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mrsparrasblog · 7 months ago

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Barracks Baby

Summary: After sleeping with four of your fellow teammates, you need to navigate through pregnancy and finding out who the Baby Daddy is

You should have listened to your mother, was all you thought when you looked at that bloody positive stick in your hand. Your mother always said, "Don’t whore around; you’re going to end up pregnant and unwed. Keep your virginity until marriage," blah blah blah.

What your mom didn’t tell you were the effects of living on a military base. You wouldn’t call yourself a barracks bunny—you only slept with four guys; there must be more to it for earning that title. And who could judge you? Everyone would if they could. These four men were everything every other man lacked on earth. No one could make you cum as many times as John could, no one could make you feel so stupid like Simon could, no one was as pretty and nice as Kyle—fucking him in any other position than missionary would be a crime against humanity—and no one had as much stamina as Johnny; he could go for at least six rounds, shove a protein bar between your pouty lips, and go four more.

You weren’t sure what to do. That was a lie—you always wanted kids, just not like this, not in this situation, without knowing who the baby daddy is, being employed by the military, and best of all, being broke. Of course, you could call your best friend Conny; she would always support you with the baby, but even she couldn’t help you break the news to the boys.

Your mother would probably kill you—no, she wouldn’t, but she would tell you all about eating liver sprinkled with fish oil, quitting your job, and getting into a relationship with that loser Mark you once dated. He would still take you after being knocked up, but how could you return to that after having these four guys?

You needed to tell them; you knew it. There was no other way around this situation. Maybe one of them would step up. You were sure if it was Price's baby, he would support you mentally and financially, though your military career would be destroyed. Simon would be a different story; he hated kids—or at least that’s what you thought. He never wanted them, never anything more than a fling. Johnny would be the safest choice; he would take care of you, step up, marry you, and make you a cute housewife in the Highlands. No more working sounded good right now to you. Kyle was a wildcard; he would support you—he was a good guy—but he never spoke about kids. He could either love them or hate them.

You stood up; it was enough time sitting on the toilet and overthinking. You walked outside, gripping the stick tightly and holding it against your stomach, trying to hide it from the rookies walking past you. They had too much fun; if you were with Simon right now, you’d make them run laps for smiling. Rookies aren’t there to be happy; they are there to suffer. Fuck, you’re going to be a terrible mom, you thought. You treated rookies badly, you forgot to feed your hamster once, and you’re only good at shooting and fucking—what will you teach this kid? The anxiety inside of you only grew bigger with every passing second.

You reached the meeting room, sat down, and sighed as you took out your phone, scrolling until you found the Group chat 141 + Hot Stuff. You remembered how Johnny changed it after you joined and how the Lt. threw a fit over it.

You: Important things to discuss, please come to the meeting room, now.

Daddy <3: Everything okay?

Emo Boy: Affirmative

Pretty Boy: Can I finish the set?

Bubbles: It’s 7 am, I’m not coming

You: NOW

With that, everyone agreed. You weren’t sure how to break the news. "Hey, I’m pregnant; it might be any one of you. Surprise, Daddy!" wasn’t a good idea. Leaving the pregnancy test out on the table as if it were a loaded gun wasn’t a good idea either. Well, you had to admit it was like a round of Russian roulette, just more deadly.

Simon was the first to join. He looked at you as if he knew but kept his mouth shut. After a few minutes, everyone was sitting at the table, looking at you in confusion. You never called a meeting; it would be uncalled for as a Sergeant anyway.

"Why are we here, Bonnie?" Soap destroyed the silence you had hidden yourself in.

You could talk now, explain it, or say anything to make it sound better, but all you could say was a miserable, "I’m pregnant."

Shocked expressions would be an understatement. John tugged on his beard, Johnny lost the color from his face, Kyle looked as if he were a teenager caught past curfew, and Simon’s expression was unreadable to you.

"I’m not sure who the father is among you four," the second bomb went off.

"How could that happen?" was all Johnny said.

"Yes, how could that happen," you spat out sarcastically.

