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simp-ly-writes · 3 months ago

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The Comment Section

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: The youtube comments section ship you and Spencer together heavily and so does the rest of the cast it seems.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, suggestive themes, mutual pining, fluff, attempt at comedy, cheesiness, angst.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART 3.5

─ · · A/N: this is my first time ever trying this format- I hope you all enjoy!

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Hide and Seek (Again!)

Smosh Pit ✓ [Subscribed] Like 53k | Dislike | Share | ... 8.29M subscribers 1.1M views 1 week ago click to expand

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username04 1 day ago (edited) at 10:41 "where's Anthony?!" never gets old username02 1 hour ago 01:11 when the whistle blew at the start did anyone else see when Spencer grabbed (name's) hand?? BC I am losing it over here! ▼ 17 replies ↳ username15 1 hour ago Wait how did in not see thisss?!?! ↳ username11 1 hour ago And when (name) at 20:14 pulls them closer to them in the closet when Anthony nears has me nearing a heart attack ↳ username08 30 minutes ago I am not loosing my mind... you are. ↳ username17 just now And. Yet. They. Deny. Us. username99 2 days ago (Name) and their husband Spencer are now the new certified "just-friends-but-do-all-the-couple-things" couple. username01 1 day ago I have been HERE for this (yourshipname) since day one. username87 3 days ago mr/misses (name) "I feel something poking at me" 17:45 deadpans to the camera then proceeds to throw out half the closet while Spencer stands there still, hands raised has me dying- XD ▼ 142 replies ↳ username02 just now I am DESPERATE for more TNTL with the two of them. Last episode was NOT ENOUGH. ↳ username87 just now BOOST THIS.

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We Are Going Crazy (Don't Win Mario Party)

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username44 5 days ago THAT ARM ABOVE (name) LOOKS AWFULLY COSY SPENCER. ▼ 68 replies ↳ username02 5 days ago If we shout it loud enough, they might finally see. ↳ username06 3 days ago underrated comment 100%. ↳ username05 just now And how he played with their hoodies string, eyelashes fluttering and watched them intro, *heart-flutters* username44 5 days ago The way that Trevor watched as (name) approached and moved down the couch so that Spencer and them could sit beside one another. THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US. ▼ 3 replies ↳ username97 2 days ago And how he had to whip his head with that cone to show his smirk had me dying- hahahhahaha ↳ username97 just now And how at 15:01 Alex just sips his drink just off-camera is gold. username44 4 days ago (edited) 40:53 when (name) immediately goes to cheer for Trevors win is so sweet. How can one have a friendship like theirs???

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Another Marriage at Smosh?! (TNTL #151)

Smosh Pit ✓ [Subscribed] Like 49k | Dislike | Share | ... 8.29M subscribers 400k views 2 days ago click to expand

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username01 2 days ago I have never clicked on a video quicker and been so equally disappointed yet laughed so hard. ▼ 333 replies ↳ username97 1 hour ago IKR this was just straight up mean. ↳ username66 2 days ago They just know their audience too well P-P username04 just now I want emotional compensation, your honour. username05 1 day ago Okay but why did their fake wedding vows to one another feel so real. username32 just now 16:28 The way that (name) just needed to walk out, say one word in a wig, and then walk back had Spencer on the floor crying that quickly needs to be studied. username32 just now Shayne and Courtney, (name) and Spencer is too much to handle all in one video /positive.

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(Name) Plays FNAF For The First Time

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username99 just now Just before watching this saw that (name) blocked Spencer on Twitter. Should I be scared? ▼ 202 replies ↳ username51 just now Mom and Dad are fighting, we should all be scared. ↳ username33 just now The silence in the room once (name) screams I hate you (I forget the time stamp) while looking just past the screen has me sobbing along with them. username01 1 day ago (edited) Looking past EVERYTHING ELSE. At 11:11, how (name) goes "I'm scared, Spencer" and he pauses the game and hugs her with those head pats has me spiralling. ▼ 2 replies ↳ username20 1 hour ago Okay but on this same note, how at the start, (name) was watching so intensely at Spencer explaining the controls and features instead of the screen, nodding along wide-eyed would be me too in this scenario. username11 30 minutes ago To the writers at smosh, this is too much angst for me. ▼ 6 replies ↳ username09 just now You speak on behalf of all of us (yourshipname) shippers. username03 1 day ago Petition for them to come back and play it together next time. ↳ username01 just now You have my vote!

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─ · · A/N: hope this was not a terrible format to read if you made it all the way here to the end. :))

#smosh #smosh games #smosh fanfic #smosh fanfiction #spencer agnew #spencer x reader #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew fanfic #spencer agnew fanfiction #spencer agnew imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #simp-ly #simp-ly-writes #smosh x reader #social media au #youtube au #au #the comments section

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months ago

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life - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 142 - slightly NSFW

"Guess what I heard?" Pandora sang as she entered the room, throwing herself onto Regulus's bed.

"Hmm?" Regulus asked, flipping through the essay he was in the middle of writing.

"I heard that you two depraved assholes got caught with your hands down each others' pants in the library," Pandora announced, grinning, point to Barty and Evan, who were both on Evan's bed.

"Of course you did," Barty rolled his eyes, his entire back resting against Evan's front, Evan's legs splayed around him. "Those Ravenclaws need to get a life, they're constantly spreading gossip."

"Too right," Evan agreed, smirking. "Don't they have anything better to do than to spread rumors about us?"

"So it's not true?" Dorcas asked from Barty's bed, her expression suspicious.

"Of course it is," Barty grinned, looking quite proud. "I'm just saying, it's rude to gossip, is all."

#rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #harry potter #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #the marauders #marauders #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty x evan #evan rosier #evan x barty #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #barty crouch x evan rosier #rosekillermicrofic #rosekiller prompts

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madame-fear · 8 months ago

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˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : part two of my fluff + smut prompt lists for requests, check them out here! requests are currently closed. remember to specify who says what to who when requesting! 彡 last updated : 08/03/2024 — ♡

116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

#might add more later. post number 7001!#fluff prompt #romance prompts #smut prompts #smut prompt #prompts #writing promp #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompt list #writing prompt list #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt list #prompt lists #fluff prompts #amira’s prompts

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screamlet · 1 month ago

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fic: what are your intentions? (COMPLETE)

pairings: buck/tommy, tommy/omc’s, canon background pairings rating: E, section word count: 26k total word count: 142k status: complete tags: tommy pov, canon divergence, character study, queer themes/culture, angst, hurt/comfort, internalized homophobia, found family- THE WORKS. with a happy ending because i wouldn’t do that to you.

Summary:

It’s Tommy and Buck—the family they find and the family they make.

Excerpt:

On Tommy's first day back at Harbor, his locker has a sign taped on the door that says 142 DAYS SINCE KINARD'S LAST HERO BULLSHIT. When Tommy gets through his first two weeks back, they have Maddie, Howie, and Jee-yun over for dinner. Evan bakes him a cake. "I think this is the first cake you've ever made me," Tommy marvels. "I can't believe I asked to marry you before I tasted your cake." "There's a child here," Evan hisses. "There's a Chimney here," Howie hisses, too.

