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9 What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?
honestly i. have not done much at all. ever. so this is a tough one (and also bc i cannot for the life of me remember ANYTHING abt my life suddenly). idk if this counts, but. ive been told several times that im the kind of person people can come to when they have problems, either for advice or just to have someone listen to them. that at times ive been the only one they could turn to. and i consider my ability to become (and keep being) that person despite everything an accomplishment. its either that or learning mostly-proper, semi-advanced english in like 2 weeks after we moved to the states but i was like. 7. and kids that age are sponges so its not rlly anything special?
10 What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?
either that i did ballet (albeit briefly) or that i used to be a social butterfly. im a pretty closed off person nowadays, riddled with anxiety and constantly too nervous to speak up. so i think if i told people that, at some point, i was not only social, but *popular*, they would not believe me. i could strike up a conversation with anyone. was literally getting bullied and i chatted with them like nothing was happening. fun times. wish i was still that kid sometimes
31 Describe yourself with 3 singers
what a horrible day to only listen to game osts lmfao. buuut maybe lemon demon, will wood, and mitski?? ld is kind of the. whatevers up with my brain. the hyper and excitable part that gets buried under the issues. the hyperfixations and the random info and oh its the neurodivergence. his songs exude a sort of vibe that i want to have and think i do have in the privacy of my own thoughts. never ask me abt his songs i will not shut up (i could write whole essays overanalyzing his music). will wood is the loudness and the issues that arent (necessarily) neurodivergence and also the gender issues. kind of vibes i wish i had also in the sense that his songs are so. in your face. a bit nonsensical at times, hard to make out, but you can feel the emotion so plainly. and then mitski is like. every song i hear from her is just my thoughts with a backing track. its actually kind of insane and i need her to stop bc i cannot listen to her songs like a normal person. anyway yeah across the three of those i think the common theme is "mental illness" and i do not know what that says abt me (i know what that says abt me)
anywayyy ty for the ask!! :3
#i love yapping it is my favorite activity#i kind of didnt consider i dont have good answers to most of the questions in that ask game lmaoo oh well
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Okay back to filming đ¤đ¤
#mine#text post#yâall can tell me to shut up at any point#I probably wonât listen butâŚ#liveblogging my activities is my favorite#I also just love to yap
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OC AND SONA STUFF!! YAY!!!!
SORRY I JUST HAD TO SHOW THESE TWO LIKE IN THEIR FULL GLORY UGH I cooked I fear
I love my ocs and sonas soooo sooooo badly dude
Anyways! Names and all of that! They're in order of appearance
Skip â (They/it) one out of two of my sonas :3!! (The itty bitty thing using their horn as a slide is my main sona, Sprinter C: !! they/them)
Mal â (They/them/he) they were supposed to be my self insert but they're pratically a regular oc at this point. He's my most recent oc too btw!
Sanders/Sandra â (They/she/he) one of my most favorite ocs ever <//3 they're so silly
PRICKOOOOOOOOOOOOO PRICKITO MY SWEET SWEET BOUNCING BABY SOMETHING WHATWVER THE HELL NONBINARY GODDDD I love them so much. they/them btw. They're LITERALLY my top fav. Mfer lives in my brain 24/7
#ALSO PRICKITO OBVIOUSLY WASNT DRAWN IN WHITEBOARD LMFAO#my god theyre all theys#FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I LOVE MY OCS SOOOO MUCH#whiteboard fox#whiteboard fox doodles#original character#picos school oc#pico's school oc#fnf oc#ibispaint art#ibispaintx#angelicdonuts#doodle#sona#sona art#i still have so many tags left before i reach 30 damnif#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh OH!! please go like my other dump posts like this it would mean so much to me :3!!#ummmmmmmmm i dont really have anything to say about any of them since im like kinda trying to refrain from yapping :[...#ABOUT MY OCS SPECIFICALLY im still THE yapper as you can tell#i really hope this post doesnt flop its so hard to get people to like oc content#i dont even have any other tags to use sighhhhhhhhhhhhh#also draw any of my ocs AND MY LIFEE IS YOURSS/ref#also i miss you so badly mutuals where did you guys go :((#oh my god im a yapper but this is going on for far too long#oh also i should make an intro post since im got like.. traction or whatever from new people... or something..??#sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......#also yes making boobed up they/thems is my favorite activity#also also i ate cold spaghetti and it was honestly pretty terrible#but at the same time it was like eating any other cold noodle dish so i got over it#anywaysss im done goodnight
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I'm way too shy and nervous to ramble about most of my OC things to people directly so you can just see me go insane about them in here instead. Bless those couple of people who sometimes see me go wild in real-time and go through my walls of text though. I love you guys.
#kisurambles#i feel like I have to constantly restraint myself bc I don't want to be overwhelming ashfjas#bless people who are just as ooga booga as I am though and we can infodump back and forth like the silly creatures we are#i love both yapping about my ocs and listening to other people talk about theirs#my favorite activities fr fr
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Late night doodleâŚ.
#art#digital art#character design#if you guys were wondering why I donât yap as much or get on tumblr as much anymore itâs because I only get on super late at night#Iâm busy with school and my naps#mutualâs if I reblog your posts with no tags itâs not because I donât have anything to say itâs because Iâm too sleepy to type it out#Iâm gonna get back into posting my Loki and Thor art#I donât wanna post any because itâs just all incomprehensible Thor doodles#Iâll probably render a few and then add Loki there too#or just do a bunch of solo Loki drawings because I love drawing her#my favorite character is Thor!!! proceeds to never draw him#Iâll probably hunt down some of my mutuals ocs and draw them when I have time#I actually donât have a lot of mutuals with like public ocs#they draw their favorite character#soooooo Iâll have to draw their design of that character#sighhh#itâs so late guys#(itâs like 9 pm)#I usually go to bed at 8#though Iâve been staying up later for some reason???#donât know why but I donât mind the extra time#still not waking up any earlier though#I should stop waking up 20 minutes before I have to go placesâŚ#my bed is so comfy!!!#sighhhhhhhh sometimes self care is doing the hard things#(is kicking and screaming clawing at my mattress)#((I have to go walk my dog))#unemployed activities#Iâm gonna get a job in summer because I am not working on TOP of school#Iâm sorry my art commissions I do once every 2 months drain me enough
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woohoooo it's that time again ^-^ my bi-sometimes-tri-monthly-major-spam-of-everything-in-my-queue-and-drafts-after-a-random-age-long-tumblr-leave WEEEEEE
#i love abandoning this site for like months and then coming back to do this it's so fun#PRIME enrichment activities#going 2 do my main another day#it's my favorite way to run my blogs honestly#i just save mad shit in my drafts and then i organize them in the queue in an order i like#bc my blogs rly only exist for me to scroll through and proudly admire#kind of like a digital moodboard#similar to 2 pinterest but like with the fun of getting to yap into a void like twitter#luv it here sm
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I listen /p ofc
Date idea: I explain my favorite medias to you except Iâm autistic and can only communicate like this
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Tangerine x fem!reader
Summary: You've been the Twins' handler for years now, and when Tangerine blows up at you one evening after a mission, he apologizes in an unconventional way.