"Babe, please let me cum inside, need you raw." "Let Daddy breed you, Sweetheart, need you all full for me." "The condom broke again, Bonnie." "I’ll pull out, love." Yes, how could that have happened?

"I’m out of this shit," Ghost’s words cut deeper than a knife as he stood up and left without another word. By your luck, he was probably the Dad.

"My mother is going to kill me."

"You’re 28, Gaz, no one’s going to kill you. You’re not a bloody teenager anymore."Price spoke in a stern voice.

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

"I’ll give you financial support if it is mine or if you want to get rid of it," when you thought Ghost's words hurt, then Price killed you. He made you on the edge of breaking down—correction, you broke down. The tears in your eyes already streamed down your cheeks; damn hormones. Price looked at you in guilt. He wanted to speak up, but Johnny went first.

"That’s fucking great news, Bonnie. If it’s mine, oh God, I always wanted a wee bairn. Think of him looking like me, or getting twins—the MacTavish genes are pretty strong. We’re getting a wee lad, probably a 10-pounder like me."

Ten pounds—that’s a whole ass turkey. You didn’t even get the chance to excuse yourself before you ran outside, throwing up again. "Fuck, what did I get myself into?"

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kitsunesakii · 2 months ago

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So to re clarify-

(And no I'm not trying to spell correctly)

(And this is just for fun)

(Also I'm so sick rn my head is about to explode)

Here at tma we have ;

Elias/ Jonah Magnus/ Bouchard - the stereotypical baddie from every animated kids cartoon

Gurtrude Robinson - somewhere in between "f- around and find out" and "screw it we'll just use dynamite"

Gerard Key - emo ghostie thats more normal than the 'norm'

Jon Sims - a "disgruntled-honestly-only-wanted-to-

reorganize-the-bloody-archives-is-that-

too-much-to-ask?!?" Workaholic

Tim stroker - didn't deserve his fate also 100% used his bedroom eyes to get info at some point

Sasha James - besides Martin she was the only one who could put up with Jon / also didn't deserve her fate

Martin Blackwood - bestie was down bad for his grouch of a boss/coworker also the only humanity left in that place

Bisera - here's where last names are gonna get iffy / good cop

Daisy - daughter of the hunt/ tried to execute Jon and pretty much K/O'd Mike Crew also she might be a werewolf

Micheal Shelly - a nervous bottle of energy that trusted too deeply, his revenge would be his end

Mike Crew - got a scar and gets offended at people about it

Peter Lucas - he sounds like any hr at any job when they are trying to kindly explain why brutal pipe murder is wrong but is drawn like a hundred year old sea captain (no I'm not over this)

Anabel Cane - the reason I hate spiders more than I do now

The cult of the undying light/ The people's church of the lightless flame - I've never been so confused on two seperate fronts but basically one of these is I think the desolation and the other is the dark and no I don't know which is which - they had a space mission that tormented two people

SO MANY NAMES

Yergain Lightner

Jergain Leigtner?

The old guy with the spooky books (nailed it) - he's been livin in the BASEMENT

Helen - see it's characters like hers that make me think I should relisten through 1-4 instead of s5 cause I don't remember where she came from,,, was she the one that was sleep deprived? Who knows! I certainly don't.

Nikola - she's fun, Russian, and mannequin, her pronouns are hell/no

Hilltop road - a street I shall never live on

Brennan and Hope - a service I will never deliver from

Also y'all remember that guy that was probably a gangster and wanted revenge on the other gangster so he went to the lady and told her he wanted it to be slow and painful but he didn't believe she had magical powers but when he went to kill the guy himself he found that he had some fingers missing and overall looked like hell and then started getting packages with his own body parts? Yea well I wanna know which fear helped in that....

There's also Mikale Silasa - y can't names be nice and easy

Michael Silasea

Something like that ^ -- genuinely cannot remember this guy

Was he the one that wrote those letters to Gertrude about the 15th fear that Martin had to read? Was he the antique dealer that seemed to come across all the cursed items? Was he that guy on the boat? The one that worked for the vast?????

Simon Fairchild - dunno. Just. Dunno.

I've got to be missing so many people and y e t.

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sugar-omi · 4 months ago

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i... i think i like abigail now...

