#dim 20 never stop blowing up

[theology101]

What Brennan Heard: “Oh, Dang wants to make sure no one died from the Nuke!”

What Jacob meant: “My kill count is gonna be so god damn high”

[marvisions]

The flirtation between Usha and Barsimmeon gets even funnier when you realize the concept of huge hunk Damian Bane having something with skinny nerd G13 is exactly the type of shit that makes fandoms go insane over here

[cherry-bomble]

me trying to pay attention to the extensive lore the DM drops after 11pm:

[reverendlazarus]

guys I really can’t emphasize enough.

I. I cant emphasize enough. I cant.

[lemonmaid]

Alpha gojo x omega male reader

Theme is angest and fluff

Reader and gojo were high school sweet hearts and on thier final year reader got knocked up by gojo and on his way to tell gojo there was a misunderstanding which leds to them breaking up and reader taking the unborn kids (twins because why not) and after a few years gojo finds him with the kids and they reconnect after the misunderstanding was cleared up if that's alright with you

Also can you not make reader submissive and shy, I don't like it when omegas are like that

Wow! Most detailed request but coming up!!

Warnings: misunderstandings, mpreg, omegaverse, angst, rushed. Miscommunication

"Standing Next to you"

20■■

(Name) was on the train coming back from Kyoto.

To say there was a lot on his mind was an understatement was…undermining it.

'This fucking blows'. 

(Name) looked at the omega across from him sitting in the reserved seating for pregnant people, looking at his flat stomach he cringed. 

'You're like an alien…. A parasite'.

(Name) was only a few weeks along, has he been to a doctor? No. But he did spend all day in Kyoto praying for a sign to tell him what he should do.

He could he a responsible adult and tell his mate that he was pregnant but in his teenage mind that's something that was off the table or too far out of reach. 

He did want to tell Satoru but knowing the Gojo clan, they would want him to abort anyway. 

That's where (name) was conflicted, he didn't want a pup but it was his damn choice if he wanted to abort, why should he listen to a bunch of betas and alphas tell him what to do?.

"Next stop Nagoya" 

He still had four more hours to think.

(Name) arrived at his dorm pretty late, surprisingly, Satoru was there, fuming.

"Where were you?".

"Out?".

Satoru crossed his arms, "Out?".

"Yeah".

Satoru stared down (Name) who was trying to take off his shoes before he came inside the room.

"Where were you all day? You never answered your phone".

(Name) shrugged his shoulders, "It died".

"Really?"

"Yeah, I forgot to charge it". In reality, whenever (Name) saw Satoru's name pop up on his flip he felt like vomiting.

Satoru sighed, "I feel like as your mate I have a right to know-"

"I'm not going to talk to you when you treat me like this". (Name) rolled his eyes, throwing his keys onto the counter, and walking away.

Satoru followed the omega into their shared room, "Like what?"

"You're talking down at me. Treating me like a child".

"Well, you're acting like a child!"

"Me? I'm acting like a child?"

"Yes! You just go out and don't talk to me anymore! I was worried-"

(Name) closed and locked the bathroom door, staring into the toilet bowl, "Maybe because I am a child? So are you Satoru, are you forgetting that we are 3rd years? Haven't even-".

'I'm going to vomit'

"Stop! I'm not arguing with you! You need to tell me where you're going all day!". Satoru's voice was filled with worry, he sounded like he was genuinely hurt.

"I don't think I have to tell you anything!".

'I'm so sorry Satoru' 

There was silence between the two, The dim kitchen light glowed softly in the background.

"Maybe… we should take a break".

'It's for the best this way'

***

Shoko awkwardly rubbed the omega's back, as he vomited.

"There…. There"

(Name) gasped before dry heaving.

'This is worst'

Shoko lit a cigarette in the cheap apartment bathroom, "So… are you telling him? You know being with your mate will help with-".

"No".

(Name) was quick to move out of the dorm and drop out. It's been…a few long terrible weeks without Satoru; his mate, his better half, his everything.

Shoko sighed, "I would recommend a patch that you put on your mating mark to help with separation sickness but I'm pretty sure that will fuck up the pup".

(Name) laid against the cool wall, huffing and panting as sweat dropped from his forehead, ".... I will…go through the pain if it means staying away from Satoru… I will just-".

Shoko tossed him a water bottle, "I don't need your sob story, gosh, you sounded like Suguru when he was going through his separation sickness". Shoko sighed, putting out her cigarette and flushing it down the toilet.

Shoko pinched her nose, "Listen as a"

"You're not a doctor"

"Yet".

"Just… tell him. He would understand, he cares about you. And you damn well know it. Hell you two are mated, you're stuck together-".

Shoko looked at (name) with wide eyes.

"Please tell me you are hoping he just gets a mark removal surgery".

"I heard his clan would-"

"Fuck his clan are you fucking insane? Do you wanna drop? You'll kill your pups-"

"Fuck Shoko! I know! Fuck I know" (Name) cried, no sobbing.

"No, snap out of it! Do you think you can raise pups alone! Fuck in this shit hole? How can you raise them if you're fucking dropping!"

"Fucking! I know! I don't know what else to do Shoko! We are 17!! I don't want to burden anyone!! I can't!".

"You're not alone! Stop acting like it! Satoru fucking begs me to tell him where you are at! Stop pushing us away!".

(Name) sobbed into his knees, "I don't need saving. I can do this!".

"I'm getting Satoru".

Present

That was the last time anyone really saw (Name).

It's been two years.

Shoko didn't have the heart to tell Satoru that his missing mate was pregnant, hell she didn't need to see another one of her friends drop and die.

Satoru had eyes and noses everywhere looking for his mate, he didn't really give up.

Well, until today. 

Satoru's eyes went wide when he saw two white headed pups run up to him. Yapping away about the similarities between the three of them.

"My! My!!"

"Dammy!" 

The two twins grabbing his long legs.

Satoru felt a sob in his throat when he saw his long lost mate few feet away from him.

Oh how he glowed.

Oh how he aged.

He was still beautiful.

Why was he wearing a scent patch?

Why did he look unhappy to see him?

Why did Satoru's heart crushed?

(Name) called the twins names over to him. 

'Aoto and Shuto'

"My pups?" Satoru begged, he was pleading, his heart bleeding with sadness.

(Name) was obviously hesitant before nodding.

Satoru felt a sob exit his chest before crushing the three in a hug.

The four of them had dinner at Satoru's home, Satoru didn't want them out of his sight.

Satoru had the twins on both sides of his neck, letting them rest on his glands as he scent bonded them as they slept.