Epilogue
Genre: SMUT (nsfm)
Warnings: implied fuck boy!Tangerine, bitchy!Tangerine in the beginning, reader is named Peach, unprotected sex, passionate sex, not much foreplay (they're desperate lmao), swearing, insecurities, praise kink, degradation, emotional, Tangerine is all over the place and bad with his feelings!
~ i'm so sorry i feel like this took forever <3 enjoy! @j23r23 ~
TANGERINE MASTERLIST
"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not," you smile, your nails drumming on the desk as you pick at the petals of the roses in the jar near your computer. "Ah ha, he loves me. Knew you were so full of shit," you hum happily.Â
"Piss off," Tangerine loudly grunts in your ear and you tilt your head, scrunching your nose. You've told him not to yell like thatâyou've warned him that the earpiece is sensitive and you'll lose your hearing if he continues like thisâbut he never listens.
Being the Twins handler for almost four years now you've learned how to deal with their quirks.
Lemon, as ruthless as he is, is too trusting. He's also loyal to a fault and he'd die for Tangerine in seconds; something you've had to account for in your missions so it doesn't happen.Â
Tangerine on the other hand? Recklessness under the guise of control. He'd burn the entire world down for Lemon without hesitation, his temper as bright as the flames of a wildfire.
Unexplainably however, you were drawn to him the most.
While he pushes your buttons like no one else, you also tend to push him in ways that leave him wantingâno needingâmore.
"Tan," you warn again, "don't talk so loudly, they'll hear you!"
"Stop your yapping in my ear then, luv," Tangerine snaps, his comment snarky and you hear a loud humph as it sounds like someone crashes into something.
Tangerine sounds out of breath and you use your mouse to click on the map on your computer. You zoom in and ask, "Where's Lem? You aren't supposed to meet any security for a whileâ"
"He's busy, darlin'. And your little shortcut turned out to be not so short after all," Tangerine says and you hear a loud grunt. It's obvious he's in the middle of a fight.
Your blood runs cold as you chew on your lip. Your hands quickly dance over the keyboard as you try and find another way for themâan easier wayâ
"Hey, Peach, will ya stop breathing so damn loudly, it's distracting me," Tangerine's voice interrupts your worry and you hold your breath when you hear a loud thwap and then a gruntâimmediately accompanied by cursing and more hoarse shouts.Â
"Tangerine!" his name spills from your lips as you hear louder blows. "Tan?" you whisper when the line disconnects and a low buzz is heard in your ear. You fumble to discard the earpiece onto the desk in front of you and then you focus on finding Lemon.Â
If anyone can help Tangerine, it's Lemon.
With a frown, you activate the tracker you'd promised not to slip into Lemon's jacket, and a little red light blinks on your computer screen. He's not far from where Tangerine is. You lean over and connect to the microphone on your computer.
"Lemon?!"Â
You hear a crack and then the shuffling of clothes against the microphone in the tracker. "Peach?" Lemon grunts, "Ya cheeky lil' bird, I told ya not to track me," he lets out a breathy laugh, and another smack is heard, "Fuck me, these fuckers just don't die easily!"Â
"Lem? Where's Tan?" you ask, seeing that the tracker Tangerine wears voluntarily on his suit hasn't moved in a while. "Is he okay? I think the earpiece broke."
Something must have happened to his tracker too if it's malfunctioning.
"Yeah, which is why I say I should wear itâbut he's bossy and he's your favorite," Lemon says.Â
"I don't have favorites!" you insist, your cheeks burning.
"Sure, whatever," Lemon chuckles and then adds, "Ah, speaking of the devilâI can see 'im now. Damn, he's beat up ain't he. Bullocks. Y'know your little plan was shit, Peach, security swarmed us almost immediately!" Â
You pinch your eyes and guilt settles in your stomach. "I know, I know, I'm sorry,"
You hear Tangerine's voice distantly as he grumbles, "Fuckin' arsehole broke my earpiece when he punched meâI lost contact with Peach," he complains and you hear shuffling. Your stomach fills with unwanted butterflies at the sound of his voice and how your codename rolls off his tongue.Â
"She can hear ya," Lemon says, his smirk evident in his tone, "Say hello, Peach."
"She tracked ya?"Â
"Yeah, and bugged me too apparently."
 "What the fuck, my tracker doesn't do that," Tangerine says and you hear an infliction in his voice.Â
"Yeah, cauz you always have the earpiece."
"Because she likes me better,"
"That's what I said!!"Â
"Oi, you wankers, I can still hear you," you interrupt, "Will you just come back to the van now? The mission's a bust," you finish. While they continue to bicker for a moment, Lemon finally shuts down the trackerâby breaking it you assumeâidiotâand it isn't until the van door slams open that you hear and see them again.Â
"Oi, now you're takin' the piss," Tangerine exclaims, glaring at his brother as he runs a hand through his mussed hair. He enters the van and you stand. Your eyes scan over his appearance; his suit is torn and bloodied and he has a gaping cut on his forehead. His ear is also bleeding from when you assume the broken earpiece had shattered.Â
"Christ," you whisper and walk over to him. Lemon smirks as he walks by the both of you and collapses onto the second chair near your desk. He's less beat up than Tangerineâwho'd taken on more men you assumeâbut you remind yourself to check on him later anyway.
Tangerine senses you come up to him and he tenses when you hold his cheeks in your hands and check his wounds. "Tan, this looks bad," you say.Â
"Peach, I'm fine," he grumbles and turns his head away. He sounds grumpier than usual.
"Look, I'm sorryâI'm sorry I messed up, Iâ"
Suddenly, Tangerine explodes. His hand comes up around his ears as he scrunches up his nose. "Will ya just stop talkin' for one fuckin' second?!" he yells and even Lemon, who had been a silent bystander to the conversation, looks up from where he's bandaging his hand.Â
Your eyes widen and you blink at Tangerine. "W-what?"
He presses his index on his temple and narrows his eyes at you. "I have a fuckin' headache 'cause of you and you talkin' my fuckin' ear off all the damn time! And now I can barely hear because it's ringing so fuckin' hard!" he points to the blood inside his ear.Â
You flinch at his tone and try to control the tears threatening to spill as he harshly berates you.Â
"Right," is all you say, "sorry," your voice sounds small and you push by him and out to the front of the van to start the engine.Â
* * *Â
When you arrive outside their houseâwell, your house too since you've been living with them for the past three monthsâyou don't talk to Tangerine. You don't even look at him.
Instead, without a word, you walk up to your room, tears still brimming, and slam the door behind you.Â
Your stomach hurts and your nails dig into your palms as you run a shower. You desperately want to wash away any memory of what happened tonight.Â
It isn't uncommon for you and Tangerine to fightâbut he's never shouted like that and never in response to your worry.
Once you finish with your shower and walk out of the bathroom, just a towel wrapped around your body, you jump when you see Tangerine standing in the middle of your room.
He'd clearly freshened up too but, unlike yours, his hair is freshly dried. You aren't surprisedâyou know he hates sleeping with it when it's wet.Â
He's wearing a casual pair of beige slacks and a white T-shirt. The fabric strains against the muscles in his arms as he crosses them across his chest and you look up, feeling a burn in your cheeks.
