#hewwo i fucking cried

[matchalattewithice]

everyone read project hail mary by andy weir right fucking now.

[phyrestartr]

Love Is Alright | Sukuna x M!Reader

w/c: 1.9k #SFW, reader is early thirties, sukuna is mid twenties, reader is a uni prof, sukuna is a uni student, DON'T SLEEP WITH YOUR PROFS IRL PLS THANK YOU, questionable relationship, fluff, angst, self-deprecating reader, soft sukuna?, sukuna has daddy and mommy issues, TRIED TO EDIT BUT IM LAZYYY, uncle sukuna has entered the chat, ITTY BITTY YUUJI HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

tags: @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork

You distanced yourself after the semester ended. 

It felt like your duty, honestly; your responsibility to Sukuna and his well-being hinged on what you could do to remedy the situation. He was a young man, scrambling to figure life out in his mid-twenties while you were failing at life and happiness in your early-thirties. You weren't a good role model. A worse partner. Terrible teacher. 

He'd get over that stupid fling in no time, anyway. Most of your exes did. You'd leave them, mourn them and the relationship, and then feel your heart break a hundred times harder when you found out they'd already moved on. Gotten married. Had kids. All while you hoped they'd come chasing after you. 

But this time would be different. You were protecting someone, someone you cared about. You didn't want to leave, to walk away for the summer, to let him move on peacefully and realize you were nothing but a kink, a fetishized visage of a man, but you had to–you didn't know what it was you'd done to fool Itadori Sukuna, but you had to save him from whatever it was. Because it was your fault. It had to be. 

So why was he knocking on your door? 

“Fucking finally,” Sukuna sighed. He leaned on the doorframe like he was from some 90s greaser film, but you had a feeling he was trying to stop you from slamming the door on his face. “Took you long enough.”

You cleared your throat and tried to ignore the way your heart did backflips in your chest. “I–uh. What're you–?” 

“I need a hand,” the man admitted. “I got midterms comin’ up and I can't fucking focus.” 

You noticed the rings around his eyes, then. You frowned and instinctively reached up, holding the side of his face to get a better look at him. It was hard to tell if he'd gotten in another fight or if he was just tired, but the way he sighed and leaned into your kind touch gave you your answer. 

“Can't focus?” You repeated as you stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. Apparently, you were still too weak to stand your ground and abide by your morals. “Why not–oh.” 

“Hewwo!” The little munchkin on Sukuna's back screeched (rather, he was sitting in Sukuna's unzipped backpack like it was some sort of baby carrier). He had bubblegum pink hair like the older, and his skin was just as tan, but his eyes were more hazel than the reddish brown of Sukuna's. Was he–could this kid be–?

“His name's Yuuji. Little shit's my nephew,” Sukuna lamented. “I have to play daddy for a while, ‘n not in a fun, sexy way.” 

Oh. Not his kid. Okay.

“Huh. Okay.” You closed the door and locked it, sealing away the chill of the rain from the warm, cozy atmosphere of your home. “For a second I thought your playboy antics had caught up with you.” 

“Tch.” Sukuna rolled his eyes and pulled his pack off, being careful not to send his nephew plummeting. He did, however, dump the boy onto the couch like he was an invincible sack of potatoes. 

“Sukuna, be careful--he's just a kid!” You scolded as you went to the teary-eyed little boy. 

“He cries ‘n shit for attention, trust me,” Sukuna scoffed before sitting down as well. “Besides, kids are made of rubber. He'll be fine.” 

“Mean!” Yuuji hollered, battering Sukuna's shoulder with little fists. “Meanie!” 

“Piss off or I'll punt you into the fucking fireplace.” 

“MEANIE.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you sighed, breaking up the spat. You looked to the little one and smiled when his big, honeyed eyes turned your way. You kind of related to his hopefulness, to his eagerness to find attention and be loved. 

“Yuuji, right?” You hummed as you went to him. “You hungry?” 

The boy lit up. “Ya!”

“Sukuna's hungry, too,” the older chipped in as he plopped his beat up, sticker-clad laptop onto the coffee table and popped it open.

You rolled your eyes and picked up Yuuji as soon as his grabby hands reached out for you. “Fine, fine. I’ll make enough food for three. You just make sure you do your schoolwork, Sukuna. You're not getting free babysitting just so you can slack.”

“Whatever, Mama,” Sukuna dismissed. 

But, he did what he was told. That was the whole point of bringing Yuuji here anyway; it wasn't just to weasel his way back into your life. He seriously needed a break from catering to the tiny, hyperactive tyrant while he was trying to finish his midterm paper. Yuuji was too much for a worn-out student like Sukuna. 

Still, being here, even though you took on the babysitter role without an ounce of resistance, made it hard to focus, too; you handled the little tot with so much ease and care it made Sukuna's head spin. The way you held him on your hip while you puttered around the kitchen, cooking and cleaning, was way too domestic and natural for a bachelor. Sukuna had to wonder if you'd taken care of kids before, or if you'd only dreamed of having your own.

“Focus, Sukuna,” you called from the adjacent room, sounding so pleased. It'd been a while since he heard you sound like that.

“Just making sure you're not cookin’ the runt,” Sukuna huffed. “‘N quit distracting me, asshole.” 

You laughed. Yuuji giggled. Sukuna tried to focus. 

–

Morning turned into afternoon. Afternoon turned into evening. And Sukuna was still somehow welcomed in your presence.

But the cold press of a beer can against his neck almost made him regret his decision to stay as long as he did.

“You're pretty good at taking care of runts,” Sukuna grumbled as he took the drink from you. You sat beside him, much to his delight, and popped open your own can as you settled on the couch. 

“Yeah, well. I, uh, used to take care of an ex's kid, so–well, I guess it just became second nature.” You smiled a little before sipping at your drink. “Don't really like random kids, though. Boyfriends’ are an exception.” 

