#is what id like to say but it sounds cheesy

[soup-soup-soup-soup-soup]

eating (or being) soup should make you happy :(

[maneskinwh0re]

ghostface!sevika x feminine!reader 👻

impulse fic for arctober 29th {sevika day}

men/minors dni, nsfw 18+

middle pic art creds to @ guccipussay 🖤

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cw: dom!sevika, sub!reader, fem!reader, a man…(reader has a bf but dw he don’t last long :3), blood, gore, violence, cheesy horror movie clichés, implied murders, mask k!nk, choking, kn!fe play, wlw smut!

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♱ halloween night — you sit next your boyfriend, cuddled up on the couch with your legs draped over his lap. his eyes linger up and down the black lingerie dress that hugs your curves, while your own eyes are focused on the horror movie playing on the tv.

♱ saw. a great franchise and the original being one of your all time favorites. as you watch, with every jump scare, your boyfriend grabs at your waist or tickles you, which is usually followed by you screaming and then playfully hitting his arm or chest.

♱ you want to like him. you do like him, but he gets on your nerves. yeah — you often go on errand trips and gym sessions with him and yeah — while you’re there, he occasionally flirts with other women when he thinks you aren’t looking. but spending your favorite holiday with him is a must. after all, what could go wrong with a simple horror movie marathon? everything is perfect, yet the night is still young.

♱ the city has been getting more and more dangerous recently, and as the clock nears midnight, all the kids must’ve gone home. the neighborhood is quiet with the exception of owls and chirping crickets.

♱ suddenly, the movie is interrupted by your phone ringing — a call from an unknown number.

♱ typically, you don’t answer a call unless the number is in your contacts, but your boyfriend irritably pauses the movie and insists you pick it up.

♱ with an agitated sigh, you answer. “hello?”

♱ “hello,” the person says on the other line. the voice is deep with a feminine undertone, laced with a rasp that almost catches you off guard.

♱ “who is this?”

♱ “you tell me your name, i’ll tell you mine.”

♱ “i don’t think so. can i help you?”

♱ “i just gotta ask you one question, baby.”

♱ baby? who does this creep think she is? you can’t help but admit her voice sounds attractive. “yeah? what is it?”

♱ “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

♱ your stomach drops and you end the call with a shudder, tossing your phone to the cushion next to you and breathing slow. something in your gut is telling you not to engage.

♱ “so… who was it?”

♱ “probably just some bratty teenagers prank calling or something.”

♱ “you lying to me?”

♱ “no! what?” you blurt out, almost angered with his distrust towards you. with a huff, you push yourself off your boyfriend’s lap and head towards the bathroom. “keep it paused, gimme five.”

♱ after rinsing your face with water, you take some deep breaths in front of the mirror. calm your nerves, it was just a phone call. the tense feeling in your gut still lingers as you walk back to the living room only to see your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. calling out his name, you sit back down on the couch and pick up your phone to dial his contact.

♱ “ugh- i’m not in the mood for this shit!” you yell out to him as you call his phone.

♱ you hear his phone ring in the other room and decide to make your way to the kitchen. you see it buzz repeatedly on the counter, watching it and zoning out as if waiting... something’s not right. where the hell is he?

♱ “your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging syste-” the sound of your call going to voicemail snaps you back to your senses before hanging up and looking around. you’ve seen too many scary movies to know this is how it all starts, and you try not to let the thought freak you out.

♱ startling you again, your own phone buzzes. unknown caller id. taking a deep breath, you tap the green button on your screen. “hello?”

♱ “hello again, beautiful.”

♱ that damn voice again. your anger rises at the woman on the other line. “what is this? some kind of sick joke? a prank?”

♱ “no no, baby. a game. a real easy one. y’ wanna play?”

♱ “what the f… do i have a choice? what’s stopping me from hanging up right now?”

♱ “maybe it’s your fear that you may not live through this very night.” yeah, right. anyone could make threats like this. she continues through your silence, “you never told me your name…”

♱ “why do you wanna know my name?”

♱ “i wanna know who i’m looking at.” your anger fizzles and breath hitches. fear smothers all the oxygen in your lungs and words are caught in the back of your throat. “you do have a choice, dove— to play or to die.”

♱ “fine,” you agree with a shaky breath, you internally scold yourself for turning to grab the nearest knife. who cares if you’re overreacting? you’re not dying tonight. you grip the knife’s handle tight as you hold your phone up to your ear. you start walking out the kitchen and down the hallway before your question is cut off with her single word. “how do i-”

♱ “colder...”

♱ you stop in your tracks. as a horror film fan, you have yelled at your television screen when a character makes a dumb decision or if you’ve wanted a better plot line. you always thought you would make logical choices if you were ever —hypothetically of course— put in a situation like this. but in this current moment, your head is only clouded with uneasy thoughts and vicious worry. you take a step backwards and start to return to the kitchen.

♱ “warmer… warmer,” her voice trails on as you play the game step by step. you pass the living room and enter the kitchen, stopping when you hear her voice again. “ah ah- cold.”

♱ you turn around and slowly creep your way back to the living room. the thought of her eyes constantly watching causes you to feel a mixture of fear and something else. your short steps continue towards the sofa where you sat care-free maybe only 10 minutes ago.