Tangerine's ear has been bandaged and his cuts and bruises look kindly tended to. Lemon, you assume, he's always been soft on his brother even when he's acting like a jerk.Â
Tangerine is staring at you intensely, his blue eyes shining a shade darker than usual.Â
"Shit, stop being creepy," you grumble, holding your towel tightly around yourself. "Have you come to say you're sorry for acting like a prick or just stare a hole into my head?"
Tangerine's eyes narrow and he shakes his head. He stalks closer to you, pink lips parted and his hands find your hair near your nape. He pulls you in, seemingly unbothered by the squeal you make or how you're unable to move your hands to push him away.Â
Not that you'd want to push him away anyway.
"The fuck you think you're doing?" you hiss, staring at him, "have you gone mad?"
Tangerine just continues to stare into your soul. "You're so damn annoying," he mutters. Â
"I'll scream and Lemon will come and beat the shit out of you," you threaten, challenging him. You know Lemon would never do such a thing and you'd be a fool to scream.Â
"But, fuck me, I like you so damn much," he finishes his sentence, and then his lips find yours. His hand tightens in your hair as he kisses you. There's no tenderness in his kiss, no hesitation or remorse, just pure passion as he wraps his arms around you and holds your back as he pulls your chest to his.Â
You clutch the towel, making sure it feels secure, and kiss him back. You make a small sound behind his lips but you can't deny the heat in the kiss or how badly your stomach tightens just right. The steam coming from your bathroom is taunting as it surrounds you; sticky and warm.Â
"Tan," you mumble as his hand comes around your jaw and he turns your head to kiss your neck.Â
"Shut up," he growls, "you talk too damn much." He squeezes his eyes shut and the words fall easily from his lips as they press to your skin.
"God, you don't understand how hard it is for me; hearing your sweet voice in my ear while I'm trying not to get fuckin' stabbed or shot to death! You don't know what you do to me, darlin'. You have no fuckin' clue. It's fuckin' torture," he says as his hand tightens in your hair and you whimper.
"Tan, m-my towel," you tell him, struggling to hold it up as his body presses against yours.
This makes Tangerine snap out of whatever trance he's in for a moment and he looks down at you. His eyes have softened just a little and his tone is sultry when he asks, "Let it fall. I don't care. Do you?" His lips quirk up. "I've dreamt of you naked a thousand times, luv."
Your eyes round at the intensity of his words. You want to tell him to fuck offâthat you've never thought of him like this. Never imagined his lips on yours or the way he'd feel inside you. But then you'd be a liar, and you aren't a liar.Â
Instead, you drop the towel, your eyes still intensely locked onto his. The cold air sends a shiver up your spine and Tangerine's hands find the skin on your back instead of the towel. His eyes haven't left yours and he looks surprised that you'd done it. He hasn't looked down and his cheeks have turned a dusty pink.Â
"What?" you move your hands up to his cheeks and hold them, "you said you'd dreamt of this. Well?" With as much confidence as you can muster, tilt his head to your naked body. You can feel your hands tremble against his cheeks, all kinds of insecurities and uncertainties bubbling inside you and just as you're going to pull away from sheer embarrassment, Tangerine speaks;Â
"Fuckin' hell, you look so much better than in my imagination," his hands slide up the curves of your hips and breasts. His touch is surprisingly gentle for how passionate he'd been in the beginning.
You watch as his eyes roam around your body and he runs a hand over his jaw, staring at you with pure admiration. "You belong in a fuckin' museum," he whispers behind his hand.Â
"Alright, lover boy," you roll your eyes and shift to move away but his hands find your hips and he hoists you up into his arms. You gasp, your arms finding his shoulders and your legs cling to his waist as your wet hair sprinkles water over his face. It's a weird position to be in considering you're naked.
"Tangerine!" you cry as he carries you over to your bed and you squeal when he drops you and hovers over you.Â
"Let me worship you, darlin'," he whispers as his knee slides in between your legs and he kisses your lips again. He disconnects them and looks at you seriously, "Please," he pleads and your eyes widen.
Tangerine never says please.
You find yourself nodding, too lost in the haze of it all to hear the small voice in your head screaming how stupid this is.
He'll throw you away after. He doesn't care. He'll hurt you. He'll break your heart!Â
You kiss him again, his lips moving against yours rhythmically. You're so lost in pleasure that when he sits up on his heels to strip his shirt, you whine and grasp at his arms. "Shhh, I'm here, dove," he chuckles, enjoying the power he has over you. When he leans over you to kiss you again, this time your hands find his abs and you can't help but explore them.Â
"You countin' them, luv?" he chuckles after a moment and his lips find your nipples as he squeezes one of your breasts in his hands. You make an embarrassed sound that quickly turns into a moan when he positions your hips just right so the fabric of his slacks hits your clit.Â
"I know, I know," Tangerine teases as he senses how needy you're becoming. "Shit, you're just a little slut, aren't ya, luv? Knew you'd wear those dresses to tempt meâdidn't ya?"
You nod. You had. You didn't think it workedâhe always played it so cool.
"You should know I would wank one out after seeing youâyour thighs so visible and," he pauses and uses his hands to spread you open until he sees what he wants, "and that pretty pussy. So fuckin' prettyâ
âyou let me have a peek sometimes didn't you, naughty girl? Knew you did it on purpose," Tangerine says. He sounds satisfied with himself that he'd found you out and his grin widens when you nod.Â
"Just for you," you whisper, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Please, Tan," you whine, you're already so wet for him.Â
"What do you want, hm? Tell me," he smirks and dips his head down to kiss your neck as his hands wander around your skin. He sits back up and removes his slacks and boxers. Your eyes downturn on his cock and you bite your lip. God, is he really this beautiful everywhere? How fucking unfair.Â
Tangerine's hand comes up to your chin, "Where do you want me?"Â
You look into his eyes, unsure how to ask him for what you want. Tangerine smiles, his thumb touching your lip. He's gentle, his eyes softer now, "Peach," he leans in and kisses just behind your ear. You shiver. "It's okay. Tell me where you want me," he smiles against your skin.Â
"Inside me," you say, your voice small
Tangerine hums and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, "Where inside you, luv? I want to hear you say it for me."
You feel your cheeks warm and you stare up at him. "In my pussy," you say and Tangerine's eyes light up and he smirks.
"My pleasure," he says and shifts his hips until you feel his cock press against your pussy. He feels you tense as your hands tighten around his shoulder.
"Hey, it's just me," he says, pushing in slower now. He looks concerned as one of his hands finds your hair and pushes the strands away from your eyes.
Yeah, that's the issue, you want to tell him but you just nod, squeezing your eyes shut.Â
"Look at me," he says as he pushes inside you fully. You gasp, arching into him and your breathing becomes harsh. He's so thick and long. Tangerine doesn't move and you let out a whine, your eyelids fluttering. "I said, look at me. I won't move until you look at me, darlin'," he whispers sternly.Â
When you finally look at him he smiles, "Do you trust me? I'm not gonna hurt youâpromise."Â
You nod, biting your lip. Of course, you trust him. "I trust you," you answer breathlessly.Â
"Good girl," Tangerine praises and kisses your forehead. He starts to move his hips, pulling in and out of you with torturous strokes. He feels so good.
