, why did you ask us this?”
“It’s, uhh, I show I watched.”
“What kind of show?”
I could feel Leon getting more worried the longer this drags on, realizing he’s only digging himself a deeper grave.
“It’s… uhh…”
Feeling bad, I decided to help him.
“Let me guess, what it from ___ _________ ___ ______ and you were thinking about one scene where ____ had his angel and devil version of himself telling him what to do.
“Y-yeah, Yeah! I was wondering how you would react if that happened to you.” He said with a chuckle.
The rest of the train was back to that silent awkwardness.
I wondered why Leon asked about that, maybe he’s being more tame? I couldn’t stop wondering that even as I noted what I remembered about him and the other Love Interests.
—— Leon POV ——
What the hell is going on?! What were those choices? Am I hallucinating?!
The poor confused boy wondered about the two options that popped up in front of him, saying “Help him up.” Or “Punish him.”
What do they mean? And why did he have to choose? Why is this happening to him?!
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Scenario 2 - Kindness
The game, tired as hell seeing Leon and Vincent fight 24/7, decided to take things into its own hands.
Leon: “You’re one to talk! I bet that you can’t even go one day without spending a thousand dollars on crap!”
Vincent: “What’s wrong with a little self care? At least I don’t smell like a wet dog like you do!”
Leon is just about to punch him when all of a sudden, a visual novel choice called “apologize to him.” Pops us.
Leon: “Vincent, I’m sorry for cursing at you, it was very rude of me.”
Vincent was about to laugh at Leon’s apology, until the choices forced him to apologize too.
“And I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have shouted those insulting personal attacks, it was immature of me.”
Both were just flabbergasted on what they both were forced to say, they both figured out that they weee forced to apologize to each other.
All of a sudden, another option appeared in front of both their faces.
“Compliment him.”
“Hey Vincent, your a very charming guy, and I really appreciate how you don’t see my friend as lesser than you because of your difference in money.”
“Leon, you’re a loyal and protective friend, and respectful too. You’re also a great athlete on the basketball team, which is a very admirable trait.”
Despite them giving compliments to each other, it somehow felt worse than when they were insulting each other.
They were then given another form of torture, having to “Hug it out”.
They both tensed up as they hugged, Vincent holding his breath, and Leon wanting to crush Vincent until his bones broke, and his organs were squeezed into a pulp.
Finally, a final choice appeared, making them both gag. The option saying to “Kiss him Passionately”
“Uhh, hello, God?! Is there another option you can give to us?”
“A second option would be very useful right now!”
However, there was another option they could choose.
“Spend 8 years in Cameroon becoming a Professional Frisbee Player.”
Both of them looked at each other with pure silence, both knowing they just screwed up any second chance at avoiding the make out session that was destined to happen.
~~~
“Hey Big Bro, I found a shortcut we can use to get to the deli quicker.”
“Are you sure about this Little Bro? That alleyway seems kinda sketchy.”
“Relax, I got that pocket knife Leon gave to me as a gift, I still know how to use it. Besides, I’ve got enough muscle to defend you, I’m ready for anything!”
Wow, way to rub in my noodle sticks for arms.
“Lead the way Little Bro.”
The boys then went into the alleyway, and turned a corner, only to be met with a jaw-dropping sight.
Somehow, out of the billions of possibilities that could have happened, they just so happen to see Leon and Vincent in the middle of a passionate makeout, their tongues snaking around each other as they taste… whatever they ate last.
“You know how I said I was ready to take on anything… I instantly take that back.”
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tammyfeabakker · 2 years ago
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Where am I? On life fucked me up again course!
Like a deer in fucking headlights! To you that know and follow me. I wrote bout a guy! Thats in my natal chart i wrote a list of the guy I want.. right down to the name. 15 years ago! Did you ever just know something you just know this is it? Not that I want a guy or needed one but when you meet one thats fits everything you just know. But yet they are not getting it!!!! I'm not hurt or depressed over it. I'm just stunned! Life put something in front of me dangling in front of my face. But yet his heart belongs to vindictive women that is over weight looks like a smurf. This is what gets me. Im not pretty neither but I'm a hell of a lot better. I'm looking at this saying to myself. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!! I'd be fine if this didn't happen life hand me something then be like ha ha to bad!! I can't rap my head around it. I. Life whys always searching deep in my soul. My problem is I had so many shitty guys. I'm a good woman. I look at her now this is his ex supposedly but they seem to go on little dates. To get her out of his house he had to buy her a new car. Here I am a good woman took care of myself working doing everything a good woman should do cook clean I got your back. Its not jealousy envy. Its the fuck did I do! Is he attracted to me yes. Everytime I see him he explains why they went out makes sure I know they are broken up they aren't getting back together. He drove by stopped to talk to me. I told him I may have to get a job a dollar general up the street but people talk around here. He said he would be ok with that. He seems to have me in his life but doesn't. His assistant said to me your king is in his lair. He went into the office and said to him your queen is waiting. He didn't deny it ! He said I know I heard her. WHAT FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! WHY THE FUCK ME?!!! 6 MONTHS! He confessed he watches me. Voyeurism. He gave me his card took it back because it had his cell phone on it. I fucking grabbed it back!!! I SAID GIVE IT BACK TO ME!! I HAVE A RIGHT TO YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER!!! He did not argue said he was gonna give it me he jus wanted to know I wasn't a psycho! I said I don't fucking call you now on your landlines. What the fuck makes you think I will use it?!!! The guy definitely has something for me but yet still dates his ex girlfriend he said they are jus friends. Deep down I don't even care. If it wasn't for this stupid list wrote and fits the guy in my chart I could give a flying fuck! I don't care what they do. I'm jus wondering what the fuck is going on?!!! I want fucking easy 😤 on a path for answers if you got any feel free to tell me. Because I sure as hell don't.