♱ “warmer… warmer… keep moving, baby. you’re doing so good… red hot. riiight there...” the mysterious woman taunts as you look around. and once you catch the sight behind the couch, you can’t help the horrified gasp and shriek that escapes your lips.

♱ your boyfriend lays motionless, face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood. deep gashes and slices have left his body mutilated. yet no weapon is left anywhere.

♱ fuck. this means she’s already in the house. your heartbeat races and your ears start ringing. no- that’s the phone—the sound of a dial tone. she hung up.

♱ you go to grab a bigger knife from the kitchen but they’ve all been taken. what’s the next best weapon? the only other option you see is the dirty pan that’s been left on the stove from dinner. looks like you’re sticking with the smaller knife you grabbed earlier.

♱ your phone goes off again, causing you to yelp at the ringer and then internally curse yourself for being so jumpy. it’s her again. you try to sound confident, but anxiety and dread involuntarily rises from the back of your throat. “what the fuck do you want?”

♱ “you, baby,” her voice is low and sultry, and you try not to let it get to you.

♱ “you’re psychotic…”

♱ “hm… sorry about your boyfriend. all those muscles didn’t help much,” she replies before ending the call again.

♱ you wander the house, preparing yourself to fight at every corner you turn. “where are you, motherfucker?” you whisper to yourself as you start to creep down the hallway. and before you realize what’s happening, a gloved hand reaches around to cover your mouth from behind, muffling your panicked scream that follows.

♱ your phone drops to the floor as you quickly swing your arm back to stab the tall figure behind you. your aggressive attempt to defend yourself is reversed as the woman dodges the knife and spins you so you’re now pinned against the wall. her right hand still muffles your mouth and the left holds your wrist above your head.

♱ your hold on the knife above you is weak as you freeze in her grip, your free hand clawing at her forearm. you can feel the size of her muscular arms in your struggles. once your vision clears, your squirming slows to a stop as you are face to face —or face to mask— with your intruder. her towering figure is clothed in black-hooded fabric and a long black and white mask is layered over her head, its mouth shaped as if screaming.

♱ you breathe through your nose in short gasps. “look at you… even prettier up close.” she tilts her head as if studying you. you’re unable to see her eyes but it’s obvious she’s looking you up and down as if you’re her next meal. “scream for help and you die. y’ got that, angel?” her hand tightens its grip on your mouth and her tone is short and stiff, like a merciless general commanding orders to a feeble soldier. you confirm you understand with a small nod, eyes still welled with tears until you soon blink them away. once your breaths even, she lowers her hand. “there you go, now was that so hard?”

♱ “what the fuck do you want from me?” you ask accusingly, making sure to not get caught up in anger. luckily, your shaky words don’t provoke her and only bring her to a deep chuckle.

♱ “such naughty language,” she says with a tut, almost amused with your fear as she lifts your chin with a gloved finger. you try so hard to push away the butterflies that form in your stomach. “besides, i thought we went over this already.” she lifts her leg between your thighs, teasingly pressing her knee up against you and trapping your body against the wall. a short gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, and she smirks under her mask. she uses this position as leverage to take the knife from your grip and lazily toss it down the hallway. the sudden sound of it clattering to the floor makes you flinch and her hands quickly return to your wrists, pinning them high above your head. “i’m not going to hurt you, angel,” she whispers, her disguised face leaning in close. “not unless you want me to…” and at the end of her sentence, your name rolls off her tongue. how the hell does she know your name?

♱ “y-you’re a damn creep,” you spit back less harsh than intended, and she can tell your barriers are wavering. if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s difficult to focus on your frustration when her actions are affecting your body like this. your mind is fuzzy, your chest feels tight, and your core aches. a moment passes as you stare at the woman in front of you, her broad build dominating your figure. the flesh of your bare thighs involuntarily clench on either sides of her knee. you’re in short, black lingerie… of-fucking-course you’re feeling vulnerable in her arms. “what ‘re you gonna do to me then?”

♱ “only things you want me to do, sweetheart.”

♱ and at this, she has you. her words bring a breathy whimper from your lips and you grind yourself against her knee. like a slut. you’re not proud, but it feels good— fear and distress not dissipating but mixing perfectly with pleasure. it’s exhilarating. intoxicating. arousing. it’s a way you’ve never felt before in relation to sex, with your boyfriend or anyone else for that matter.

♱ “y’ dirty little thing. you like this? tryin to get yourself off at the threat of your fuckin life?” she asks, her degrading tone not doing anything to help you come to your senses. “if y’ want help, jus’ use your words.”

♱ “h-help… please,” you nod up to her, squirming and going to cover your face with your hands until you're reminded of her own gloved hands restricting you by the wrists. you want to hide— hide from her, from your shame, from the lust, from your lack of wanting to fight whatever this is. but as soon as she lowers her hand to feel how wet you are through the fabric of your underwear, all negative thoughts abandon your mind.

♱ “give up the fight, dove.” the masked woman’s voice is rich and warm, and you finally pinpoint her subtle puetro rican accent while she speaks. she feels you relax into her hand at her words and loves hearing the quiet sounds you make as one of her fingers slowly circle your clit through the thin, dampened material.