As he fucks you, he leans his forehead on yours, occasionally whispering praises into your ear as he tells you how pretty you look with him buried inside you.Â
"So fuckin' pretty with my cock inside your pussy, hmm," he grunts, continuing the pounding of his hips. "You close, luv? Already?" He teases you with a smirk and kisses your lips. You let out small moans, skin warm and sticky as you nod.Â
"Good," he smiles and uses his thumb to rub your clit, adding pressure as he fucks into you. "So good for me. All for me, hmm?"Â
"Y-yes," you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.Â
"Open your eyes, Peach," he demands and you do so instantly. "I want to look into your eyes when you come apart around me."
With that, the tension breaks inside you. Your body feels weak from the pleasure and your chest rises and falls rapidly once your high finishes. You let yourself relax into the mattress for a moment, ignoring the sudden stream of thoughtsâgood and badâthat race into your mind. Tangerine's lips touch your forehead again and then he pulls out, finishing on your stomach with a grunt.Â
You blink, feeling the bed dip and then his warmth disappears. You panic a little but you're too weak to move. If he wants to leave, let him, you convince yourself as you stare at the ceiling. However, when you feel something cold and wet across your stomach, you flinch and scramble to sit up.Â
Your eyes are wide and Tangerine pauses, removing the washcloth from your skin. He frowns a little, "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly. You stare at him. He's still shirtless but he's pulled up his trousers.
"You aren't leaving?" you ask, looking around the room and you suddenly feel very bare.Â
Tangerine's frown deepens but he doesn't speak for a moment as he washes away his cum from your skin and, after discarding the washcloth, he reaches behind him to hand you his shirt. You accept it without thinking and put it on, wrapping your arms around yourself as you continue to stare at him.Â
He shifts, sitting beside you with one leg off the bed. He still hasn't answered and you start to feel an impending pit in your stomach.Â
"Why would I leave?" he asks calmly, his voice doesn't have a hint of concern in its tone.Â
You fiddle nervously with the hem of his shirt, looking down. Your hair, now half-dried, is a mess from the pillows and you push it down and around your ears in an effort to compose yourself in front of him. "Well, I- I just assumed that you wouldâ"Â
Tangerine tilts his head. "You think I would fuck and ditch, did ya? Ya think so low of me, Peach?" It feels like he sounds almost amused.
You shake your head but your nerves don't stop. "I mean, what do you expect me to think, Tangerine?" you look into his eyes and continue, "You come in here, all pissed at meâyou yelled at me earlier and made me feel all shitty about myselfâand then out of nowhere you kiss me and then weâ"
"Fuck." Tangerine finishes bluntly.Â
You narrow your eyes at him. "Yeah, that," you let out a breath, "So, please, tell me. What am I supposed to think? What do you want from me now? Because I can't be one of your fuck toys, Tan. I refuse to be that girl. I- I care about youâ" you feel your emotions get caught in your throat and you feel your eyes sting. Furiously, you wipe your eyes with your hands, refusing to cry in front of him.Â
Tangerine hasn't said a word. He's looking at you but you can't read his expression. You hate it. You shut your eyes, ready to call it quits, and tell him to leave, but then you feel the bed dip again and you feel his hands cup your cheeks. Your eyes snap open.
"Don't cry," he whispers, his thumb sliding under your eyes and catching your tears, "Please, don't cry because of a stupid bastard like me," he cracks a smile, hoping you'll smile too but when you don't and he sighs, "Okay, I was a dick, a real fuckin' dick, and you didn't deserve any of that. I'm sorry."Â
You nod, still listening to him, "You really were a dick," you whisper.Â
Tangerine chuckles and nods too. "Yeah. I was," he pauses and moves his thumb across your cheeks as if admiring you some more, "Do ya really believe I'd fuck ya for this to be a one-time thing, luv? That I'd just throw ya away after?"
Your cheeks feel warm. "I- I don't know,"Â
"You do know. You think I would do that to ya," Tangerine says, his voice low.Â
"I meanâthat's what you do don't you? I've known you for years, Tan. All those girlsâ"
Tangerine suddenly laughs and his hands drop from your face. "Peach, you aren't those girls," he says, suddenly serious, "I wasn't just making it up when I said how hard it is for me to listen to you in my ear all the time. Not because you're annoyingâwhich sometimes you are but that's beside the pointâbut because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for years. You're all I goddamn think about. Do you understand how hard that is for me?"
You just frown, shaking your head a little. "No. This doesn't make sense. Why nowâwhy not yesterday? Or months ago? Or years ago?"
 Tangerine runs a hand in his hair and lets out a breath. "Because I didn't want to but I snapped, I snapped, okay? I'm not fuckin' proud of it. I yelled at you and I felt so bad after I didn't know what to do with myself anymoreâ
âyou're always there for Lem and me, and I realized, after that fuckin' earpiece broke, that I hated not having your pretty voice in my ear anymore. It felt like I'd lost youâdo you have any idea how scared that made me feel, even when I knew it was irrational and that you were completely safe?" His words come out jumbled and strained. "I fuckin' hated it, I hated feeling like that so I snapped," he finishes.Â
You stare at him, his words hitting you hard. You've never seen him like this and it scares you, but it also turns you on some more. Why does he have to be so fucking hot? "And I'm sorry. I am. I would never throw you away. I don't want to throw you away after thisâespecially after fucking youâthat's the last thing I would want! Iâ I-"Â
You stare at him some more, your eyes wide, "You whatâ?"
Tangerine pauses, "I love you," he says, articulating every word so you hear him clearly.Â
"You love me?"
"Yes."
"As in love love?"
"Fuckin' hell Peach, ya want me to scream it at ya or somethin'? I'm in love with ya. I love ya more than anythin' I fuckin' have. You're my everything. I love you so damn much."
All your anger, doubt, and shame instantly vanished into thin air. He loves you. All this time he'd loved and he was just shit at expressing his emotions? You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as happiness overwhelms you.Â
"Are ya laughing at me?" Tangerine's voice cuts in the air and you focus on him. He looks surprised and hurt.Â
Your smile falters and you shake your head. There is so much you want to tell him that you're at a loss for words. He looks so pretty like this, sitting in front of you, and your hands find his cheek instead of using words.
Your fingers skim the bandage that's still wrapped around his ear and you want to ask him if it still hurts. You want to ask him so many things. He's staring at you, chest heaving, and you don't think as you kiss him.Â
It's softer than the previous passionate kiss you'd shared. Only, Tangerine reacts with as much eagerness as earlier. His hands find your back and he presses you against him, your lips sliding against yours. It's intense and lovely all in the same.Â
"I love you too," you say quietly between kisses.Â
"Say it louder," Tangerine suddenly hums, his eyes shut in pleasure. You think he needs you to talk louder because one of his ears is bandaged and hurt.
So, you do as he asks and it earns you another kiss, however when Tangerine mutters, "I wanna hear ya say it again," you know he heard you fine. His voice is so love sick you just grin and wrap your arms around him, your hands bunching in his curls.
"I love you, Tangerine," you say breathlessly, "I love you."
"You have no idea how happy ya just made ma, luv," he responds instantly, running his hand over your cheek as he looks into your eyes. "God, I'd die for ya," he mutters and you frown, slapping his arm a little.Â
"Don't talk about you dying, you git," you reprimand, and Tangerine smirks.Â
He kisses your neck and with a teasing tone he reassures you, "Ya have nothin' to worry about, luv. I'd much rather live for you. You have all of my heart, darlin'. It's all yours," he guides your hand to press your palm against his chest and you feel how quickly his heart is beating.