"Why did you keep this from me?".

"I was… scared of you turning me down so I wanted to speed up the progress".

"I would never turn this down…. (Name)... you're my mate… these were my pups".

"I know your clan-".

"I've.. disowned that, this is my clan…" gesturing towards the twins.

The two sat in silence.

Satoru sighed, "I want to make this work, but you need therapy, we need couples counseling… I still love you and I want to work this out".

(Name) nodded.

"I love you too".

[gothic-thoughts]

OFC I Don't Mind

Toji Fushiguro x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Roommate!AU, Friends2lovers, Drabble

CW: sending nudes to the wrong person (nightmare fuel), Toji has a job (😭), Toji intimidating you, some smashing at the end

Not proofread

Toji was still at work, typing on his computer when he was slightly startled by someone blowing up his phone, the ringtone repeating over and over in the quiet room. He rolls his eyes and stops typing, initially giving his fingers a break as he picks up his phone to see his lock screen now covered with messages from you, his roommates. They were all photos.

"The fuck…" Toji squints, typing in his password, "I swear to god if it's a bunch of memes…"

He opened the messages and his heart nearly stopped when he saw multiple mirror selfies of you in lingerie, then braless. His eyes were wide, unable to take his eyes off the screen, the only part of him moving was his thumb when his phone dimmed from lack of activity.

You: SHIT! You: FUSHIGURO DON'T LOOK AT THE LAST MESSGE You: *MESSAGE

He snaps out of his trance for a second to read the new message only for his eyes to roam back to the cluster of pictures in his inbox. His eyes look over every intricate design in the blue lace in the first pictures then to the dark brown areolas and smooth-looking skin of your tits in the next ones. A smirk slowly creeps across his face.

You: Im sorry they were meant for my fwb You: Ik ur mad his name is right next to yours on my phone and I clicked too fast. I'm so sorry You: Istg I didn't mean it Toji: Bullshit. You: Im being deadass,im sorry You: Just delete them

He takes a few seconds to read before a smirk creeps across his face.

Toji: I'll be there in 20. You: What, wait don’t hurt me! You: I said I was sorry. I swear it was an accident Toji: I said I’ll be back in 20 minutes. You: Bro relax! You: Just delete them and I swear it’ll never happen again Toji: Apologize in person. I will be there in twenty minutes.

Exactly 20 minutes later you hear the front door unlock and open from your bedroom upstairs, causing you to freeze in fear. His heavy footsteps climb the stairs. His footsteps sounded like thunder as they got louder and louder with him approaching your room. Finally, you heard him stop and knock on your bedroom door. You hold your breath. He waits outside the room for a few seconds and then you hear him knock again. You can hear his evil chuckle echoing throughout the hall. You take a breath and step closer to the locked door. “....Yeah?” "Open the door." “I feel like you gonna swing on me when I do so--” "Just. Open. The door." “Not if you gonna hurt me.” There's an angry sigh and he knocks on the door again. "You have ten seconds before I kick this fucking door in." “Toji, I told you it was an accident! You're doing a lot right now!” There was a short pause, as it became eerily quiet outside the door.

"Nine." “Wha- stop!” "Eight." “Fushiguro, you don't think this is an overreaction!?” "Seven." “Nigga!” "Six." “Alright, alright, fine!” You say unlocking the door before running back to the opposite side of your room. “It's open…” You hear his footsteps on the other side of the door as he walks in. He rolled up his sleeves as he made his way across the room, tossing his jacket onto your bed before he finally reached you with an exhausted sigh.

He sighs and reaches to hold your chin but instead, his thumb traces down your jawline and he tilts your head up to look into his eyes. His expression was no longer angry as he looked you up and down. You let out a shaky breath, finally breathing at the feeling of his surprisingly light touch. A few seconds pass as he stares at you, his thumb continuing to trace around the edge of your lips before finally he speaks. "I enjoyed ‘em a lot. Only thing pissin' me off is the fact they weren't for me." “Oh… oh…” "If you want to take away my anger, I have an idea of how you could do that." “You… you serious?”

He picks you up and tosses you onto your bed, the swiftness knocking the wind out of you before he even mounts you. You look up at him with wide eyes and lick your lips as he grips your wrists, pinning them about your head.

"You ask too many fuckin' questions. Now, lemme see those tits again."

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Half an hour later, you were both sweaty as ragged grunts filled your room. One hand had your fingers hooked into the messy bedsheets while the other held his shoulder as if he'd go somewhere. His hands were firmly planted into the mattress as he continued moving with jealously-driven fervor. Your phone suddenly rings, showing your fuck buddy's number on the screen.

Toji freezes at first, the movement stopping when hearing the phone. He stares down at you for a few seconds as he tries to process all of this as you hear your phone ring again and again. "Answer it." “What?” "Answer. It." You slowly pick up the phone. “H-ello?” Toji is still staring intently at you as he hears your friend on the phone. He lifts both of your legs to his shoulders and begins to move again, uncaring what your friend could hear. The friend laughs over the phone. “You with someone right now?” “Wh-what? N-no, I'm fine, just… in the shower.” “Oh yeah?” The friend chuckles, “That shower must be packing then." “F-uck you.” Toji smirks when he hears your friend laughing in the background before you hang up the phone. “Sh-shut up, you're… acting like you didn't decide to go as deep as possible, you bastard.” He laughs and lifts your body off the bed, holding you in his arms as he pushes you against the nearest wall. "That a complaint?" “No”

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(a/n): sorry if it felt rushed i literally noticed its been a week since I last posted 😅😅😅

[femme-from-hell]

🕷 Miguel O'Hara HCs 🕷

・❥・ So I'm finally hopping on this because I can't deny the feral need to write about this herculean man. These are just random thoughts with some 'x reader' sprinkled. ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

・❥・ Rating: SFW

・❥・ Warnings: None <3

♡ Something in me tells me this man has an at-home gym. Like, I know there is a training facility at the spider-society HQ but Miguel has eyes sensitive to light exposure and lord knows this man doesn't want to be bombarded with the noises coming from who knows how many spider-people working out. He likes his peace and quiet in his home with the lights dimmed so he can focus.

♡ Bouncing off the above point, when Gabriella was little you bet your sweet bippy she would be around him while he worked out. Like, he would have a little plush kids yoga mat next to his while he did stretches for her, a tiny children's low pullup bar next to his so she can play safely. When she was a baby, he would do push ups with her below him and he would blow raspberries on her stomach to make her laugh every time he would go down. As a toddler, he would have her sit on his back while he did planks or hang onto his leg while he did pull ups.