#911 fanfic #911 fic #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan #tevan fic #kinley #tommy kinard #evan buckley #my fic #screamlet #fic: what are your intentions #IT'S DONE I'M FREE god it's 5pm and i'm so sleepy

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iheartchv · 22 days ago

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Hey, can you do a vampire, Leo x F!Reader, but in Bayverse with prompts and can you do it in a lemon too

79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 74. “Just relax.” 89. Mating season 142. “Bite me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 5. “MINE.” and turning into a vampire

Could you add this request to your Masterlist

Sorry this took sooo long, I've been working on my life and trying to figure out/ plan what I'm gonna do in the next 2 years ( I'm living with and supporting my dad until he is able have steady income somehow or someway.) Im sorry if this seems rushed or all over the place, it's been a while since I've written anything and... I've run out of ideas for the vampire TMNT AUs. Hopefully the spooky season can give me inspiration/motivation to start writing again🎃😈🧡💜🖤

Prompts used (c) @turtle-babe83

Everyone involved in the story is 18+ This was written by an adult for adults. ⛔No one under 18 here please.⛔ By clicking Keep reading you give consent that you are mature and of age to read the content below⚠️

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He was taught to stay hidden in the shadows. But the way you looked under the moonlight was enough to make him feel alive, something he hadn't felt for a long time. You were... different, and he couldn't help but to be drawn to you... like a moth drawn to a flame.

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Leo stood before you on the rooftop of your apartment, the pale light of the moon bathing the both of you in the spotlight for an invisible spotlight. He had sent you a text saying that he needed to talk with you. And here you both were, safe from any prying eyes.

"What is it, Leo?"

You crossed your arms across your chest, waiting to hear what the turtle in blue had to say. The way the moon made his eyes glow made him look dangerous. It caused your heart to pound, feeling like a prey to a hunter. You knew that he was a vampire after sometime, knew he was dangeous but... you couldn't stay away from him. You couldn't stop thinking and dreaming of him.

Leo's ocean blue eyes looked you up and down. He felt a stirring inside him. It was a powerful urge to do more than taste your blood... He knew what this hunger was. He had dealt with this feeling for so long, but since meeting you it had intensified. It was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation of taking you as he mate.

He knew you had feelings for him, too. Right now, he could read your mind, hear the sound of your heart starting to race. Even without his vampiric powers, he could tell by the light blush of your cheeks what you were thinking. He took a deep breath and then started to speak.

"Y/N, do you... believe in fate?"

What kind of question was that?

"I... don't know. I've never thought about things like destiny or fate."

"I've thought and meditated about it, and... I believe that you and I were meant to be."

You had so many thoughts running through your mind. Thoughts of you and Leo being immortal, together forever... This was all of a sudden and it had caught you off guard. What was you supposed to say?

"How can you say that? How can you be so sure? We've only known each other for a short time." You continued to spout out nonsense, anything to deny and lie to yourself about the way you felt toward him.

Leo stepped forward and replied,“You can deny and argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” He could see through your meaningless words. Because whether you knew or not, you belonged to him before he knew you. He claimed you the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"Leonardo..."

You felt tears burn your eyes and turned your back to him, thinking that not by looking at him you'd be more rational with your thoughts. However in your minds eye you could see the terrapin's glowing blue eyes, drawing you into the luminious orbs. With a heavy sigh and a soft voice you said to him,"We're both from different worlds, it... it wouldn't work out between us even if we tried."

'You're so cruel to make me feel this way, Leo... I'm just trying to protect us from heart ache... I care for you too much to hurt you.'

Strong arms were wrapped around you in an embrace from behind. Leo had pulled you in, burying his snoot into the crook of your neck and shoulder, letting his senses be enveloped by your scent. He wanted to be intoxicated by you.

He could feel the pain in your heart just by looking into your eyes. He breathed as slowly and as calmly as he could to control his unquenchable thirst for you. This wasn't easy but for you he'd do anything to protect you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. That was out of line and selfish of me... I'm not usually like this, but.. you're the only one who makes me feel this way."

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment and then your hands gently touched one of his arms. The pebbled texture of his skin against the smoothness of your palm was an interesting sensation.

"I know. I... just need some time to think about all of this."

"Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting for you, y/n."

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After a few months, and a few times of spending the night with Leo, you were ready to accept the leader's proposal: to make you his forever. Call it being overconfident, or maybe just being completely stupid, but your feelings for Leonardo made itself be known and in your heart of hearts you loved him. There was no turning back, and there would never be someone who could treat you the way he did. 'Just relax. Lay back and let me take care of you,' he had said to you during your first time with him.

And right now, you were underneath him panting and moaning, with his hands holding your legs back as he rocked in and out of your dripping pussy. He was huge compared to a human and had made you orgasm a few times already... he was just getting started.

Leo was chasing his orgasm, knew he wouldn't last much longer. The urge to bite you, taste your blood, and fully take you as his grew stronger and stronger everytime. But with the last sliver of self control he had he stopped himself before he could sink his fangs into your neck.

“D-don’t hold back," you panted.

“Do you trust me? I... don't want..."

“Yes, bite me, please, Leo~ I want you, I want you," you softly whined.

He heard your mewling plea. How could he resist the look of wanton desire that burned so brightly in your eyes? After all, he vowed to give you everything you wanted.

He purred near your ear then growled, “MINE.”

Then he pierced his fangs into crook of your neck, tasting your sweet warm blood as it coated his tongue and down his throat. As he was doing that, he was slamming his hips against yours, becoming lost in the euphoria he felt right now. The sounds of your mixed crys of pain and pleasure spured him on, wanting to bring you to highest point of paradise.

This time with Leo was different from those other nights. After being spent, you fell into a deep sleep. That is until Leo softly woke you, his voice echoing in your mind. You knew in that instant that you and him were to be together forever more.

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#divider by cafekitsune #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #smut #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leo #leonardo tmnt #lemon #tmnt x reader #leo x reader #tmnt au #iheartchv #ask #request

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 9 months ago

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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is yearn!

(142 words.)

One unexpected factor of dating Sirius is his letter writing.

Yeah, Sirius is effortlessly smart. He passed his OWLs and NEWTs so easily that it's a little scary, but he's made such an effort to distance himself from his family through his behaviour. His vast vocabulary is easy to forget about.

Well, until they're apart for a few weeks, and Remus gets his first letter from his boyfriend. It's all pretty normal, making Remus chuckle in places. Until he gets to the end.

'I yearn for you,

Sirius.'

Just like that, Remus is blushing. It's like his brain short circuits, so thrown by the unorthodox compliment that it almost burrows inside him, sitting beside his heart and warming it. He wants to absorb it, keep the words at the forefront of his mind.

How is he supposed to send anything decent back?

#i have no clue what this is #i just love posh sirius xoxo #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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rivendell-poet · 22 days ago

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Treat request: flangsty aragorn x reader, Aragorn finds reader after being hurt in battle

Of course! I'm 90% sure that flangsty is a mixture of fluff and angst, so hopefully this fufils that criteria! And, of course, thanks so much for requesting! (Also, so sorry this wasn't first day - I will try to be punctual again <3)

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « trick-or-treat »

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 142 words | TWs : Non-detailed injury

As you plunge your sword into the final orc and it goes still, your body finally lets the adrenaline crash. Sinking to your knees you’re not entirely sure if it’s out of tiredness or pain. Because everything does hurt, the smaller wounds and general fighting your bodies endured.