DAY ONE — Car Sex [ abigail ]

tags : NSFW, top + fem/afab reader, bartender!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, drinking, abby is tipsy n has nipple piercings

synposis : the band isn't well received by the bar-goers, much to sam and abigail's great disappointment. they cheer up when you tell them you might be able to help with their popularity, but abigail needs a little more reassurance..

[ kinktober '24 masterlist | ao3 ]

you roughly hum the tune to sebastian’s closing song while you mix a round of dirty martinis for the trio of college girls at the bar top, giggling and leaning into each other, already a couple drinks into the night. you strain the drinks into the glass, putting a couple olives into each drink.

“enjoy your night, ladies.” you smile, adding the drinks to their tab while they magnetize to the dance floor.

“ugh.. that was terrible!” abigail moans, falling into a stool and snatching some napkins from the dispenser to wipe at her sweaty face. sebastian and sam follow, sam patting abigail’s shoulder solemnly but sebastian leans over the counter, trying to be heard over the loud pop music being played. “lemme get a black russian!”

you throw a thumbs up, grabbing a short glass and shoveling in some ice cubes before pouring coffee liqueur into your jigger, over the ice, then followed by vodka. you lean over the counter to talk to sebastian, “that was a nice song you wrote, seb. i guess you do know how to write a good song!”

sebastian smiles lazily. you already teased him weeks before this that the only song he could write would be an emo song, being true to his image and all. “damn right it was.” he grins over his drink, nursing it for a while before he takes a smoke.

you turn to sam and abigail, the two of them looking far more dejected than sebastian. sebastian took the band seriously, but he was far more comfortable with the lackluster crowd than these two. you offer a sympathetic smile to them. “you’ll get ‘em next time, guys.”

you fix a whiskey sour for abigail, you can tell this is just her first drink of the night, and a blue hawaiian for sam, hoping the brightly colored drink will lift his spirits.

abigail takes the drink, taking a big swig of it before she launches into her dejected rant. “it’s like we’re invisible, y/n! damn near every bar we play at, no one pays attention!” she cries, her palm smacking against the countertop. she huffs, leaning on her elbow, her cheek squishing under her fist. “i don’t know why we bother anymore..”

sam whips his head around, “abby! don’t say that!” he looks defeated, and like he’s not entirely convinced with what he’s about to say, but is determined anyway. “we just.. we just need some better advertisement! and- and, more practice! yeah!”

he looks like he could cry, while abigail looks frustrated. “seriously, sam? we practice all the time. maybe.. maybe the band just isn’t gonna work.” sam looks troubled at that, stormy. you know that music is important to him, and he treasures being in a band with his friends..

you intervene before a fight could start. even if the two of them will make up before the night is over, you rather not deal with a wounded sam or abigail and receive a chewing from your manager. you barely convinced him to let them play tonight, if they get into a fight now, you can kiss your menial raise goodbye.

“alright alright, calm down you two.” you cut between them, taking their hands in yours, hopefully comforting but you doubt it. oh well, not much you can do for comfort from behind the bar. “you’ll be recognized soon, you just gotta be seen by the right people!”

they look unsure, and sam is a little flushed as he stares at your linked hands. you can’t tell if it’s just the lights, or the fact he was upset a second ago, but you don’t linger on the reason he’s suddenly so quiet.

you perk up, suddenly remembering one of your frequent customers. “hey! how about i pass your information to this guy. he works at music studio, maybe he can hook you up with a venue? get you guys on CD? maybe he’ll even take you on.” you smile, seeing your friends perk up already.

sam’s eyes are wide and starry, even sebastian looks interested, leaning forward to listen in. “you’ll do that for us?” he asks, his hand and cigarette box frozen half way out his pocket.

“yeah! i mean, i don’t know how high up he is, he stays to chat with me but i’m not fully in the conversation…” you laugh awkwardly at that.. between the music and doing your job, you miss his ramblings about his job, but you listen as best as you can, and he comes in frequently enough that you can piece together an image of who the man is.