“Yeah?” Sukuna asked with a wolfish grin. “‘N so if you like Yuuji, then–”

“Hey, hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves here,” you sighed. “I'm not saying–this isn't–”

“You let me back into your life so fuckin’ easily,” Sukuna said, bulldozing over your words and confidence. His vibrant eyes danced over you like a flame caught in a storm until they eased onto your own, and settled down. “Now you're tryna back out again?” 

You gaped. Your mind scrambled for an excuse, for any sort of reason you could use to push him away again, yet found nothing. Nothing but a spark of warmth left by firelit eyes in the hollows of your chest. 

“When I was your age,” you found yourself saying, dreading the story you suddenly decided to relive, “I dated someone older. A lot older. He was–I thought I was in love, I guess. I don't know. I really needed someone to lean on. He seemed like a good person.

“But, in hindsight, he was too old to be messing around with me. Told myself it'd be alright since we were both legally adults. But it wasn't.

“He was, uh, kinda obsessive and possessive. Made life harder than it needed to be. Made me more miserable than I needed to be.”

You sighed and took a long drink of your beer. “‘N then you came along, and I had to wonder if I was gonna do the same thing to you, y’know? So, I…guess I've been kinda afraid of that.”

Sukuna quirked a brow and frowned “You're talkin’ like you're some kinda fucking villain.”

You laughed bleakly. “I feel like I am.” 

“Fucking hell, just shut up,” Sukuna groaned and ran a hand through his hair, exhausted and frustrated. “You think I'd let you fuck with me, huh? I’m the one who came onto you.” 

“I–well, sure, but I shouldn't be–”

“Shut up.” 

“Sukuna–”

“I'm not listenin’ to you yap. Can it.” 

You pursed your lips and hid as best as you could behind your can. “Uh. Sorry. Maybe?” 

“You're a real dumbass for such a glorified prof, y'know that? Projecting all that shit onto this.” Sukuna shook his head like a disappointed parent and finished off his can before setting it on the coffee table. “I want you ��cause you thrill me, that's it.”

A fierce heat slapped you in the face. “Oh. Thrill you. That's–wow. Okay. How do I…?”

Sukuna grinned and scooted closer to you on the couch. “You got a nice ass.”

“Wow.” 

“Shut up, not finished,” Sukuna scoffed. “Nice ass, nice face, nice voice. You know way too much random shit for your own good. You have a trashy tramp stamp–”

“Please forget about that!” 

“--you can cook. Fuck, can you fucking cook. Bake, too. You know how to decorate a damn house, how to make me not wanna go.” He paused for a second and slipped his hand to your thigh, just to feel your warmth under his fingertips. “You make settling down sound like less of a chore.”

“N'awe, that was kind of sweet,” you said like he was a toddler confessing his love for you. 

Sukuna leaned in. “Think I might need a lil’ more sugar from ya.”

You hummed and smiled, leaning in as well. “Don't wanna give you a toothache.”

The man smirked and held the side of your face as his lips brushed against yours teasingly. “Think I'll live–” 

“NUH UH!” 

You both jumped and leaned away from each other before blinking owlishly at the tiny tot standing before you both in A-pose. 

Sukuna's eye twitched. “What the fuck, you little–”

“Yuuji, it's too late for you to be awake,” you scolded lightly. “How come you're awake?” 

“Yuuji pwotect,” he bravely declared as he scurried up onto the couch and onto your lap with a throw blanket in hand–the same one you'd used to tuck him in earlier. 

“Oh, protect me?” You asked, pulling the soft blanket up around him. “From your uncle?” 

“Uncle eevil,” Yuuji whispered. 

“I'm gonna eat you alive, runt,” Sukuna hissed. Luckily for the boy, there was no real fire behind the words–not that he had the brain peanuts to realize that as he started snuffling and tearing up.

“E-ead me..” Yuuji whimpered, hiding under his blanket. “Noh…”

“I'll protect you, Yuuji, you're alright.” You gave Sukuna a look as you patted the little one. “Did you have to threaten to eat him this late at night?” 

Sukuna waved his hand in dismissal. “Little shit cock blocked me. It's what he deserves.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” You looked down at the little nugget of a boy curled up your lap, kept safe under the shelter of a blanket. Damn, the little thing really was cute. You almost got ideas. 

“We should clock out, too,” you suggested with a yawn before prepping to pick up the sleepy potato in your lap. “It's late. You won't be able to do much more like this.”

“Ha? You think I'm an old fuckin’ geezer like you?” Sukuna scoffed. “I'm not even–I ain't–” he cut off with a yawn and threw you a middle finger. “Fuck you.” 

You got up with the freshly K.O-ed bundled baby tucked in your arms. “Come on, bed time.” 

Finally, Sukuna sighed, and nodded.

“Alright. Fine.”

[mitch-the-silly]

Hewwo! Just read "Aggroo of a Bleeding Heart" and it just made me crave more of Yandere Vox! May we please get a story of him preventing the reader from escaping? She also somehow is immune to his hypnosis so he'll have to try harder >:)

OF COURSEEE!!! Omg, I just LOVE Yandere Vox. I need him expeditiously-

Anyway, here! Here's your Yandere Vox! :DDD

As mentioned in other posts, reader is gender-neutral due to no specification on gender being made.

Yandere!Vox x gn!Reader

Imagine!!

"Hypnophobia"

You banged on the doors of your glorified enclosure: a five-star suite in the V-Tower. The door wouldn’t budge so you punched it out of spite. “Show yourself, coward!” You cried, looking directly at one of Vox’s cameras. You knew he was looking at you, he always was. Frustrated upon hearing no reply, you sat down on the floor, hugging your knees. You wanted to leave, and despite none of this being your fault, you couldn’t help but feel like you earned this. You fell for his bait hook, line, and sinker. He pampered you with gifts, gave you this place to stay, and just when you decided he was getting too close for comfort, he trapped you.