♱ “i give up- i… i give up. please, just-”

♱ “you want me inside you, baby?” she whispers into the nape of your neck, the bloodied plastic of the mask grazing across your exposed collarbone. your hurried nod cues her to remove her right glove, and her left hand lazily shoves it in the back pocket of her black jeans under her cloak. you catch a glimpse of her veined hand before she pushes your underwear to the side and thrusts two thick digits into your wet cunt. you clench around her middle and ring fingers, watching how white rings of cum drip and gather at the dark skin of her knuckles.

♱ her free hand trails up your chest and grips you by the neck, squeezing lightly and bringing a strained moan from the back of your throat. “been watchin' you for a while now. 've seen the way your fingers wrap around this throat as you touch yourself, thinkin' no one could fill those filthy desires o' yours.” your hands grasp at her forearm again and force her grip harder against you. she chuckles once she realizes what you’re trying to do, and decides to give you what you want, a tightening hold that's hard enough to leave bruising. “you like my hand right here? choking the damn life outta you? y're a sick little slut, it’s adorable.”

♱ as her long fingers thrust and curl inside your heat, you find yourself at her mercy while she fucks you against the wall. the thought of your boyfriend's cold, rotting body in the other room is long gone. and you can only focus on how warm this womanly murderer feels against you, killing just so she can get to you. now that thought is what makes you weak in the knees.

♱ “can y' keep yourself standing, baby? or do i need to fuck you on the floor?” she asks as her fingers quicken their movements.

♱ “mph- i can stand!” you insist, trying so hard to keep your jelly knees from buckling under your limp self. you feel your back start to slide down the wall, disproving your protest. you're visibly unable to hold up the weight of your own trembling body. it's not your fault your trespasser just makes you feel so fucking good. so fucking close... until she stops.

♱ her fingers pull out quickly and she seizes one of your arms, not bothering to wipe your juices off her fingers. you feel how soaked two of her fingers are as her large hand grips your upper arm, tightening to a painful squeeze.

♱ “clearly, you don't have the strength. so we're gonna try s'mthin' new,” she says before tearing your underwear off and throwing you to the wooden floor. you lay there for a moment, shock hitting you as you try to take in oxygen again. facing away from the intruder, you bring your forearms close and try to crawl towards the other end of the hallway. your hips roll to the side with every other crawl so you can rub your thighs together, attempting to recreate that same friction you felt seconds ago.

♱ in the state of hysteria, you miss the foul act of the masked woman tucking your underwear into the other back pocket of her pants.

♱ you turn your head up to see her slowly bending down to pick up the kitchen knife she tossed away minutes ago. you see the back of her head through an opening in the mask's fabric. her dark hair is short, maybe reaches just past her ears. but any further sight of her human characteristics are cut short once she stands up and her posture straightens. her head turns to you. and your breath quickens. she begins walking. every brisk step passes faster than the last as she gains more speed down the hallway, knife clutched in her fist.

♱ is this how it truly ends? a trick to get edged and then end up killed? some scary movie.

♱ alarms blare in your mind and genuine fear takes over as you try to crawl away. prey chased by predator. think y' know who wins in this twisted game.

♱ a gloved hand clutches the flesh on your shoulder and flips you onto your back. you can't seem to help your panicked scream that erupts into the fabric of that same damn glove. she removes her palm with a forceful shove away and pins both your wrists to the floor on either sides of your head. she lowers her body on top of you and straddles your hips, shushing you and reassuring she won't hurt you.

♱ you almost believe her until your frightened eyes watch her arm lift, the knife held tight in her fist. she brings it down hard causing you scream again and squeeze your eyes shut, too scared to watch how she guts you. when you don't feel any pain, you peek an eye open to watch her laugh. laugh at your terror, knife still in hand.

♱ rightfully pissed off now, for both fearing for your life and the pleasure she has delayed you of, you spit up at her ghost of a face. your saliva scatters across the plastic, but surely she felt mist of it directly through the patches of the eyes and mouth. she pauses. and if only you could see that sadistic smirk of hers, just so proud of your little defiant act.

♱ but every bad action has its consequence.

♱ the knife lifts again and is slammed down into the floor, just inches to the right of your head. the handle points up to the ceiling and your ghostface girl guides your hand up and wraps your fingers around it, then follows suit and wraps her own left hand around the handle as well. it's sentimental, you tell yourself as you focus on calming your breathing.

♱ her right hand trails down your chest and returns to its place at your cunt. she teases a finger before pushing in two again, and you can't tell how long she keeps delaying your needed orgasm. one moment, you're a pleading mess. the next, you can't speak because her gloved hand clutches at either your mouth or throat. she smells of dried blood and alcohol, bringing you close only to pause her movements for the second time.

♱ “please, i can't keep doing this. i... need to-” your begs are cut off by her taunting words.

♱ “need to what?” she asks, her mask leaning close to your face. “say it.” her intensity rises a blush to your cheeks, and when you can only let out a shy whimper, she withdraws her fingers from your aching heat again.

♱ ignoring your protests, fusses, and pouts, she shoos your hand off the knife's handle next to your head and yanks it out of the floor in one swift movement. she trails the sharp point of the blade down your torso, from your chest all the way to your mound. you can't help the little buck of your hips as the cold metal lightly grazes your clit.

