#hot glue may be stupid for this.

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Lets hit him with hammers.

[freakassfemme]

can you pls do being fwbs with abby but it's a secret and you're struggling to keep quiet 🥺

SORRY I WENT CRAZY WITH THIS SUPER ANGSTY AND SAPPY AGHHHHHH. please I could treat her so much better than Owen, she deserves everything ***not proof read, sorry*** wc: 2.6k warnings: !Owen!, f/f, fingering, smut, dubcon if u squint rly hard, cheating, comphet, abby deserves better:(, abby does no wrongs, etc.,

good luck, babe! [smut/angst] *°:⋆ₓₒ

playlist: i wanna be your girlfriend / lacy / good luck babe

"No, 's cute," Abby had said, running her finger over the felt material. "I wish someone loved me enough to make me one."

You had watched her curiously, your head tilted. She was sat on your living room couch in your apartment, cradling the stocking of your soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend with such tender and care, you had to keep your thoughts in check, remind yourself of the situation and who you were with as your instincts tried to spill over and into her arms.

"You and Owen totally could, its not hard," you said, already planning a list of materials you could loan or give to her, knowing she would have no idea, but she was already letting out a soft laugh and shaking her head.

"No, it's okay," she said, so obviously trying to keep a cheerful tone that the thickness of her tone weighed on your heart. "It's not really his thing."

You let out a small sigh, walking back over with both of your cups of hot chocolate. It was like clockwork, the way you curled up next to your longtime best friend, resting your head on her shoulder and handing her the cup.

"He's stupid," you said, like you always did when Owen acted like he was too good to even be a decent boyfriend.

Abby took the cup gratefully, sipping on it and humming. She let the taste linger on her tongue, the staleness in her mouth disappearing with the refreshing mint and chamomile of the imported tea she had bought you for your last birthday.

"I know," she said simply, frowning and leaning her head back on to yours. ''I'll get over it."

"You shouldn't have to."

"I know."

Abby may have gotten over it, but you didn't.

As the days ticked closer to Christmas, you found yourself lingering on the idea. And when your own stupid, good-for-nothing girlfriend dumped you on your porch one snowy night, you found yourself looking for distractions. After tossing out your ex's stocking, you bundled yourself up in your coat and marched yourself down to the craft store.

It was easy to pick out the decorations for Abby's stocking -- a gold velvet stocking, and you had carefully written her name on it in a cursive red-glitter glue, adding a couple snowflakes after the y. You hung a few golden bells and silver coins from the corner, curling some metallic ribbons to add a special flare to the hook.

You were already making your way over to Abby's apartment the following day when it had finally dried, as you had been for the past few weeks, just because Abby wanted to keep checking in on you after work to make sure you were okay, help pack up some of the other girl's things or give you a shoulder to cry on if you needed it.

The fresh stocking was carefully packed into a glittery gift bag that you knew Abby would sigh at, probably complain about there being sparkles in her house for the next decade. The thought made you smile, and you knocked on her door with a gentle tap and familiar pattern that had her leaping up from her kitchen barstool, dinner for one abandoned and rushing towards the door.

"Hi," she said, smiling sweetly as she always did, though she had to speak around her food as she opened the door. Her hand covered her mouth, and she gave you an apologetic look when you jokingly grimaced,

"Hi," you chirped back, fluttering inside and letting her help you out of your coat. "I brought you something."

Abby swallowed her food quickly, smacking her chest to suppress a cough as it went down the wrong side. You only rolled your eyes and smacked her back gently once, making her snort at your attempt to help.

"For me?" She repeated, eyes wide and glimmering as she followed you like a lost puppy into her living room. She watched as you picked up Owen's coat off of a barstool between two fingers, like it grossed you out. She leaned against the doorway of her kitchen, laughing softly as you flicked it away and brushed off the stool, then sat down.

"Well, definitely not for your boyfriend," you replied, giving her a teasing smile. You plopped the bag on to the counter, folding both of your hands in your lap and giving her a knowing smile. "Don't say anything about the bag except thank you, or I might actually combust, okay?"

Abby rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She pushed herself off the doorframe and shuffled over, hands raised up in a mocking defense.

"Okay, okay," she said, sitting down on the stool next to you. She tried not to pay too close attention to the way you scooted forward, facing towards her as you dramatically handed her the bag, doing a little ta-da-esque hand gesture that made her snort.

Abby's eyes watched your excited face as her hand shifted through the bag. It brushed against something soft, and her eyebrows furrowed, half-convinced you had gifted her a ridiculous hat to wear, until she pulled it out and her heart stopped.

Bits of glitter fluttered down to the ground around her, and she would've scolded you, would've said something, if she wasn't frozen in place with her breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes wandered over the neat penmanship of her name, at the coins with holes carefully hammered into them so they could be strung on the side, at the little snowflakes at the end of her name and the shiny velvet that reminded her of all the times you complimented her blonde hair, calling it more beautiful than a golden August sunset. God, she could feel her heart aching in her chest.

"Do you like it?" You asked quietly, voice timid after her long silence and lack of response.

Abby quickly wiped at her eyes, sniffling, though she still refused to meet your gaze. She nodded, letting out a pathetic chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, of course I do," she said, though it didn't sound as confident as she wanted it to. "Of course I do, thank you."

You took her hesitance the entirely wrong way, her reaction as negative, and instantly began rambling to cover your embarrassment.

"I just remembered you saying something about wanting one, and I had the stuff -- well, I had to make a short trip to the craft store but that's okay because I never mind going there --"

The barstool squeaked as Abby pushed herself from it, rushing towards you with hungry hands and eyes and a starving mouth that wrapped warmly around yours. Her hands cradled your face, her eyes squeezing shut as she crashed into you, tears falling down her cheeks.

You let out a small squeak, frozen for a moment before melting into her touch, hands coming down from trying to push her away to pulling her closer by the hem of her shirt.

That was the first time you kissed Abby.

The second time was on New Years, when she walked you home after you got a little too tipsy and she was eager to escape from Owen.

"What are we doing?" You had murmured against her lips, shivering as cold snowflakes fell on to your intertwined bodies, and she had only shrugged, mumbling back an I don't know as you pulled her inside and began to undress her.

You had never bothered trying to clarify things after that, letting things be as they were. You tried to convince yourself that it wasn't as bad as it was -- that you were just really close with Abby, that this was more of a friends with benefits thing that was good for Abby as she tried to figure out what the fuck was going on with her and Owen. You tried to convince yourself that it was nothing more, and that this was okay.

"'S okay, baby, it's okay, I've got you sweet girl, holy shit --"

Abby babbled nonsense as you gushed around her fingers, sprawled out in her bed and panting, bare breasts shimmering in the sweat and moonlight of her apartment window.

"Fuck, oh my god, Abby," you whined, one of your legs propped over her shoulder. She desperately bucked her hips into it, her clothed clit catching deliciously between her underwear and the soft curve of your ass, and her grinding only further pushing her fingers inside of you.

"I know, I know, fuck," she hissed back, biting down on your calf to try to quiet herself.

It was late February, and you two had continued this [un]ethical affair for far longer than you were comfortable with, but you couldn't deny that despite Abby's inexperience with girls, she was an absolute gem in the bedroom, one you just couldn't turn away so soon. At least, that was the reason you convinced yourself with.

Abby and Owen had had another argument, and she had sent him out for about the millionth time, picked up her phone and called you over for about the millionth-and-first time. You always came running when she called.

While you fought yourself over the morality of it, Abby was far beyond caring at this point. The only reason she hadn't broken up with Owen wasn't because of any fleeting feelings towards him, but because she was more concerned with the prospect of dealing with what it meant to cheat on your boyfriend with another girl,and the terms that came with admitting the reality of her predicament. So, for now, it was easier to spark arguments with her piece of shit boyfriend and send him out so she could pile-drive you into her mattress and bury her thoughts deep inside of your cunt.

"Mmpf, fuck, I'm gonna cum," You squealed out, head flopping back against the mattress and eyes rolling back as you felt your body nearing that bursting point. Abby could feel your thighs shaking, and she moaned at the sight, brushing her thumb over your clit between her sweet praises.

With a loud moan, you shattered around her fingers for what had to be the fourth or fifth time that night. Salty tears slipped down your face as you came, babbling nonsense and digging your nails into her arm in a way that had her hissing and groaning.

"Fuck," she swore under her breath, the pace of her hips increasing as she watched you. The damp patch on her boxers was near dripping capacity as she slumped over you, desperately chasing her own high. "God, you're gorgeous."

"Gonna cum for me?" You whined, legs shaking uncontrollably at the overstimulation. Abby pulled her hand away and ripped her boxers off, grunting as she nodded stupidly, rubbing her clit against your puffy cunt.

"Yeah, fuck, I'm gonna -- shit -- I'm gonna c--"

The apartment walls rattled with a slam that had you jumping back some, eyes going wide. Abby's hand slapped over your mouth just as you went to scream, squeal, or whatever surprised noise was threatening to slip out and alert the drunken Owen wandering through Abby's apartment.

"Abby?" He called, just her name alone slurring so much it was barely intelligible.

"Shit," Abby groaned quietly, and both of you exchanged worried glances as Owen's voice kept growing louder, coming closer.

"Abby!" He called again, this time more clear. When his footsteps became audible, Abby's hand tightened around your mouth.

"Fuck off!" She snapped back, turning slightly so she could yell through the door.

"Come on, baby, can't we talk this out?" He slurred back through the door, coming closer.