“but he seems important. comes in with clients sometimes.” you shrug, “i can at least get you through the door.”

sam cheers at that, throwing his arm around sebastian, nearly making him drop his box of cigs at the sudden enthusiasm. abigail grins, taking both your hands in hers and bouncing a bit in her seat. “hell yeah! that’d be great!”

you laugh and squeeze her hands, happy to see your friends so excited. sam drags off sebastian, much to his dismay, but abigail sticks behind with you.

you turn to wipe up a spilt drink, waving off the persons apologies and asking if they’d like you to remake the drink. while you start mixing the mojito, you smile at abigail, checking in on her. “feel better now?”

she settles in her seat, buzzing with good energy. “yeah. i mean, i’m still upset about tonight.. there was hardly anyone listening to our music..” she frowns, tracing small drawings in the condensation on her glass. “but it’d be nice to get at least a little notoriety, y’know? we work hard to make our music.. plus this is really important to sam…” abigail rambles, her stress returning as she starts thinking about how poorly their music has been received. even though they post their music on the internet, they can’t break 100 views without their moms putting the songs on repeat.

you hum, breaking away from abigail to hand over the mojito and take someone else's order.

when you return, only briefly to give abigail a response to her worries, as the bar is starting to pick up and you’re about to be slammed. you reach across the countertop, taking her empty glass and you lean into her space.

“listen, i think you guys are great, it’s just a matter of time before you take off..” you reassure, you punctuate your next sentence by taking abigail’s hand. “but i get off in about a couple hours, if you wanna wait for me.. i’ll help cheer you up.”

abigail’s brows raise, but then she puts on a flirty smile and bats her lashes at you. “i’m holding you to that.” she intertwines your fingers, her eyes boring into you and it makes you feel hot.

“now let me get another drink. surprise me.”

when your shift ends, you rushed to meet abigail at her dad’s truck. you even ignored your managers budding complaint about you shutting your locker too hard, pushing the door to the outside open with haste and you find abigail sitting in the back of the truck.

you can see abigail has her head forward, a flush on her cheeks from all the drinking she did before she left the bar, and her phone illuminates her face, highlighting the arch of her nose and her frizzy hair. you smile, recalling seeing abigail dancing wildly with sam and sebastian on the dance floor.

you knock on the window, scanning the parking lot.

abigail leaned over and unlocked the door, pushing it open for you to get it, and the harsh push of the door startles you briefly, but you hop in, shutting and locking it once you’re squished next to abby in the old seat.

“hey.” you say, and abigail rests her head on your shoulder, snuggling into you and presumably closing her eyes. she mumbles back, “hey you..”

you sit in silence for a second, and you see abigail’s phone flash.

“where’s sam and sebastian? i thought they were with you.” you ask, a bit worried that abigail was sitting her by herself for awhile.

she lifts up the phone to read the text, but it’s more like she glances at it and focuses on talking to you. “sam wanted burgers, so sebastian left with him on his bike. told ‘em i was waiting for you…” abigail slurs a bit, torn between taking a nap and talking with you. you think you’re winning, but her heavy eyes are a tough competitor.

your brows frown at that, “is sebastian okay to ride?”

abigail shrugs, “yeah. he only had that one drink. you know smoking is his poison.” abby laughs, intertwining your hands and she starts tracing invisible designs on the back of your hand. “i think we should worry more about sam, he was drunk as shit..” she starts to giggle, and you chuckle lightly, but you do imagine sam’s drunk, clumsy self on the back of sebastian’s bike and it worries you.

“well what was that text? was it them?” you ask, curious. sebastian knew to stay off his phone while riding, but with sam, well you wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted a picture of sebastian driving with him on the back of his best friend's bike.

abby swipes across her phone a couple times, putting in her password and pulling up the chat. she shows you the screen. it’s a picture of the menu of a diner and before that is a picture sebastian took on sam’s phone, showing the blonde slumped in the booth.

“i told them to get us food too, so let’s head over there soon..” she picks up her head, leaning into your personal space. “i wanna spend time with you first though…”

you smile, and abigail smiles back. “you’re drunk.”

she shakes her head, her face is less flushed. “just buzzed. i’m just letting myself feel it.”

you hum, your eyes drifting from her eyes to her lips. her lips are plump and pink, and you can smell her shampoo with how close you are, and now her face is coming closer and now you can slightly smell the scent of her chapstick..