“(Y/n)?” Aragorn’s voice is close to you, and you just begin to turn when he’s right beside you. Eyes sweeping over you, his gaze lingers on the blood before pulling you into a hug. “I’m so sorry, my love. Where hurts the most?”

“My arm.” You admit, and immediately he pulls up the fabric around it, looking at the blood and gently brushing off the worst debris. Careful to not get any dirt in there, and stopping as soon as you tense or let out a noise of pain.

“I’ve got you now.”

« masterlist » thank you for reading *･༓˚✧ Taglist : @starwars2222 / @xiaoseminence / @withasideofmeg / @wordbunch / @bespectacledhuman

#lotr x reader #lotr x you #lotr x y/n #aragorn x reader #aragorn x you #aragorn x y/n #aragorn treat #treat #lotr treat #y/n used

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sycamorality · 4 months ago

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@ceruleanstarbreak okay SO

making this a post bc i love yelling about scavengers.

quick note bc im not sure where else i'd put it: eyes are either really dark, really light, bordering on white or a solid inbetween vibrant color, at least from all the scavengers i've seen and can remember.

the most common colors are grays, whites, blacks, browns and oranges - colors you'd usually see in animals irl like cats or dogs. the rarest are yellow (actual yellow and not an orange that looks yellow) and cyan. accent colors (this is just a term i use - but i use it to refer to the color that sometimes appears on frills/spines and as eartler deco, and on occasion the belly) of these two are much more common than body/head.

i have a folder of the first 11k scavengers (+ a few extra above 11k if they had colors like blue/etc so the numbers are a Little inaccurate but i think they work just fine), and the color commonality (is that a word?) goes as follows: orange - 142* pink - 100* blue - 70 red - 42* ** green - 33 purple - 32 yellow - 0 cyan - 0 *there may be more/less, this is my own view on colors. **there might be more, i'm not sure if i organized all of them yet, i wouldn't be surprised

not counting gray/brown/etc because those are extremely common

all scavengers have heads that are darker than their body, however, there is something called bodyblack that makes the body darker, and sometimes this causes the head to be lighter than the body, because techncially the head is still lighter than the body. 973 is a VERY good example of this!

scavengers also have arm blend - it is always the head color, but can sometimes look like it isn't because the blend doesn't go all the way. (their legs and tail never have a gradient) and we can't forget eartler deco! to my knowledge (i don't exactly know everything about scavenger code but i do know at least a decent bit from observing a whole bunch), eartler deco can be the same color as the eyes, or be a completely different color. eartler deco color can also be used for spine blend (which means the spine blend can also match the eyes or not), even if the eartler deco isn't visible on the scavenger. 6194, 7491 and 4572 are good examples of this!

their head color tends to not stray too far from their body, but sometimes, they do stray pretty far from it! i've noticed some combos are much more common together while others just don't exist at all (to my knowledge of course - i don't know every scavenger but i've seen a whole bunch of them). here's some examples!

whole bunch of interesting combos, yeah? the ones that are more wild like the last three are usually much rarer than the ones you see reoccuring (like the pink/orange + blue and pink/orange + green). sometimes the belly can also get an unusual color (and i'm not exactly sure how that works, it tends to seem like it has a color of its own and tends to be lighter than the body, and on occasion seemingly match the head but not exactly).

now i can really mostly only comment on 0 through 11k, but other combos i've seen (listed [body color] + [head color]) are:

white/gray + green

white + pretty much any* color

cream + pretty much any* color

yelloworange + purple or blue

red or orange + dark brown

gray + purple or blue (most commonly, but any* color is possible)

any pale color + its brighter/more vibrant variant (like pale purple + bright purple)

...and probably more, but they usually tend to match together well, unlike mr no scavnificant harassment (51620372) over here.

now, usually scavenger frills are rather. well, normal looking, and sometimes they just get SUPER frilly, but other times... they can get a little weird!

these are the best examples i have on hand right now, but i think they suffice well enough. 3222 looks like a hunchback, and 1646 has frills that do quite literally float off its body, as does 8804 (while also just having an interesting shape to them). of course there's also the frill colors that can theoretically be practically anything, and those also get wild pretty often

now these aren't the wildest i know of, but they're the ones i have images on hand of.

the rest i can't really comment on at length is the eartlers, 'teeth' (weird little shapes by their mouth) and head shape. sometimes eartlers are really thick and tall, really thin and small, or somewhere inbetween. sometimes scavengers have eartlers on the bottom of their face and sometimes they don't. sometimes two points on the eartlers visually 'merge' together, which is mostly visible if a scavenger has eartler deco, because it still applies to the separate points.

that should be all! unless i forgot something... in that case, oops, my shitty memory strikes again.

#words on the wind #rw scavenger #rain world #sure ill tag this! i think scavengers are interesting

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ms-scarletwings · 1 year ago

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Aberrant Fish

!! Hi there, if you are reading this, know that this post is currently going through a sort of overhaul and revisit as of September. With the release of the Iron Rig DLC, and me finally getting around to finishing it, several updates to the hyperlinks below are in the works to fix some outdated numbering and account for the MANY additional aberrations that the latest expansion has added to existing regions.

The first hint many an angler will get of the dark, insidious secrets these waters hold,

and yet, they are the first thing to be accepted as only another flavor of mundane.

The game text calls them grotesque. The fishmonger calls them corrupted. You get to call them a bonus. Rather than fear and revile them, tradesmen will pay a shiny extra penny to add them into their stock. They are gestured to and spoken of, but never truly elaborated on by the townsfolk. They have probably been here long before most of them, and so will be here long after they are gone. They were certainly here before you. Maybe you don’t need their answers, and yet if you are like me, you still witlessly question and keep dredging for more.

Like many things pulled from those cursed depths, they whisper flecks of madness from an impossible voice. What messages do they carry, and what forces do they play vessel to? Are they the lingering embers from a long-extinguished calamity, or are they harbingers of the next one to come?

I believe we have already seen signs of fire with our own eyes- impossible, great beasts that prowl the four (now five) coasts, the dying cult, gibbering fog…. That damned book. These tortured creatures are but another form of the same smoke.

To the question of where they came from, if your fisherman pokes around enough and braves the darkness, he may have already found a response in one of the many obelisks scattered around the map. Specifically, I refer to this.

This would suggest the aberrants themselves are what leaked in through the cracks that the largest of all monsters wants to rend apart? Not entirely, but in part. For the researcher at the Stellar Basin came to her own conclusion I want to factor in.

Her words give credence to the possibility that it is actually those greater beasts themselves at the heart of the corruption. I think she was half onto something, because what if these twisted forms, both large and small, were blooms along the same set of festering roots?

The more dark stones you disturb in the frenzy of your own madness, the more you learn about the age before your arrival, about the islands, and especially about their current guardians. The Mindsuckers- carrion puppet masters given a home, the Basin creature- a spore that miraculously survived its dive to the abyss, and the Serpent- lifeless stone made animate and malicious, all had their creation remembered in great detail by the obelisks. Some hints point that their emergence was rather recent, relative to even more powerful beings, such as the leviathan.