"I swear to god, Owen, if you don't leave me the fuck alone, I'll beat your ass to a fucking pulp!" She snapped, her other hand under your knee tightening in a bruising strength.

Your stomach fluttered with panic as your eyes shifted between the unlocked bedroom door, where the shadows of Owen's feet were very much there, and the way you and Abby were tangled against each other in an extremely compromising position.

"What's your fucking problem?" He snarled back through the door, and Abby rolled her eyes.

"You are! I'm fucking serious, Owen, leave me alone!"

You knew just as much as Owen did that Abby probably would beat him if he walked in right now, though you weren't sure if it was in the hopes of short-term amnesia or just out of pure anger.

Thankfully, Owen grumbled something about Abby being a bitch (to which she scoffed) and shuffled away. There was a small thud, presumably him slumping against the couch, and then the living room TV turned on.

Abby let out a sigh of relief, turning back to you. She looked down at you, panting, and then let out a relieved chuckle.

Instinctively, you went to push her hand away, ready to pull your clothes back on and hightail it out of there, but Abby gently slapped your hand away, furrowing her eyebrows and mouthing what?

You widened your eyes in disbelief.

He's right there! You mouthed back, shaking your head as her hand snaked back down to below your thigh, resuming its previous position.

Abby only chuckled, trying to wave you off, but your eyes widened impossibly further as she began rolling her hips against you again, heavy panting filling the room. Anxiety flooded your stomach, and you tried to push her off.

"Abby!" You hissed, and she only gave you an annoyed look, like you were the one being insane right now.

"What?" She repeated, though this time it was in a much more mocking tone. Of course, she knew exactly why you were freaking out, but she couldn't help the way it further enticed her.

"He is going to hear us!" You whispered smacking her shoulder. Abby rolled her eyes, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, holding them with such ease between just one of her hands. Her hips continued their assault against your overstimulated cunt, and you had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a broken whine.

"Not if you’re quiet," she whispered, licking her lips as she stifled her own moan.

Abby leaned over you, tucking her face into your neck as she worked herself on you, into you when her clit caught against your entrance. She chuckled when you kicked against her, squirming to escape and fighting to not make a noise, but kept herself there, grinding right into your sensitive hole until you were biting down on her shoulder to keep quiet.

"That's it, that's it," she encouraged softly, letting out a soft grunt that made you tense up, but when Owen didn't come storming into the room, screaming and threatening, you melted into her next thrust. You let out hesitant sighs of pleasure that made Abby purr against your throat.

"Shhh, just like that, baby, 'm almost done, I promise," she said, her voice breaking between the last few words. Her hand let go of your wrists, opting to grab at the mattress and use it as leverage as she pushed harder against you. The bed moved, but she was so calculated and collected about it that the headboard just barely smacked the wall, only a soft tap echoing through the room.

"I got you, I got you baby," she breathed, letting out a soft whine. Her hips stuttered as the bed rocked, and your nails dug into her back, teeth threatening to draw blood into her skin as you tried so hard not to alert the man in the living room.

"Shit, just be quiet a little longer for me, okay? Good girl, good fucking girl."

[umemiyan]

(𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆) 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙉.

𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / angst / toxic and undefined relationship(s) / unrequited(?) love / unprotected piv / idk i had a random vision and i wanted to write about this weird cycle of yearning for people who don't want you

You know he’s thinking about Chika even when his hot breath flutters across your neck. His mind drifts when he kisses the skin there, hips pumping inches into a cunt that weeps for him despite it, and he throbs when a hand claws over the tattoo that binds him to another. 

If you weren’t privy to the truth, you’d be easily fooled into believing that his passion is directed at you, the one he fucks with fervor into the mattress like a lover. You’d think he’s giving you everything with the intent to receive it in return, suffocating you with his lips and stuffing you full of cum so that he may fill and exist within you in every possible way. But your well of stupidity doesn’t run that impossibly deep—at least you don’t think so.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You still give him everything, though.

It’s a twisted wish fulfillment of sorts. Endo takes you in the same manner Takiishi takes him in his dreams—consuming him in the passionate flames he forever yearns to see burning behind those desolate eyes; always burning for someone else, just like Endo is in this moment. And you let him, succumbing to the never-ending cycle of wanting for someone who wants for something else, a chain of shackles that binds everyone together, a merry-go-round where nobody ever gets where they’re wanting to go. The only option is to break free or jump off, but most misplace the key or lack the equilibrium to land on their feet.

“Please don’t stop—”

You wonder why he doesn’t simply turn you over so that he may avoid the image of your face, but you are reminded of how he has made it a point to revere your beauty at times, tossing you a compliment that rings with legitimacy. He throws you scraps that feel sincere, that invade your chest with a hope that always has you coming back for more. You suppose it’s all he knows, after all, but you can’t keep yourself from wondering if the way he squeezes your hand or leans into your touch on occasion is because of you, or because he’s imagining someone else in your place. Does he shoot you a particular smile because his heart senses you give the love it’s always wanted, or because being riddled with charm is his natural disposition? You’re too afraid to find out.

This will do well enough in the meantime because ignorance is bliss, and he warms your insides with kisses full of tongue and an orgasm that suddenly floods your cunt in short bursts. His pleasurable grunts and moans paint a certain picture of appreciation for your body and soul, and although it is dangerous to indulge in such delusion for the umpteenth time, you choose to bask in it long enough to cum around his cock before it’s finished pulsing inside you. 

Yamato presses his body so tightly to yours it feels as though he’s attempting to climb inside you, and you’d regrettably allow him if that’s what he truly wanted. Sweat and yearning glue you together into a wretched mess that both of you are far too accustomed to, and there appears to be no end in sight, yet the way he sweeps his lips across your collarbone and up your throat makes it all worth it. You almost don’t even mind if he ends up in bed with someone else later tonight.

Would someone like Chika ever be capable of providing such tenderness? You feel resentment bubbling up in your gut, but also a sense of triumph at how you’re the one on your back in Yamato’s bed, giving him pleasure and overflowing with his seed. He buries himself in your neck while your hips ache and one of your hands comes up to rest in his waves of dark hair, adoring. Surely it’ll eventually be enough to make him realize he’s had what he’s needed all along, and that his restless quest to stoke another’s fire is no longer necessary.

But haven’t you been following him down that very same path?

[writteninkat]

I Wish You Would | Bakugou x Reader

synopsis: As you deep clean your attic, you find a box filled to the brim with all your old things back in high school...and the memories of your first love, Katsuki.

w/c: 2.2k

warnings: angst

a/n: i was going for a kind of bitter-sweet tone for this, so i hope it hits the right mark

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You sneeze inside your shirt, wiping the sweat dripping down the side of your face with your arm as you huff languidly.

One more corner. I can do this!

You make it to the dark corner, moving a few half-filled boxes around as your eyes fall on one that's tucked in all the way at the back. Intrigued, you pick up the box, struggling slightly at its surprising weight.

You drop it in a heave, watching as the light from your attic's circular window shines directly on the box. Lowering to your knees you undo the flaps, gasping at the first sight of the item at the top. A UA uniform jacket.

Your brows knit in confusion as you pull the jacket out, spreading it out. The faintest smell of caramel and smoke seeps through your nose, a memory immediately flashing.

UA Jacket

"Why didn't you bring a damn umbrella?!" Katsuki yells, holding his uniform over your head as the both of you run under the pouring rain.

"You're my boyfriend! Shouldn't you be the one taking initiative?!" You yell back just as loudly, earning a glare from the annoyed blond.

When the both of you finally reach the dorms, you breathe heavily, catching your breaths.

"You guys got caught in the rain?" Shoto asks, showing off his dry state. You glare at the stoic man, standing up straight.

"No, icy hot. We swam through a tsunami."

When it looks like your classmate starts to believe you, you roll your eyes at him, walking deeper inside the dorms. As you reach the hallway towards the elevator, an arm drapes itself around your shoulders.

"Heyyy, you're learning a thing or two from already, huh?" Katsuki grins, proud at you for giving Shoto shit.

"Yeah, I'll start calling you professor." You chuckle, earning a soft kiss from the blond.

You blink out of your memory, feeling your eyes well as you drop the jacket on the floor. The next thing you pick up is a burnt scrapbook. You gasp, running your shaky fingers across the names on the cover page.

Katsuki & Y/n

"This is so fucking stupid." Katsuki grumble, holding the little hearts with one hand in a cupping motion, the other holding tiny hearts.

"No it's not! It's cute!" You say, wiping the glue on the paper with your finger before pasting the a picture of the both of you on the thick page.

"Here, how's it looking?" You ask, holding the book up at him. Despite him frowning and glaring at the page, ypu can tell he's really studying it.

"Add in a few more orange." He says, looking away as you giggle.

You carefully apply the lipstick on his puckered lips, his eyes filled with rage. To give him credit, he didn't move at all when you were applying the make up product on him. You smile brightly, checking to see if there were any messes on his lips before looking up at his eyes.

You grab the scrapbook, pointing at the area that overlaps the kiss mark you just did. "Kiss."

Without complaints, Katsuki presses his lips on the page. He's glaring and the throbbing on the side of his forehead looks like it's about to pop, but he still kissed.

You look at the finished product, laughing in amusement as you drop the book, replacing it with your polaroid camera.

"Say cheese!" You yell.

"Wait, you didn't say anything about pictures-!" The flash flickers.

The polaroid shows you holding the camera, your lips stretched into a wide grin, painted in a dark green color. Katsuki is right beside you, eye brows furrowed and mouth halfway open as he was in the middle of talking- yelling. He was in the middle of yelling.