♱ that little movement brings her to a chuckle. “i know a lot o' things about you, dove. but i wasn't sure you'd crave knife play this badly.”

♱ you can only muster a strained groan. and with that, she flips the weapon and gently pushes the handle into your soaking walls. the most provocative of sounds is brought at the contact, and it's music to her ears. she groans in satisfaction and ogles at how well you take it.

♱ her thrusts are slow, careful, gentle, turning and pushing and pulling... mindful of how easily she could injure the flesh of your inner thighs or even your pretty pussy with one wrong move. her skilled hands work you up again, probing your body with her calloused skin.

♱ you feel that knot in your core grow tighter and tighter. in a moment of impulse, your shaky hands reach up to grab hold of the ghostface's mask and pull it up to reveal your intruder's real identity. she just lets you, casually watching your wide-eyed reaction to her appearance as she fucks you faster.

♱ she's fucking gorgeous. you first notice her eyes, a shining grey in contrast to her darker skin. her nose is wide and hooked, her lips are plump and soon turn upward in a sly smirk as you study her. she notices your focus lingering at her lips, so she allows herself to lean in and place a light kiss to your slightly open mouth. your jaw is slack as you continue to take staggered breaths, yet you want more. you chase the kiss once she begins to pull away. connecting your panting mouth to hers again, she pushes her tongue into your mouth with a groan and swallows every sweet whimper she brings from the back of your throat.

♱ the handle of the knife continues to pump in and out of your leaking cunt. she knows you won't last much longer. you can't. you break the kiss at the last possible moment to gasp for air, and she uses that short second to pull her ghostface mask back down with her gloved hand.

♱ she wants her lips to be on yours again, but she'd be damned if she returns to the sensation. she's already internally scolding herself for becoming too attached to the taste of you, but she is just loving how you make vulgar curses sound sweet in the ways they spill from your panting lips. “f-fuck, fuck! i'm gonna-”

♱ “i know, baby, i know,” she says, her deep voice slightly softens as she speeds up her pace and grazes your clit with her thumb. “sevika,” her deep voice mutters close to your ear. and when you bite her clothed shoulder as a way to mute your own uncontrollable whimpers and moans, her gloved hand returns a threatening squeeze to your throat. after forcing you back down to the floor, she speaks again. “scream for sevika. scream my name as you cum on my fingers, dove...”

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♱ blue and red lights move across the walls through the windows. the blaring sounds of sirens are heard from outside. you think you find peace until you hear muffled yells from police officers at your front door, warning anyone who is in the entryway that they're breaking it down. you hear a countdown and loud pounding, but the ringing in your ears is louder.

♱ by the time the officers run down the hallway and get a sight of you, there's scattered radio chatter followed by paramedics springing into action and bombarding you with questions.

♱ “ma'am, can you hear me?” ... “can you tell me your name?” ... “have you been stabbed?” ... “is there anyone else in the apartment with you?” ... “who did this?”

♱ you're coughing and sputtering. your body is in a heap of blood, sweat, and tears (and cum but it's not as noticeable). at this point, you only remember little flashes.

♱ sevika. you never got to tell her how pretty that name is. you remember the outlines of her face. the trace of her fingers... the trace of that knife before it was plunged into you. not deep, nor anywhere vital. you remember being in that post-orgasm gaze... a whisper in your ear — “for evidence...” — and then a sharp pain sliding its way in and out of your side, bringing you to a pile of blood and pained tears on the floor. you were already covered in sweat — she had made sure of it, but then she had to go ruin you again. ruin your body twice.

♱ a flashlight is shining in your eyes, bringing you back to the present as well as attention to the obvious growing blood stain in your clothing. your breathing becomes strained and labored as your vision starts to cloud.

♱ “victim has three visible injuries-” you overhear paramedics take note of your body's condition as they bring in a stretcher to carry you. “stab wound and two abrasions, neck and chest...”

♱ a subtle grin sneaks its way onto your face once you realize why sevika left you in an open pile on the floor. she didn't want to kill you, but she also didn't want to see your name in a court file. seems like getting found with a stab wound would lower your chances of being high suspect for your boyfriend's murder. they have no other leads so far, but sevika made it seem like you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

♱ you know police will pester you with further questions and investigations, but you don't care. your lips are sealed.

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♡ this was so rushed i actually don’t like it but WHATEV

♡ hope y'all enjoyed! lmk if y'all want this to be a series bc i love halloween too much to only post spooky themes once a year...

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[cursed-frog]

The phuppets got posted today so I thought Id share what I had signed at cardiff tit n2 🧡🩵

Plus our photo together and them recognizing the design 💙📺

These guys are the only people who I can really say mean the world to me and as parasocial as that sounds, I just get them and they get their audience. I don’t need anything more from them than what they already give to us. I respect them intellectually as creatives and adore them as a childhood obsession (or just regular obsession now). Phil especially, after the retweet and the boom of people I got to know with interacting with the community, him telling me that he retweeted it because he liked it was a full circle moment. I’m glad I could make them happy for a moment after all the happiness they gave me.

God that sounded so cheesy, I’m really pouring my heart out here under a muppets post. But this is tumblr and I don’t think I would want it any other way.