Maybe there are even more unseen horrors far below, blessedly out of our reach, for now. My view is that the malformed beasts are the aimless children of such unfathomable things waiting beyond the veil. With them came its influence, and its corruption, and from them it continues to spread to all life surrounding. The smaller rifts were always a transformative disease upon the harbor’s fish, but with the rise of the new monsters, the sickness runs farther and less avoidably than ever. Whether these aberrant spawn are a gift to the worthy, or another deceptive evil that leads to madness remains left to be seen.

I will be giving a spotlight to each of these fascinating specimens at the back of Dredge’s encyclopedia, including those found in the expansions, for further comment and appreciation. Updating the list below as we go along!

[#104-109]

[#110-115]

[#116-122]

[#123-129]

[#130-135]

[#136-141]

[#142-148]

[#149-154]

[#155-159]

[#160-164]

[#165-168]

[#169-172]

[#173-180]

[#181-187]

[#188-194]

[#151-156] [update still WIP]

[#157-162] [update still WIP]

[#213-218]

[#219-224]

[Bonus I. Night Angler]

[Bonus II. Serpent]

[Bonus III. Basin Creature]

[Bonus IV. Mindsuckers]

[Bonus V. Unseeing Mother]

[Bonus VI. “Narwhal”]

#dredge game #dredge #dredge analysis #aberrant fish #grotesque fish #dredge spoilers #scarlet talks about things

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dichromaticdyke · 7 months ago

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SKWISGAAR DOESN'T HAVE A TYPE AND I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING HE DOES

yeah, yeah, he's the guy who loves fat women and gmilfs. but he's not. fandom greatly overblows skwisgaar's "type" in women, and as the CEO of skwisgaar i won't stand for this anymore.

reminder before we get started, i'm not denying that skwisgaar is attracted to fat and elderly women, because he is. instead, this is a response to the way in which fandom acts like those are the only women he's attracted to.

because i have no life, i scrubbed through every episode and kept track of every woman who skwisgaar expresses interest in, whether with sexual comments, sexual encounters, making them his groupies, or giving them children. (no screencaps because i WILL go above tumblr's image limit). i might have missed some, but this is a large enough sample size to prove my point.

01x01 "The Curse of Dethklok": 1 (elderly/fat) 01x09 "Mordland": 1 (elderly/fat) 01x16 "Dethkids": 2 (1 elderly/fat) 01x18 "Girlfriendklok": 2 02x07 "Dethwedding": 2 02x10 "Dethgov": 3 (elderly/fat) 02x13 "Klokblocked": 4 (1 elderly/fat) 02x14 "Dethsources": 2 (elderly/fat) 03x05 "Fatherklok": 48 (8 elderly/fat) 03x06 "Fertilityklok": 54 (6 elderly/fat) 03x10 "Doublebookedklok": 18 (7 elderly/fat) 04x06 "Writersklok": 2 The Doomstar Requiem: 3 (1 elderly/fat)*

TOTALS: 142 young/thin women: 111 (78.17%) elderly/fat women: 31 (21.93%

*note: for DSR, since so many of the visuals are meant to be taken non-literally, i only focused on the ones that seemed to be direct representations of reality or of his genuine feelings. in this case, i focused on the beginning of Partyin' Around the World with the band at mordhaus and his fantasy in How Can I Be a Hero where he dreams about being married.

so. what does this tell us? more often than not, in canon, skwisgaar is depicted as having sex or sexual feelings towards thin women who are closer to his own age. despite this, even in canon, an emphasis is drawn to his attraction to gmilfs and fat women, most notably with him demanding to be put in charge of "dems old ladies" in florida.

i wanna draw attention to this interview, notably at timestamp 2:14

youtube

transcript:

Dethklok Minute Host Graham Hartmann: What is it exactly that you love about the-the larger and more elderly ladies? Skwisgaar: I thinks beautiful womens—what peoples calls "beautifuls womens"—amn'ts, uh...gets uglies after a whiles, you gets sicks of them, like eatings the same meals everydays, and you starts to turns to more exotics things that ams nots on the mains menus. So, uh, that would explains that. [underlines added for emphasis]

he doesn't have a type for fat or elderly women. he just can get any woman he wants whenever he wants, and since he does see beauty in all women, he wants to appreciate all women lest he get tired of them.

so, why is there such this hyperfixation on the elderly and fat women as objects of skwisgaar's attraction? as evidenced by both canon and his own words, he doesn't have a preference for them, he simply enjoys them as he would any other woman.

i'm gonna put it bluntly, this is where my silly skwisgaar analysis goes into actual feminist critique: it's because people still find it unusual at best or fetishistic at worst to be genuinely attracted to older and/or fat women. that's the whole thing. everyone—from fandom to interviewers to even the show (by making his attraction to older and fat women an inherent joke aspect of his character)—focusing on this aspect of his attraction does so because, on some level, they cannot fathom a young(ish, depending on what age you headcanon him to be), thin, conventionally attractive man being attracted to women who don't fit that mold.

and, in some ways, there is some reality to this—women's beauty is still held up to an insanely high standard, and generally it's more accepted for average-looking men to have attractive female partners than for average-looking women to have attractive male partners. societal standards for women's beauty and expectations for what men should find attractive is what this joke hinges on, and honestly? it's really frustrating to see this reiterated so often in the fandom. because skwisgaar never really acts particularly fetishistic towards any of the women he's attracted to. you could argue the "exotic" comment was, but he was still talking in terms of his food metaphor, and he's not exactly the best at expressing himself in english.

he loves all women. he genuinely does, his attraction to them has no size, race, or age—any consenting adult woman is game. i don't know about you, but it's fucking refreshing to see any kind of character like that. lesbian skwisgaar rights who said that

#dichromaticdyke.exe #Metalocalypse #Skwisgaar Skwigelf #written in a fit of divine madness #this one's not that good but i've been meaning to get this out for a while so. here we go.

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wisteriaiswriting · 6 months ago

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HI!! do you write yanderes? if so can you write yandere venture headcanons?

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖

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I do write for yanderes, available for all characters I write for!

There’s absolutely no escaping them once you’ve caught their attention.

The closest you can get is to distract them for a while.

But they’ll realise your plan quickly enough before starting to chase you.

So the best time to try escape is when they’re distracted by either their work or hobbies.

When they use their drill, they will always outspeed you.

But even without it, they’ll manage to keep up. (Unless you’re an athlete.)

Lovebombing.

That’s all I need to say.

You can barely take a step anywhere without some sort of attention from them.

They absolutely cannot handle seeing you cry.

Will do everything (Except freedom) to try stop your tears.

Can and will bring you into the public.

Look at them, they already get plenty of stares, a few more doesn’t hurt.

And they’ve trained you enough to behave.

Right?