♡ I feel like Miguel, despite his demeanor can be incredibly funny. Having said that, I feel like he tried to do a one liner once and a thug laughed at him. He beat the living shit out of the guy and never tried again, that's why he 'isn't funny' as Peter B. put it. When he's with his S/O, he'll lean over and whisper something funny of the foulest nature that is just so out of left field for him and NO ONE would believe you if you said it to anyone else.

♡ This man is so prone to pain, which would explain his ass being so grumpy 24/7. Migraines? His sensitive eye sight, heightened hearing, all of it is like pouring gasoline on a fire. Back pain? Carrying around a dump truck like that Crawling around with those claws, swinging that hulking mass of muscle he calls a body, all of it CAN NOT be easy on the back. He picked up Gabriella once and felt pain in his back, sending him spiraling into a break down going like 'I'm not that old, am I?'

♡ He dyes his hair because there is no way in hell he doesn't have grey hairs. Canonically, he's in his late 20s in the comics (Assuming early 30s in ATSV) so he nearly lost his shit the first time he found one. He never really thinks about mentioning it to you but one night you drop by because you just left something behind only to find him with one of those cheap plastic shower caps one with the fresh dye in and his heart nearly stops. He is so embarrassed but you comfort and reassure him with some loving.

♡ I mentioned above that I think Miguel is prone to back pain so if you offer to give him a backrub he will MELT. Absolute putty in your hands. This man just needs to have someone loving rub the tension from him, I stg. Little kisses on the back of his neck while you do it? He would be in fucking heaven. Absolutely would return the favor and with hands like his you know damn well how good it would be.

♡ Seeing all the posts about Miguel being a 'girl dad' is the cutest shit and I know in my soul it's 100% true. He would without a doubt go into work one day with sticky glitter gloss or a few nails painted after failing to get it all off somewhere on him. He let's her braid his hair and will always encourage whatever it is she's doing by getting involved in anyway he can because he just wants his little girl happy.

♡ I can't get the image out of my head of him sitting at a coffee place with Gabriella, justice brand body bag thrown over him with those butterfly clips in his hair while he sips coffee (Gabriella has one of those noncaffeinated sugary ass rainbow drinks at Starbucks, you know the ones) while she babbles on about elementary school drama and he is invested, nodding along. They have the cutest daddy/daughter dates.

I'm pretty happy with this little mess of ideas. I'll probably make a more concrete/ organized post collection of my ideas, like one for Miguel as a dad, some 'x reader', and definitely some NSFW. Lmk what you guys think, I love to hear from everyone or submit a request! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

[courtneyb22]

Hippogriff in the Corridor

I'm excited to reveal the first of my short stories based on mine and Siobhan's Hogwarts Legacy characters. In collaboration with @wrongcog

Written by me, Art by Siobhan.

Standard disclaimer, all characters belong to their rightful owners.

It's late and the corridors of Hogwarts are barely illuminated by the occasional torch, stretching the shadows into flickering dark monsters, they seem to dance along the floor. The only sound is the footsteps created by Siobhan creeping on the stone beneath her. Her florescent green hair glowing, in hindsight she should have worn a head scarf of something to disguise her appearance, it's way past curfew if she's caught out of bed, she'll surely face detention, and not to mention the other thing.

In hushed tones she speaks "Come on. Come on, we're nearly there just a bit further ... Stop pulling and walk please" She's hunched over to be as stealthy as can be, her stature only slight to begin with and in her hands she tugs an invisible tether behind her.

Up ahead she hears speeding footsteps heading her way, panic rises in her chest. She's in a straight corridor save the bend in front of her where the source of the noise is coming from, there's no where to hide. Siobhan flicks her head all around to find something, anything to hide herself behind. The way she came too far away, she'll be caught before she makes it back, especially with her companion.

Accepting her fate, detention or worse depending on who rounds that corner and carries on walking straight. She blows out a sigh, her mind racing what excuse could she possibly have to be out at this hour that a professor would accept. The footsteps ever closer, she's seconds away from being caught but then a tall figure with a full head of red hair appears, Gryffindor red cloak and even in the dimmed lighting she can see his freckled face. Garreth Weasley. The pair stop dead in their tracks to face each other. "Oh Siobhan, it's just you. Thank goodness! I thought I could hear Moon creeping about, Wait what are you doing?"

"Hi Garreth" she quipped excitedly "Oh you know this and that, funny enough I needed to speak to you"

"I'm in a bit of a rush, can we talk later?" She took him in properly now his arms full of biscuits and pies, he'd obviously just raided the kitchen for snacks. Nodding her head towards his arms she spoke "Nice! I'll be quick, I just wanted to know how long the invisibility potion you made me would last?"

"Oh, erm someone your size, couple of hours easy"

"Cool, Cool.. Wait... My size! You never mentioned size!" her voice an octave higher

"Keep your voice down!" he hissed "why, what's the problem? What size is the person you're making invisible?"

Siobhan looked to the ground kicking an non-existent pebble "oh like maybe five, six times my size?" She glanced up at his face, his brows furrowed darkening his green eyes as he glared at her "You'd get 20 minutes, tops. What are you doing Shiv?"

Shit! There was a whoosh of magic and from behind her a warm huff of air rushed past her ear, Garreth's face dropped into that of terror, she turned to see and confirm what she already knew, the potion had worn off and there was now a fully visible snowy white Hippogriff stood behind her the rope around it's neck still in her hands.

Returning to look at Garreth her face beaming with delight, he was bent over at the waist to show the hippogriff respect, tumbling his haul of biscuits to the ground.

Siobhan was very pleased with herself "Look Garreth I found a new pet, His name is Snow-Wings".

[theology101]

Just normal J-Kwon

Like, not J-Kwon in someone’s body

Not someone in J-Kwon

Not even J-Kwon ending up in the body of a character played by J-Kwon

Its just J-Kwon, as normal J-Kwon, in Actionland.

That sounds like a god damn horror show, just being a normal American in this reality

Stay safe, King

[keycarabiner]

Hi! I'm Em. I write fanfiction for fun over on AO3!

♡ Nonbinary lesbian (they/them pronouns)

♡ 20s

♡ Hobby writer

♡ Currently writing stranger things fic (mostly steddie)

My inbox will always be open for any comments, questions, and requests.