"This beats for you."
You smile and kiss his lips once more as you bring his other hand to your chest too. "And I'm yours," you whisper. "Only yours."
And until then, you'd never seen Tangerine's grin widen as widely as it did when you said those words.Â
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night in - jb blurb.
warm bubble feeling burns your chest as you feel jude place a kiss on your temple, sitting right next to you on the floor, placing your hot drink next to his. âyouâre having way to much fun on this,â he teased, resting his chin on your shoulder, while looking at you intently as you finished the second bag of the moanaâs flowerpot legos.
âi fear iâm having way too much fun,â you joke back, clicking and connecting the small lego. âyou realize these are made for nine year olds right?â he pushed further, helping you separate the legos in piles so you could find the legos easier. âso? i donât complain when you play fifa at your grown age? screaming like a little girl when you unpack a player?â you defend watching jude open his mouth in shock, a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.
âiâm glad we stayed in. i havenât seen you much lately and i didnât want to have just dinner and the call if a night. i love these little moments with you, dâyou know? our playlist playing in the back, some baking, maybe cooking? but definitely how i have you all to myselfâŚâ jude says, his hand running up and down your spine, making you spin and face him directly where you brush a tamed curl back to already done hair.
âsounds like you just want to keep me for yourself?â you say watching how jude is ready to explain and yap but you cut him off quickly. âiâm kidding. i love staying in dates. especially around this time of your when your season is beginning to get hectic. believe it or not these dates have so much more meanings to when weâre out. i get to see a side of you only i can experience and see, and im so incredibly grateful for that. for you,â you smile leaning into his side where jude shyly looks down.
âdonât get shy with me mister.â
âoh like how you get shy after we-â
âokay so thatâs like completely different?â you laugh dismissing the idea that was brewing in his head. âalso i get to play house when iâm here. look at this place! the kitchen? the pool? the garden? the garden is my favorite weâve grown so much in just under a year!â you say excitedly, giving up on the lego set, as now all you wanted was to be next with jude. to feel his safe embrace, his scent, to feel the comfort only he can give.
âthose damn bunnies ruined it at first, i swear i was going to insane. i just know they were doing it on purpose after one stared me down as it ate the cherry tomatoes!â jude reclaimed, leaning back against the couch, bringing you to his lap where he traced your bracelet and the tiny tattoo on your thigh. the one of many you had, but this one was judeâs favorite. you didnât have to tell him, but he could tell it was meant for him.
âto be fair you tormented that poor thing,â you recalled, thinking of the endless possibilities jude did so he could get rid of the bunnies in a happy manner. âit got what it deserved,â jude shrugged, taking a sip of mug, offering one of the infamous pumpkin pilsbury cookies to you.
âwhat else is on your fall bucket list?â
âweâve done mostly all besides watching scary movies, visit a pumpkin patch and get a couples costume for trentâs party soon. besides that weâve knocked everything else out,â you say cheery, the sense of joy never leaving you, knowing you were able to cross off and completely those wishes. âwhat has been your favorite activity yet?â he asked, tugging on a tiny string from your knitted sweater.
âprobably decorating your house for the fall, since it was way to white⌠that or when we painted the pumpkins with the little kids,â you spoke softy and gently. watching judeâs eyes crinkle from paying attention to remembering the beautiful memory. âi really enjoyed that too, but nothing could beat fright fest,â jude laugh making you shake your head rapidly. t
âjude! i still havenât forgave you for that! you take us to apparently a theme park and then walking in, thereâs horror everywhere. especially those damn clownsâŚâ you say, a tint of nervousness as you spoke out loud. âbut i made it up to you,â he pouts, leaning up and pulling your face closer to his. âi won you a plenty stuffed animals and went downstairs for a week to get a glass of water. i was your protector.â
âyou always are,â you hug him, your fingers grazing and tracing his ears down to his. âthe beard has grown on me. you look very manly,â you say, his hairs tickling your palm. âi was thinking about shaving it soon,â he says, feeling completely relaxed as you touched him. it was that effect you had on him and he loved that so much. no feeling or person could make him feel the way you felt.
ânope. it will take too long for me to get used to,â you deny shaking your head as jude chuckles, grabbing your thighs and placing you on your back, jude not holding back from his physical touch. peppering kisses on your forehead, nose, cheeks, your lips then down to your neck where you had another tattoo. your weak spot. âstop it, i know what youâre trying to do and it wonât work,â you warn.
âiâm just trying to show you my love and affection,â he said sarcastically, playing with the fabric on your chest, as he had layed his head gently on you. âyes but you have two meanings towards that⌠your mom is also right upstairsâŚâ you whisper the last part, afraid of speaking to loudly. this was her house as much as it was his as well. he sighs, accepting defeat and pulling you closer to him. not before pulling you into a kiss that made you want to say fuck it. that damn kiss that forever leaves you breathless and wanting more.
âwe should watch a horror movie,â you try to say between his kiss but jude was to focused on you. how you kissed him. how you tasted. feeling weaker but also stronger than ever. âno,â he stoped, this time flipping you over so you could lay on his chest.
âright i forgot. youâre a scaredy cat when it comes-â
âno iâm not! i just donât want to bring any bad energy in my house,â he cheesed hardly, looking up knowing you were giving him a âare you serious lookâ.
âthe best i can do is watch the nightmare before christmas. take it or leave it,â he shrugged hearing you laugh. âworks for me, iâll hold you tight so you donât run off,â you teased, jude gasping. âlisten the movie is already creepy as it is⌠especially that little scientist,â he shuddered.
after cleaning up and putting away any mess and cleaning the dishes, instead of traumatizing your tall boyfriend, you settled with his choice of movie. happy either way since you knew jude loved showing you his collection of favorite old films. another part of his love language towards you. you couldnât count how many times, not just with movies, but items, people even, that meant so much to him.
âare you sleepy?â you whisper, jude nodding. âi am but i want to stay up because i want to spend all the time i can with you,â he yawned, kissing your head. âi can stay the night if thatâs okay with you and your mom,â you suggested knowing jude would be immediately agreeing. âmy mom adores you and you know she would rather have you stay than leave so late, especially me,â jude said, his thumb drawing circles on your hip.
âiâll stay,â you smile, cuddling closer to jude as he looked down and smiled. not holding back from taking a picture and posting it, with an old school r&b song. soft launching you once again to the world. which you didnât mind. âhey, why arenât we shark boy and lava girl for trentâs party? or-â jude said abruptly.
âiâm leaving.â
âwait no!â
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headcanons | luke hughes
SUMMARY: boyfriend!luke
WARNINGS: not proofread
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âŽ. heâs a shy lover! luke has a hard time expressing his emotions sometimes, so he often finds himself shying away or hiding his face into the crook of your neck while the two of you have a heart to heart moment. heâll turn all red a blushy the second you start loving all up on him, especially when you tell him how amazing he is.
âŽ. PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR!! luke turns to absolute putty the second your fingers come into contact with his curls. like you could just be chillin on the couch and your hands will somehow find the back of his head. no joke, he will literally fall sideways into your lap so you can have a better reach. 9 out of 10 times he will most likely fall asleep.