Without knowing the story of the picture, to an outsider, it may look like you annoy his entire being. But the bright orange coloring his lips, along with the soft look in his eyes makes you think otherwise.

You bite on your lower lip, smiling wistfully as you place the book down beside you, unable to go through all the pages yet. What you find next finally pushes your tears over the edge.

A dark green scarf with orange boxes.

You sneeze, watching one or two cherry blossom petals fall on the bridge you're standing on as you watch a family of swans swim from below it.

"Why didn't you wear anything warm?" Katsuki asks, wrapping a soft, warm scarf around your neck.

"Then why'd you bring me here? We could have stayed in the dirms." You frown.

You spot his ears slowly turn red along with his cheeks as he looks away bashfully. Your eyes widen in surprise as this is the first time you've seen Katsuki act this way.

"Well, I just thought maybe I should do this somewhere pretty, y'know?" He mumbles, scratching his nape as he tucks his other hand inside his pocket.

"What do you have in there?" You ask, eyes on said pocket as you narrow them in suspicion.

"You know what! Nevermind!" He yells, turning around. "Damn idiot..." He mutters.

You run after him, grabbing his fee hand to spin him around. As soon as you're facing eachother, you quickly grab onto his other wrist, pulling his hand out his pocket.

"Wait-"

Your gaze falls on a shiny silver ring with an emerald as its stone. You gasp, hands flying to your mouth as your eyes begin to water.

"Hold on-" Katsuki starts but you quickly jump at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you chant, "Yes! Yes! I'm saying yes!"

The people around you begin clapping and cheering for the both of you, making your heart melt instantly.

"Y/n, hold on! This isn't an engagement ring." Your boyfriend yells, pulling your arms off of him. You suck in a breath at his words, heart clenching in pain at his rejection.

He immediately reads your expression, rolling his eyes.

"If you had just let me speak first before screaming like crazy!" He yells, taking your right hand, inserting the ring in your ring finger. It fits you perfectly, the light glinting off the stone.

"It's a promise ring. I know we're too damn young for such heavy commitments, but if you'll wait for me..." He squeezes your hands, deeply staring into your eyes. "I promise to ask for permission from the people you love, so I can take your hand, and officially make you mine."

The tears stream down your face as your chest warms with so much love and adoration for this foul mouthed dumbass.

"How 'bout it, idiot? Wait for me?" He asks, a rare smile on his lips. You disuse your words, instead standing on your tippy-toes to press your lips on his. You're greeted by a soft grunt before he wraps his arms around you, kissing you back with so much passion it almost drowns you.

You feel the wind pick up and by the time you've both pulled away, the cherry blossom petals have surround the both of you, swathing you in pink.

You dig around for the ring, cursing when you find a hero keychain instead. You study the small item; dark green and in a shape of a grenade, with a date on it. 04-27. You smile as your heart aches- it was a week after his birthday when you finally agreed to be his girlfriend. You set it aside, wondering what else you'll find.

A scortched notebook.

"'Bend your knees when you land after falling from somewhere tall, it will cushion your fall.'" You read aloud, raising a brow at your boyfriend. "Really?" You deadpan.

Angrily, he snatches the notebook from your grasp. "If you don't fucking want it, give it here! I'll burn this to pieces!" He yells, activating his quirk.

Thinking fast, you grab his opened bottle of water, splashin it onto the notebook in his grasp. He looks at you with a 'how dare you' expression all over his face, making you roll your eyes and take the notebook back.

The back and edges are too late to be saved, but everything he'd written can still be read.

"Thank you." Your tone is genuine and grateful as you press a soft kiss on his cheek, making him turn his head away in embarassment.

You lean on his chest, reading aloud the hundreds of notes and tips he had written, asking him to explain what he meant and why they're important.

"I just want to keep you safe." He mutters, squeezing you tightly.

"If I'm with you, I'm always safe, my love. You don't need to worry." You scratch his nape before you resume reading.

"No wonder I'm still safe, I've always had you with me." You chuckle as tears continually stream down your cheeks as you press the notebook onto your forehead. Your chest feels like it's about to cave in on you and your breathing has turned ragged.

"Fuck you, Bakugou!" You yell weakly, bending over the box as your tears drip on the remaining items inside. Your hands shake as you spot a picture frame with its back facing you. You flip it over, and it's a picture of the both of you during graduation.

You hold a boquet of flowers to your chest as Katsuki holds you. A wide smile stretched across your face while your boyfriend sports the 'i-can't-believe-this-is-my-girlfriend-look-at-her-!' look.

But as you inspect the photo, you notice that the glass is missing and that there's a slight incline with the photo. You quickly turn it around, undoing the back.

An old folded up paper.

I’ve never been great with words, but for you, I’ll give it my all. I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately, and there’s so much I want to say, things I never imagined I'd be able to express.

First off, thank you. Thank you for sticking with me, for seeing something worth loving in me when all I ever showed the world was anger and ambition. I know I can be a handful—loud, brash, and sometimes downright difficult. But you, you’re different. You’ve always seen past that exterior, straight to the heart I tried so hard to hide. You’ve softened me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and I’m grateful every single day for it.

When I’m with you, it feels like everything falls into place. Your laugh, your smile, the way you look at me with those eyes full of trust and love—it’s all more than I ever thought I deserved. You make me want to be better, not just as a hero, but as a person. I find myself wanting to do things just to see you smile, to make you proud.

There’s this feeling I get when I think about our future. It’s like a fire, but not the kind I’m used to. It’s warm, comforting, and it grows every time I imagine us building a life together. I can see it so clearly—a home filled with laughter, late nights talking about our dreams, and mornings waking up next to the love of my life. I want that with you more than anything.

I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, and loving you is the best challenge I’ve ever taken on. It’s not always easy, but it’s always worth it. You’re worth it. Every single day, I fall a little more in love with you. And I can’t wait to keep falling for the rest of my life.

I want to marry you soon, my love. I want to stand by your side through everything life throws at us, good and bad. I want to make you laugh when you’re down and hold you when words aren’t enough. I want to be your partner, your protector, your everything. Because that’s what you are to me.

So here’s to us. To the love we’ve built, the dreams we share, and the future I can’t wait to start. Thank you for loving me, for believing in me, and for making me the happiest man alive. I love you more than words can ever say, and I promise to spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me.

Forever yours,

Katsuki

If you could, you'd hit him right now. Your sobs break through your lips, heart clenching in agony. If you could, you'd hunt him down and run back into his arms, tell him you love him, tell him you need/ him back. Your shoulders rise and fall as your wails of sorrow echo throughout your attic. You clutch the letter and photo to your chest tightly.

Sometimes, you hate being so strong. Sometimes you wish you were weak enough for the littlest of breezes to break you, so you can rebuild yourself and start over again. But somehow you widthstand everything the universe throws at you. And you hate it.

"Please take me." You gasp, too tired and weak to scream some more. You look up into the sky through the window, "Take me like you took him, and it will end the suffering I give to others."

At the end of the day, after you lost the one person who truly knew you, you became the one thing he fought for—the one thing he hated.

You're to take over the league once your son of a bitch father finally croaks. And the day that happens, you're destroying everything he spent his life creating.

[ensinia-internetstranger]

Introduces you to the wet noodle of a man my SWTD brain made for an assignment

His name is Jimothy "Goobus" Jimblo. We were meant to make sock puppets and a story to act them out to and me being stupid chose to make a Scotsman on an oil rig because I am way too not normal about the funny oil rig game. May put him on the rig with Weber and just make references to the batshit insane story he's originally part of because I honestly like the character (Here's the sock puppet btw it is made of hot glue and dreams)

[nobody-nexus]

More TADC Incorrect Quotes

(Warning some may be nsfw) Contains Ragapom as well because why not

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Jax, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go Pomni: But how- Jax, ignoring them: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”

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Pomni: That was so hot, Ragatha Ragatha: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Pomni: I'm so in love with you.

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Ragatha: Hey, Zooble, where are you going? Zooble: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell Zooble: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s

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Jax: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Kinger: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? Jax, now interested: Lets say imaginary Kinger: Spiders wearing flip flops

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Pomni: I would do anything for money. later Pomni, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!

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Zooble: I just watched Pomni jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, they weren't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Jax was screaming for help, which caused Ragatha to run in to help Pomni. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes

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Bubble: Bye Caine! Bye Pomni! Bye Gangle! Bye Jax! Bye Caine! Kinger: You said ‘bye Caine’ twice- Bubble: I like Caine.

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Caine: Okay happy circus members! If you were a fruit, what would you be and why? Zooble: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group. Caine: ... Zooble: ... Caine: OKAY HAPPY CIRCUS MEMBERS-

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Pomni: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake Zooble: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Ragatha Pomni, pointing their hot glue gun towards Zooble: You’re on thin f#&king ice.

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Jax: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited Pomni: "If"? Zooble: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to, and he might not even die

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Caine: Jax, my old friend! Jax: I think you tried to kill me at some point Caine: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you

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Gangle: Do you see yourself as a glass half-full or glass half-empty kind of person? Kinger: Half-full, definitely! Kinger: Half-full and constantly rising. Kinger: Soon the water will escape its container and consume us all.

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Ragatha: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumba$$es and dumba$$es exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Pomni: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Ragatha, already taking off her clothes: God, Pomni, you’re so f#%king stupid.