#overwatch x reader #overwatch x male reader #yandere #yandere overwatch #overwatch venture #overwatch venture x reader #venture x reader #venture x male reader #yandere venture #wisteria♥

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looneyleyle · 7 months ago

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the self-destructive habits of a hopeless romantic ~ j. hughes

synopsis: monetizing one's self-sabotaging habits, surprisingly, has its downfalls. one of them being leaving that one attractive hockey player that is an absolute gentleman who loves you with his whole entire heart.

warnings: self-sabotage, self-deprecation, angsty (but with happy ending)

word count: 3425 words

note: once again unedited but i wanted to get this one out there

???'s pov

time and time again, the world has seen the self destructive habits of humans. well, that makes it seem serious. the world has seen the countless missed opportunities due to a fear of another's reaction. the world has seen the blunders due to saving face. the world has seen the heartbreaks due to miscommunication. time and time again, the world has seen how people sabotage their own lives for the dumbest reasons.

esther graham was no different.

in fact, she capitalized on her ability to put herself into the worst emotional distress possible. every heartbreak produced a great work of literature that would nearly sell out in bookstores all over the northeast. she wasn't a new york times best seller by any means, but she was a small town writer from mont vernon, new hampshire. she made a name for herself during her time at hamilton college in their creative writing program. in her junior year of college, she published her first book, woes of a teenage failure, a novel following what could have been for a young college drop out named sophia. the book was a hit amongst her peers and professors, and by word of mouth, ended up selling 200 copies. the book, as ms. graham remarked, was her own "what-if" story, as she almost dropped out of college the beginning of her sophomore year.

and how do i know so much about ms. graham?

well, because i am ms. esther graham.

and i'm here to tell you all about the biggest blunder of my life.

after my first book, i hit major writing block. i would stare at my computer screen for hours just to delete the only three words that i could come up with. i would sit in coffee shops, pen in hand, ready for inspiration to strike, and yet, nothing. i was nearing the end of my college career, riding on the coattails of my first and only book's success, and couldn't figure out how to continue. my professors taught me plenty of ways to try and combat writer's block, but nothing worked.

until i met ryan. a devilishly handsome man all the way from the cheese state of wisconsin, who was meeting up with some college friends for the annual boston beanpot. we had our meet cute at a nearby pizza joint, in which i sat down and started chatting with him, thinking he was a publisher that i was supposed to meet with. after realizing my blunder when he had absolutely no idea what an anthology was, he asked if i wanted to join him and his friends at the beanpot, as one of their friends had cancelled, leaving them with an extra ticket.

ryan and i dated for four months. we would take turns traveling between my college in new york and his in wisconsin until eventually it became too much, or should i say, too little for him, and he broke it off. in my rage and complete depression from the breakup, i wrote my next hit, until the sun sets, a 142-page anthology of gut-wrenching poems, which was eventually integrated into hamilton college's curriculum for their young adult modern literature class. i was quite proud of that.

after that, i found myself yet again staring at blanks screens and empty notepads.

that is, until chloe. a beautiful new york native whom i had actually met while dating ryan. she was a hostess at a restaurant ryan and i would always go to. she was pursuing her masters in psychology, which gave me fascinating insights and tactics to use in my books. we were never officially together, but we had something for almost three months before she was whisked off by some californian named ella. i never saw her again, which prompted my next book, the ninth floor, a murder mystery following a closeted lesbian couple in 1940's hollywood (it was one of the girlfriends the whole time).

at this point, when i hit a creative block for the third time, i realized that i needed my heart or brain to be in absolute shambles in order to produce my best work. i needed to be at some sort of life crisis, and the easiest way to do so was to love another and let that love be ripped out of your life.

so, i began dating for the sake of my career. it was like i sought out the most manipulative, scummy people in the world who were able to get away with it just because they were attractive. over the course of a year, my first year out of college, i dated a total of three men and one woman, and poured my emotions out into a collection of short stories titled lavender.

and that was when i met jack.

i was in new jersey for a book signing at this little bookstore which, as it turns out, was right by the prudential center. as i left the bookstore, i was nearly run over by an overly excited man-child with a giant bag slung upon his shoulder.

"luke, watch out, you nearly killed that woman!" a voice yelled from where the man came from.

"i'm so sorry about that miss, my brother can get a bit overexcited sometimes." looking at the person talking to me, i found a young, very attractive brunet with the most adorable smile. i straightened myself up instinctively, wanting to appear presentable.

"no worries. if you don't mind me asking, what got him so riled up that he almost trampled me?" the man let out a laugh at my statement.

"of course, we owe you at least that much for your near-death experience. he just got nominated for the calder trophy." he explained, as if those words meant anything to me. seeing my blank stare, he clarified. "a rookie of the year award. we play for the new jersey devils." the boy in question came up and joined us, grinning ear to ear.

"ahhh, i see. i'm not a big hockey watcher, which i know is absolute blasphemy for someone who grew up in new hampshire." his jaw nearly dropped.

"you're from up here and don't like hockey? we have to change that." he exclaimed. in my peripheral vision, i could see his brother trying to hide his laughter at his brother's forwardness.

"ill have to come and watch a game sometime." i mused.

"we have a game coming up next week against the blue jackets. i could maybe snatch you a seat in exchange for your number." he proposed. his brother snorted at that, having to turn around to hide his obvious laughter. the man paid his brother no mind, just looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"trying to bribe me mister?"

"is it working?" i put my hand out and he immediately put his phone in my hand, adding my information into his contacts.

"esther? that's nice, you look like a esther." i quirked an eyebrow at him, but continued on anyways.

"and you? what should i call you?"

"call me yours. or jack, either works." the brother was doubled over on the floor at this point, jack finally acknowledging him by kicking him slightly, making him fall over.

"anyways, ms. esther, we have to get going, but ill see you next week at our game." he put out his hand for me to shake.

"you've got yourself a deal jack."

and just like that, jack and i started talking. his eagerness was cute, he texted me no more than ten minutes after meeting me. we talked every day, mainly on calls, asking each other questions and such to get to know each other.

and sure enough, the next week, i found myself back in new jersey watching the brothers play. i assumed jack was going to be some sort of benchwarmer or something, but that didn't seem to be the case. despite my lack of hockey knowledge, i could tell the boy was good, and he had quite a fan base if the amount of women wearing his jersey meant anything. and i felt severely out of place, simply wearing a grey sweater and jeans, unlike everyone else in the stands, decked out in red.

after that, i found myself going to a couple more hockey games, for no particular reason. jack would try to explain the game over video calls and our occasional coffee meet ups, but i couldn't for the life of me wrap my head around it. why do they all get off the ice every five seconds? and what the hell is offsides?? jack always laughed at my confusion, telling me that i'd get it one day.

we spent a couple months thriving off of video chats and once-in-a-blue-moon hangouts, until i got a job as an editor for a local paper. i was good at editing, always having good grammar and an eye for design, but it wasn't my dream. despite it not being my dream, i needed a stable income, and fast. my mind was devoid of ideas, and it didn't seem like that would change any time soon.

plus, it helped that this stable income happened to be in new york city, putting me a lot closer to a certain someone. and, with me being closer, that certain someone would pop on by a lot more than before. and eventually, chinese takeout dinners turned into staying the night, which turned into coming up for the weekend, which turned into the line of friendship being crossed into something more.

and then, i made the dumbest mistake of my life.

i let him go.

now, i know what you must be thinking. he must have done something wrong, he must have cheated or neglected me or done something so completely unforgivable that i would just throw away the most amazing thing in my life. and i wish i was here to tell you that was the truth.

but it wasn't.