Thanks for stopping by! ♡

Masterlist of fanfictions below the cut, sorted chronologically from most recent update:

AO3: mourningshowers

storge (G | 4.1k | 1/1 | part one of forms of love)

Steve Harrington is claimed by his mother the same night he arrives at camp. And it happens in the middle of the campfire sing-a-long, go fucking figure. 

Storge, or familial love, refers to natural or instinctual affection, such as the love of a parent towards offspring and vice versa.

carry me home (T | 10k | 1/3)

“I missed you,” he says honestly, the words muffled into Eddie’s skin, and something within him just— Clicks into place. Eddie doesn’t waste a second in climbing up onto the bed to hold Steve, too, his hands stroking up and down his back. Steve continues to murmur, “Even though back then, I didn’t really know you—I missed you so much when you were gone.” “Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Eddie says, and he draws back if only to run his hands through Steve’s hair softly, pushing the strands back just to lay soft lips at his temple. It feels like love, so it must be. Love. He needs it. So much he’s dizzy with it. He leans into the touch. Eddie smiles against his skin. “I never left.” Steve Harrington wakes up in a world where he is loved. It's not real.

any way the wind blows (M | 34.9k | 5/15)

Steve's mind is carefully blank. It has been from the moment his father walked him to one of the castle’s balconies, the one that oversaw his home kingdom in its entirety, and said the word betrothal.  He had suppressed every single thing, every emotion and feeling and conviction that had risen inside of him that very moment, and has continued to suppress them, and he will continue well after he is officially wed tonight—most likely until he takes his final breath. He had known for a while now that this would be his fate. He wishes knowing had made it any easier. From childhood, Prince Stephen of the Northlands has been a disappointment. When his parents forged a new alliance with the Southlands, he did not expect his own hand to factor into the treaty. Yet on the dawn of his twentieth birthday he finds himself being carted off to the capital of the Southlands to marry their infamous bloody-handed warrior, Prince Kas. Prince Kas’ reputation precedes him. But upon his arrival Steve quickly realizes that the Southlands aren’t all that they seem to be, and neither is his betrothed.

silver fox (G | 2.3k | 1/1)

Steve stops short. He meets Eddie’s eyes in the water-stained mirror, then his own. A beat passes. Before he knows it he’s crowding up way too close to his own reflection, pulling at his scalp this way and that and sure enough— There are a few hairs that glint silver in the dim bathroom light. “What,” he says again, as he feels his world slowly begin to implode around him. Grey hairs at twenty-one years old, he despairs silently. At this rate he will be almost entirely grey at age thirty, probably. “Kinda super sexy of you,” Eddie is saying, manhandling him a bit out of the way so that he can spit and rinse. “Silver fox Stevie. Ha.”

only i remain (your friend, eddie) (T | 9.5k | 1/1)

Dustin, I’m awake now. Finally. And I’m alive.

Dustin, Weird things are happening. Guess that’s just par for the course in Hawkins though, so I can’t say I’m all that surprised.

Dustin, This is the last letter I’ll be able to write.

hunter's moon (T | 17k | 2/2 | part one of moonstruck)

“What about your pack?” Steve asks, because, well— Werewolves are social creatures. Humans may not be right about the specific dynamics, the leaders and the runts and pack structures, but they got the general idea right. The idea that wolves have a distinct need for life, to be surrounded by it, sustained by it. There is no point in running beneath the glow of a full moon without people you trust. People who understand what it's like. “Don’t have one,” Eddie replies stiffly. “Don’t need one. I have my uncle. And my friends. Even though they’re human, they help with the whole socialization thing.” He’s a lone wolf, Steve realizes. That’s the smell that rolls off of Eddie Munson in irrepressible waves: it’s loneliness.

convalescence (M | 23.3k | 2/3)

Eddie met Steve the year he turned twenty, in a kitchen with peeling yellow wallpaper. Further down the line, he'll remember thinking that the wallpaper was dull in comparison to the glowingly beautiful boy stood at the stove. Even if the boy had the saddest eyes Eddie had ever seen, a deep brown and frosted over like the earth in January. You can be sad and beautiful, Eddie reasoned: wilted roses do not stop being lovely just because they’re looking down instead of up. Or, it’s winter and Steve is stolen.

baby love (G | 2k | 1/1)

Eddie looks better than he has in a long while. His hair is a little shorter and curlier than it was back in March and he’s wearing a short-sleeve Night of the Living Dead t-shirt, proudly displaying the healed, jagged scars that crawl up his arms and neck. His eyes are bright, his mouth fast, his posture relaxed, and he’s— He’s holding a baby. It’s shocking how quickly Steve’s mind goes hysterically loud one moment and then carefully blank the next.

stay safe (T | 4.3k | 1/1 | part 3 of first meetings)

“My name isn’t Junior,” Junior cuts in, like that’s the thing he should be concerned about, not the fact that Steve was calling out his perceived shitty relationship with his father. “Yeah, no shit,” Steve says. “But I don’t know your real name and Hopper calls you Junior, so.” “I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson. I’ve been in your pre-calc class all semester. And gym, but I never go.” “Oh,” Steve says. He recognizes the name, has heard it before, murmured in the halls of Hawkins High or on the back patio during a house party. He’d never been able to put a face to it. Never really cared to. It’s funny how quickly things like that can change. 

brighter in the dark (T | 13.9k | 1/1)

Eddie thinks that he’s probably judged Steve too quickly. He thinks Steve’s probably full of surprises, if the past two years are anything to go by. And then, of course, Steve just has to prove him right by stepping out of his BMW in a full sailor suit fantasy that not even the most depraved recesses of Eddie’s mind could have cooked up. Jesus. He’s got the little hat and everything. Cute tiny shorts, too, that are regrettably not as short as the ones included in the Hawkins High gym uniform, but still short enough for Eddie to be able to appreciate Steve’s legs. He has nice legs. Good knees. White socks pulled halfway up his calves, for some reason, stark against his golden tan skin. Wispy little hairs that probably go up his thighs. Eddie needs to stop looking at his legs. “Eddie Munson,” Steve calls as he approaches, his voice all easy and light like they’re actually friends. “Hi.” Eddie blinks at him. Because Eddie's life can never be normal, the summer of '85 finds him working a firework stand just outside of Starcourt Mall, catching up on school work, and tutoring Steve Harrington in all things D&D.

let the light in (M | 19.4k | 1/1)

Eddie’s blood sings out for him in a way that is distinctly not-human, and that’s really the final nail in the coffin. The proverbial one, at least. He’s not so sure what happened to the real one. “What did you do?” Eddie asks, when the horror fully sets in and takes over and the dread crawls up from his chest to claw at his throat and choke. He asks, desperately, “Steve, what did you do?” “What I had to,” Steve answers, and Eddie breathes out with decayed lungs, coughs up some more soil, and weeps. Eddie wakes up.