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Ragatha: Truth or dare? Zooble: Truth Ragatha: How many hours have you slept this week? Zooble: Zooble: Dare Ragatha: Go to sleep. Zooble: I don't like this game.

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Jax, texting Zooble: Any plans for tonight? Zooble: No Jax: Loser

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Caine: You three, explain right now! Pomni: It was Jax Ragatha: It was Jax Zooble: It was Jax Jax: Jax: …fuck.

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Caine, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Bubble: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Bubble: Bubble: It's perfume :D

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Ragatha: Kinger… Kinger: Oh no, 'Kinger' in B flat Kinger: You're disappointed

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Pomni stumbles into the hall of dorms, absolutely drunk, takes off her hat, and stands in Ragatha’s bedroom. Ragatha: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Pomni: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Pomni: Lies on the ground and falls asleep Ragatha: …

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Caine: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier Caine: Violently practices Kinger: Violently studies Ragatha: Violently sleeps Gangle: Violently shoots pictures Zooble: Violently boxes Pomni: Violently murders people. Ragatha: Violently worries about the previous statement

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Jax, knocking on the door: Gangle, open up! Gangle: It all started when I was a kid. Jax: Wha- OPEN THE F#%KING DOOR

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Jax: You need to be more careful, dollface Ragatha, who was dragged into Jax's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Thump noise Pomni, from the other room: What happened?! Jax: Gangle’s shirt fell Pomni: Why was it loud? Jax: It had them inside

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Kinger: Hi, who's this? Jax changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures Gangle: What's mine? Kinger: Dwarf Gangle: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT! Kinger: Oh, hey Gangle Gangle: F#%K!

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Zooble: If we’re in trouble, just throw Ragatha at the problem, and hope for the best

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*Gangle teaching Zooble to drive and taking Jax along for the ride* Gangle: That's a pothole. To the left! Zooble: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Jax, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth. Zooble: I don't think that's how the song goes. Gangle, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home. Zooble: Country Roads. Jax: To the place. Zooble and Jax in unison: I Belong! Gangle, crying harder: What the f#%k?

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Jax: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are Ragatha: Yourself! Jax: No. Jax: Me

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Jax: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Pomni: Good night Ragatha: Sleep tight! Caine: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself! Jax: Great, now Ragatha's crying

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Gangle: Tomorrow's garbage day Jax: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you

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Pomni: My mom is calling… hi mom! Ragatha: Come on guys, stop. They’re trying to talk to their mom. Jax: loud fake sexual noises Caine: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! Zooble: is asleep Kinger: gets really close to the phone Tell her I said hi.

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Jax: What did Ragatha do this time? Zooble: More like WHO did Ragatha do this time?

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Ragatha: Dom or sub? Pomni: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though

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Zooble: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Ragatha? Ragatha: Jax, easily. Jax, laughing: What the f#%k, girl Ragatha: Well, Pomni would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Pomni, now standing in the doorway: What the f#$k, Ragatha!?

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Pomni: Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines! Caine: Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb! During the play Gangle: Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts? Pomni: W-what’re donuts?

[gyustarzzi]

celebrating new years with ateez

★ hongjoong

you guys baked together

you and hongjoong decided to do a competition to see who could make the best 2024 cookies for the new year and whoever won got to choose what the loser would do for them

while you were making the batter for your cookies hongjoong wanted to mess you up and put a smudge of flour on your face

mess everywhere: flour on the kitchen counter, cookie batter chunks in your face, and icing covered all over

even though you guys were messy you still ended up making the cookies and decided to go and take a nice hot shower together

" You got a little something right there "

☆ seonghwa

took you on a trip to Paris for the holidays

you guys were actually planning to leave on December 30 to get home on time for the new years but your flight got delayed

you knew you guys wouldn't be able to make it home on time for the new years, so you spent it in the city of Paris

took you on a midnight picnic to watch the fireworks on the beach, ending it with a midnight walk back to you apartment

don't worry you made it home after new years to give ateez their presents you bought

" Our plans might have been ruined but I'm glad I got to spend the new years with the love of my life "

★ yunho

you guys made a scrapbook while waiting for the ball drop

you and yunho decided why not to get all the printed pictures you have of each other and put all of them in a homemade scrapbook

you guys put stickers, doodles and lots of glitter all inside and outside of the scrapbook

you guys laughed, cried, and shared some of the most fondest memories together while make the scrapbook, giggling once in a while when yunho puts a little bit of glitter glue on your face

at the end of the night right when the clock is going down for the ball drop you guys take on final picture together kissing with stickers and glitter glue all on your face

" Remember that time I punched you in the face? Good times "

☆ yeosang

you guys recreated your first date

took you to the same restaurant, ordered the same food, and then went to the same arcade

honestly was kinda shocked he remembered everything even though you guys had been dating for some time now

wins you a bunch of prizes and plays a lot of games letting you win some but still beating you in almost everyone

takes you to the ice cream shop where you guys share a cone as you watch the fireworks

" You arms look heavy carrying all those stuffed animals, pass them over "

★ san

you guys went to a friends party, more like wooyoungs party

what better way to spend new years eve than get totally wasted at a party with your boyfriend

lots of beer pong, chatting hazily with random people you don't even know and plenty of times where you spill drinks on you and other people

you start to get sober at the end of the party and notice the countdown is happening for the ball drop

you hurriedly search for san, bumping into people left right when suddenly you see san also searching for you

you both make eye contact rushing towards each other, embracing into each other and kissing right when the countdown goes to 0

" Happy New Year y/n, may all your resolutions come true "

☆ mingi

you guys had a movie marathon

picked out every last movie you both love to watch until the clock hits 12

lots of cuddling, eating snacks, and laughing together at stupid scenes in your favorite movies

when you catch each other almost falling asleep you tickle each other turning the movie marathon into a tickle party

when the clock strikes 12 you both hug each other giving mingi a loving kiss before falling asleep on the couch together, too tired to go upstairs to your cozy bed

" The next time you tickle me I will throw you off this couch and that's not a threat, it's a promise "

★ wooyoung

you and wooyoung hosted a family party

you invited all of your family and wooyoung invited all of his family

lots of baby photos shared of you and wooyoung making you both embarrassed but laughing it off

you don't even see him the whole time during the party because either your mom is telling him stories about you or he's being bombarded by children

right when the clock hits 12 your's and wooyoungs parents start telling you guys to kiss, which you gladly do

" We should do this again sometime "

☆ jongho

you guys went on cruise

you and jongho decided why not spend new years eve on a cruise ship

you played lots of arcade games jongho winning a LOT of games winning you multiple prizes

you also did a good amount of water slides some getting over your fears of heights and others not so much

you guys both sat at the bar drinking cocktails and watching the fireworks in the night sky

" You sure you could ride that water slide? Okay, I don't wanna hear any crying after "

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

CARMEN SANDIEGO INCORRECT QUOTES ULTIMATE EDITION! {WARNING! THERE ARE SHIPS. NO ELABORATION}

Shadowsan: I didn't drink that much last night. Carmen: You were flirting with Chase. Shadowsan: So what? They're my partner. Carmen: You asked if they were single. Carmen: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Zack: Hey, Carmen you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. Carmen: Have you ever been to a mortuary? Zack: Yea, my grandma lives there. Julia: That is the worst response to that question.

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Zack: I may be stupid. The Squad: … Zack: Oh, did you think I was going to finish that sentence?

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Hideo: Suhara, what are you doing? Shadowsan: Making chocolate pudding. Hideo: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding? Shadowsan: Because I've lost control of my life. Shadowsan: Here's your pudding, Julia. Julia: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

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Hideo: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Carmen: What? No, I— Chase: enters room Hideo: jaw clenches

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Carmen: Go on, give Zack a compliment. Ivy: How do you expect me to do that? Player: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you. Ivy: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day! Zack, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

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Chase: holding a salt packet It’s just a little sodium chloride. Julia: Actually Chase, it’s salt. Chase: That’s what I said, sodium chloride. Julia: Uh Chase, that would be salt. Julia: takes salt packer from Chase This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

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Shadowsan, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Zack: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Zack: Zack: It's perfume.

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Chase: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Julia: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

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Professor Maelstrom: Dr. Bellum, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Dr. Bellum: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

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Brunt: You disgust me. Cleo: eating a kitkat sideways I realize this and don’t care.

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Brunt: looks over Dr. Bellum’s shoulder at their laptop What the fuck? Dr. Bellum: slams screen shut It’s just research! For something I’m writing about! I swear that’s it! Brunt: Why the hell would that involve the breeding habits of frogs? Dr. Bellum: It’s not just “frogs”, it’s the Surinam Toad. And it’s not “breeding habits”, it’s how they raise their young. This is important information my audience needs to know! Brunt: That doesn’t change the fact this is for one line in a fanfiction. Dr. Bellum, offendedly: You don’t know that! Brunt: I hear no denial.

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Dr. Bellum: This food is too hot… I cant eat it. Cleo: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: silence Brunt: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Professor Maelstrom: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

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Dr. Bellum: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Cleo made me get tested.

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Professor Maelstrom: Is Cleo always like this when they lose? Dr. Bellum: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015. Cleo: You bumped that table and you know it!

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Cleo: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Brunt: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Dr. Bellum. Cleo, pointing their hot glue gun towards Brunt: You’re on thin fucking ice.

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Dr. Bellum is shopping with Cleo Dr. Bellum: Can I get a silenced pistol? Cleo: If there’s one on sale.