jack was nothing but a gentleman, and i was just a broken girl doing the only thing i knew how to do: leave. i like to tell myself that it was for my career, that i needed to write another book, that i wasn't fulfilled in my job and that i was putting myself first by doing this, but i was perfectly content with my life. i was an editor for a major publishing company, i started writing little happy poems about my mundane life with jack, and wanted nothing more. i had no reason to run away. i just woke up in his bed one day and realized that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and i couldn't accept that. i had gotten so used to leaving people that i assumed that they would leave me if i hadn't done so first, and i couldn't lose the one real thing i ever had.

so naturally, my self-destructive, self-sabotaging self let him go, the exact opposite of what i wanted.

and when i got back to my apartment after writing jack a confusing and half-assed letter, i cried. i cried and cried and cried, and i always wrote about characters crying until they couldn't anymore, but that day, i couldn't find the end to my tears. for hours tears would either slowly leak or violently pour from my eyes, and they never did end, not even when i passed out on my couch from exhaustion.

and after a week, i was expecting to pick myself up and start writing my next best seller, coping with my writing. but i sat there, and my florescent computer screen simply sat there, staring back at me. and when i left my apartment for a change of scenery, the blank pages of my notebook mocked me. i flipped through past works, all of them being little poems about jack, and the waterworks continued, right in the middle of a starbucks.

after a week and four days, i couldn't take it. i had to make things right, i had to at least see him. it always worked in the books, right? someone makes a huge mistake, they break up, they see each other again and realize they're both miserable without each other and then get back together and live happily ever after.

when i knocked on the door to jack's apartment, i was met with an unimpressed looking luke. at the sight of him, the waterworks started up again.

"you're an idiot, you know that?" i nodded furiously at this, sobs wrecking through my body. i couldn't see through the tears in my eyes, but i could tell the luke hadn't moved a muscle.

"he deserved better and you know that." i felt my soul being crushed. "i mean, a letter? seriously esther? and a half-assed one at that. i know damn well you don't have a degree in creative writing for that bullshit."

i opened my mouth to explain, but nothing came up. what would i say, that i was a broken person? cop out. that i did it to everyone? not much better. that i got scared? fucking coward.

"if you think that you deserve to see my brother, then i'll let you in." he told me, moving out of the way, door open wide. i just stood there, staring at him through teary eyes. my brain cheered, finally able to go in, but my feet wouldn't move.

my heart still clenched and ached, and with every thought of moving forward, into that apartment, it hurt more. jack didn't deserve this. after all the nights of him reading my poems about him and praising my work, after all the sweet things he'd say when i was down, after all the little acts of kindness he showed me, after all the love he poured into us, he didn't deserve to be broken by me. hurt people hurt people, the scholars had that right. he didn't deserve to be broken.

and so, i got ready to leave, again.

"i'm sorry." was all i said, turning around with heavy legs and a heavy heart. i heard luke let out a sigh as i walked away, closing the door behind him.

a couple of days went by and i found myself back at their apartment. i knew they wouldn't be there, they had an away game in anaheim the night before, and i knew from my time with jack that they would always spend the night in the city before coming back, especially after a win, a 5-0 win no less.

i stood there in front of their door, a small box in my hands, contemplating. jack didn't deserve this, but a selfish part of me needed this. i placed the box gingerly outside of their door and left the building. if the box was taken by some nosy neighbor, or thrown in the trash by some janitor, then it would be fate. it would be a sign to move on. but, there was a chance that jack and luke would come back to their apartment, and would pick up the box, and jack would recognize my handwriting. and, instead of throwing the box in the trash like any normal self-respecting person receiving a box from their shitty ex, he would take it to his room, and open it up to see my notebook, with a bookmark starting at the pages when i first started seeing him. and he would read the poems and maybe, just maybe, he'd see the note written on the bookmark to meet me at the park near his apartment, and maybe, just maybe, he'd be willing to hear me out.

i went to that park every single day for exactly one month and six days, always arriving by 1 pm, never late. and i would stay there until 4 pm, waiting.

on the 37th day, i was sitting there, editing, funnily enough, a sports column about the recent devils and islanders game. i watched it, absolutely terrible game it was, the islanders beating the devils for the first time in the season. our sports journalist, while passionate and very knowledgeable about seemingly every sport out there, had a knack for writing long, run-on sentences that reflected his rambling nature. as i sat there on the same park bench i had been sitting on for the previous 36 days, a figure stopped in front of me. i finished up the sentence i was working on before looking up.

and while i hate cliches, the wind was absolutely knocked out of my lungs.

"h-hey jack." i started, immediately putting away my work, giving him my full attention.

"hey esther." a shiver ran down my spine from him just saying my name. it had been so long, and while it lost its loving tone, i welcomed it with open arms. jack moved, taking the spot next to me, looking out at the trees in front of us. when it became apparent he wasn't going to say anything, i started the conversation.

"i see you read the notebook."

"i finished it three weeks ago." he replied, voice lacking its usual emotion. tears welled up in my eyes. three weeks.

"oh."

"i came here immediately after finishing it." i felt my eyes bulge out of their sockets at that. he continued, "i went to that bench over there and watched as you fidgeted in your spot, looking frantically at everyone who passed by. i watched the next day as you sat in the pouring rain with no umbrella. i sat over on that bench every day that i was here since reading your notebook."

a silence fell upon us, my mind reeling, trying to figure out what he was trying to say, from his emotionless face to the fact that he came.

"do you know how much it hurt? waking up to empty sheets and some half-assed note with the lamest excuses on earth?" i hadn't really paid mind to the tears rolling down my cheeks until he brought that up, sending me back to that morning, quickly scribbling out some gibberish before leaving the best part of my life behind.

"i was going to wait another month, y'know. to see if you were still gonna come here every day."

"so why didn't you?" i asked, sniffling intensely, trying to calm down my sobs.

"luke said i was absolutely miserable without you. coach told me i wasn't focused. my teammates pointed out that i barely left my apartment. the icing on the cake was when my mom started asking if you would be coming over to the lakehouse this summer. i realized, as pathetic as it seems, that i can't live without you."

my attempts at stopping my crying were thrown out the window at that. i could probably fill the hudson river with the amount of tears i had shed over the past two months.

"how can i make it up to you. please, please let me make it up to you." i begged, fully facing him, my hands angrily playing with the sleeves of my shirt because if i didn't, i would be reaching out to the man in front of me.

"never pull that shit again." he bargained, looking me dead in the eyes for the first time in months. and in that moment, i saw just how bad he was doing. sunken eyes with heavy bags, his skin dull, hair slightly unkempt under his hat.

"never again." i promised, putting out my pinky to him, something he would always do when he promised me to not get hurt in games. he let out a hoarse laugh, looking away from me, and when he looked back, i saw the tears brewing in his eyes. he took my pinky in his and held it there, between us.

"now, i'm not gonna just take you right back after all that. that was really shitty and i need some time to get over that. but, as i've found out, i can't really function without you. so maybe you could start with coming to my games again, and i could take you out for coffee next week."

"sounds perfect."

i accepted my life as an editor for the local newspaper, accepted that i probably wouldn't write another page-turning sell-out book, accepted that i was completely content with whatever happened to me, so long as jack was there with me.

and with that, my self-destructive, soul-crushing, heart-breaking tendencies reached their end.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x oc #new jersey devils #fanfic

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fillinforlater · 8 months ago

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8.000

As of March 27th, this blog has reached a total of 8.000 Followers!