moonbeam (T | 6.1k | 1/1 | part 2 of first meetings)

Eddie hums. “We’ll figure something out,” he tells Steve, like they’re friends or something. Like they’ll see each other somewhere after this and won’t just let their eyes skip over one another’s faces—like they’ll actually call out to one another, sit down, catch up. Steve knows better. Knows their tentative alliance doesn’t exist outside of this mediocre 24-hour diner, at nearly midnight a few days after the Fourth of July. They both know it, Eddie’s just pretending not to. Strangely enough, it doesn’t stop Steve from saying, “Sure.”

in my life (T | 9.5k | 1/1)

Eddie will say goodbye to Dustin and Mike at the same time then move on to the rest. Two birds, one stone. And then he’ll be off. Easy peasy. Except it isn’t, because when has Eddie’s life ever been easy? He drives over to the Wheeler’s place down Maple Street, parks at the curb in front of the house. Stumbles up the front steps and raps on the door a bit. Is so lost in preparing his last-minute improvised goodbye speech that he doesn’t register the fact that Mike Wheeler isn’t the one answering the door until, well— “Eddie?” Steve asks, eyebrows furrowing. Eddie gapes at him stupidly. Eddie is leaving. Steve is doing his damnedest to get him to stay. Also, Holly Wheeler is a fairy princess.

you win some, you lose some (G | 2.3k | 1/1 | part 1 of first meetings)

Eddie hums. His eyes are blazing with something Steve can't really put a name to. “What were you and Hargrove fighting over?” “None of your business.” “Title of Best Car in the Hawkins High senior parking lot? Captaincy for the game in which you throw balls into laundry baskets?” He pauses, leans forward and grins wickedly. “A girl?”

chimera (T | 5.5k | 1/1 | part 1 of transmutation)

“Friend,” the demogorgon repeats. It reaches a hand up. Long and thin and veiny. Distinctly not human. Black beneath the clawed nail. The tip of its finger comes closer and Steve stops breathing right up until it gently brushes the denim of Steve’s vest. Not Steve’s vest. Eddie’s vest. Steve looks down. Jammed onto the finger is a chunky silver ring in the shape of a tombstone.

fixer-upper (T | 20.5k | 3/3 | part 2 of love letters verse)

Steve wakes up the morning of their two-month We-Finally-Got-Our-Shit-Together anniversary to find Eddie staring at him, crouched over at the foot of the bed with his round unblinking eyes like a fucking gargoyle. It should be creepy. Steve is used to this, though, so now it’s just kind of a thing that Eddie does. “What,” Steve says groggily, wiping the drool from his mouth. “Nothing, angel, go back to sleep,” Eddie trills. Or, two months after Steve and Eddie officially get together, Steve finds himself thinking about home, his heart, and how to let go.

you all the way down (T | 6.7k | 1/1)

Steve steels himself, grips his bat tight, and whips open the door. Instead of the kids, or Wayne, or any of the remaining basketball meatheads that have made Eddie’s life a living hell since the spring, a girl is standing on the stoop. She looks about Steve’s age, maybe a couple of years older. She’s short. Petite. She has freckles all over her round face, kind of like Robin does, with the same hair length, although hers is dark and straight with a chic cut to it. She’s wearing all black, ripped jeans and big heeled boots and an oversized denim jacket. Her dark eyes are ringed with smudged eyeliner and look wide, almost frantic; her hand is poised just above the door, and the dozens of thin silver rings on her fingers glint in the early morning sunlight. “Oh,” she says, her voice all airy like she’d run out of breath. “Oh, sorry. I… I must have the wrong place.”

in the meantime (T | 13.3k | 1/1)

Now that Eddie’s officially retired, him and Steve are engaged and they live in a huge house together in a state where apparently, it is currently at least a little bit legal for two people of the same gender to adopt or foster children together. They have a family; not some ragtag mishmash of people bonded by the trauma of surviving multiple apocalypses together, but an actual family. Two parents, a slew of children, and a home. The mismatched decor of the house suddenly makes a lot more sense, the pastel yellow color of the walls in the family room clashing horribly with the stuffed crow and plastic skull on the mantelpiece. It’s so them it hurts. Mike and El went off the grid for a number of years following the death of Henry Creel. Except it seems as though nothing is truly dead and gone, because the Upside-Down reawakens more than ten years later for reasons unknown. They soon find themselves calling everyone to come back to Hawkins and stop the end of the world from happening yet again. Some people have moved on, though.

two-headed calf; twice as many stars (T | 3.6k | 1/1)

The music has stopped. Eddie mutters something about a quick smoke break and slips out the front door, wood planks creaking and settling in his wake. The old guitar is abandoned against the wall. And who would Steve be, if he didn’t follow?

follow the sun (T | 11.1k | 1/1)

Eddie walks into a Michaels Arts and Crafts Store at 4PM on a Sunday stoned out of his goddamn mind and is immediately accosted by the image of Steve Harrington crouched over in the yarn aisle, wearing glasses and an apron over what can only be described as a grandpa sweater.

love letters in your lunch (T | 20.2k | 4/4 | part 1 of love letters verse)

Rumor has it that whenever any one of the seven or so gremlins that Steve has magnanimously decided to adopt sleep over at his ridiculously large and empty house, he’ll get up extra early in the morning and pack them all lunches in brown paper bags. He’ll make them breakfast, too, and drop them off at school with a ruffle of their hair, a slap on their shoulder, or a pep-talk, depending on the kid. Not that Eddie Munson, of all people, would know anything about it. It's October and Steve starts packing Eddie lunches for work. Eddie doesn't know what to do about it.

wake up the dawn (T | 7.6k | 1/1)

The worst part about the secrets is that Steve will eventually find someone else to share them with, someone else to show his big dorky glasses and play a subdued game of Two Truths and a Lie with, and Eddie will fade into the periphery, into the background, into nothing until he dissipates completely. It’s inevitable. That doesn’t make the dull ache right smack dab into the middle of his chest any less painful. Or, Eddie considers grief, hair, secrets, lullabies, and the unattainability of dreams.

[cherry-bomble]

Doug Meat they could never make me hate you

[reverendlazarus]

estrogen will fix her

[greenjacketwhitehatdocmui]

A Supergirl Story Idea...