âŽ. a huge foodie. loves loves loves to eat with you. we are all aware that the team calls him rusty because heâs always eating. will always have your favorite snacks in his bag so youâre never hungry. is always concerned about whether youâre eating enough or drinking enough. will take it upon himself to be with you for at least one meal of the day. yes, he does have dinner dates with you over facetime during roadies.
âŽ. along with this, he loves to facetime you! whenever possible, if heâs isnât with you that is, he wants to be able to see your pretty face and yap to you about the most random things. whether itâs about your toast getting burnt or his charger breaking, youâll talk about it.
âŽ. always listens to you intently. luke is the type of guy who will always make eye contact with you while youâre talking and will actively engage with you. he wants to make sure you know heâs listening and cares about what youâre saying. will bend down to your height and lean his ear in closer if youâre on the quieter side.
âŽ. leaves his clothes at your place on âaccident.â new-flash, itâs never on accident. if luke stays at your apartment for more than a few hours there is a 90% chance heâs gonna end up leaving a hoodie or pair of sweats behind. youâll end up getting a âiâm coming back overâ text from him an hour after he left. he does this for two reasons: 1. he makes sure to give himself a legit excuse to come back and see you 2. he knows youâll probably end up stealing said clothing item and wearing it.
âŽ. continuing from the last point, luke melts every time you wear something of his or something with his name on it. a little piece inside of him jumps for joy every time he sees you wearing one of his hoodies or showing up to games in his jersey. it helps ease the bit of him that gets insecure sometimes. itâs a way of telling the world that your his girl.
âŽ. heâs a puppy. period. he follows you around the apartment 24/7 if youâre together. never wants to leave your side unless he absolutely has to. will always pull your body into his in public so his mind is at ease. when his anxiety or worries spike, he is rushing to find or call you. you are his comfort blanket.
âŽ. letâs you pick out his outfits. luke had a tendency to have questionable style from time to time, so you took the liberty of making sure he is at least matching colors. you are tired. he does not like to listen, but will inevitably always wear what you tell him to.
âŽ. big napper/snuggler. will cocoon the both of you in blankets till you can barely move. has an alarm on his phone everyday to remind the both of you to take a nap together. doesnât give you an option about it either. if you donât feel like napping with him before a game, he will whine and pester you claiming that âitâs your fault if we loseâ or âyouâre my good luck charm, pretty girl. you have to nap with me or i wonât play good.â
âŽ. someone please find me a luke hughes
#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes headcanons#luke hughes blurb#njd#new jersey devils#lea writes stuff âĄ
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- Dating Jeff is always up and down, for example one day heâll be all over you and and the next heâll become distant
- Jeff absolutely loves and adores you though! Heâll tell how you hot n beautiful you are everyday on multiple times
- Jefferyâs favorite activity with you is watching mlp and drinking monsters (besides having sex ofc) :3
- While watching mlp heâll be all cuddly with you, always has his hands on you. Snuggling his face on your chest or in your neck
- He also loves to give you small gifts, like this one time he got you your own knife, he made sure it was your favorite color ofc, and if they didnât have the color you like then heâd buy things you can decorate it with :>
- Jeff is always bothering you, no matter what youâre doing. If youâre in the middle of taking a shower heâll pop his head in the curtain and yap to you abt his next victim but stare at your boobs half the time (you love it though)
- Jeffery and you are HUGE music fans, he likes to skip the song just right before it ends though, it kind of gets you annoyed but heâs Jeff and you love him (lol)
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- You and Jeff absolutely love to make out in the backseat of his car while listening to Radiohead or Chase Atlantic
- Heâll be so touchy with you as well, occasionally heâll slip a hand (or two) under your shirt and bra, perking up your nipples real nice for him
- Jeff will also go down on you in his car, he loves to tease your clit too, hearing your whimpers are so beautiful to him, maybe just as beautiful as killing someone to him
- What makes him even hornier is when you try to push is head away or squeeze it with your thighs, tugging on his hair sends him over the edge (also his favorite position is 69)
- So when you two do 69 heâll be a moaning mess, and donât get me started on when you dom him, heâll be whimpering and squirming not being able to stop moving
- And itâs even worse when you start to kiss his neck, he canât take it; heâs too sensitive but you love to hear him beg you to stop
- Once you finish with him though heâll act tough as if he wasnât a mess for you a second ago, and heâll do the aftercare (mainly kisses, cuddles and mlp)
thank you for reading my first creepypasta ff! i hope you enjoyed reading :â)
- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you
#jeff the killer#jeff the killer smut#jeff the killer x y/n smut#jeff the killer x y/n#jeff the killer x you#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer fanart#creepypasta x y/n#creepypasta jeff the killer#creepypasta jtk#creepypasta x female reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta smut#creepypasta
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Just me and my reflections on Shikatema
I've been weirdly hyperfixated recently on Shikamaru and Temari, and so I reflected a lot just to properly dissect the reasons myself because I initially couldn't really understand why I liked them when I was really young, more so as an adult (and as demi/ace) LOL so imma yap
As a demi, I've always struggled with romance themes. I always subtly feel like my circuits are frying when I watch anything romance or I often just plainly feel indifferent. Thankfully I managed to spot a few patterns by spending a lot of time in my head; one of them is that I prefer romance when it's not under the spotlight (idk I noticed I always prefer the side pairs more than the main pairs in any story HAHA) I guess that was one of the categories that Shikatema falls under.
I spent more than a decade watching/reading Naruto and it was enough time for me to have a close affinity with these characters and love them for creating such a huge impact in my childhood without the heavy emotional flairs that Naruto and the rest of characters put upfront. They ultimately became my two favorite characters in the series because I share the same traits and tendencies as them. It also wasn't a surprise that two of my favorite characters ended up together because their relationship was slowly developed and it didn't come off like shocking news.
Unlike the other pairs in Naruto where it seems to have characters fixating on someone or characters overshadowing the other, Shikatema operate on a level playing field. They're each strong leaders and strategists in their own right, both competent enough to recognize each other's strengths. They don't feel the need to change the other nor prove their worth. They're their own person and it clearly shows early in the series and even as it progresses to Shippuden.
I personally dislike being the center of anyone's attention or constantly feeding someone attention so I gravitate more to people who are deeply more passionate about purpose/duty/service/something more than about me and my presence. Shikatema has that dynamic where their relationship feels more like a partnership than a romance based on dependency. They both have important (political) roles in their own respective villages, and they know their purposes and the weight that they carry very wellâwhich prolly explains why both are self-sufficient, independent, and capable. They both take their duties seriously and you don't see a scene where one craves for the other's attention (itâs funny how actively and arduously they work on their duty while in each otherâs presence so you can definitely say they were literally there for (and with) each other as they fulfilled their roles as diplomat escort/advisor and diplomat/royalty)
Another that I value DEEPLY to my core is individuality, and I've always adored how Shikamaru and Temari preserve their individuality while still thriving together. It's one of the main factors why they see each other as equals and why none of them overpowers the other.