Here are a couple of stats about my blog:

Active since: 13th September 2021

(that is 927 days or roughly 2,5 years)

(that is also 8,63 new followers per day)

First fic: Castle of A Thousand Spiders ft. Eunbi (721 Notes)

Longest fic: Just Testing ft. 30 idols (31.577 words)

"Best" fic: C.Ollection ft. 9 idols (2.552 Notes)

My notes total is 123.409

18 fics have passed the allusive 1.000 Notes barrier!

I'm very grateful that I got to celebrate so many milestones along this journey, from thinking I'll just have a couple of horny thoughts and write them to these ever expending fic-universe-series-things. Tumblr might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but it kinda feels like home (how cheeesy).

I'm even more grateful for all the people I got to meet. I had more than just a good time with them. You (as a whole) and you (in particular) mean a lot to me. Thanks for the fun time. I hope we get to talk again in the future!

8.000 isn't the milestone anyone is really looking forward to I believe, but it's still an absurd number of people. I couldn't know that many people, let alone befriend them. 8.000 friends could give you 5$ each and you'd be fricking rich!

Hey, thank you if you are part of this 8.000... and if you are not: what are you waiting for?!

I have:

142 fics and more to come

soon 100+ idols written about

from soon 40+ groups

a huge a variety in terms of length

in terms of settings

and in terms of kinks

I have futa fics if you are into that

I have female reader fics if you are into that

I have once written a fic with 30 idols

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #milestone #8000 followers

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 1 month ago

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The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 17: Death Sentence

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 2.7k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, your Sukuna X Reader, Megumi X reader

Masterlist | Next

Manga Spoilers: Chapter 138-142

You sigh, worry overtaking your expression as you notice Yuuji sitting there on the staircase. However, you don't approach him.

" Do you think I was too rude? By pushing him to allow us to tag along?"

From beside you, Sukuna glances at you in annoyance.

" The brat should be grateful you're even willing to stick around him after that shit he pulled in the first place."

You sigh.

" That wasn't him, Sukuna. That was you."

He glances at you again, his brows pulled together in mild confusion.

By now, he understands that the other Sukuna is completely different. A 'King of Curses' apparently, but that doesn't mean that he actually understands.

" Nuh uh. I don't have cursed energy."

You glance at him in mild annoyance.

" Not you, no. But other you-"

" Like Coraline?-"

" Yes, Ryomen Sukuna, not Itadori Sukuna."

" Still that ain't me.-"

You huff, groaning in annoyance, and finally, your best friend drops the attitude.

" Fine, fine. I get it. Yuuji and Ryomen work different. Still. I nearly lost you. I don't accept that shit. If Yuuji lets Ryomen out again, I will be forced to make a choice I don't actually want to make."

You nod at him, sighing as you lean your head against his shoulder. Like always, he doesn't mind. Not necessarily reinforcing your affection, but not pushing you away either. Secretly enjoying having you close like this.

Truth to be told, he knows who he would pick. Originally, he had viewed this universe's Yuuji the same as the brother he grew up with, but he's not. He can see that Yuuji doesn't trust him. It's annoying. Especially how several people only look at him and see a monster.

Sukuna doesn't even realize it when he's lost in thought, blankly staring at you.

" What? Is there something on my face?"

He blinks, lazily, and flicks your forehead, not saying a thing.

Yuuji walks past the two of you before you can yell at your best friend.

" Let's go."

The plan is easy.

Yuuji and Choso form a team, and you and Sukuna form a team.

Currently, both Yuuji and Sukuna are on the bridge. They'll clap, and sprint each one way. Sukuna will run to you, Yuuji will lure the other curses hiding in the water towards Choso.

Easy as that.

Sukuna glances at this universe's version of his twin, noting he's been staring at him.

" What?"

Yuuji blinks. Sukuna appears annoyed, his voice gruff as his brows furrow together in annoyance.

Yuuji shakes his head, not really knowing why he was staring at him for a second either. You trust him. Yuuji supposes he should too.

He takes a deep breath, raising his arms. At once, both boys clap.

For a moment, silence follows, and then the curses jump up out of the river. Both boys sprint in the opposite direction.

" Aye Little Shit!"

Your eyes widen as you notice the cursed spirits who seem to follow them. They're huge.

" Where'd you even find these?!"

You can reach out to the water flowing in the river, and you do so, creating several sharp, high speed whirring circles of water, you use them to cut through the ugly curses, exorcising them one by one.

Sukuna raises a brow, nodding his head at your quick, clean work.

" That was neat. You've gotten better at your silly circles."

You nod.

" Yeah, well, this universe certainly has a way of forcing one to get better. You'll see."

He hums.

" Let's head back to the other two."

Barely a few moments later, you join Choso and Yuuji.

" As impressive as ever, little brother. "

" You're still calling me that?"

You blink at Choso's words, and Yuuji's reaction, but decide not to comment on it.

" I'll keep calling you that, over and over. Try to recollect. After all, your father had stitches on his forehead too, correct?"

Yuuji doesn't get a chance to respond to that. Instead,-

" I don't see Megumi."

All four of you glance up, only to see Naoya Zen'In standing on a bridge over the road you're stood on.

Ew.

Naturally, you hate Naoya. You've totally met him a handful of times due to clan formalities, and you've disliked coming across him in each of them.

" Am I the first one here?"

You blink. Why does he want Megumi?

" Is that possible? Is he that slow?"

Finally, he looks down on the four of you, although his eyes seem to be focused on Choso and Yuuji.

" What are you two doing? You totally stand out. Don't you want to run?"

Yuuji furrows his brow.

" Run?"

" Haven't you heard? Now that Satoru's support is gone, your death sentence is back on."

From a few paces beside you, you can see Choso furrow his brows in anger.

He most probably didn't know about it.

But then again, neither do you or Sukuna.

" Death sentence?"

Naoya's eyes turn to you, only now noticing you.

" Aah, a woman? How interesting. Didn't see you there."

You hate the smirk on his face as he looks at you.

" Good for you. What death sentence?"

" Ah- the day I swallowed the first Sukuna finger, the elders originally sentenced me to secret execution."

You gape at Yuuji, as Sukuna makes an ugly expression.

" You're so soft you're allowing them to sentence you to death? They're old. Let's just find them and beat them up. It should shut them up."

You blink over your shoulder at Sukuna.

Originally, usually, you would be against this. Now however? You're totally game for this.

" I'm game for that-"

" Ryomen Sukuna? No, you're someone else."

Naoya Zen'In appears to be smarter than you had originally expected.

That sucks.

" Interesting.... Well, my business is with Megumi. I honestly don't care if any of you live or die. But I can't have you scampering around.. so I'll start by breaking your legs."

Yuuji doesn't appear to be concerned with the threat aimed obviously at him, Naoya's smirk evident as he looks at the younger kid.

" What do you want with Fushiguro?"

" I think I'll have him die. But it'd help if he wrote a little something for me first."

Yuuji's eyes sharpen, and in a second, Naoya is in between Yuuji and Choso.

Your eyes widen, as does everyone else's.

" I heard Megumi is looking for you."

It's all Naoya says before throwing a harsh punch at Yuuji, too quick for him to dodge. Choso is quick to try landing a punch back, but Naoya is quicker, blocking him with what appears to be ease. Finally, both Yuuji and Choso both aim to punch him, and suddenly, he's gone. Now stood on the other side of the road.