[iamnotdeadyet]

Hiii! I have been reading your works and theyre honestly really good! Keep it up!! ♥️♥️ id like to request a bf gojo and a chubby reader bc i havent been feeling that confident lately and there isnt much chubby reader content 😅😓

Please and thank youuu ♥️♥️🐄

Thank you for your supportttt♥︎♥︎ since you're my first request , here's a star.☆ if you cant see it, its because your beauty outshines it.♥︎

A full course meal

|| Bf!Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Reader

Gojo Satoru liked your body, loved and worshiped it even. That was merely a fact.

But he enjoyed it more when you liked it too. After all he didn't want you covering your plump hips by wearing baggy clothes and he sure as hell didn't like it when you avoided face sitting. It was his favourite part of the day! COming home after a mission and releasing some stress by making your fat cunt cum on his tongue while you took the breath away from him-literally and figuratively he likes both dw.

So when out of the blue you just start avoiding it, he starts to get concerned. Did he overdo it? But you said you liked it! Was he getting worse? With the way your pretty pussy was squirting on him and your thighs trembled around his head, he didn't think so. So why? And what better way to figure out than to ask you?

"Well...i..."

"Hm? You what? You're drop dead gorgeous? You're hotter than the sun? I already know that, so answer my question."

Your nerves ease a bit at his cliche pick-ups and a chuckle leaves your lips involutarly.

"I...I'm too heavy..." It comes out as a mumble but by god...when he even catches a hint of the word 'heavy' he wants to laugh out loud.

But he has sense and he knows it would make you feel worse rather than showing he didn't agree at all. So for once, he lets his actions do the work.

And by that i mean he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes-or rather a towel after shower, because that's what he made it look like.

"Heavy? You're not 'heavy'. The only thing heavy here is my love for you and that pretty plump ass of yours, babe."

And that's how he carried you around the whole day. Bridal style, princess style, piggyback, nelson, it didn't matter. He was determined to show you that you weighted NOTHING to him and that it was NOTHING to worry about.

And honestly...after that and how he kept you close to him while you cuddled and watched a cheesy rom-com...you dont think you could wish for more.

"Youre my full course meal of a girlfriend, babe~♥︎ It doesn't matter what other people say, mkay?" He says as he kisses your forehead goodnight. "And dont forget that!"

You're sure you look and sound like a lovesick fool when you tell him you love him but hey. At least you're both lovesick fools with a happy end.♥︎

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[jaetyun]

How different boys planet trainees would ask you on a date; a thread!

sung hanbin, gunwook, ricky, taerae, hong hai, keita & gyuvin x gn!reader (all separately) (established friendships with all of them)

genre: tooth rotting fluff, implied school au with hai and gyuvin

wc: 2.4k

a/n: for my friends lani yen and lulu 🫶

Park Gunwook

swore he was a rizz god

not that he was overcompensating, gunwook was just a confident man!

“im an attractive guy! i dont see why i wouldnt have a shot?”

that was, until he met you

the reality was.. he was anything but a rizzler 💀

giggling like a schoolgirl at a joke you had made, gunwook covered his mouth and quickly cleared his throat. he was not gonna give himself away! in his head, the stone face could come off cool and mysterious. like, he was imagining your very inner monologue! ‘woah! this guys different.. he doesn’t laugh easily. i wonder what he finds funny… i wanna kiss him right at this moment!’ yup! that was definitely you and surely *not* his own thoughts. just to really sell his tough guy-sona, gunwook knew he had to make eye contact. intimidation worked on his dog, why wouldnt it work on people too! although.. he didn’t remember his dogs eyes being this mesmerizing…

“gunwook! are you even listening??”

“i would love to.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, causing gunwook to snap back to reality. he sheepishly smiled, blinking a couple times before laughing.

“sorry i-“

“you’d love to what??”

gunwook laughed. not the ‘😭😭’ or the ‘😂’ laugh, the ‘ha.ha.ha’ laugh. he waved his hand, clicking his tongue while trying to think of a bluff. not like that! he would not love to take you on a date and most definitely would not love to date you! so why couldnt he say that out loud?? his mouth seemed to betray him, coughing out pathetically, “ha! what do you… how.. youre.. are you free this friday?”

You chuckled, a sound that melted his heart and any remaining tough-sona left in him. dammit! where did he go wrong? gunwook swore his intimidation was foolproof! still, he couldnt help but shyly bat his eyelashes as you responded to his simple request.

“id love to.”

Ricky Shen

ricky doesn’t strike me as someone who’d make the first move

“i dont chase, i attract” sort of mentality

it usually worked out for him

that was.. until he saw you getting too close to someone else

you barely made it around the corner before being jumpscared by the tall blonde, who was leaning against the wall waiting for you. his eyes practically burned with envy when you appeared in his view next to them

he frowned, looking at you and simply ignoring their existence. “you ready?”

“for..?” you tilted your head in confusion, giving him a slight side eye.

“Our date.” ricky frowned, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. this only proved to confuse you more, giving a couple of hard blinks before being dragging along by the taller male. you quickly waved bye to your friend, whisper-yelling at ricky once you were down the hallway.

“are you serious right now?!” you yanked your hand away, making him stop. he turned around, still looking as stoic as ever. ricky nodded, pulling out his card.

“a steakhouse or italian?”