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Dr. Bellum: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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Professor Maelstrom: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Brunt: Awww, thanks- Professor Maelstrom: That’s not a good thing. Brunt: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

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Dr. Bellum: How petty can you get? Cleo: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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Dr. Bellum: I drink to forget but I always remember. Professor Maelstrom: You're drinking orange juice.

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Carmen: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Ivy: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Carmen: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ZACK WITH ME Shadowsan, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Carmen, setting down a card: Ace of spades Ivy, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Zack, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Shadowsan, trembling: What are we playing

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Carmen: Dammit, Zack! Zack: What?! It wasn’t me! Carmen: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Ivy! Ivy: Not me either. Carmen: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Shadowsan: whistles

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Vlad: You should really cover your webcam with something, what if someone's watching? Boris: Huh, really? I probably have a sticker or something if that would do. Vlad: Sure, sure- Vlad: ...Why do you have a sticker of me? Boris: Oh, it's just one of the spares. Vlad: ...Spares?

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Boris: *running towards Vlad with open arms* Vlad: *moves out of the way* Boris: Hey, why'd you move?! Vlad: I thought you were going to attack me. Boris: I was going to hug you! Vlad: Why would you hug me? Boris: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Boris: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Vlad: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Boris: Cheers to our new "YAKT". Vlad: the "c" is silent. Boris, staring out at the horizon: Yes, it's very tranquil. You're right.

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Vlad: Wow, Boris, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Boris: We literally slept together yesterday. Vlad: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

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Hacker: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up! Hacker: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

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Ivy, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Ivy, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

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Zack: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

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Zack: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? Shadowsan: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. Carmen: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. Ivy: Rock also defeats baby.

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Chase: I am a responsible adult! Julia: raises brow Chase: I am an adult.

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Ivy, grinning: Before you were what? Julia: Before I was- Ivy: What? Julia: Before I was inter- Ivy: Before you were interrupted? Julia: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll- Ivy: What? Julia: makes frustrated sound Shadowsan, nervously: Stop that. Before they hurt you.

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Ivy: Where are you going? Hideo: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

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Shadowsan: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Chase: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Shadowsan: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Ivy: Ya know… it might be.

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Zack: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Dash Haber: What- how? Zack: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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Young Shadowsan: I am a ninja. Young Hideo: No, you’re not. Young Shadowsan: Did you see me do that? Young Hideo: Do what? Young Shadowsan: Exactly.

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Young Hideo: Suhara-kun, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Young Shadowsan: Why? I'm fine on the stand! flashback to Testimony #1 Young Shadowsan: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Young Shadowsan, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. flashback to Testimony #2 Young Shadowsan: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: …Crying? flashback to Testimony #3 Young Shadowsan: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Zack: Ivy, I screwed up, big time. Ivy: Zack, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Shadowsan: Zack is forbidden from monologuing.

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Shadowsan: Turns on the kitchen light Zack: Sitting at the table, eating bread Shadowsan: It’s four in the morning. Zack: Turn the light back off.

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At a zoo Zack: What are they in for? Player: Zack, this isn't prison. Zack: So they can leave? Player: No, but- Zack, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Young Shadowsan: Fight me! Young Hideo, standing behind them and holding a knife: mouths Do not.

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Shadowsan: What’s sexting? Ivy: I'm not having this conversation with you.

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After picking Zack up from Denny's Shadowsan: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Zack: But ya' didn't!

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Shadowsan: Did it hurt when you fell- Chase: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Shadowsan: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Chase: … Shadowsan: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Carmen: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Zack will and will not eat. Player: Grass? Yes! Carmen: Moss? Yes!! Player: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Carmen: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Player: Worms? Sometimes! Carmen: Rocks? Usually nah. Player: Twigs? Usually! Carmen: Ivy's cooking? Inconclusive! Julia: How did you… test this? Carmen: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it. Julia: … I don’t know how to feel about this. Ivy: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Chase: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind. Chase: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. Chase: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year? Shadowsan: This is Monopoly.

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Carmen: Holding up a picture of a seemingly young anime girl WHO IS SHE?! IS SHE TWELVE?! Player: No! She's a thousand years ol- Carmen: Plays the reverse card on Uno Online Player: NO! NOOOOOOOOOO-!

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Zack: There is no i in happyness… Chase: There is if you fucking spell it right.

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Roundabout: That's not funny. Dr Bellum: I thought it was funny. Roundabout: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

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Prof. Maelstrom: What do we say when life disappoints us? Countess Cleo: Called it! Prof. Maelstrom: No.

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Dr Bellum: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma? Coach Brunt: Oklahoma City, bitch!

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Dr Bellum: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Coach Brunt: That's because you're too short to do so. Dr Bellum: …Listen here you fucking—

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playing twister Coach Brunt: Right hand red. Countess Cleo: ends up on top of Dr Bellum Dr Bellum: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Coach Brunt: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Prof. Maelstrom: Is it still visible? Where Lady Dokuso slapped me? Roundabout: Your face looks like a don't walk signal. Coach Brunt: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box. Countess Cleo: A palm reader could tell Lady Dokuso's future by looking at your face. Dr Bellum: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face. Prof. Maelstrom: …A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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Dr Bellum, to Countess Cleo: We had a date! Dr Bellum: aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book

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Roundabout: So, how long have you and Countess Cleo been together? Lady Dokuso: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Countess Cleo and I are not together. No. No. Roundabout: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

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Coach Brunt: Gunnar told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Tigress: I know you love them. El Topo: I am not in love with Jean-Paul! Tigress, staring at El Topo: I never said who… El Topo: realizes El Topo: Shit. Well, anyways-

Hacker: Uhh.. Mime Bomb just asked if we want to… Hacker: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?” Neil the Eel, not even looking up from their phone: They’re asking if you wanna cut down Christmas Trees. Hacker: Oh, that makes more sense.

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Tigress, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

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Paper Star: Hey guys, what are your favorite kinds of pudding? Tigress: Pudding deez nuts in your mouth? Is that what you were about to say? Do you gain joy from tricking your innocent cohorts? What if I actually wanted to tell you about my favorite pudding?

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Hacker: I have a problem. Tigress: Kill it. Hacker: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Paper Star: Why are you wearing glasses? Neil the Eel: Errr…reading…? Paper Star: Reading? Paper Star: I didn’t know you could read.

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El Topo: Can you please just apologize to Neil? Le Chevre: Fine, but I have to warn you that this may make me a nicer, better person and that is not who you feel in love with.

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Carmen: What's an orgasm?

Ivy: When you fold paper to look like birds and shit.

Zack: That's oregano bitch.

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Player: Sorry I was late I was zoomed in on Google Maps following a river from source to mouth.

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Player and Carmen are texting

Player: You're only gonna catch feelings and get hurt

Carmen: But she's. So funny

Player: So are clowns. Do you see me texting Chuck E Cheese everyday

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Shadowsan: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! Carmen: Climbing THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

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Zack: I don’t remember that. Chase: Do you remember that night last week when you slept in a revolving door? Zack: …No. Chase: Okay, do you remember when you were chased by those wild dogs for two miles? Zack: Not especially, no. Chase: It was in between those two things.

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Carmen: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight. Ivy: But are you shuffling? Carmen: Everyday. Shadowsan: What language are you two speaking??

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Brotherly Bickering going on here

Shadowsan: I intend to stay pissed at you forever. Shadowsan: Even if I seem helpful. Hideo: Then you're in luck. Hideo: Because you don't.

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Zack: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon. Shadowsan: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic. Zack: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

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Zack: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? Shadowsan, exasperated: WHY?!? Shadowsan points at Ivy: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR! Shadowsan points at Chase: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK! Shadowsan points at Zack: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! Shadowsan: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Zack: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth. Ivy: Why? Zack, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.

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Shadowsan: What's this? Chase, hugging Shadowsan: Affection! Shadowsan: Disgusting. Shadowsan: …Do it again.

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Maelstrom: That's a nice arguement, Brunt. Why don't you back it up with a source? Brunt: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

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Maelstrom: Time sensitive question how flirt boy. Saira: Throw rocks at he. Brunt: Hot Dogs. Cleo: Kill him. Maelstrom: Thanks guys.

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Boris: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Vlad: I wrote you a poem. Boris, already crying: You did?

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Boris: Wow, they really hate us. Vlad: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic. Boris: But we’re not gay, Vlad. Vlad: Boris: Vlad: We’re not?

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Zack: Two bros! Zack: Chillin' in a hot tub! Zack: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

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Dash: I want to kiss you. Zack, not paying attention: What? Dash: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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Dash walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Zack, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK. Zack, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Neil : Mimebomb and I are no longer friends. Mimebomb, Signing: NEIL THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Neil and Mimebomb are in Paris. Neil : I'm…moved. I…I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel…destiny? Mimebomb, Signing: But… Neil : I don't know what it is. I feel like… I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and… Mimebomb, Signing: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Neil : Yeah. Mimebomb, Signing: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. Neil : Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Mimebomb, Signing: Okay, alright.

AND THAT''S THE END. Or is it....?

[maryonmega]

Twin Stars - Chapter 3

Not yours (but could be?)

The feeling was very right. So right you felt the first wave of regret as soon as you see your friends' reactions. You have to think about something to make it better. Something that makes sense. And doesn't get Loop (Sisyphus?) on your throat as soon as you say it. 

 

"You know, like the language, in the library! Another hiccup."

 

Odile's gaze is puncturing your confidence worst than piercing craft. Be normal, it doesn't involve only you, it wouldn't be good to out Loop like that. That's not Just an excuse. 