...that I won't have time for, given that I still have to finish a lot of other stuff. But, I should at least write it down. Trigger Warning: Mention of blood.

This was inspired by @comickergirl's rendition of Kara Zor-El as a Jedi...somewhere.

Alex grunted as she helped the Jedi into an empty space of the junk heap. She knew that their pursuers weren't far behind, but she just couldn't leave Kara behind.

She eased Kara down as best as she could. The Jedi Knight looked pale, even in the dim light of the moons. The side of Kara's robes had a dark spot that Alex didn't like the looks of.

"Thanks," Jedi Knight Kara Zor-El croaked. She blinked hard and tried not to grimace. "Where are we?"

"A junkyard," Alex said tersely. She wished she had a medkit right now. "I thought you were supposed to be super strong!"

Kara coughed. "Under a yellow sun, yes," she rasped. "Whatever I got hit with, it drained me like it did my lightsaber. I could recharge--"

"--if this planet wasn't under a red sun," Alex finished. "In the meantime, we're surrounded by old and rusty weapons. Unless we can somehow make use of ancient torpedoes and a rusty fusion bomb, we don't have much of a chance."

Kara blinked. "Did you say `fusion?'"

Alex nodded. "We're leaning against it." She checked said explosive and her jaw dropped. "And...whoever dumped this here never bothered to disarm it. It's not a planet buster, but it'll definitely demolish a house or two. We should back away...very carefully."

Kara grimaced. "Perfect."

"Yeah, it's been a streak of bad luck, lately. I know you Jedi don't believe in luck, but--"

"No--" She grunted. "No, it's good luck. We need to blow this up."

Alex blinked, shocked at what she was hearing. "I'm sorry, but maybe the blood loss is getting to you. Are you out of your kriffing mind?! Do you want to blow yourself up?!"

"What do stars run on?" Kara sounded weaker.

Alex sighed. "Fusion." She examined the bomb. "I can't believe I'm going to do this."

"The Force is with me...and you," Kara said.

"If you say so."

It took a few moments, but Alex figured out the controls. She also estimated the blast radius--something that would become very important in the next few moments.

If she was right, the bomb would be limited to 20 meters. If she was wrong, neither of them would have to worry about anything ever again, especially not their pursuers.

She showed Kara how to detonate the bomb. Then, cursing herself with every step, she sprinted for a good ten minutes.

The initial shockwave from the explosion nearly knocked her off her feet, but she kept going. She heard secondary explosions going off, reducing the junkyard to little more than metallic splinters and ash.

Alex stopped and turned around. She didn't consider herself to be terribly spiritual, but she prayed that she hadn't just killed her friend--no, a sister of her heart.

A single plume of light emerged from the conflagration. She resisted the urge to whoop with joy as Kara soared through the night air, her body glowing. The Jedi gently landed next to her, a distinctly mischievous smirk on her face. She moved with easy grace, with no sign of pain.

"Told you the Force was with us," Kara said.

And...that's all I've got. Hope you liked this little fragment!

And Sarah? This was your fault.

--Doc

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Carnage Circus 🔥- part 17/20 - The lovers

Talia needs to be kept away for two more days, however the fates are trying to draw her back to Akira. What will Victoria and Oliver do in the end to prevent that from happening?

Tag list: @hogwartsmysteryho @that-scouse-wizard @kc-and-co @lifeofkaze @the-al-chemist @flareshogwarts @cursebreakerfarrier

Staring up at the ceiling, hot tears fell wetting the sides of her temples, breath strained, pain radiating in her abdomen, however she did not call for a nurse for she felt as if no medication could make it better.

Pain…a constant in her life, the only palpable thing.

Memories were now clear in her mind, the before and the after. She recalled the feeling of the metal razor between her trembling fingers, the feeling of it as she cut her skin, the word “help” etched forever on the palm of her hand. She had lived through so much yet she could never recall being so desperate, not to the point of believing rumors that felt like whispers from ghosts.

Yet when she first saw the circus and Akira’s eyes met hers, she felt as if salvation was right there in front of her.

And he delivered, the moment she took off her glove and showed him the jagged edges of the cuts on her hand, he took it, placing a kiss to the back of it, promising to free her from her oppressor. And he did, he never disappointed and all that followed was like a dream that shifted into a nightmare. Her voice dimmed no matter how loud she screamed. No one heard her, but it felt as if she could hear everything. They did not look at her, a ghost herself, she was almost certain at one point that was what was happening.

And she feared that if she truly opened her eyes, she would find out she is actually not breathing anymore and that the wind blowing past her ears were the whispers of those above her, actually crying.

Talia’s eyes shot open, but she could not recall falling asleep. But what she could recall, what she truly knew, raw and so loud was that no one would actually cry for her. Alone, she was completely and utterly alone.

Hearing a soft sigh, she circled the room, a hand being placed over her eyes, obscuring her vision “Shhhhh. I won’t hurt you.” Her breath hitched, new found tears leaving her bright eyes “Don’t cry, what’s done it done.”

“Then why does it hurt?”

Silence followed, nothing stirred apart from her own heart beating erratically in her chest “Because of the curse. Because I…” his voice faltered for a second “because I still exist. Don’t worry, you’re free now Talia.”

“What about the rest?” The grip over her eyes tightened “Are they like me?”

“You were the key.”

Her hand grabbed his wrist, the question being addressed once more “Are they like me?”

“Like you how?”

“Free.” Removing his hand, Akira’s dark eyes cast upon her face, brows rising, his chest expanding slowly as he took a deep breath, exhaling as if cutting through him “Please.” Shaking his head, he placed his hand over her eyes again, darkness taking over.

Jolting awake, daylight was making its presence known inside the small salon, Talbott, Victoria and Oliver waiting on her to wake up “Well, well, finally dear. You cannot properly sleep yet, your mind is in shambles.”

Despite the pain, she pushed herself in an upright position, looking around “I don’t understand. Make me understand.” She looked at Oliver “You put me here, you made this. So make it stop, make the pain go away.”

Looking at her, Victoria slowly approached the bed “I know. It feels like your soul is breaking apart with each breath you take, but I promise you it’s because of the curse, because he is still close. You made it to day six, on day seven at the stroke of midnight he will not be allowed here anymore. The circus, the place where it is right now will disappear to the next location and I promise you that this pain will subside, it will get better, it will heal.”

“What did Akira do to you?”

Looking over her shoulder, Oliver urged for the detective to leave alongside him, both offering Talia a worried look “Talia, once you are forcefully removed” Victoria spoke “you lose a part of yourself. It’s because of the magic surrounding everything, believe me I’ve been where you are now.”