Sung Hanbin

a very romantic man

wants everything to be perfect. you already know he bought a box of chocolates and everything

“so what if its cheesy? its sweet!”

he had valentine’s day marked on his calendar, hyping himself up with each day be crossed off leading up to it.

hanbin gulped, nervously fidgeting with the gifts he bad bought you. you already had a foot out of the electric doors of the building he was waiting at the entrance of. your eyes lit up seeing him, awkwardly waving while walking up to the boy.

“hey!”

“hanbin! whatre doing here? are these.. for me?” you look up at him curiously, eyes softening upon seeing his exicted smile. hanbin was quick to nod, handing you the flowers. then the chocolates. then a teddy bear. then the bag of candles and bathbomb. than the valentines card he handmade. all you could do was shake your head in shock. “you didn’t have to..”

“but i wanted to!” and its true! hanbin had spent so much time and energy into trying to make everything perfect that he came across overbearing. you had gotten used to it with his absurd amount of gift giving, bit even this left you in awe. he resembled a puppy, his imaginary tail wagging excitedly.

the sight was something you couldnt help but shyly chuckle at. “well thank you. happy valentines” hanbin.. hadn’t planned this far. his brain was sent into overdrive trying to find an appropriate segway to pop the question. he found himself opening his mouth, but not words coming out.

you tilt your head at hanbin, waiting to see what else he has in store. knowing himself, he was surprised he didn’t end up buying all of korea just for you. he awkwardly held out his hand, gesturing for you to take it (how he thought you would with your arms filled, youre not quite sure)

“shall we?”

Terazono Keita

doesn’t hesitate

“what good would stalling do?”

such straightforward thinking

“if you like me, you like me! if you dont, you dont”

he never second guessed his philosophy until he met you

keita shook his head in disbelief, shoving the singular flower he had bought into his friends face. “what do you mean? i thought you couldnt go wrong with flowers??”

zhang hao smiled condescendingly, pointing at the shriveled petals. “not when you had them for *weeks* now and never had the guts to actually use them” he responded flatly. keita clicked his tongue, mumbling “everyone finds them romantic hao…”

“i dont find a half wilted daisy very charming” keitas head was already ready to retort, but he quickly hushed hao away once he saw you walking towards their direction. he smiled, his personality flipping a switch as he met you in the middle.

“oh! keita, here’s that cd you let me borrow“

“nah, keep it.” he hummed, quickly shoving the white daisy in his back pocket. keita was sure hed come around to giving it to you next time! just like the last 5 times..

your eyes beamed, your grip on the plastic softly tightening. “..really??” keita nodded, taking in account your excitement. “what, do you like that band?” your pupils were practically sparkling, nodding wordlessly.

“not like. *love*” jackpot! fuck the flowers, keita had a new plan.

“well y’know.. they’re coming around town next month.” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“deadass??”

“ill buy a ticket if you do”

you laughed, nodding along in agreement. “alright, sure! tell me which seat you get so i can be next to you”

“okay, why dont we talk it out over dinner?” you were left unable to resist his not-so-hidden advances. his cheesy 😎 expression had you giggling like a child. “you bet. should i wait for you?”

he waved you off, shaking his head quickly. “ill catch up with you.” after you exchanged thumbs ups and you had vanished, keita turned around to zhang hao with a giddy smile.

“am i smooth or what???”

hao sarcastically clapped

“only took you 6 tries”

Kim Gyuvin

so thoughtful and organized

“i spend too much time thinking about you to not be this thorough!”

and thorough he is

has a backup plan for his backup plan

now he just needs to courage to actually do it

gyuvin mumbled under his breath the speech he has rehearsed for when you left class. he nodded once satisfied, proud of the script he had memorized. that night the boy had created a chart of every scenario and outcome depending on what you’d respond with. once he felt satisfied, gyuvin wrote all the answers and cue words onto his hand with some pen. even with all his planning, he still feeling those butterflies as hard as ever watching you leave your classroom.

“you know that bowling alley that opened up recently?”

“why, wanna go together?”

“oh it’s just down by- what?”

this was NOT a scenario he had memorized, and gyuvin quickly glanced to his hand to see what he should say.

“i asked if you wanted to go to the bowling alley with me.”

gyuvin hadn’t found his answer in time, and decided to just wing it.

“oh! umm, it’s just-“

alright winging it over. his brain seemed to turn to mush in your presence and without a guide he’d honestly end up scaring you away. what he *didnt* expect was you scaring him away instead.

you gently grabbed his wrist, pulling it closer to you to read what was on his palm. “what is this?” he quickly yanked his hand away in embarrassment, shoving it in his pocket. “oh y’know! just uh.. to help me on a test next period.. ?”

“i didn’t know your test had my name on it.” you chuckled at him, seemingly very amused at his now completely flushed cheeks. not only did he have your name written about a thousand times, he put hearts around each one. gyuvin opened his mouth to respond, but words seemed to fail him. you put a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality a bit.

“gyu. you never answered my first question.”

“what is it?”

“do you. want to. go to the bowling alley. together?”