“strawberry..” you mumble out loud, your lips brush against hers when you speak, and she probably heard you because she goes, “just kiss me already, y/n.”

you lean in, closing the gap without question. your lips slot together perfectly, you try to keep a slow, gentle pace, but abigail slips her tongue into your mouth. she tastes like lime and strawberry, she tastes sweet and when she moves on from your lips to down the side of your neck, you're certain you've gotten a sugar high from that kiss.

your hands find their way around abigail’s body, your nails clawing at her denim vest as she nips and sucks on your tender, finding that tender spot at the base of your neck. it’ll leave a mark where everyone can see, but fuck if heat isn’t rushing to your cunt, and you’re definitely not complaining because you’re moaning so sweetly, arching into abigail’s lips as she kisses across your cleavage, showering the exposed skin in attention from her lips and tongue.

“a-abby..” you sigh and tremble, clawing at her shoulders as she squeezes your chest through your bra, having slipped her hand under your shirt at some point. “fuck.. you really wanna do this here..?”

abigail pulls away, her lips wet and a bit puffy from kissing you and sucking on your chest. she pulls herself up and into your lap, circling her arms around your neck. “it’s dark enough, and people are still in the bar. if you’re quick.. there won’t be a problem.” she smiles mischievously, satisfied with her counter argument.

and you’re not going to put up much of a fight at that. you have a pretty girl in your lap and you promised to make her feel better after the show, you’d be stupid to let her slip away before you can at least taste her.

you cup her face, diving into her lips again and pulling a muffled moan from abigail’s lips. you start pulling off her clothes, starting by pushing her vest off her shoulders and she throws it towards the floor. begrudgingly, you have to pull apart so she can pull off your shirt next.

she smiles, running her hands up your hips and over the back of your bra. “you’re so pretty.”

you kiss the side of her neck, smiling when she gasps and trembles. “thank you, pretty girl.” you kiss up her neck, sucking light hickeys into her porcelain skin. you don’t care that your friends will see the marks later and flush bright red and eye you knowingly, maybe even tease you. as if they have much room to talk, you bet they’re sitting in the furthest booth and sucking each other's faces off right now.

but abigail is rewarding you with breathy moans, her voice rumbling under your tongue and it’s heavenly.

you shift your body so your back is to the door of the car and you wrap your arms around abigail’s waist, slipping your hands under her shirt, her warm body against yours is making you sweat but you keep seeking her heat, your fingers itching to touch every inch of her skin.

you lean backwards, forcing her against the seat. “ah!” she startles, clinging onto your shoulders even as you start to move down, down, down..

you pushed her shirt above her breasts, showing off her lacy electric blue bra, and you’re even happier to see it’s a front clasp. “just lay back, pretty girl. let me take care of you..” you purr, your voice heavy with lust and vision hazy as you can only focus on her. every inch of her is tantalizing and hot and it’s addictive.

you pop the clasp, your hands immediately fondling her tits and finding your way to those pretty pierced nipples hiding under her clothes.

you remember when she got them, it was when you were hanging out with them on a fall day long pass and she wanted to do something fun, new, maybe even rebellious, for her birthday, but was nervous about doing it by herself and insisting that all three of you needed to come with, maybe even get a piercing with her in solidarity. and that’s how sebastian ended up with his labret, while sam was only brave enough to pierce one nipple, being too much of a baby to go through with piercing the other.

it was fun, and you’re sure the piercer hated taking in a walkin after sam yelped and almost ripped his nipple off in the middle of it.

but god if you aren’t loving her decision to get it done, the gems reflecting slightly in the dim moon light.. as if you needed to be more enticed to suck on her chest, your lips sucking and nipping at the skin before finally wrapping around her perky nipple, sucking and lapping your tongue over the sensitive bud.