Your eyes widen. You've never actually had to fight Naoya before. Not to mention that the Naoya from your universe wouldn't fight you because you're a woman.

" I didn't know he was that quick."

Sukuna nods, readying his stance for a fight.

" Me neither. "

In response, Naoya's eyes sharpen as well.

" Shall I try... upping my speed?"

His edginess is abruptly cut off when an overbearing amount of cursed energy suddenly joins the scene.

Everyone's eyes widen, turning in the direction of the source. (Except for Sukuna, who is just really confused. He can't feel cursed energy nor see it the way you can after all.)

" Hm? You're not alone."

Yuta Okkotsu has joined the scene.

Sukuna steps closer to you.

" Just to be sure, he's on our side, right?"

You shrug.

" In all honesty- I have no idea."

" Who are you?"

Yuuji doesn't know him. That is most probably bad news.

Yuta's eyes flit over Choso, before also flitting over to you and Sukuna. In confusion, his eyes switch between Sukuna and Yuuji, the question obvious.

Aren't they supposed to be one person?

" So you're Yuuji's executioner?"

Choso's question causes his gaze to slide away from you and your best friend.

Feeling ignored, Naoya raises his hands in the air.

" I'm on your side. You're Okkotsu, right?"

You can see the realization dawn in Yuuji's eyes.

" Why does Yuuji have an executioner?"

Sukuna keeps his voice soft, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

" Because of other you, I think. I'm not all too sure."

He nods.

Naoya and Yuta seem to be catching up, with Naoya admitting himself to Yuta's side.

Which leaves the worst conclusion. In this universe, Yuta is not on your side.

" You gotta run, Yuuji."

Yuuji turns to Choso.

" Will you be alright?"

" Yeah, I will. Sukuna'll stay with me. Y/N should go with you for cover. You're the one they want. Focus on getting away from the one with black hair, Okkotsu. My guess is that if you fight him, you die."

Yuuji glances at you shortly. You nod, glancing back at him. Sukuna sighs, scoffing as he looks at Naoya.

" Whatever. Let's just get this over with."

It's like his words put in a chain reaction.

Choso is technically the first to move, trying to use Piercing Blood to stop Yuta in time. Technically, Naoya moves before that, because he blocks Choso's attack. Yuuji is off sprinting, and honestly, you're left gaping. You forget that that guy can take off like a rocket. Sukuna bypasses you, calling out a short 'change of plans' as he tails after Yuuji. Which leaves you with Naoya and Choso.

Naoya has kicked Choso in the stomach, quickly followed by you as you manipulate the water in your water skin, creating a long whip like line of water and harshly bringing it down on Naoya. He gets pushed back, stumbling, but grins as he gains footing the same second.

" I saw you earlier.-"

Naoya is looking at Choso as he speaks.

"That was blood manipulation right? I don't know why you have that, but other than Piercing Blood, it's not that scary. And in order to use piercing blood, you need to converge.. which required time."

He's just thinking out loud, you realize.

" I don't need to say the rest for you to understand. This is checkmate. But you-"

Finally, his eyes turn to you.

You glare at him.

" You're a woman. You're worthless. But your technique... You might not be completely useless. How about this? Put away your silly abilities, leave that guy, and marry me. We'd have strong kids."

You barely manage to keep your eye from twitching.

Ew.

You manipulate the line of water into a circle around you, allowing it to spin on a high tempo, creating a weapon out of it again.

" How about you shut up for a second and let me beat your ass?"

Naoya's smirk turns into a scowl.

Yuuji is quick. Yuta is quick too. But thanks to Sukuna's heavenly pact, he's quicker. The fight is a blur, but eventually Yuta pulls a move that beats Sukuna and his heavenly pact.

He's held back and left to watch as Yuta stabs the kid he recognizes as his twin right through the heart.

" Rika, hold onto that one for me just a little longer."

Obviously, Yuta means Sukuna with 'that one'. It annoys him. That, and why does Rika have to hold onto him?

Sukuna watches as Yuta crouches down, his touch lighting up.

" Reverse cursed energy?"

Yuta nods as he turns to him.

" Yeah. I'm on your side, but things are complicated now. I need you to trust me. And I need you to convince your girlfriend to trust me too."

Sukuna's eyes narrow. In your universe, Yuta is someone he gets along with just fine. Not in a special way, but he'd call Yuta if he ever needed someone to back him in a fight. (Not that he'd ever need it- besides, you're always his first option.)

However, he knows too little to choose to take risks in this universe. And Yuta is someone he'd rather keep as a friend.

Naoya's technique is annoying. Back when you were younger, you remember him telling you proudly exactly how it worked, however, you only remember tiny details. Something about speed and picture frames.

The fight is fierce, and annoying. Naoya might be fighting alone, but he's still managing to beat Choso's ass while simultaneously keeping you at a distance. It's odd. Why wasn't he straight up fighting you? Perhaps he's exactly the same as the asshole from your universe.

Eventually, there's a moment between the fight again.

" Who are you?"

Choso's eyes narrow again.

" I'm the oldest of ten siblings."

" That's no answer."

And then Naoya is closing in on him again. This time, Choso manages to keep up, blocking him. Sadly for him, Naoya had expected that of him, and reacts quickly by avoiding Choso's hit and slamming him straight into a wall.

" You're such a pain in the ass. I thought it would be best to bring a weapon."

Your eyes sharpen as Naoya pulls out a knife. Choso's eyes focus.

" You're well prepared."

" Honestly, it isn't very cool for a sorcerer to walk around with a weapon. Would you mind not telling anyone? It's pathetic how my older brothers show them off."

Naoya's eyes turn to you.

" That question is meant for you too, sweetheart."

You charge at Naoya, however, to your embarrassment, he manages to not only catch your hit, but also flips your entire weight, sending you right to the other side of him.

You blink, before glancing over your shoulder.

Naoya smirks at you.

" I don't need to know your name. You're just another woman. But I don't damage future toys."

You glare at him, moving to open your water skin. However, Naoya is quick, much quicker than you.

Within a second, your water skin is on the other side of the road. Your eyes widen for a split second, before you're pulling your fist into a punch, punching him hard, sending him a few steps back with the cursed energy imbued in it.

Naoya glares at you. Ah, now he's mad. Finally, now you'll fight him.

" Y/N."

You glance at Choso.

" Leave this to me."

There's a question clear in your eyes, but you step back. Perhaps, you'll fight him some other time.

Naoya sneers at you, but before you can say a thing, Choso speaks.

" So you hate your brothers?"

You raise a brow at Choso's words.

" Yes that's right."

You were already aware of it.

" But maybe it's because of them that you are who you are."

" Huh?"

They get into it a little deeper, but the fight continues soon enough. It's impressive (and worrisome), how much blood Choso loses as he continues, but then he pulls a move you've never heard of before.

Blood convergence: Supernova.

Their fight appears to be wrapped up just like that.

You sprint over to the other side of the road , getting your water skin, and your blood runs cold when you turn back around.

Yuta walks in through a passageway, holding Yuuji by the scruff of his collar.

" Looks like you're hurt, Naoya."

Why are they on first name basis? And where is Sukuna?

[ A/N: Sorry sometimes I forget I write. Also Naoya is not a romance option.]

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