Dang Hong Hai

so shy

like please save him

he’ll talk about every little interaction while twirling his hair

“i borrowed a pencil!!” “… a pencil?”

fails to actually be able to speak to you though

hai had always been awkward when talking to you, so it was no surprise when you waved to him in the hallway he said nothing. it was also not a surprise when he never mentioned it later in class. what *was* a surprise was seeing him talking with a friend at the end of the hallway, resting against the locker nonchalantly. the nerve of that guy! and he didn’t even seem to notice your waving. you’re not sure why he suddenly switched up, but you’re gonna get answers out of him.

the answer you were not expecting is walking up to them and hearing your very name come out of his mouth. “we’re basically friends now!”

“really? arent you using the term too broadly here.”

“no i swear! we even wave to each other in the hallway now!” he cheered, seeming to gush at the idea. his friend pretended to be shocked, dramatically putting a hand over his mouth.

“woah, we’re taking big steps here. from pencils to waving?? might as well be official”

hai frowned, shaking his head. “i’m telling you all that’s left is asking for the insta!”

“you downloaded insta just for-“

“what??” that’s all you could say, caught completely off guard by their conversation. honghais mouth fell open, slowly turning to you with a :0 expression. “how much of that did you hear…?”

you looked between him and his friend, then him and his friend, back and forth back and forth.

honghais face was completely pink, burying his face into his hands. there was a moment of silence between you two.. both at a loss for words on what to say.

“i’m *so* sorry! i just-“

“you could’ve just asked..” you mumbled, pulling out a paper and quickly writing something down.

“please just- forget this! again i’m so-“ you placed the paper against his chest, waving to him before turning around and walking to class.

“well, you fumbled.” hai quickly hit his friends chest, looking at the paper in a panic.

on it laid your insta and number with a smiley face.

“let’s hang out :)”

Kim Taerae

always wondering how you won’t pick up on his flirting

the flirting in question: sending you tiktoks he finds funny

one of his usuals is making songs for you and having you tell him what you think

at this point, he wants to get straight to the point and finally pop the question. his method of choice is through song like always

the two of you had picked a spot to hang out together, to let taerae “show a new song he’s been working on” for the most part it was true! and you had never questioned his intention for the serenades, chalking it up to ‘he liked the genre!’

taerae began the rhythm, humming along to the guitar he began to play. you nodded along, closing your eyes to truly listen to the music. the lyrics were a lot more direct then normal, straight up sounding like a cheesy love confession. when you heard the strings no longer make a noise, you opener you eyes and began clapping.

“your lyricism is improving! it’s a lot more poetic this time!” you noted, earning a chuckle from the boy.

“are you curious why it’s better?”

you shrugged. “i guess. what is it?”

“this time i had someone in mind~” he gives you a look, one that screaming there’s more questions he was begging you to ask.

“is that right? who’s the lucky one” you entertained, resting your hand on the palm of your hand. your elbow rested on your knee, giving taerae your utter attention.

“guess.”

you jokingly started to look around you two, examining everyone else walking around the park. squinting, you pretending to consider some options in the crowd, only to turn back to him with a cheeky grin. one last glance from the left and right, you landed on one last option. you slowly raised your head out of your palm, pointing to yourself with only half sincerity. taerae shyly nodded, giving you all the confirmation you needed without saying a single word being exchanged between you two.

“seriously?” you pointed at yourself with more emphasis, and he softly laughed before pointing to you as well. you both continued to feed each other giggles, seeming to telepathically communicate. you finally cleared your throat, trying to silence all the leftover snickers. “well? what’re trying to say mr. singer?”

taerae straightened his back, running his hand through all the strings of his guitar before saying in a sing-songy voice (that did not go with the riff at all) “will you go out with me? ♪”

you began to cackle, clapping in laughter at his cute nature. you pretended to ponder the question, tapping your chin with an index finger. “sorry what was that? i didn’t quite catch it.”

“will you go out with me? ♪”

you leaned over to him, plucking a random string and mimicking his singing.

“yes i will ♪”

[caffiene-creature-chesed]

[An Agent's voice message is in Chesed's inbox. The ID of the sender reveals them to be one Emily (just Emily) from Safety, a relatively senior Agent. Her voice is thick and hoarse like she'd been crying for a long, long while before the recording was made.]

...I just thought this was just some silly, stupid bullshit, y'know? Like with that weird You're Bald Abno or whatever. I mean, it sounds dumb as hell, right? A printer that gets your balls stuck in it— it's a fucking joke! It's like one of those stupid nonsense jokes Maxine always makes—!

...

[A long, shuddering breath is taken. Agent Emily exhales against the microphone, distorting the audio for a short time.]

...Made. I guess.

[A short pause.]

...I mean. This originated from your Department, right? I, I don't know anything about you but there had to be signs that something was wrong, right? You're not blind, right? You knew that people were getting hurt, or going to get hurt, right? Getting... getting stuck's a horrible feeling! And I had to watch Maxine get stuck, and I had to watch Maxine—!

...

...Maxine. Maxine. We... we were alone together, y'know? We were just hanging out. Just, y'know, talking. And it was just me and her if we both ignored the security cams and the Clerks, and we did ignore them, so as far as I cared it was perfect. I was gonna ask her out, and maybe it was stupid but I wanted it to be like one of her romance novels 'cuz I sometimes sneak in a chapter or two when she's not looking. She always read that kind of, of cheesy shit and I know she woulda appreciated it. But I know you don't care about that kind of stupid pointless shit, right? Why am I even telling you my goddamn life story?