Shikamaru, laid-back and often understated, complements Temariâs directness and assertiveness. His relaxed demeanor helps her stay grounded and objective rather than just taunting in combat or in general LMFAO
Meanwhile, Temari, who is confident and comfortable taking charge, gives Shikamaru's abilities more buoyancyâshe openly calls out his BS and he welcomes it because he knows how unassuming, and, at times, self-deprecating he can be. He never seeks the spotlight and often downplays his own abilities and it's where Temari's outspokenness fits the bill (this energy is also quite evident in Shikamaru Hiden)
Both characters also challenge gender norms (I'm inclined to believe that their characters' subtle sexism when they were first introduced in the series was part of the writing, there is an active discussion about this somewhere and I genuinely believe it has its purpose) Young Shikamaru yaps about her being too troublesome because she's incessantly outspoken/spunky. Young Temari yaps about him being too emotional because he didn't seem to receive emotional training.
Yet in the long run, Shikamaru's honesty and vulnerability allow Temari to soften up and witness the act of kindness by someone who wears his heart on his sleeve (which was first seen during the Sasuke retrieval arc at the hospital where Shikamaru had an emotional breakdown) and Temari's unwavering strength and energy nudges Shikamaru into action when he might otherwise hesitate (Temari often banters with him to make him commit to his decisions and not spend too much time in his head)
Both characters also have innate leadership. I noticed that one of my main attraction points is leadership (as an act of service girlie) and these two have that strong nature: Shikamaru leads with his introspective nature, while Temari leads with her assertive nature.
It was evident first during the Chunin exams when they were pitted against each otherâboth read their opponents exceptionally well and they both show a strong sense of battle awareness while keeping their cool and executing their strategies effectively. It's no surprise that Shikamaru was promoted Chunin and Temari was promoted Jonin & Ambassador (it wasn't clear when Temari was promoted, but in the early episodes of Shippuden, she was already a Jonin & Ambassador who frequently visits Konoha) They both learned to grow as leaders who first serve their people before themselves in their respective villages and it stretches further during the war arc where they serve not just people from their respective villages but the entire Alliance.
Both were also Chunin exam proctors, so ain't that great LOL I think it was one of the many factors why I never doubted their parenting (and Shikadai did grew up to be such a fine and disciplined shinobi with a strong moral code) Both did seem to question each other's parenting styles since Temari favors intense training while Shikamaru advocates leisure (which I believe is a great balance) but both parents have fostered Shikadai's agency; allowing him to come up with his own conclusions and decisions based on his critical thinking because both Shikamaru and Temari share the same values in their youth.
In the series, high intensity emotions are almost always present in every relationship but their relationship has a subdued natureâThey don't need long stretches of dialogues to understand each other because all they needed was experiences, and a little observation and deduction.
They didn't need to prove their worth to each other (or to anyone honestly) because it's built on deep understanding rather than overt passion. Altho it had a different interpretation in the manga, both characters even agree that marriage is troublesome LOL (but welp)
Last one is that both are strategists. Chess is my sport and puzzles/tactical games that require mental effort has always been my comfort, I guess it's natural for me to gravitate to these two. (I like any strategic characters who also wear their heart on their sleeve)
They also approach strategy differently: Shikamaruâs intellect makes him highly logical and analytical, often relying on foresight to plan for every possible outcome. Temari is a decisive, action-oriented strategist; often has the courage to commit to a decision quickly. She also heavily thinks on the fly to understand an opponent's motive and naturally adapts.
This was again exhibited during the Chunin exams where Shikamaru's strategic skills allowed him to use his environment to his advantage while Temari displayed her adaptability and quick-thinking capabilities to counter Shikamaru's offenses since she's a heavy thinker herself.
Temari may not be as exceptionally creative as Shikamaru but she highly values intel, reason, and logic in order to come up with a counter. This was exactly the reason why her battle with Shikamaru was further stretched; up to the point where Shikamaru exhausted his chakra.
I deeply adore how both characters value planning, precision, and patience in combat while other characters in the story value power, tenacity, and speed. Irl, I value the same set of values as Shikatema in chess/games/puzzles and so I guess itâs no surprise. I get to just admire the intellectual aspect of their relationship where it allows them to not just connect emotionally but also challenge each other mentally in every screen time they had.
Thanks for coming to my yapping thread if you ever made it in the end LOL
#shikamaru#temari#shikatema#naruto#naruto shippuden#reflection#yapping sessions#shikatema analysis#nara family#shikamaru nara
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New ship unlocked. I love them. Hi Cosmo (^â -â ^)â /. Loving the Lore. The colors and shadings are GORGEOUS! My brain is overloaded with awe, I can't form full sentances.
The North
"I didn't k-know the castle shines this much... It looks like a s-star!"
"Well, I know something else that shines much more brightly."
Awhhh awhhh awhh cuties theyre such cuties awhhh so in love awhh awh!!! This is funnier given the fact theyre one of the few actual wholesome couples I have LMFFAAAAOOOO
This is riggghhttt at the North! They better watch their step, unless they REALLY want to almost experience zero gravity, and be careful around that water!!! It's sizziling hot!
I also wanna give a note that this castle is fucking huge, thats barely a part of it. The Gods used to live in it, but in the higher floors, now it sits ambandoned, a part of history, per say. Jomei's never seen it in person until this moment, because well... I dont think Oculus would've let him get close to it after everything that happened in there in the past
OH btw the guy next to Jomei is verryyy important, his name is Cosmo say hi to Cosmo hiiii Cosmoooo
Heres an old drawing of him because i am lazy to doodle up a new one rn... whys your waist so small sir is it for other men to grab you? /JOKE
AND also I used like... one of those outfit suggestions for Jomei done a billion years ago, i did alter it a little to be a little more funky
OK THATS IT YAPPING'S OVER
#The whispering play#yapping about lore my favorite activity#demigod oc#oc ship#oc ship art#ship art#illustration#artwork#oc artwork#art oc#ibispaint art#fictional exo planet#not my my art#digital drawing#look at them!#i love them â¤ď¸#stellaris
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Watching Lou's cameos and I think the fact that he shut them off is a huge tell for season 8.
I know there's been a huge campaign against this man, which is crazy because he didn't ruin anything. He simply answered a phone call and agreed to play a part offered to him. He put his all into this role too. He created his own backstory so he could step into the mindset of why Tommy might say something this way or why he might do this over that.
And like... that's normal? That's something all actors do. He didn't ruin the character or jeopardize the plot. His job is to BE that character, and clearly, he was given something to go off of to base Tommy's backstory on the one he's personally used thus far.
He has also been nothing but kind about Buddie. He knows what Buddie is (please note that Jennifer didn't even know on her live), and he's never said one negative thing about that ship. Does he yap? Yeah, but you can tell he appreciates his fans, and he's not used to all this attention. And yet he still did at least 70 cameos in a three month period.
And uh huh, sure, he's paid to do them but it's no different than a convention. People pay for pictures and autographs. They pay to have personal one on ones with their favorites, and cameo is no different.
But, back to my main point.
For an actor, such as Lou, cameo is an income. He's done a lot of guest roles on different shows and he's done s.w.a.t. for 7 seasons now (only in 1 to 2 episodes each season though beginning after season 1).
So, in retrospect, wouldn't he continue to ride this cameo thing out? For as long as possible? Money is money after all...
That's not what is happening here.
He stopped them, and I know the kindergarteners over at delulu twt daycare were celebrating and probably still are, but the most likely explanation is that Lou signed a pretty nice contract for 911. He no longer really needs the income from cameo because he has months of solid work ahead.