You sighed, getting up, sitting down on your bed, looking at your phone. You wanted to call a friend, but you found their contact was erased from your phone. Only Vox, Val, Velvette and a few friends that Vox knew had no intentions of getting you out of your prison remained saved in your contacts. “Oh, fuck you, Vox!” You yelled, “Only ten contacts in my phone! I know you did this, you sick bastard.” Your protest was met by silence again. Oh, how that ticked you. The way he silently observed you. Yeah, he was always watching but he was never brave enough to talk back to you. But you had a brilliant idea to get him to say something.

“You know, maybe if I had someone to talk to, I wouldn’t be so upset over my contacts. Maybe I wanna leave because there’s no one here to keep me company.” You whined.

The camera before you stayed silent for a bit, but then crackled into a voice, “You’re needy, aren’t you? Can’t conform to being a pretty little doll? I left you in your room, is that not enough for you?!” Vox complained over the camera’s speaker.

“Humans need interaction. If you really wanted me, you’d try to build a bond with me!” You spat back.

“So I do have to go over there and put you in your place.” He huffed. The noise stopped as the speaker cut off. You immediately assumed he’d ignored you, but you were promptly proved wrong.

From the camera zapped out a figure of the likeness of Vox. Later materializing, revealing to, in fact, be the man himself. “You know, you’d be more enjoyable to observe if you could just be still and sexy.” He huffed jokingly. “But I have to admit I like your spite; it adds a layer to your sexyness~” He cooed, moving closer to you, caressing your chin as he activated his hypnotic eye. If he couldn’t get you to listen by asking nicely, then maybe he could get what he wanted.

You jerked your face away from him, “You won’t even put the effort into asking me out for dinner, or even asking me out at all and you already want me to be your pretty little princess in a tower.” You spat, backing up from him, and sitting on the other side of your bed.

Vox huffed, you were one of those… his power didn’t work on you. He just hated having to try harder to appease people. “Fine then. I’ll ask you to go out with me. And if you want a dinner date you have a wonderful balcony. I could just organize a candlelit dinner.” He thought out loud.

“You’re still not taking me out of this room?” You retorted in disbelief.

“Oh, I’m not stupid, babe~ You just wanna leave. I’m not letting that happen.~” He chuckled, sitting next to you, holding your waist. “But just how do I get rid of that nasty attitude of yours?~” He cooed, taking your hand and kissing it.

You rolled your eyes, “You had me once. But you fucked it up by locking me in here when some random guy talked to me.”

“You smiled at him.”

“Am I not allowed to smile anymore?!” You replied in disbelief.

“It wasn’t a regular friendly smile, I could see the way you looked at him.” Vox scoffed.

“Ok, and? We’re not in a relationship. If you want me to keep to myself then make it official. Others won’t flirt with me either.” You suggested, a bit annoyed.

“Make it official? Oh, please! Don’t make me laugh! You know I can’t go out in public and freely say I have a thing for you! You’re more like… a dirty little secret~.” He chuckled.

“And why is that?” You complained, scooting away from him.

“Because think of the scandal! And while it would bring in a lot of money… I’m not gonna ridicule myself! My image and the image of the Vees has to be pristine, you know this, sweetheart~.” He explained, kissing your cheek afterwards.

You rolled your eyes, “What now then? You’re just gonna leave me here?”

“If you want someone to talk to, I’m a camera away, sugar~.” He chuckled, zapping away and into the camera where he came from.

You tried to run to catch him, but to no avail, “You fucking idiot! That sounded stupid!” You yelled at the camera. After which you sat back down on your bed. Maybe things would get better after this conversation. It was you he wanted after all.

[lululandd]

Cod boys with a norwegian reader???

hewwo, ghost/könig only sorry!

i think the boys wouldn't... treat you differently no matter what race you are or where you are from, but here have a little hc :3

ghost would love to try all the norwegian snacks and foods that he’s never had before. if he visits during summer this dude just sucks on freia melkesjokolade is nonstop. buys them by the boxes and shares them with everyone but yeah they’re mostly for him lol.

during jul i feel he would just uncannily find the fucking almond in the risgrøt first and cant hide that he found it first so he almost always wins the marzipan pig. they're so fucking cute he cant bear to eat them and always gives them to you or your nephews/nieces.

könig on the other hand, loves the marzipan pigs (pigs are goodluck in austria and germany), and i feel he wouldn’t even try finding the almonds because he loves the children’s reactions when they win.

mans definitely would be the quirky uncle that jokingly goes "can i have a little piece of the marzipan" to the winners to try and be more friendly to them, although one time your shy nephew cried when this wholeass 6'10 man approach him and gave him the wholeass pig and poor könig has to go home early bcause his anxiety spiked up. he made up for it by getting the kid the biggest marzipan pig he could

[marmolao]

I'm very dizzy so I'll show up here again in three years (this is my posthumous letter)

Inatober day 2 vampires but like just 1 vampire and today there isnt comic because im dizzy as fuck what is happening on my brain

This is a story about many things.

A clock. A bed.

He wanted to go with his friends.

But his dad had other plans for him.

"You will not leave this house".

Kariya yelled and cried.

But he was now captive on his bedroom.

They will be having happy dances,

And will trade gifts,

But he on his room will stay.

"Hewwo, my little friend Kariya",

He heard from his window.

And then saw the figure of what was supposed to be his friend.

"You are probably wondering why I wear this epic cape".

He was, indeed.

"Are you going to help me escape from home?".

"No, what? I am a vampire now. Look at my cape!".

But he couldn't care less-"Wait. A vampire?".

"A bloody vampire, my good little fellow Kariya".

"... You know that werewolfs are better, don't ya-"

"So shut up a moment, my friend. I got bitted on my neck. Now I am small vampire, but if I recruit another vampire, I become bigger vampire. You can be that small vampire I am looking for, or you can be my zombie friend. You can, like, eat your parent's brains, or something".

"Why I couldn't be a werewolf?"

"THAT'S-I dont know how that works. It doesn't matter".

"I want to be a werewolf!".