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ask-teamplayer · 1 year ago
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You should all say one good things about each other, to yk spread positivity through the group 😁
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FATE: I'm glad Ronin didn't set anything on fire when I asked him to.
FATE: You'd be surprised how little he actually listens to me. When it comes to matters of the heart. And matters of the crime.
FATE: See? It's not so hard. Ronin, your turn. Pass it on, you sick fuck.
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RONIN: youre really fucking me in the ass with this one. also, i just put the fire thing on the backburner. ill think about it more later.
RONIN: uh.
RONIN: i like that l is out of her middle school catgirl phase.
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LILY: irl, maybe!!! heehee :3 i have an anime catgirl discord profile picture.
LILY: oh, we're doing a compliment game, right! i gotta pass one off. okay: i think darin is really sweet! i like how empathetic he is, he always seems to care when one of us is sad and he always wants to do what we're doing, even though he could leave us in the dirt and call it stupid like a certain SOMEONE here.
LILY: i also like how he calls me "bossman" i think it's cute!!! :3 and the chief thing. adorkable!!!
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DARIN: sngjdgpdh ok just hit me with that one huh hun aright
DARIN: ok pass on the compliments right
DARIN: i rlly like seth and all he does for us and i like that he stands up for my feelins and shit it really makes a guy feel appreciated
DARIN: hes kinda the reason i got you guys next to the main boss himself so i gotta give him a lil appreciation
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SETH: awww, darin!!!
SETH: im glad we're all bonding right now. im really feeling the positivity in the room!
SETH: you know what? im gonna compliment vera!!
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SETH: vera, i think youre really funny!! i like your sarcasm, youre getting really good at it!
SETH: and you always go the extra mile fashion-wise, and i think youre really working it! like i always like seeing you dress up! it just shows how much you care, and you get so meticulous. its epic!!!
SETH: youre one of my dearest friends. we should totally talk more!
SETH: ok, your turn!
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VERA: I do not particularly like any of you
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FATE: Vera.
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VERA: I believe Cora is physically attractive
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FATE: Okay, sure.
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CORA: Well, I have to say I'm flattered.
CORA: Ah... that leaves me two options. I suppose Nahla's the better one.
CORA: I like the taste of your #### ###### ###### ###### and I appreciate the way you ####### #### ###### ##### and ##### ###### ##### ##### ####### ####### and ##### ###### ### ####
CORA: You're real talented. Keep up the good work!
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VERA: .
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FATE: That is way more than I ever wanted to know.
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NAHLA: HA!!!!!!
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NAHLA: Well, I can say I already got that impression through our experience, but it's nice to be reminded!
NAHLA: Oh shit, compliments for coolkid then. I don't got anything big to say, you should've left me Seth or something. Oh well!!!
NAHLA: Hey, loverboy, I actually like that you're annoying, and I forgive you for the library incident. That enough for you? I'm EXUDING positivity today!
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ENZO: works for me
ENZO: oh shit of course i go last which means i loop back around
ENZO: yall ready for a fuckin TIRADE
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FATE: No, actually, that isn't necessary, we can consider the whole team bonding exercise over if that makes you feel comfortable- I'd rather not-
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ENZO: oh baby boy no no no
ENZO: you dont UNDERSTAND
ENZO: i have boarded the compliment fate train and this stations gonna be runnin for hours with no possible way to stop short of just jumping out and breaking several ribs
ENZO: better strap in and get ready for the long haul and watch the wilderness fly by cause this is gonna be a big one
ENZO: you underestimate how much shit i have to say today okay ive been keepin it in for a bit
ENZO: i hope you like a lot of trees because i picked out the destination just for you and its going to be lovely and beautiful and exotic
ENZO: you ready?
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FATE: Uh-
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RONIN: this is gonna be fun to watch.
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ENZO: alright
ENZO: here we go
ENZO: AHEM
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