You don't do an interview with Oliver Stark on a nationally syndicated entertainment news program if you aren't sticking around... you just don't.
And there's also the entire saga of the "Lou blocked me" trend on twt. He's either just curating his social media for his mental health, or he's preparing for being more active, so he's removing the toxicity of stantwt. It's not a good sign for the Lou haters and I love that they're so unfocused that they don't even realize what is about to happen.
All this to say, I can't wait to see more Lou in season 8.
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yapping mode ACTIVATED. devious mode ENGAGED. mischievous levels 100%.
For fiddlestan:
ford being utterly and totally clueless of fidd's quite obvious crush, internalized homophobia (for both of them because >:3 ),, maybe also them just passing out after a long night of calculations and hard work and just coincidentally ending up next to each other/cuddling.... yeah guys total coincidence :33 also maybe fidds and Ford having a nice jolly day off together after fidds has to drag him away from his work and ford's clawing at the ground like "noooo my math!!!!" But fidds knows he needs a mental health day bruh is about to combust into flames!!! RAHHH I love this ship RAHHH SCIENTIST YAOI !!!!!!!!
BONUS NOW WHAT SUGGESTION
because he deserves it after that last chapter bill getting comforted in some way (maybe by me,,, I usually hate bro but like he's going through it I'll give him a pass....)
Anyways you don't gotta do all of these pick and chose favorites etc etc yapping mode deactivated
I meant Fiddleford and StanLEY but WHATEVER, FIDDAUTHOR IS GOOD TOO
also some hurt/comfort for Bill :))
#fishymom-ask#fiddauthor#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls#gravity falls au#now what au#bill cipher#mabel pines#dipper pines#pacifica northwest#gideon gleeful
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hello hello!! it is i, đź anon!! in your ghost caregiver writing, i saw you mentioned a possible haunted doll at the bottom of it, and it got my brain turning on how a haunted doll could be a caregiver and not a playmate, but then it clicked!! what if the doll isn't haunted by a child, but you think it's haunted by a child (at first). The doll is actually haunted by an adult who was in someway a guardian of a child, whether they have been a mom, a dad, a significantly older sibling that took in the younger one after something happened to their parents, etc etc. The doll was owned by their child/sibling/charge, and so their strong familial bond caused doll!caregiver to possess their charges favorite soft toy after their passing; so they could always be with them! But sadly, their charge grew older and packed the doll away. doll!caregiver couldn't reach them at that point, until years later when they were taken out of storage; they thought that they could see their charge again, but they just got donated to a thrift store with other knickknacks that their charge deem unnecessary to keep around :( And that's how dol!caregiver got into your hands! you popped by a small thriftstore while walking the town, and browsed around, eventually getting to an endcap near the back of store labeled "UNIQUE AND VINTAGE ITEMS", and there sat doll!caregiver! They'd most likely be a rubberfaced but softbodied doll, maybe a rainbow brite or a strawberry shortcake; something heavily associated with young girls from a while ago, but not too long ago, because that's why you picked the doll up in the first place! It reminded you of your childhood in some way, or maybe you were interested in older toys in general. Regardless, you brought them home, and almost immediately paranormal activity began happening. It was small things, like if you lost your keys, you'd turn around and find them on a very obvious spot you were sure you'd checked multiple times, or going to sleep with your TV on and waking up with it turned off. Little stuff like that, which made you look towards the little doll you'd brought home right before the activity began. You were a bit weary at first, but ran your memory back and deemed them harmless. You assumed it was haunted by a child, so you started to try and include it in things. You'd carry them around the house, you'd bundle them up in their own blanket at night, you even got them some little toys from the same thriftstore for them to play with! But that was all in vain, because the doll is haunted by an adult, an adult who's decided that you're their new charge. Whether or not they'd view you as a little sibling, a child, or something entirely different is up in the air, But they do care very much about you! They find it adorable that you try to take care of them- silly thing! they're the one who's supposed to take care of you! You're unaware of the spirit in the doll being an adult, and they're unaware that you think they're a child's spirit. They'll eventually do bigger stuff, like leave out milk and cookies when you get back from going out, or if you fall asleep in a chair or on the couch, you'll wake up to being tucked into your bed. doll!caregiver wouldn't want you getting a crick in your neck! + i didn't touch much on the yandere aspects of this idea, but i fear i may have yapped too much :( your writing is just very inspiring and I can't help but make an entire novel about the ideas u spur on,,, have a good day/night/whatever!! -đź anon
Ahhh, this is so so good!!! I keep rereading it over and over, you did such a fantastic job with the concept!!
I'd forgotten, people are kind - Haunted doll caregiver x reader - đ§¸
You take the utmost care with your vintage toys, carefully giving them baths and trying to give them the love they must have had from whoever owned them originally. It's a labor of love, repairing any tears and touching up paint to the best of your ability, but it's worth it. The newest addition to your collection definitely needed some repairs, face cracked and faded with a body that definitely expirenced some rough play throughout the years.
Once you're finished, you're proud to say it looks almost good as new! Delicately dressed back up, the doll is now ready to be tucked into bed beside you with a few of your other plushies.
Although, when you wake up the next day every single one has fallen to the floor, the doll being the only one left on the bed. You have to apologize to them for the tubble they took, setting the plushies back onto the bed in a way that you hope makes sure there's no more accidents.
However, it becomes a nightly occurrence. That's not the only strange thing happening either. Lights flicker on and off, doors slam, disembodied footsteps follow you, everything points you to the conclusion that your doll is very much haunted. The fact both saddens and makes you relieved in a way. It must be a child's spirit, but at least they won't be collecting dust in a stuffy old thrift store anymore..
They end up with a dedicated corner in your room, filled with toys you'd think they'd like, careful not to include any stuffies or other dolls. It's actually fun setting them up with a little tea party. They seem happier too! Notes crudley scribbled in crayon start appearing, touching even if they were unsettling at first.
The ghost is strangely fixated on how well you take care of yourself, almost scolding you for not eating three meals a day. The next morning, you wake up to your favorite cereal already poured with cartoons playing on the TV.
Mathew thinks you're just the cutest. You're so much like his little sister it's uncanny, but you won't abandon him like she did. He's sure of it. He had resigned himself to rotting away before you found him. You're his savoir, and Mathew will do all he can to give all your care back tenfold.
It's a little funny watching you talk to him like a child, but he supposes that's what it must seem like to you.
You've stopped paying so much attention to your other toys at least, thank goodness. Mathew feels a bit silly for being so upset with the fact that you supplied your love to them the same way, but he deserves it more. It hurts when you aren't looking at him, it makes him scared.
You're trying to color with him now, rambling on from one thing to another. He can't help but mess with you a little, only adding to his page when you aren't looking. But by the end of the night, there are two coloring pages proudly hung up at the fridge.
#i was actually very scared by haunted dolls as a child#probably ghost adventures fault#robert the doll especially#famial yandere#platonic yandere#yandere age regression#yandere agere#forced age regression#platonic yandere x reader#forced agere#yandere x reader#you've got mail! đ¨#đź anon#this was such a sweet idea!!#reader's friend: dude that thing is definitely haunted#reader: they are but they're just a baby :DD be nice >:(#i hope this was ok đź anon!
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