"I want to stop being a vampire so I can still play soccer with my friends, Kariya, but life is a bit difficult. We live in a constant crisis. I need a small vampire. Will you share this curse with me?".

Hikaru reached out his hand from the window frames. He was about to fall, but he still wanted to look cool.

"... No, that sounds gay".

"Well, you miss it. You are missing the best epic adventure ever".

Hikaru was about to let himself fall from the window, but then Kariya hold his cape, making Hikaru hang from it. Now Hikaru was looking even more ridiculous.

"Thank you for that", he didn't really wanted to die.

"It's okay, Hikaru. I will be your werewolf friend".

"Ah, I guess you can be my werewolf friend. But the clan will not hear anything about that, okay? That would bring shame to my name".

"Okay!". He let Hikaru fall.

Imagine a Clastevania story about Kariya going to kill Hikaru.

And a Kariya Belmont design.

But you know.

I have a math test tomorrow...

I am very dizzy.

The end.

[flowercitti]

HEWWO. i cannot decide but i love pain so either 1. don’t leave orrr 2. this was a mistake for the ask prompts! >:3

Aghh thank u sm for leaving a prompt I gave no idea where this idea came from but it’s haunting me 🫶🌸🤍🤍

1. Don’t leave

He can’t see.

He reaches out blindly, fingers clenching into a crumpled suit jacket. His eyelashes are wet, clumped together with blood, and he tastes the tang of tears on his tongue. He can’t see.

“Wolfwood?” His voice trembles, shaky hands sliding over his chest and shoulders, “Nick?” He fumbles over his jaw, nails clenching into his skin and scraping over stubble. He pitches forward with a helpless sob, his brow bone meeting the cradle of Wolfwood’s clavicle.

“Nick? Nick, are you okay?” He tries to cup his cheek in his palms, fingers sliding over his nose and swiping through blood on Wolfwood’s mouth.

“I can’t—I can’t see—” He sucks in a breath, wet and choking. He’s shaking, his back bowed forward and his chest hitching with sharp cries. He can’t even see if Wolfwood is alright, can’t check for injuries, can barely even think because he can’t fucking see—

“Spikey?” Wolfwood rasps and Vash can’t help but sob again, his hands finding the nape of his neck as his head snaps up. But he can’t watch his eyes flutter or his jaw work, can’t tell if Wolfwood is looking at him or not. Wolfwood slowly shifts to sit up, lifting Vash with him as he hangs off his front. Vash’s legs are useless beneath him and he knows that both of them must be broken.

“What the fuck happened—” Wolfwood sucks in a sharp breath as he stands up, Vash’s arms slipping off of him as he rises and Vash is forced to stay on the ground. He feels fear lance through him, sharp and hot, unable to see Wolfwood or touch him.

“Don’t leave!” He gasps in panic, fingers reaching out and catching desperately at Wolfwood’s pants legs, and he still can’t see. “Nick, Nick please don’t leave me here—”

“I’m not leaving.” Wolfwood quickly soothes, rough palms cupping Vash’s face before curling around his shaking hands, “God, Blondie, I’m not gonna just leave you here. Come on, I can carry you.”

He breathes out and lets himself be pulled up into Wolfwood’s arms, burying his nose into the side of his throat. He smells whiskey and smoke and it feels like safety, warm and solid and he swallows.

“I can’t see.” He repeats in a small voice, tears and blood curving under his chin.

He can feel the thud of Wolfwood’s heartbeat when they’re this close, can hear his breath shake just slightly, “I know, Angel, we’ll figure this out when I get you somewhere safe, alright? Just hold onto me.”

[alcyonei]

.......... throwing some Thots on here cuz I am so numb and am hanging on to my sanity by mere t h r e a d s

No one has called me out for speaking like gale so thank you. Also if you call me out for speaking like gale I will Cry

I FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN NOW I CANT GO INTO CAMP CUZ ASTARIONS TRYNA FUCK ME

"but starbie wasn't that the goal-" YEAH BUT NOW????? WE CANT DO THIS RN IM IN THE MIDDLE OF A GOBLIN SIEGE

and speaking of goblins I am FUCKING SICK of these little fucking beasts and their accents I am just killing them at this point out of pure rage

The bosses are so fucking strong and my team is so fucking squishy and I need Lae'zel but Astarion is just 👀 in the background

OH AND IT WOULDVE HAPPENED SOONER BUT THE OWLBEAR CUB CAME TO THE RESCUE

ASTARION DIDNT GET HIS CUTSCENE CUZ THE BABY SHOWED UP AND WAS LIKE 🥺👉👈 hewwo

gods bless the owlbear cub

I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DEFEAT THE GOBLIN LEADERS FOR 4 HOURS NOW I KEEP DYING AND CANNOT CAMP FREELY AND cries forever

But I get it now. The Halsin-fuckers? Your opinions are all massively correct.

[undercovermcdfan]

29 for the cuddling prompts w/ travlyn uwu

A/N: You BASTARD. You forced my hand! This is what you get! 

Warning(s): Major Character Death , mention of OCs (travlyn fankids)

Prompt: Last cuddle

Title: Come Out and Play

Most mornings they basked in their silence, tender and warm. 

Neither were morning people; frankly, they’d preferred to spend their mornings lazing in their peace rather than starting their mornings with the rooster coaxing. Fifty-eight years spent coming and going from this charming cottage, weathered and worn like themselves. It has seen battles, from do-it-yourself repair the two embarked on to the occasional child-rearing this summer home met with this; gashes and burnt marks littered the walls, and wobbling table that neither wanted to part with, but like themselves, the house somehow held together and sturdy.

Her hair has gone white, like his. It didn’t hold the youthful volume it once did, cut into a reasonable length and often pulled away from her face. Her face lined, crackled at the corners of her eyes and mouth; her features were rounded out by age, softer but she kept her pride strong. She still got up before him, though his insistence she should stay always pulled her back in, back to his arms. She would sigh and bury her face into his chest, and before long, fall asleep again. Her back had a tweak in it, aching especially at night after they spent the late afternoon pruning and taking care of their garden.