 

Speaking of Loop, their hand on your shoulder helps ground you. You want to thank them, maybe you will later. 

 

"Are you guys Stardust's friends? I really want some alone time with them, if you don't mind."

 

They're doing a bad job in being normal with that big weird smile, but it's better than nothing. 

 

"No, not at all! You must need that, right? It's normal."

 

Stars light you path, Mira. Loop (Sisyphus?) still has that smile as they take the bread basket back and thanks her, then take you more into the trees by the arm. Their glove, you cloak, and your sleeve are on the way, and you can still tell they're grabbing you with their nails. 

 

You two didn't walk very far, your party could hear if you yelled, but far enough for Loop(?) to drop the act like a hot stone. Their face darkens in a way that sends a shiver down your spine and their hand grab your shoulder with a bruising grip. 

 

"Why am I back?"

 

"Wh- I don't know."

 

"Did you make another stupid blinding wish?"

 

"No! I haven't even mumbled while carving, I pay attention now!"

 

They glare at you, but lets go with one last squeeze. You'll have to cover a bruise tonight, you're sure. 

 

"And why did you say that to the Kid? I leave for... however long, and you're back at lying?"

 

"Hey! What did you want to say? This is way too weird!"

 

"Weirder than a time loop?"

 

"Do you want them to know?" their angry face falters, and you know you got them. Good "Beside, it's more of a half truth, no?"

 

"No, and I want to smack you for thinking it is."

 

"Well, that's your business. If you don't want to tell, then neither do I."

 

Loop(?) stares at you with an annoyed expression, them grab one of the loaves and bites into it. You can smell nuts. 

 

"I missed you, you know?"

 

They swallow and mumble a "what?" that sounds out of a play. 

 

"I know you don't like me, but I do consider you my friend. I meant what I said back then, Loop." you sink your chin in your cloak. You're not sure if it's any help "Hm, should I still use Loop?"

 

"You can when we're alone, not in front of others. Specially your party."

 

You understand, that doesn't mean you like it, how sad they look saying that. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's having spent so long with just their eyes, but they sure pull a lot of faces, now. 

 

"You know, we don't have to stay together like glue if you don't want to." You try to mimic Mira's soothing voice "Even if I missed you, you can give me a paper and say you have your own life now. I'm sure they'll understand."

 

So will you. You may be "the same", but the truth is, you can't begin to imagine how it must feel to them. 

 

~★~

 

That would be another lie. You just started to think you could actually have a life at all right now, let alone one to stay on.  It feels like a sadistic choice. Your little understudy is sinking needles under your nails while smiling like nothing's wrong. 

 

You don't want to do that again. Have to interact with shadows of your party. Have your beloved family's faces looking at you like a stranger and have to pretend to actually be one, put on a show in an adultered form of who you used to be. 

 

You don't want to part again, either. Not when they're just in your hand's reach, and you know they're willing to reach back, even if under the shadow of another "you". When you have an opening to build a connection, even if not the same. When you can't continue to convince yourself you don't still love them. 

 

"No, I'll roll with this. It's not like I actually have a life to cling to." You give the Traveler a cheeky smile and push away the tiny voice calling you a hypocrite "Besides, how far can my little Stardust make without my help, anyway?"

 

They snort. Is it too late for that smack?

 

"Alright, so, now you're Sisyphus, my long lost twin who somehow got out of the Island between my prank attempt and the country vanishing. And, for consistency, the King have been defeated for little over a month."

 

Prank attempt?... Oh, right. Stars, your parents just wanted you to be healthy, and it resulted in horrors, trauma and the world almost ending. Little tantrum throwing babies, both of you. 

 

You don't think the story was told on this timeline, unless he told this story in the meantime. Maybe you could say you tried to stop him but he rowed before you could get down. That would be funny, wouldn't it? Plot twist, party! The protagonist you grew attached to is the evil twin!

 

... No. 

 

You bite into your nut bread again. You don't chew much, you just want to push the bile back down. 

 

"Sounds good to me. Or as good as it gets. Let's go back before someone comes pick you up."

 

You two come out of your hiding place, and it's clear that the others had been talking. That's fine, it's normal to have questions, specially in the scenario of such a weird coincidence. 

 

You try your best to look normal while not-so-disguisedly pushing the Traveler to the front. He caused this, suffer with the consequences. 

 

"Hm, guys, Sisyphus, they..." You given them a light shake, but the arm squeeze is not light "They have kind of been on the road this time..." blinding- they've been better at this "... And want to know if they can join us."

 

"You don't have to say yes, but it would mean the world to me." You don't have to pretend this time. 

 

You don't know who you expected to respond first, but it sure wasn't Bonnie. 

 

"We're gonna travel with two Frins?"

 

"Identical twins doesn't mean the same person twice, Bonniface." Oh, the irony, oh, beautiful dramatic irony. "But I guess it should be alright. We have been planing to invite Pétronille, after all. Rejecting Sisyphus would be hypocritical."

 

"If you want to be near your sibling again, who am I to say you can't?" the Fighter gives you a warm, welcoming smile; you better not cry in front of them "Siffrin and Sisyphus. Sif and Sisyph."

 

"Some people really think this kind of thing is cute." Or are bad at names, but that part better bem left unspoken. 

 

"That settles it, them." The Housemaiden is visibly more cheery now, not there anymore or well disguised her ever growing anxiety. Or maybe she went back for her meds "I hope we can get along, Sisyphus." And you hope you can get used to hearing this name on their mouths "Now, uhm, how will that affect our usual division? We still have to budget for the inn stay."

 

"Can't I just share space with Stardust?" You ask feigning innocence. The Traveler knows it, the Fighter doesn't, the dragging noise and glance exchange is even funnier because of that. You cover your smile with your hand and try to act like it's out of surprise "Oh, my! I really missed a lot."

 

"You have no idea." The Researcher comments, but doesn't elaborate. What she says next takes you by surprise "We can share a room. Not a bed, however. I value my space."

 

You know that, that's why the offer is a shock. You nod. You don't have to go very deep to find the feeling that it's a trap, but picking on that would be suspicious, and one time doing enough suspicious things got the cat out of the bag, and you can actually die is shame if that happens again too soon. 

 

You're getting a good grade in party member, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve. 

[valve3nthusiast]

That whole cybertronian gestational tanks being really good at incubating alien eggs got me thinking about Transformers being stuffed to the brim with eggs and absolutely loving ever bit of it. Even if they may worry/fear about it happening at first, especially by tentacle monsters that they have zero clue about and being ambushed by it.

Like they're worried about how they can escape this unknown creature or if it's actually thinking about even putting anything of itself inside them. Only to have their worries and doubts dissolve into an overwhelming pleasure when this tentacle creature finally has stuffed either one or more of its tentacles into the bot and begins to fill the gestational tank with their eggs for the bot to carry. And then giving the bot the time of their life when fertilizing the eggs thoroughly before sealing them off inside the bot, just going on for hours to nearly a day making sure this happens.

This ended up a bit more dubcon than this ask was going for but it insisted on going in a certain direction as I was writing it

A skirmish ends with a few 'bot and 'con ships crashing on an inhabited planet. The locals aren't particularly bothered by cybertronian weaponry, but they are particularly hot and bothered due to being in their mating cycle. Not at all concerned about what it's attached to, the aliens quickly start fucking the new wet holes that were stupid enough to stumble into their mating grounds

Neither pleading nor threats get through to these gigantic, cephalopod-like aliens, as the 'bots and 'cons are tangled up in grasping tendrils. Tentacles try to go down intakes, but snapping teeth make that a challenge to manage without being bitten

One poor mech accidentally releases his valve cover, and all the aliens immediately switch to teasing open the captured mechs' panels to get at an easier hole. They stuff every mech's valve with their strange and squishy organic spikes, and every cybertronian sharing this experience together valiantly tries to pretend it doesn't feel processor-blowingly amazing

The bliss of poorly concealed overloads takes a backseat to more panic, when the mechs start to feel the tentacles breaching their tanks and strange lumps traveling up through their valves. The sensation of their gestational tanks getting stuffed full of organic eggs shouldn't be arousing, but the eggs press deliciously into internal sensors, and the aliens quickly shared among themselves that playing with the little nub outside the hole made it tighten in fun ways

The mechs all get their tanks stuffed full to bursting, abdominal plates bulging and internals reconfiguring to ease the strain. Once they've been passed around enough and filled by multiple aliens, the breeding is finished by spraying a viscous fluid into the tank and valve. It dissolves relatively quickly, but as the eggs press insistently at the only available opening, the mechs discover that the gluey fluid jammed their valve covers and tank iris closed

The aliens come back to higher thinking after much vigorous mating, but they aren't particularly sorry about the whole thing. Cybertronians are less than people to them, talking machines with delusions of identity. If anything, they're amused and a bit surprised, as their species has evolved to only mate host organisms on the planet that are capable of carrying their eggs

The cybertronians (and aliens) are just as surprised when the eggs begin hatching in their gestational tank, larvae wriggling out of the iris into their valve channel. They have to beg the aliens to dissolve the glue on their valve covers as the wriggling in their overstuffed tank and valve forces them into overload after overload

When rescue finally comes, the 'bots and 'cons are all mixed together into one loose group, laying together in a frisky pile and kept docile by being constantly eggbound and given numerous overloads

This particular alien species is, unfortunately for cybertronians as a whole, well-traveled. Soon it spreads around a "certain" part of the galaxy that those annoying fucking robots are actually useful for something

Both cybertronian factions are beset by a... relatively minor, but extremely irritating plague of alien sex pests. Bases are raided, trade offers are made for materials in exchange for sex, battlefields are completely grinding to a halt because both sides are too busy getting tentacle fucked to fight

[thoroughlysaucedsparrow]

AAAAAAAAA ITS DONEEE

I measured it and this thing is fucking 6’6-

(materials and process underneath vv)

Materials used:

-3 pvc pipe segments with the screw adapters

-Eva foam : 2mm, 5mm, 10mm

-Foam clay

-Thermoplastic beads

-Metal wire

-Various superglues

-Spray paint

-Acrylic paint

~~ The Pvc Segments:

I started off with three 2ft pvc segments and glued the cross adaptor on the top, then proceeded to hack off and move around pieces as I saw fit. For the top segment I believe I cut off 5in, then glued 3 to the top of the cross pipe and tossed the remaining 2in. I also cut off 8in on the bottom to make way for the spike which is around 5.5in.