“fuck..” abigail groans, her hips rocking into yours. you start working your way down, but not before leaving a mark on her sternum where only she will see. you kiss down her stomach, kissing past her belly button before you start unbuttoning her pants, starting to tug it down her butt.

she lifts her hips, trying to help you pull down her pants, and luckily she kicked her shoes off at some point before you came. you tug the pants down her legs, her panties coming with it, snatching the skinny jeans off when they try to get stuck on her ankles.

you lick your lips, feeling your cunt throb as you watch abigail’s wet cunt clench around nothing, her puffy clit begging you to suck on it.

“y/n..” abigail breathes out your name, her cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling with every breath…

you shush her soothingly, parting her thighs so you can sink between them, trying to arrange yourself comfortably on your knees.

your mouth immediately finds its way to her clit, running the flat of your tongue from her drooling hole to the tender bud.

“hah.. oh god..” abigail gasps, her hand fumbling for the hand you have on her thigh. “hurry up, y/n.”

you hum, the vibration making abigail’s legs tremble. you dip your tongue into her cunt, your nose nuzzling her clit as you bury your tongue as deep as you can, her juices pooling on your tongue.

you slip your finger in alongside your tongue, trying to create a rhythm between your tongue and finer.

“y/n..” abigail whines, her hand smacks the leather seat and the other finding your hair, trying to grind back on your tongue, moaning loudly when your finger and tongue bump against that delicious spot inside.

you slip in another finger, spit and slick already running down your chin when you pull away to suck on her clit, pumping your fingers in and out of her cunt, her wet pussy echoing throughout the car with her moans and cries.

spit runs from your mouth over your fingers, you aren’t afraid to admit you’re drooling all over her cunt, sucking shamelessly on her clit and curling your fingers against the spongy spot deep inside her walls, enjoying the way her cunt clenches and squelches around your fingers and how her chest heaves with every breath and wanton moan.

you pull away from her cunt, your fingers still slamming into her puffy walls as you steal a kiss from her open lips.

“mmgn…” she moans, her hips jumping from the onslaught of pleasure.

your tongue slips past her lips, her lips drunkenly following yours from muscle memory. all she can focus on is the pleasure and how your fingers feel in her cunt, each deep stroke and the impact of your fingertips bullying her g-spot..

her head falls back against the seat, sharply inhaling like the airs been knocked out of her chest. “i’m gonna- ohh, fuck! i’m gonna come!” her voice trembles and her eyes roll and eyelashes flutter.

“that’s it, come on my fingers, pretty girl.” you purr, nuzzling her neck as you try to keep up the pace, giving shallow thrusts into her cunt, not giving her g-spot a moment to breathe and before you know it her cunt is clenching tightly around your fingers, and her cunt soaks your palm with small, pathetic squirts of slick.

you keep grinding your fingers against her tight, wet walls, working her through her orgasm before pulling your sticky fingers out of her cunt, leaning back against the door of the truck, watching abigail try to catch her breath, an arm thrown over her face, hiding her flushed cheeks and sweaty face.

you pick your shirt off the center console, wiping your hand off on the inside of it before putting it on. “feel better now?”

abigail nods, “hell yeah..”

you laugh, grabbing her hips and kissing the corner of her lips. “let's go meet sam and sebastian for those burgers. there’s no way they don’t know what we’ve been up to, hopefully they’re still waiting for us.” you crawl over the console into the driver's seat. “you put on your pants, and i drive?”

abigail huffs a laugh, “you.. are an ass.”

#sugar-omi kinktober 24 #stardew valley smut #sdv abigail #sdv abby #stardew valley abigail #sdv abigail x reader #wlw

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starrlight-joker · 2 months ago

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MOUTHWASHING HEADCANONS BECAUSE I CAN (Everyone but Jimmy fuck his ass)

Daisuke :

— This guy was so obviously a babysitter back on Earth at one point let’s get real

— Loves Pokemons ESPECIALLY Pichu

— Melon Moutain Dew enjoyer

— Doodles on everything (including Jimmy’s face when he sleeps)

— Views Anya as his older sister and Swansea as the strict uncle

— Plushies. So many plushies.