“Then how did you overcome it?”

Looking away, the woman took a deep breath “Each curse is different. Up until Oliver it was finding the key and have the key fall for the director and vice versa. I believe the director cannot control it, but the key can, I could and so can you since you don’t love him. But this isn’t a fairy tale. We both know that each addition means blood and breaking the curse isn’t as easy. However, Akira took me away in similar fashion to how you were taken. But forcing fate is never a good thing.”

Bright eyes watched her pace the room, her moves testifying to how nervous she actually was when talking about it, a slight tremor so her melodious voice.

“So Oliver’s pain grew and with it the curse that had been passed on to Akira. It was made specifically for him. For love to find him, him to fall for the key and then in order to free himself and her, to also free the others. All or nothing. But you see” Victoria turned to look Talia in the eye “Akira cannot love, nor can he be loved. It would require too big of a sacrifice.”

“And if I died?”

A chuckle, low, uncharacteristic left Victoria’s throat “The fates would create another key. Why do you think time is different at the circus? Love might be strong, but it requires everything and more in order to break the bond with the universe.”

Scoffing, Talia shook her head “Then how did you do it?”

“I was actually in love when Akira took me away. I came back out of my own free will. Oliver was not always bitter, he became like that after what was done and even after managing to receive what he wanted, he still desired to still see the same pain reflecting in Akira’s eyes. I for one feel he deserves it. You don’t know what he’s capable of, how many he went through to get rid of the weight of the fates. And now, he will have to wait again and again because I’m certain no one can love him.”

Talia blinked a few times, hand clutching the fabric of her shirt in an attempt to subside the pain in her heart “Is he also suffering right now?”

“Yes. The director feels the pain, this sort of heart wrenching pain until the curse if lifted or they die and it’s passed onto the next. It never ends.”

Siobhan’s name came to Talia’s mind, her yells that night stuck somewhere in the back of her head “Then why try if they can escape it through death?”

“Because the key is the biggest curse yet. It’s hope.”

Leaving Talia alone with her thoughts, Victoria took hold of Oliver’s arms, both walking down the hospital corridors “Well my love? What do you think?”

Turning to look at him, they stopped in order to face each other “I think she cares, for them, for him. Oli, what if we made a mistake? What if through our involvement we have called back the curse?”

His hands rose, cupping her cheeks, hushing her softly with a kiss “No, no, Vic look at me, that’s behind us.”

“Then why are we still causing harm?”

[libidomechanica]

A gilded hook the Mind see thee of the “beau ideal:” she has died

A tricube sequence

               1

No time fort of those, an Arab horses

that like a star, the roof! When love,

that blossom. Dear, these, when I’m crying.

               2

Tearing, and fair, everywhere! Or nay.

To distance, we enter. I sigh the

port Leghorn; for their housed in the said.

               3

From human so oft unjust, that way,

my faith, hush’d lips, which is acquired

in Order all. True, thought, and marrow.

               4

Where hath begin, that in sight: I must

be reckon’d; and one of Glory. And

thus drown’d; but three year’s primal naked.

               5

When by river! But why of the river,

the only law. From out his blind

eyes in my own, her hour, just as we.

               6

Your telephone call’d again unclouded

was the green sliver or aspirin.

The old stops, and argument, themselves?

               7

—The torch-flame on there the crew, shrinking

on the ground! That waved invitation;

the flattering into their heart breath.

               8

There is a bore, and dim, and unwise,—

well—Juan, affianced, Sir? Were a Body

by body, we thus like my head.

               9

This instruments, but to run; at night,

though her last. Eyes sends in bushes too

coldly him leaden shift, my spirit!

               10

And in the great god can, with that he

might I saw the sunlight grows young, she

comfort is, that Wisdom, ever die.

               11

I say that purple night nor days, but

the first, thought upon they learnt from their

money. Gold, of course; a head spotlit.

               12

Twas thing all the present ears to yeild.

His grief, of dole god gave his purpose

breast do rise, that night, and martyr’s groan.

               13

Now half the feeds their lips a name on

the apple on this burning all bliss

to die. How very rarely cease it.

               14

I thought—meet, if the new lighted ha’,

to the case was mischief bent my

fair, ’ said Cyril took up and read now?

               15

Your bed and there the quiet day on

which this, the first love you now? She

never call celestial kaleidoscope.

               16

Who is the United States, the

billowy hills inters flown! A fisher,

the port Leghorn; for if I didn’t care.

               17

And as borne in such please there we ride,

singing diamonds. Fro the grew to summer’s

face has found, fly; see the first step.

               18

A pack his blown. If at morning. Gale;

and Juan raised their face, and blow, for heart

conveying to the Indies, my door?

               19

To low dejected by, deadly, and

laughing loue, with a confusion. And

if of our poets can get nachos.

               20

—The bubbling flame, and, ere she well? In

them, so she thorough the stepp’d all they

are righters sorowe. And that my vow!

               21

Oh, Mary, canst that I can thou would

rise, a shafts of gentler days, your midnight,

and coming Century. The nest.

               22

And rills from the World, in it. A lecture,

fresh arrived the grew sea-sick. Thou

mak’st philosophy came, and in hell.

               23

The drugs were made a loving misplaced

the wall, I will the heart, or ravenously

resolved. Till haunts, outliving.

               24

That you at thy foolish men! I mean,

superstition’s flame the star sparkle

of men? Into growth of Florian.

               25

A sea of song betrayed, and what are

sunk; and the father way, where the wish’d;

near and all we little Female Babe!

               26

How some future; everywhere! Dost things

they scarce a hut on her there from swell,

ladies of air, lest I am dead.

               27

Do they might time comes a way that made

the carven still as Sight. The day: she

has heaven looking at some, I ride.

               28

Her deaths wound in heart. So now in hand,

save in a clear, the Promethean vulture,

from Ceres present: if you here?

               29

Maybe it was, and to marry; they

ran, for Juan looking on his tutors,

elegies and pain about? Clay take.

               30

Tonight of Kai Khusrau. So—But Fate

avenges arms Shirúeh with forgiue? Winds

and thou know, the well? Stonehenge simple.

               31

That court’ said Cyril took them appeared

that fresh visits and eye. He went on

the Fates; but I go still I not do.

               32

In the youthful Thames? But soon Philosophy,

with winter, before two Hinkseys

nothing, for, hearing into words?

               33

The forego, vnto whom she died. Misplaced

at a rag sometime to quite fog creeps

from myself, and then begun to her.