(The original pipes, I didn’t really have any other progress pics of this part)

~~ The Main Blade:

I started by going into FireAlpaca and separating the halberd from Sinclair’s sprite, then broke it up into various pieces and used Rasterbator to size up the blade. After that I printed it out, assembled it, and transferred it to freezer paper to adjust it as I saw fit.

After that I cut out two pieces of 10mm foam and glued them together as the main blade, then added the details with some 2mm foam I got from Walmart I think? I proceeded to hack away chunks of foam with Eva foam with a box cutter (and almost sliced my hand open in the process) before sanding the absolute crap out of it)

Once it was all sanded and I was content with it I took my heat gun and sealed all the foam and got rid of the fluffy texture created by the sanding and filled some of the gaps with foam clay.

After the blade I was done I stuck some wire into it, then shoved that wire through some thermoplastic beads I had melted and put in the pipe, and superglued it. It really wasn’t wanting to stay so I added more thermoplastic around the outside and proceeded to add more superglue (Gorilla and Flex Seal glue if I recall correctly) which has seemed to help it stay on. It’s not 100% stable but as long as I’m careful with it I’m ok.

~~

The Spikes:

Just like the blade, I made the pattern based the sprite itself. Using the line tool in FireAlpaca I traced over the top spike and the side spike and got the pattern from that. I resized and reshaped them in a Google doc before printing them out. After that I traced two of the spike pieces, cut one in half vertically and glued them together. After that I used small triangular pieces of foam to connect the corners and with that the skeleton was done (I added wire into the bottom spike for support as it is going to be bashing the floor a lot). i then filled the skeletons with foam clay, making sure to get all the sides even and filled completely.

(I forgot to add the triangle pieces in the bottom spike until later)

Once I sanded them and attacked them with the same method as the blade the base was done!

~~ Painting:

In order to create a stable base to paint on I shoved three wooden dowels into a fertilizer box and hot glued them down. I then broke the halberd down and put each piece on the spike before spraying it with multiple coats of plastidip.

(Note- I taped off the parts that would be screwed down as I was afraid that the paint would interfere with the threading. I don’t know if it would actually cause any problems but I didn’t feel like risking it)

Once that was completely dry I sprayed it with three coats of Rustolem Black High Gloss paint.

Finally, I dry brushed everything with silver paint and added the lettering, using some black paint to mimic the paint chipping.

Once I added two coats of Rustolem clear sealant it was done!! The overall process took about two weeks and I’m quite happy with how it turned out! I may or may not have injured myself a lot during the process because I’m stupid but it was quite a fun project, and I do have more Project Moon props planned for the future such as Don’s lance and Argalia’s scythe. Once I finish my full cosplay I’ll make a post similar to this one :)

[starlitangels]

Good Boy Audios Incorrect Quotes (Part 2)

Faithful: Don't bottle up negative emotions. It's bad for your health

Albus: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both negative and positive. So it all cancels out!

Faithful: *exchanges concerned look with Devlin* T-that's... not how it works.

•••

Odin: You know, when I first met you, I did not like you

Ulysses: I'm aware of that

Odin: But then we spent more time together

Ulysses: Uh-huh.......?

Odin: It did not get better

•••

The Guardian: You know, one of the reasons I live 914 miles from civilization is that I’m kind of allergic to other people’s drama

•••

Albus, after getting a hold of the cursed sword: Due to personal reasons I will be going completely off the f^&*ing rails

•••

Just a Head!Pandora: Can't you try and see things from my perspective?

Odin: Okay *sits on the floor*

Pandora: Listen here, you little sh!+—

•••

Albus: I've slept so little I can now officially smell colors

Devlin: How are you still alive?

Albus: That's a question I ask myself every day

•••

Odin: I have the right to remain silent!

Pandora: Yes, you have the right to remain silent

Pandora: What you Lack is the Capacity

Odin:

Odin:

Odin:

•••

Albus: Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake

Devlin: You're... literally making a Valentine's Day card for the sister right now

Albus: *points hot glue gun at him threateningly* You're on thin f*^&ing ice, Vinny

•••

Ulysses: You're stupid

Odin: That's it?

Ulysses: Give it time. It'll eat at you

*Later*

Odin: Am I stupid?

Pandora: Yeah, a little

Odin: Damn him

•••

The Guardian: I've never been in a snowball fight before. I don't know the rules

Zed: What?

The Guardian: Like, is there a point system or is it to the death?

Zed: WHAT?!

(also Albus and Faithful)

•••

Devlin: I am telling you, go to a healer!

Albus: I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it

Devlin: Fine. I'm calling the sister

Albus: Wait no—

•••

Fenrir: What do you think Odin will do for a distraction?

Pandora: I dunno. Probably, like, make a noise. Throw a rock. That's what I would do.

Ulysses: Probably

*building explodes, triggering several alarms*

Pandora: ... ... ... Or he could... do that...

•••

Albus: Dating tip! Hold the door for your date. Rip the door off its hinges. Then use the door as a weapon to fight off other suitors. Establish your dominance—

Devlin: I’m beginning to see why you’re still single

Faithful: No, no. Let him finish

•••

Yargwynn: I need you

Paradise: For?

Yargwynn: Ever

•••

Albus: Is four a lot?

Devlin: Depends on the context

Devlin: Dollars? No

Devlin: Murders? Yes

•••

Paradise: I am at a loss for words!

Yargwynn, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, my paradise continued to lecture me for 25 minutes

•••

Devlin: Albus, did you do something stupid?

Albus, covered in blood: I think we both know the answer to that

•••

Paradise: I made you a friendship bracelet!

Kalamos: I'm not really a jewelry person...

Paradise: You don't have to wear it if you don't wa--

Kalamos: No. I'm wearing it forever. Back off!

•••

Odin: Ulysses sent me a Get Better Soon card

Tyr: That's nice

Odin: I'm not sick. He just thinks I can do better

•••

Yargwynn: I win

Paradise: I have you pinned to the ground

Yargwynn: I know

Paradise:

(also Albus and Faithful hopefully)

•••

Albus: I may not be your cup of tea but I am your tenth shot of tequila

•••

Yargwynn: Do you think when butterflies are in love they get humans in their stomach?

Paradise: Yargwynn. Darling. Honey. Love of my life. What the F^&* ?!

•••

Makkaro, provoking the Guardian: This is either the best idea I've ever had, or the worst. Stay tuned!

•••

Yargwynn: Alright now, everyone, pay attention. I have an announcement to make and I only have a minute

Paradise: Why, are you in a hurry?

Yargwynn: No. I was referring to all of your relatively short attention spans

•••

Pandora: How long are we gonna stand here and just let him do that?

Odin: Just... give me a minute. This is the most fun I've had in years

Ulysses: *pushing a door that clearly says 'Pull'*

[pants-magic-pants]

Just like that, it's summer in the pacific northwest. You know, that place full of green and rain? Summer. Already. Just a few mild 70° days with the windows open and blue skys, which you may have called Spring... and here we are.

What does it mean for Jareth's coat? I'm already making plans for how and where the hot glue pieces will be stored in case our apartment gets too hot. And, in fact, it forces me to consider postponing the application of the hot glue shenanigans to the rest of the coat until later this year. UNLESS I can do it quickly and then move the coat to a friend's AC-equipted house. As long as it's a safe environment. Ugh. Will need to get it a suit bag, and then not have access to it so easily.

What stupid things to have to worry about! 😂

All because, somehow, when most apartments were built here, no one could foresee apparently that we'd be screwing up the planet and frying the poor trees/ourselves/our dear Jareth costumes.