— He’s got THAT DRIP

Anya :

— Great at painting

— Gladly listens to Daisuke ramble about anything and everything

— Very sweet coffee kind of gal (Imagine iced oreo cappucinos from Tim Hortons or something similar)

— Keeps finding paper for Daisuke to doodle on knowing damn well he won’t use it

— She views Daisuke as that one cousin you get along super well with yet see every 5 years

— Could fall asleep anywhere in any conditions. (Type to fall asleep listening to heavy metal)

— Social anxiety

Curly :

— Was emo in high school…

— …Yet listened to stuff like Russian Roulette by Red Velvet

— Had so many layers of boxed black dye on his hair it took 3 years to fully come off (Never dyed it again since)

— Gordon Ramsay tier when it comes to cooking

— DO NOT LET THIS MAN NEAR YOUR KIDS. CHAOS ENSUES.

— Introverted extrovert

— Tries to understand brainrot language but doesn’t no matter how hard he tries so it always ends up in “I’ve GYATT to go! :P”

Swansea :

— You cannot tell me this man didn’t play video games as a kid. I will dig my own grave with the headcanon that he’s an hardcore Mario 64 fan.

— PASTA LOOVERRRR (just like me fr)

— Overprotective.

— Therapy sessions with Anya end up getting reversed because he keeps going “what about you?” everytime

— Likes bubble tea but would never admit it

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And that’s all!!

Thank you for reading! ^__^ This is my first post and I’m honestly nervous at the idea of posting this lol…

Feel free to tell me if these aren’t accurate! It’s literally 2am rn and I don’t feel like rewatching a whole playthrough… This is just for fun!

However if you wanna request some headcanons or anything feel free to! I’d love to write some of your requests :D

That’s all for now :] Thank you for reading and I’ll see you again soon <3

#anya mouthwashing #mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #captain curly #curly mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #headcanon #writing #horror #horror games #lgbtq #jimmy mouthwashing #jimmy hateclub

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tezzvert · 1 month ago

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How do we feel about Tezz with piercings?

#battle force 5 #tezz #tezz volitov #bf5 #hot wheels #tezz x vert #mad scientist #emo #piercings #emo piercings #emo russian guy

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cksirface · 9 days ago

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My personal interpretation of the sides on tiktok and what flavor of comments that they leave

(Note: when I say weird people I don’t mean like cringe for interests or to be mean, I mean like deviants of society like those people that treat tiktok like a personal diary with no warning and are like genuinely freakazoids in a BAD WAY..)

Patton: always cooking videos but not the weird ones and he just scrolls when he sees those. Occasionally he’ll get art on there and his usual comment is “you know what, heaven yeah!” Like he definitely isn’t the type to leave hate comments or anything or he’ll leave genuine advice!

Roman: Musical theater. So much. Too much to count. There’s so much. He makes obscure references whenever he can to musicals in comments as well as Disney movies and usually doesn’t say much else. When something weird does come up he would be the type to just ignore it or if it’s like REPREHENSIBLE then he’ll go like “erm…” or “queen that isn’t normal actually” “maybe this is a sign?” “And the crowd!… the crowd is leaving”

Virgil: definitely a lot of music. Mostly fellow emo or goth and sometimes scene people. He had 50k saved sounds no doubt. He usually doesn’t interact with mainstream tiktok like at all (also probably prefers tumblr and Twitter anyway) but when he sees something weird he’ll just say “ok.” Or “idk leave me alone.”

Logan: Science and space tiktoks though he doesn’t use it much on the for you page and prefers the stem page offered. When he sees weird stuff if he gets mixed up or something then he usually won’t comment but if he’s in a really bad mood he’ll comment similar to Virgil with the “i don’t know.” Or “why is this on my for you page, this is not for me.”

Janus: gets those bullshit psychology videos on his fyp often and they make him laugh so hard because he knows it’s all stupid and fake. He does not hold back at all and regularly engaged with the weird tiktoks and the odd people because he thinks it’s funny “on my cellular device?” Or “nurse, it’s out again…”

Remus: gets almost solely brainrot content and cryptic videos in other languages. Every time he sees a Russian watermelon video on his fyp he immediately saves it and then sends it to Janus (and sometimes Patton and the poor guy just responds “that sure is a lot of watermelons! 🍉😄”) he is the type to comment things that feed into people’s delusions definitely. “Yes queen, go get him he’s in love!” Or weird things “I did this and I got stabbed sixty seven times in the chest!!!”