She loved to sit by the large windows their daughter installed for them; it looked out onto the wilderness left untouched by the trading hub down at the base of the Island. She didn’t sketch, but she liked to watch him do so; sometimes he would draw the scenery outside, the way the snow weighed down the pine branches or gentle glow of summertime bloom.

She liked it whenever he drew flowers, partly out of pride as she would say, “I make for a damn good gardener, don’t I?”

He would laugh. Of course, she did, she wasn’t Katelyn if she didn’t dominate whatever she set her heart to.

Sometimes, she didn’t rise first. She would stay in bed, sore and soured in a mood because of her uncooperating body. He would bring her breakfast, brush back her snow-white hair and press a kiss to her temple. He would do the housework himself, while she napped. She would arise later in the day, helping out in the garden or at least helping prepare lunch and dinner, but sometimes she couldn’t make it out of the bedroom; she would stay by her window, thumbing through his sketchbooks, or compose a letter to an old friend that still was alive.

The days he particularly didn’t like was the days she would make him promise things he wanted to instead not think about. She would touch his face, unmarked by age; she would muse over his luck, her fingers finding their way to through his hair, which she matched, and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He knew this was how she operated. Expect the worse, think about the future, and plan for it. He loved it since on numerous occasions her thinking always balanced out his impulse, but he loathed it too.

“Travis,” she started, her eyes fluttering open. She gave a ghost of a smile, her fingers already comforting as they ran through his hair. He was laying beside her, afraid to leave but also afraid to cling to her; he only got up to fetch some food and water but neglected most of the chores.

Travis swallowed hard, already feeling the fresh wave of tears coming on. He hummed, “Sleepy, it’s almost 6 pm.”

She didn’t respond, and eventually, her fingers stopped. He snuck another glance her way and met with a soft gaze, blue eyes still bright despite the rest of her was dull in color.

“I’m sorry Travis,” her voice was quiet, and she spoke slowly as if it hard. It probably was but knowing her, she was doing her best not to worry him. “Are… are Hughes and Epo… are they arriving?”

“Within the next hour or so. Lucinda is coming too, and Laurance and Vylad are coming later tomorrow.”

She hummed. She shut her eyes again.

When she spoke again, Travis had to lean a little closer to hear her correctly. “Tell them I’m sorry too,” she whispered, and she shuddered. She blinked, but her eyes had to fight to keep open. Her mouth twisted, wetting her lips as she tried to look at him again.

Once upon a time, years ago, she would chuckle at his overly emotional reaction; not in a mean-spirited way, but in her Katelyn way of letting him know that the affectionate he was showing, she felt and understand. She didn’t this time, she couldn’t.

Carefully, he gathered her into his arms. She didn’t scold him for getting tears and properly snot in her hair, as he pressed his lips against the crown of her head.

“I love you. Please know that, you fool,” she started, but then stopped to take a shallow breath. “I’m not choosing to leave you. I love you.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured back, holding her closer. She leaned her head against his chest, eyes still closed. Her breath was growing more shallow by the moment. “Katelyn, there will never be ‘nother like you. Ever.” He pressed another kiss, his tears uselessly being wiped at by the back of his hand before smiling with heartbreak, “I don’t think I can say enough love you, but I do. First love and forever onward.”

She gave a hoarse chuckle, but she didn’t say anything.

Soon, she couldn’t, as the slow rise became none.

He said, soft and quiet, once more: “I love you.”

[miumiins]

I only just found out that you like Jack Jeanne, which makes me really happy because I already love your Twst artwork! If you’ve played the whole game, which performance was your favorite?

OH THANK YOU!! i'm in love with jackjeanne so so much it's all i've been thinking abt these past three months not me having like 340hrs into the game bc i keep replaying the story HAHA

ALSO GOSH i love all the performances so very much all for different reasons but if i had to choose one, it'd probably be autumn performance/mary jane!! fumisan's mary is so charming i fall in love Every Time at his beginning scene and kisa's charles is just. SO unhinged and SO good.. also souchan's figalo!! souchan's development!!! souchan's cry at the fight scene towards the end!!!! i cried so much bc you can just HEAR the pain in his scream... and kai's jacob was also just so good the way he just shows emotion when it came to mary the WAY he cries out her name... the overall atmosphere/vibes of the story is my fav bc like. halloween and also the songs and bgm is so good too they're one of my favorites of the entire game, tho i love all the songs in the game... i have so many emotions towards autumn performance.......

[rahimnassar]

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[smallestapplin]

Hewwo hi yes I uuuuuh

I really really like your writing!!! You really caputre the character really well!

also uuuuuuh 👉👈

Could...I ask for a Volo x chubby reader story? Maybe even nsfw?

Reader is really insecure about their body and Volo doesnt get it yknow

Its totally cool if you dont feel like it tho

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve rewritten this one too many times.

🔞18+🔞

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Volo doesn’t understand how you couldn’t love your body, it boggles his mind, no ancient text confused him the way you did.

He loves you and you’re body, he couldn’t ask for a better partner than you, yet you didn’t see what he saw.

He is a god, and you are the deity at his side, he feels as though you are questioning his taste, why can’t you see he loves you? Maybe he will just have to prove it.

The blonde had been watching you try on a new kimono, it was absolutely stunning on you, he could feel himself melting inside just looking at you.

But your face in the mirror didn’t show the same enthusiasm his did.

You glared at yourself, you thought you didn’t look good and that it wasn’t for you.

“You look perfect in that.”

You look at him in the mirror with doing written all over your face.

He walks over to you and pulls your back to his chest, arms wrapping around your plump form.

Volo kisses you cheek then your neck where he rests.

“You’re so beautiful, like a deity ready to be worshipped.”

“Volo you don’t have to lie.”