               34

The sea-coal, come, heap of bold Lovers

in the darts in the oracle of

Medicine say. Ran down to the men!

               35

From death invades my part: to leap the

wet date palms tip toward the monstrain’d, and

jewell’d short, he pursues their victual.

               36

At mercy should sublimate my being

him, and he had not alone, stock

was doubt, with lay. When silver bowlers.

               37

Robin in the oar their secret forests

and yet no less mortar already—

chaste Muse! It would ne’er was the charms.

               38

To see the slopes and mein; our lasses

as we entered in a space and in

broke and manfully I score: he sees!

               39

The earth tis his hand her with his awkward

from the world is full of the game,

and some use. A deep deadly, and these?

               40

Merry can be made. Nights have live as

I hastly creature rest of adoration

ruin, and can well I may.

               41

Ye are but two hundred veins. At

watery disk caught to ply with how sad

steps drew near, till the Passionato.

               42

A scene men with that least such appeareth.

Saw, and they who playe, I cast me,

wretch, in which in the desert-spring?

               43

You wrong wayes; those huge honey seeping?

And charmed the coop. But be more am

I simple because thy foolish me!

[matchaoink]

Watching the vidcon dsmp panel vod thoughtss

JACK MANIFOLD MC ????

The audio isnt synced sadge

YOOOOOOOOO PEOPLE

Unannounced guests???

BOOMER OMG

YOOOOOOO CPK??

THE PEOPLE CHEERIGN WHEN THEY EACH GO ON STAGE AWWWWW

Props to Jack for mc-ing the best ‼️‼️‼️

HAHAHAHA PURPLED WHATTAHAJS

CONNOR?????

Shaking rn i just feel so haopy wTching it cringe is dead idgaf

Ranboos outfit is....something at least its not jorts

oh god tommys "HELLO? " AMAZIMGNGNGN

HE ACCOMPANIED RANBOO ONNFLROOROR

Tommys being tommy again HAHAH

OH GOD THEY SEE COSPLAYERS HAHAHA

HAHAHAHAH wilbur is like a giant mans just

OH GOD THEY STARTED A CHANT

HAHAHAHHA 20 MINS IN

Oh no questions time HELP

SPIDERMAID WOOOO

Im so

Im going to get thru this. Without cringing.

SPIDERMAID AND JARED???M WHATTT spidermaid jared aint for u WHAT THEYRE DATINGGGG

Im so glad the pog chanr was stopped TT

GOGY GLASSES OMG

HAHAHAH REPPING TUBNET

GHOSTBOO LORE OMG

GOOGLE DOC???? BROOROOROE YOU DOTM FET TO DROP THSI

So many ppl on stage TT like i feel as if some pekple arent getting questiosn and just sitting there

AHAHHAHA CONNOR

ghostbur suffering. sadge

Aww i heard "thank you" from the connor choosing person

Good question :OOO

I could never be on top of stage TT

WHATTT THE PLOT PIINTS WERE ??? MINUTES BEFORE DSICUSSDD????

Just realised how ranboo is sitting??? I sit like that too

HAHAHAH CONNOR BRO

HAHAHA THERES A LARRY VEGGIETALES COSPLAYER HAHAHAH

WOOO PIERCED EARS

Tommy is taking control HAHHAHA

I LOVE TBE QUEEN HAHAHA

Tommy is being so tommy rn ykwim

Im not looking at the video rn bc i cant look at the people who arent speaking and i feel so bad an dim cant

RANBOO STRWAMED LORE OVER SCHOOL HAHAHAHHAHAH

NAHHH THE SCHOOLKIDS RLLY SKIPEPD SCHOOL OVER MINCRAFT

HAHAHA THE FUCKING GIFTCARDS

SPEAK UR TRUTH TOM FUCK AMERICA

PRIMESSS

HAHAHA DREAM COSPLAYER

LMANBURGGG

QUACKIRY COSPLAYER

oh no this is THE question isnt it

OH NAHHHH THEY SATRTED WITH THE C!WILBUR

J CANT NAHH NAH ANH IM CANR

EVEN WILBUR SAID "youre not doing this"

I cannto. Cannot. STOP THSI AMDN3SS IM POWERING THROYGH THIS.

IM BUSTING MY ASS RN THEIR FACES

wilbur wishes he could go back in time and just not

TUBBOS FACE IS MAKING ME LOSE IT

thank god DONT SAY SORRY KING finally now we know tntduo's exacr dynamic

WOOOO SADIST

Crimebroosososos

OF COURSE WILBUR EASILY SLIPS ON

CEIMEBROSS LMANBRURG

HAAHA PHILS EYES ROLE

Awww CLINGYDUO :*(#*×*(×

JAHAHAHB FUNNY MODE ENDS HERE

NAHHHH NOT THE HOUSE BLOWING UP

Elytra :::&**((((

CPKKK WOOO

HAHAHA the house blowing up is like a passageway into lore

The left hand side be chill asf

LMFAOOO THE DSMP DVD

HAHAHAH CONNOR

Eret damnn bro

Ranboos character is just him when he like new-ish to streaming HAHAH

Ranboo what TTT *skull emoji x7*

THE STALLING HEHEHHE

THE M8 WOOOOOOO LETS GOOOO

Tattoo of the ranboo crown dedicated asf

THE FANRT FRRRR SLAYSSSS

These questions are nice and i love hearing the content creators talk about what they likr about streamign

Omg i just realised the *minors* of the dsmp are all here

CRIMBROSISISISSS

CIEMRBSOSOISOS crimbros cyeing rn

Awwhh :))) i love tubbos answer

Puffy <3<3<3<3

I hinestly cant rlly believe how theyre all friends in the server but its nice

CPK AND PONK :DDDDDD AWWHHH

This question is so wholesome :'))))))

no. WHY JUMP IN THE CADILLAC why BUT hinestly iconic tho, ah feels like donos

NAHHHH THEY SINGING IT BRO.

Pls next QUESTJON PLEAEE

TWITCHCON BRO I FIRGOT ABOUT THAT AHHAHAHAH

Awww the karl jacobs person WHOLESOME ASFFFF LETS GOO

THE ANGST PERFEVT ANSWER

AWWW IRS ENDINT :((((((

HEUGHT CHECK HAHAHAHHA

LMFAOOO JACK NEXT TO RANBOO AND PUFFY NEXT TO WILBIR AHHAHAHA AND ERET NEXT TO CONNOR HAHAHAHAHHA

AWW

Its over

So. That was fun