#sanders sides #sasi #ts sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #tiktok #tiktok ban #i’m mourning #headcanon #this is them in my head

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riddle-rosethorns · 4 months ago

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I can't believe I missed the fact that your requests are open! I've failed you, Mr. President... ;_;

Request time: could I get some headcanons for what kinds of music the housewardens listen to?

The Housewardens' Music Taste

Summary: Having your own private dorm room at NRC means having the freedom to blast whatever you want through your speakers. But just what exactly are our dorm leaders listening to when nobody else is around?

Characters: All Housewardens Pairings: None CWs: Swearing, she/they pronouns for Idia.

A/N: I'm sorry this took *checks calendar* almost ten months for me to answer, I promise it hasn't been for lack of interest! Sometimes writing is hard and my brain is mean. Thank you for your patience! These takes are admittedly heavily biased by my own music taste and knowledge, so feel free to let me know if you think I missed any artists!

Riddle Rosehearts

You can't convince me his mom wasn't constantly playing classical music for him when he was growing up. I honestly think he still defaults to classical music, especially to improve his focus while reading or studying.

I also think Cater has definitely exposed him to a lot more modern music and, though he is undoubtedly very picky, there's even some of it he likes.

Artists that come to mind for Riddle include Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Red Velvet, and Mitski.

Leona Kingscholar

For the most part, I'd imagine Leona mostly listens to pretty chill music that's easy to nap to, like R&B or soft rock.

That's not to say he doesn't actively enjoy listening to music though. If he's in the mood to jam, I could see him turning on some hip-hop or even some angry punk music.

Artists that come to mind for Leona include Lil Nas X, Gorillaz, Gym Class Heroes, and The Weeknd.

Azul Ashengrotto

Lounge music feels like the easy answer here. Lots of smooth jazz and easy listening.

However, I also can't resist suggesting that Azul might have a secret fondness for electro-swing that he keeps secret due to the genre's reputation for being considered "cringe".

Artists that come to mind for Azul include Frank Sinatra, Kenny G, Michael Bublé, and Caravan Palace.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim strikes me as one of those guys that would say that he likes every genre of music, only he would actually mean every genre- rap and country included.

That being said, his preference definitely skews heavily in the direction of songs that he can dance to. Bonus points if the composition and instrumentation have a clear Scalding Sands influence.

Artists that come to mind for Kalim include Cascada, Saint Levant, Shakira, and Christina Aguilera.

Vil Schoenheit

For Vil, my brain immediately jumps to all the gayest, poppiest, cunt-serviest stuff I can think of. Imagine every song you and your friends might put on a playlist for pride with some sad girl music sprinkled in for flavor.

Being in Film Studies Club, I'd also imagine he spends a decent amount of time listening to and analyzing movie soundtracks, though whether this counts as part of his "music taste" is up for debate.

Artists that come to mind for Vil include Lady Gaga, Todrick Hall, Britney Spears, and MARINA.

Idia Shroud

This bitch's playlists are absolutely filled with Vocaloid songs, nightcore remixes, anime openings, and video game soundtracks. She is an absolute fucking nerd and I know her music taste reflects this. Let's not forget she is canonically an idol stan.

As for "normal" music, I think they probably listen to about what you'd expect- weird emo shit.

Artists that come to mind for Idia include My Chemical Romance, Utsu-P, Yasuharu Takanashi, and Will Wood.

Malleus Draconia

I genuinely don't even know where to start with Malleus. I feel like this guy listens to Gregorian chants and spooky Halloween sound effect compilations.

In all seriousness, I feel like Malleus would greatly enjoy pieces involving stringed instruments, seeing as he has a talent for playing them. The rest of his music taste probably stems from whatever Lilia and the others have exposed him to, and so is likely very strange.

Artists that come to mind for Malleus include The Correspondents, Burn the Ballroom, Scissor Sisters, and Lindsey Stirling.

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