You freeze up when you meet his cold glare in the mirror.

“You’re calling me a liar? That won’t do, not at all.” The blonde lifts you up with ease and drops you on the bed. He climbs up until he is face to face with you.

“I will prove to you just how much I love you.”

And he does.

Volo undos your kimono, letting it hang off your body, leaving kisses and bite marks in his wake.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbles against the skin of your stomach, kissing every stretch mark.

“So warm too, I could just eat you up.” Volo hums with each kiss.

On hand moves to your chest, starting with gentle caresses before pinching and pulling on one of your nipples.

His other hand follows him lower, pulling your pants down.

“You’re body is a work of art, meant to be in a temple of the gods.” You flush at his words.

He places his mouth on your pulsing sex. Licking, sucking, and kissing to his hearts desire.

Your moans and trembles go straight to his cock, you sound so good and taste divine, he’s always been addicted to you, but he has to ground himself or else he’d lose focus of his mission right now.

With every squirm and buck of your hips he mumbles praises in between. Both hands moving to hold your thicker thighs apart for he has more room to work.

“V-Volo!” You grip his pretty blonde hair, accidentally pulling most of it out of its bun.

“Mm my sweet deity.” His voice rumbles against you and it’s the last bit you need to send you over the edge.

Your grip tightens, yanking his hair. The merchant can’t help but moan, or feels so good, and your cum in his mouth just makes it all better.

“You’re so perfect and precious, I can’t get enough of you.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh and begins kissing back your body.

“I love you, so much.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, before kissing you.

Tongues dancing around the other. You can feel his now freed cock rubbing against you, his saliva from just moments ago lubing him up.

“May I?”

“Yes, please.”

He slowly pushes into you, moaning at the heat.

“You take me so well everytime.”

You whine only for it to turn into a cry when he starts thrusting, Volo starts off slow but he can’t control his hips, you just feel too good.

He starts picking up the pace little by little m, angling his hips so the blunt head of his cock hits your sweet spot.

“You’re so fucking cute, look at you, so. Fucking. Gorgeous.” He punctuates with harder thrusts.

He moans, soaking up all your cries and sobs.

“Volo! O-oh fuck!”

“That’s right, my sweet deity, take all my love.”

His grey eyes roll back when you clench around him, cumming again, he cums with a muffled ‘fuuuuck!’ As he sinks his teeth into your neck.

His blonde hair curtains both of you once he hovers back over you, finally having calmed down.

“I love you, you’re so beautiful, I adore every bit of you.” His hands cups your cheek so you’d look at him.

“I love you too.” You nuzzle into his hand, placing a kiss to his palm.

He truly does love you and only wishes you’d accept that.

[thephoenixstar]

More incorrect fnaf quotes, because you all loved my last one.

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Glamrock Freddy: Thanks fam! Glamrock Bonnie: oh no Glamrock Chica: *cries* I love you too Glamrock Foxy: Sounds fake but okay Montgomery: *A flustered mess* Roxanne: can i get a refund

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *The squad right before Glamrock Freddy's wedding* Glamrock Bonnie: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Glamrock Chica: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Glamrock Foxy: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Montgomery: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND Roxanne, panicked:I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

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Glamrock Freddy: Hewwo. Glamrock Bonnie: Hihiiiiii! Glamrock Chica: Greetings, Humans. Roxanne: Three kinds of people. Glamrock Foxy: I want pudding. Glamrock Freddy: Four kinds of people. Montgomery: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS? Roxanne: Five kinds of people

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*The squad is over at Glamrock Freddy's house* Glamrock Bonnie: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Glamrock Freddy: ... N-No... Glamrock Freddy, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Glamrock Bonnie, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Glamrock Chica: I see a- Glamrock Freddy, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Glamrock Bonnie: Oh, well I- Glamrock Freddy: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Glamrock Freddy, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Glamrock Foxy: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Montgomery: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Glamrock Freddy: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Glamrock Freddy: I am someone who owns four ovens... Glamrock Freddy, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Glamrock Freddy: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Roxanne, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Glamrock Freddy: Glamrock Bonnie: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Glamrock Freddy: Glamrock Freddy, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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Glamrock Freddy, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Glamrock Bonnie: Hey. Glamrock Chica: Hi. Glamrock Foxy: Hello. Montgomery: Hey! Glamrock Freddy: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Roxanne: We were out of Doritos

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Glamrock Freddy: We need to distract these guys Glamrock Bonnie: Leave it to me Glamrock Bonnie: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Glamrock Chica, Roxanne, and Montgomery: *Immediately begin arguing* Glamrock Foxy, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

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Glamrock Freddy: I CAN'T DO IT! Glamrock Bonnie, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Glamrock Freddy: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Glamrock Chica: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Glamrock Freddy: Glamrock Freddy: I appreciate it, Glamrock Freddy: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Glamrock Foxy: Freddy- Glamrock Freddy: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Montgomery: Freddy we gotta- Glamrock Freddy: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Glamrock Freddy: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Glamrock Freddy, motioning to Roxanne: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Sorry if it doesn't come to the same appeal as the last one, but I tried.

[felswritingfire]

hewwo! when you're done with April Brainrot, which is fantastic btw, i'd like to request a scenario of fem!MC asking Malleus to "put a baby in her." if you're comfortable with it, of course.

Idk what type of horny gremlin crawled into my head and fucking decided that I needed to write this as a smut and not something funny like I was planning, but here we are- I hope you enjoy it, Honey!

NSFW beyond the cut

You almost choked on your breath as Malleus palms you breast with one of his hands, his other resting on your thigh as he rests between your legs. His hair tickles your cheek, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that as he suckles on your neck: his fangs grazing against the soft skin and his tongue lapping at the spot. Your knees knock against his hips, thighs trembling at the thought of the dark hickey that he’s more than likely to leave in the morning.