[yung-terps]

A stream of consciousness. Not a new realization but I check in on distanced people more than they check in on me. I think I have come up with some ideas to play around with for a new poem! A little stoked because I haven't written one in awhile. Keep accidentally hanging out with dudes who ultimately just want to have sex. The benefit of the doubt hardly ever benefits me. There was one cool dude this past week, I guess. The thing is, when they skirt around their intentions, I kind of get off on getting them to just like. Voice it aloud. At some point during the night, I learn he is moving across the damn ass country soon and take note, considering I want something long-term. Later we start to makeout and it's fun, it's whatever. I like kissing. We break away after a little bit and I suggest that we walk to the corner store. He agrees, slipping in an "after". After what? Answer the question. And he eventually did. I want to fuck you. Surprise. He didn't even finger me. It was fine. See you never. My roommate is home from a 2-month thing. I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom... all of its nooks and crannies... I hope they feel welcomed! Still some stuff I want to hang and touch-up, all easily overlooked though. They are my secrets. Things just need to look lived in now. It's all too.... untouched... even though in actuality I spent the last few hours putting my hands all over everything. Arguably the most I have in a long time. Dusting and placing and rotating. You get it though... the living room needs to be hung out in.... broken in. I'm sure the suitcases have already made the place feel less... sterilized and proper... no longer like a set. The overhead lighting in the kitchen is harsh, always has been... often takes me out of reality! I have an idea to hang these paper pyramid-like string lights that I have had for years and years. Some are beat-up but I think it would add to the space... give us more options... and it just would be cute. Before my shower I removed the stain glass lightbulb, only leaving in two small red ones. Stood there, the water nice and hot. Sat on the tub floor. Closed my eyes. Leaned forward. Listened to the music I chose. Got out, screwed the loose bulb back in. I have an ongoing joke with myself that I will find my missing hard drive in a stupid silly fucking place, coping about it an entire year later. I noticed that I had some board games that were still taped shut from when I moved. Laughed with myself about the possibilities and opened them up. I am still holding out hope but no luck this time! I may knock on my old front door one day. I kind of resent the new owners for buying my home though. And how quick it all was. Like, get fucked, but also can I please have my hard drive? I mean, if it's in there. What I did find was a pile of half-used notepad sheets for a game that hasn't been played in forever. Some of them were drawn on by people I no longer speak to. One had a doodle done by my ex-boyfriend. It's weird to think about how I have lived, like, thirteen different lives. I think I would forgive a lot of people. Or even apologize to them. I also found two 8-in-1 retractable ballpoint pens. So, like, some treasure and a lot of thoughts. I did a little bit of glueing and taping and messing around in my journal. I feel I am doing okay in a very general sense. Trying my best and keeping up. I could do better. Can't we all though? Is that a cop-out? I don't care about money, I don't know, it's just practically all my parents would argue about in front of us. I don't care as long as my shit gets paid on time. But I think I have to shift gears and thought processes because I would like to live a little more comfortably, ultimately concerning myself with it less. Gonna look over my resume. Keep going, keep busy. Try to slim down my closet. Fix my camera. Maybe it did end up working on my last trip. Do this and that. Keep on playing Tears of the Kingdom and text dudes less. There's more passion involved with the former. Used used used. Wondering. Navigating. October is almost here.

[pbandjesse]

Jess just got back to her house. I am really glad she came. And today was a lot of fun!

I slept alright. I did not want to be awake when my alarm went off but I knew Jess was in the other room waiting.

So I forced myself up. I got washed up and dressed and felt really pretty in my reception dress. I just love the way this dress fits.

We chilled on the couch once I was dressed and I tried to shake off how tired I was. I kept spacing out. Jess was ready to go though so we headed out to go to Golden West.

We got to Hamden right before 9. We parked around the corner, between two other Subaru Crosstreks which I thought was hilarious. We checked the free library and a cicada landed on me! First one I've seen this year! Jess ran away and yelled at me for touching it. But cicadas are just dumb puppies.

Breakfast was good! Jess got tacos and I got a quesadilla. I didn't like my potatoes but that was alright. I would eat half of mine and saved the rest for later. It was just nice to talk and sit together and day dream about things we hope for. My stomach was hurting a bit but I was still having fun. Jess got a latte to go and I got a cup for my diet coke.

And then we were off. To second chance.

We didn't end up buying anything but I had a blast looking. Even though it was stupid hot in there, despite their industrial fans, it was sweaty and my upset stomach wasn't helped. But there was fun stuff to see. Jess was slightly discouraged because she didn't find anything she loved but I also think that because it's real, she bought a house, it feels like there is to much pressure so it's hard to pick anything. It was still fun to look.

Once we decided we were entirely to hot we headed out. It was drizzling and that felt nice.

I decided we would go to value village.

Jess found a book right away and I found someone I used to work with at the science center. I chatted with her for a few minutes. And tried to find some dear america books but no luck. I did find a yellow shirt dress and a leather tool belt holder. Which I guessed was for an electrician and I was correct when I googled it later!

We left there and we're giggling and just having a great time. We had one more chore, getting my replacement yarn.

So we drove further into Glen Burnie to go to Michaels. Where I was able to get the black yarn and another ball of the speckled white which I had wanted. And with the coupon I had I also got some clearance items (more rainbow loom rubber bands, some hot glue sticks) and the elastic I wanted for the price of just the yarn so it's like I got it for free. Amazing.

Jess got two mugs for her new kitchen and got a giant glass pumpkin drink dispenser. Which was super cool and I'm excited to see how she uses it.

We went next door to Marshalls next. Jess would get a cute piece of Tupperware. I did not get anything but I enjoyed looking. I wanted to buy another water bottle but I did not. Growth.

We headed back to the apartment after that. Moved the stuff Jess got to her car and we brought my stuff inside. I was happy to be back in the AC. It was so stupid humid outside.

We had leftovers for lunch. And Jess showed me more of her Pinterest. I worked on figuring out how to attach the elastic I got to my doc sandals so they would have a back and it took some trial and error but it worked and I was so round of myself. I may add another strap but I really think this will help with the pain on the top of my feet.

I would also work on some knitting. And then Jess fell asleep for a little while. I left her to sleep until 330. Which was when she said she wanted to get on the road. And once she was awake she was surprised she had slept. I walked her to the car. Big hugs. And a promise that the next time I'll see her it'll be at her new house??! I'm so proud of her.

I went back upstairs. I worked on knitting. I enjoyed the ac. And not long after Jess left, James came home.

I was very happy to see them. They were being very silly. We talked for a while. I shared some things from today. And eventually James decided to go for a walk.

While they were gone I took a shower. I washed my hair twice and it was very good. But I still felt sweaty after. It took me a while to find a good temperature. And I would start working on some other projects. Trying out some sewn faces on some bears. Which I for sure don't have a handle on but I'm trying. I need a smaller embroidery hoop I think. And James would come home and would help me unpack my market box so I could refresh it and take out any old papers or things. And I fixed the part of my sign for messed up. I also moved the stickers into their new display and I'm very pleased.

James would make me nachos for dinner. And they would have their own quesadillas. It was just a chill evening.

James went to paint their nails and I kept working in the studio. I started a new knitted loom idea. I'm gonna finish the squares for my one blanket hopefully this week or next. And then I have to decide on the pattern because I'm not in love with the checked. I want it to be funkier. So maybe it'll be sections. We will see.

Now I am in bed. And ready to sleep. I am not sure if I will stay at camp tomorrow but I probably will. I am looking forward to my projects. And it's going to be a good week. I've decided.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourself!!

[worrior-studios]

Kurt's dyed hair

Contains: Rpf (Nirviana)

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57750400

I didn’t know how to feel. I just stared at the mirror in front of me, desperation and agony were the only things I felt. A single tear dripped down my face as I stared at my own reflection. 

I was the definition of ugly. A disgusting mess. I knew that a lot of my fans found me hot but none of them mattered to me. The only person that mattered to me was Krist. 

Ever since I saw Krist at school, I knew that he was the person that I wanted to be with. At first, he didn’t really pay any mind to me but his brother ended up making us friends. Since then, me and Krist have stuck together like glue. 

I ended up getting a crush on him fast. I didn’t know if I was gay or if I was just misunderstood because I wasn’t really like all the other boys. In the end, I realized I was bisexual. I didn’t tell anybody that besides Krist and Dave. Who both supported me.

Falling in love with Krist wasn’t something that I planned or wanted but I know that I can’t ever stop loving him now that I do. He was the only guy to ever give me positive attention and make me feel happy. I feel so happy around him and it's as if my stomach pains fade away with him. I haven’t felt this happy since the divorce. 

Krist seemingly enjoys spending time with me as well. He jokes with me and he’s affectionate. He even kissed me a few times but he reassured me that they were platonic and only to rile the fans up. That made all my hopes for him loving me back break in half. 

He then got with a stupid girl named Shelli. I hate her so much. I don’t know what is so special about her that I don’t have. She doesn’t even look that attractive! Yet, Krist is all over her. I don’t know what I would do if he decided to marry her. I need to change his mind before he makes that dreaded mistake. 

“I have to change myself.” I muttered. “It’s the only way that Krist will love me.” 

Sighing, I wondered what I would have to change. I began to think of what Shelli looked like before getting an idea. If I dye my hair like hers, then that means Krist would find me attractive, right?

I grabbed the hair dye and opened it. It was exactly the color of Shelli’s hair. I knew that Krist was going to love it and hopefully love me.

Not paying attention to the directions on the box, I opened the hair dye and began to apply it to myself. I tried my best to make myself look like Shelli. Even if she is ugly, I’m willing to look like her for Krist. It’s not like I can get any uglier anyway. Despite Krist telling me I’m pretty, I know that I’m not. If I was, then he would be with me and not her.

Soon, my hair was fully covered in the dye. I stared into the mirror. I looked like a mess but that wasn’t because of the dye. It was because of my depression and the fact that it's hard for me to care for myself. 

“Is this going to be enough?” I asked myself. “Is Krist going to love me now?” 

My hair was the shade of Krist’s girlfriend but I didn’t know if that was enough. Krist still may not want me. Although, at this point I'm willing to do anything to make my best friend love me .

Shaking away my thoughts, I left the bathroom and headed into my room, not even bothering to clean up my mess. As soon as I was in my room, I leaped onto my bed and curled up under my blankets. All I want is Krist. I don't know how long I can go without Krist agreeing to become mine.