The sudden roll of his hips startles a moan out of you as the stiffness of his erection (erections actually- the man is a dragon) grind against your clothed clit. His voice is husky as he asks: “did you mean it?” You cling to him as he keeps rolling his hips at a steady pace. “Did you mean it when you said that, my Star?” His voice tapers off into a shaky moan as you begin to try and match his pace.

“Y-” you whimper before you gulp and take a deep breath- “yes- fuck- Malleus, p-please put a baby in me-”

You let out a gasp as his weight is suddenly off of you as he looms over you. He hikes up the sun dress you’re wearing even more until it’s above your heaving breasts, showing off the lacey white bra you’re wearing and the matching panties. He’s quick to dive his hands behind your back, forcing you to arch, and unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere forgotten in a corner of the room. You whimper as he shuffles back, pulling your panties down over your thighs and off your legs.

He holds the flimsy fabric in his hands, his green eyes dark as he stares at them, before he takes a long lick of the wet spot, still warm with your excitement. Your eyes widen and you gulp, sucking in a breath at the way he moans against them. His gaze sliding to your awe-struck face, he tosses the fabric behind him as he lowers himself before his cheek rests against your bent knee. He places a trail of kisses from your knee down your inner thighs until he rips a moan out of you when his scalding forked tongue is suddenly twirling around your clit. You tremble as he runs it up and down your labia, taking time to suckle against the swollen bud before his lithe fingers follow and he begins to thrust one into you.

He trembles at the sweet noises he draws out of you, reveling in the way your thighs tremble and you fight to keep them spread for him, your fingers intertwining in his hair. He feels the dull sensation of your hands wrapping around his horns and he only sucks and thrusts his (now two) fingers hard.

“M-Malleus- w-waaaai- aaaaaah-” your whole body trembles and you fall backwards, your back arching off of the plush bed as you start to buck your hips, series of cries and curses falling from your lips as you lose yourself in the haze of pleasure the fae was bringing you.

He hums, adding a third finger, pulling away and licking his lips, so he could watch you when he finds that one spongy spot that had you seeing stars-

A sharp keen leaves you, your thighs trembling at the sudden assault of his fingers curling and thrusting against the spot. You squeeze your eyes shut as his name falls from your lips. You spasm as he thrusts his fingers into you a couple more times before he finally stops them. You fall limp, letting out shuddering breaths.

“Good girl.” He says with a smile, his eyes closed as he pulls his fingers out of you, a thin line of your juices connecting the tips of his fingers to your entrance. He sits back on his haunches, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs to reveal his leaking cocks (pretty things that both have a slight upward curve to them) to you, their heads a bright red. He sighs, stroking one of them with your juices. He shudders. “I’m gonna put a baby in you now, hm?”

He leans over you, his hand coming to settle next to your head. His other hand snags one of the many pillows scattered across his bed and slips it beneath your waist. He licks his lips again as watches your twitching form: your eyes watering, your chest heaving, one of your hands wrapped around his wrist and the other fisting into the sheets-

Malleus’ mouth waters at the sheer sight of you, he rubs the head of his bottom cock through your lower lips, relishing the feeling of your wetness. He groaned as he presses into you, his tip popping inside of you while he eases the rest of it into your tight entrance. He lets out a groan as he finally bottoms out. His arms tremble with sheer effort to control himself from thrusting into you. “Gonna…” he gulps, pulling his hips back to rock into you, you whimper at how full you feel. “Gonna fill you up so good- so much you’ll have my baby. Mine.” He begins to build up speed, moving farther back with each thrust until, finally, his tip is the only thing that remains in you as he pounds into you with slow, powerful thrusts.

Your mouth hangs open, your body moving with each contact of his hips, even as you thrust back against him. “M-Malleus-” you blabber, shivering as your hand that was fisting the bed slid down to circle your aching clit. “Fuck- you’re gonna put a baby in me- you’re gonna fuck a baby into me-”

He growls, low and reverberating in the air, before he suddenly drags you up, thrusting into you at a rapid pace that knocks the breath out of you. You scramble to hold onto his shoulders as sobbing moans are ripped out of you. “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim- you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby- so pretty- so pretty.” He presses kisses just under your ear, groaning into your skin as his hips twitch and his rhythm grows sloppy.

You world spins once again as he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach and raising your hips up before he slips his dick back into you, his top cock rubbing between your ass cheeks as you trembling and moaning. He presses his back against yours as he thrusts a brutal pace into you. “Fuck! Malleus!” You cry, being pushed over the edge that has your walls fluttering around his cock.

He chants your name, a few more thrusts until he slams his hips flush against yours and cumming deep inside of you along with the one on your back.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before Malleus is nuzzling against the back of your neck. He hums. “Do you think you can take both of my cocks in you next round, darling?”

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to support me consider donating to my Ko-fi!

[tuusenskona]

i clicked hewwo ou of curiosity and it wont let me out of your menu

ME OUT POEASE FUCKING HELO ME IVEBENE DOWN HERE FOR LSO LONG NOONE CAN HEA RMY CRIES FO RHELP

hi ellie

[diamonddragon2003]

Part 2, all of these belongs to Tumblr posts.

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Henry: H-hewwo?

Charlotte: Pardon?

Henry: Hewwo.

Charlotte: ...Did you just?

Henry: I wove you.

Charlotte: I-

Charlotte: I love you too but you better stop doing that baby voice.

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Henry, Charlotte, Jasper and Ray are watching sport.

Charlotte: Come on! Give me some D!

Henry: *raise eyebrow at Charlotte*

Charlotte: Uh, Defense! Give me some Defense! *Blushing*

Bonus--

Henry: Sure, I'll give you some defense. *Winked at her*

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Henry: *Yawns*

Charlotte: Yeah being cocky must be tiring.

Henry: *tilts His head* Then you must be pretty exhausted.

Charlotte: *Blushes furiously*

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Ray: What's the emergency! *Asked through the hologram*

Charlotte: Henry has fainted and is bleeding from his nose.

Ray: Don't worry I'm on way. What were the events leading up to This?

Charlotte: *mumbles*

Ray: I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you repeat that?

Charlotte: I put on a maid dress...they dare me to.

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Piper: Crybabies are so annoying!

Charlotte: *cries*

Piper: Okay! Whose the ass I need to beat the shit out of!? Jack or my stupid brother!?

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Henry: My neck is sore.

Charlotte: That's not good, is there anything I want-

Henry: Please kiss it.

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Henry: *Eating something* This taste amazing.

Charlotte: Can I taste?

Henry: Sure.

Charlotte: *Kisses Henry* You're right, this is good.

Henry: *Blushing* Why are you like This?

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Henry: *Alone* I'm so bored. *Called Jasper*

Jasper: *Over the phone* Hello?

Henry: I'm bored and Charlotte is out.

Jasper: So? You can just call her.

Henry: I've tried that, she won't pick up.

Charlotte: *Slowly opens the bathroom door* Henry, I was in the shower.

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Charlotte: Babe, it's dark out here...

Henry: Don't worry I got this!

*He stomps his light up sketchers*

Charlotte: Why did I date him?

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*Henry and Charlotte are glaring at each other*

Piper: Did you smell That?

Jasper: *sniffing in the air* What?

Piper: *Points at them* The scent of sexual tension is in the air.

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Charlotte: Henry hurry! There's a spider!

Henry: Kill it!

Charlotte: You kill it!

Henry: *Goes Over cautiously to kill spider with a shoe.

Spider: *Grab shoe*

Henry: SAVE YOURSELVES!!!

Charlotte: Wait! Come back!

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Henry: I could get lost in your eyes.

Charlotte: You get lost walking in a straight line.

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Henry: I hate you!

Charlotte: Wow, guess what? I hate you too!

Jasper: *In narrator voice* They actually want to bone each other soooo bad.

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Ray: This isn't funny! This is serious!

Henry: This is pretty funny.

Charlotte: Its fucking hilarious actually.

Jasper/Piper: *Twitching on the floor, still wheezing with laugher*

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Henry: Have you ever thought that holding my hand is like our hands is hugging?

Charlotte: IT'S 3AM YOU IDIOT! GOT TO SLEEP!

Henry: Not until your hand hugs mine.

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Charlotte: I don't think I've ever seen you without shades.

Henry: You've also never seen me looking at your ass.

*Henry and Charlotte stands in silence*

Charlotte: That's the only reason why I wear them.

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Henry: Hey, you Okay? I haven't seen you in 3 days.

Charlotte:  You shouldn't be around me. I'm sick, that's why. I can't believe my mom let you in my room now.

Henry: Heh, I'll take me chances. This is what friends are for. You shouldn't be lonely, especially on your birthday.

Charlotte: You remembered?

Henry: Of course I did, I'm always here for you.

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Jasper: Okay! Charlotte, you're up!

Charlotte: All right. Never I ever kissed someone.

Henry: *burst through the door or wall*

Henry: I can change that.

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Piper: OMG, IS THAT BLOOD? WHO'S?

Henry: Who knows? *smirks at Charlotte*

Charlotte: Henry, you clearly have a bullet wound. Stfu.

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Henry: I'm the most responsible one of this group.

Charlotte: You literally just set my kitchen on fire.

Henry: Yes and I take responsibility for that.

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Henry or Piper: *Revving the engine* We’re coming to save you from this awful date you’re on, Charlotte! I will slow this vehicle for nothing!

Jasper: Except the speed limit.

Henry: Yes. Except the speed limit.

Jasper: And baby animals.

Henry: …and baby animals.

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Charlotte: ...Henry? This has to be a dream.

Kid Danger: Because my face is so gorgeous that you could only dream of looking at it?

Charlotte: Wha..? No, because you don't exist. You're not real.

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Henry, to Jasper: Nah, I don't believe in love at first sight.

*Charlotte walks by*

Henry: ...okay, maybe I do.

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That's it! Tell me if you want more! 👀

[soulvee-animationz]

Queens of Caninia as incorrect quotes!!

@f-p-studios

Jenn: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Indy, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball! Katherina: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Moon: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Moon: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Amber: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Fiona: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Jenn: I prevented a murder today. Katherina: Really? How’d you do that? Jenn: self control.

Jenn, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Katherina. Katherina: How did you do that without turning around? Jenn: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Jenn: I'm incredibly fast at math. Katherina: Alright, what's 30x17? Jenn: 47 Katherina: That's not even close. Jenn: But it was fast.

Indy: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.  Fiona: You're like 15 years old  Indy: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Indy: Here's some advice Fiona: I didn't ask for any Indy: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Indy: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Fiona: What's that?  Indy: You've never had leftovers???  Fiona: No, because I'm not a quitter.

Amber: This is a mistake  Fiona, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!  Amber: But not today  Fiona, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Moon: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Amber: You need to stop.

Moon: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Amber: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Moon: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Fiona: Welcome, fellow idiots  Amber: Hello, Fiona  Fiona: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot  Amber: You underestimate me

Fiona: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It? Amber: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!! Fiona: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

Fiona: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao  Amber: What did you do Fiona?  Fiona: A MISTAKE

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*  Moon: Thanks fam!  Jenn: oh no  Amber: *cries* I love you too  Katherina: Sounds fake but okay  Fiona: *A flustered mess*  Indy: can i get a refund

Moon: Hewwo.  Amber: Hihiiiiii!  Jenn: Greetings, Humans.  Katherina: Three kinds of people.  Fiona: I want pudding.  Moon: Four kinds of people.  Indy: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?  Katherina: Five kinds of people.

Moon: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.  Amber: What if it bites me and it dies!?  Jenn: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Amber, learn to listen.  Fiona: What if it bites itself and I die?  Indy: That’s voodoo.  Katherina: What if it bites me and someone else dies?  Amber: That’s correlation, not causation.  Fiona: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?  Indy: That’s kinky.  Moon: Oh my God.