[Emily lets out a humorless chuckle.]

...Well. I guess it's because you're the only one left to hear me now, even if all you do in the end is turn away and plug your ears like I bet you always do. Like what everyone here always does. It doesn't matter— tomorrow will once again be business as usual, right?

[Emily sniffles, choking down a sob. A pause— about two minutes and four seconds in length— ensues as she presumably attempts to regain composure.]

...I'm pretty damn strong, if I do say so myself, but I guess I wasn't strong enough to do anything that actually mattered. One of those damn printers came outta nowhere and just crushed her, just like that, and suddenly my first love is gone. Just like that. Isn't it ironic that the moment I decide to open my heart, it's squashed flat just like Maxine was?

It wasn't a quick death, either, y'know, but I bet you're already familiar with these kinds of stories, right? I bet you don't even feel anything when I tell you that I watched her bones struggle and splinter and snap beneath the weight. She made this horrible rattling, choking noise as she scrabbled at the floors so hard that her nails broke, and I felt the way her flesh tore as I pulled so hard so desperately at her arm that it came off altogether and somehow it was still warm against my cold-ass fingers that i would always press against the back of her neck just to see her jump and curse at me

but now she will always be colder than my fingers

I know it wanted it to hurt. It wanted her to hurt. It wanted me to hurt and it killed her with the same kind of slow and loving care that i used to reserve for her

and this could have been prevented right ?thiswas a pointless death pointless s,uffering everything everything meaningless how could you how could you

always turn a blind eye

to these losses? do you lower your head and

imagine that

these unending tears of your employees are just rain,

and that our eternally piling corpses with faces twisted in every imaginable agony are just lumps of rotting mud beneath your feet,

and that the ever-thickening stench of our blood and our terror is just sweet petrichor in the air ?

...

...

...

...Well. So much for Welfare... pfft.

[The recording ends abruptly. Later inquiry reveals that Emily had jumped into Blue Star shortly afterwards, dragging Maxine's remains with her.]

(Chesed is standing in the corner of the hallway, absently spraying printers and listening to the recording. On the wall is a screen where a video tape of the security cameras is paused.)

...

A dead agent, not even from my department- and it's my fault, again. Just as always. I'll... try my best to get those printers down, though I'm not sure how they got here myself. The manager has just called Rabbit Team and the facility received a notification for an unannounced threat... I'm sorry, Emily.

(He puts his device up, and scrolls through the security tapes again, before abruptly closing it. Soon, an announcement can be heard ringing through the halls of the Welfare team.)

Everybody, listen up! There is one printer in the printer room that is controlling everything. It is also responsible for turning clerks into new printers, as well. I need all my female-at-birth fighters to direct all their attention to that printer, while everybody else capable of fighting need to watch the hallways and make sure nothing else gets out. Any clerk who is unable to protect themselves should take refuge in my office or Mirror of Adjustment's containment unit, are we clear?

[annafayeink]

Hope on a Bullet

summary: After assassinating a corrupt CEO, a man on the run turns to an unlikely ally—the girl who worked at the hostel he stayed at before the crime. When the fallout from the investigation costs her everything, she reluctantly lets him crash for one night. But as danger closes in and trust turns into something deeper, they’re forced to navigate a fragile bond built on secrets, loss, and the lingering shadow of violence. How far can hope go when it’s built on the edge of a bullet?

warnings & tags: slow burn, eventual smut, multiple pov, hurt/comfort, chronic pain (and dealing with it)

Chapter Three

Gabriella leans on the counter, elbows pressing into the dark marble as her thumb scrolls lazily through her phone. It's nearly midnight, but the hostel isn't quite asleep yet. The muffled sound of laughter drifts from the common room upstairs, accompanied by the occasional crack of pool balls colliding with each other and landing in pockets. The rhythm is familiar, almost soothing, a reminder that even at this hour, life doesn't entirely pause.

Late shifts don't bother her much. Fewer people usually means fewer issues. Still, the electric buzz of the neon lights hanging on the walls grates on her nerves, and the cloying lemon scent of air freshener permeating the lobby always manages to irritate her sinuses. It's a deadly combo.

She exhales slowly, trying not to think about the fact that her shift won't end for another two hours.

Then the bell above the door chimes, cutting through her haze of boredom. Her eyes flicker to the new arrival—a figure bundled in a heavy jacket, hood up, and a cotton mask snug over their face.

“Cold out there, huh?” she asks flatly, more out of habit and politeness than any real interest. It's automatic, a reflex born of too many shifts making small talk with travelers who never stay too long. Her thumb continues its lazy scroll through a thread about the best ways to revive a dying monstera plant.

“Freezing,” comes the reply. “But seeing you is already warming me up.”

The voice has a hint of charm, like it belongs to someone who knows how to disarm a room without even trying. The playfulness in the tone makes her pause and glance up.

The man approaching the counter moves with an easy confidence, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. A black balaclava covers the lower half of his face, leaving only his dark eyes visible.

“Smooth,”she says, arching an eyebrow. “You rehearse that one?”

“Not at all,” he says, placing a hand over his chest in mock innocence as if he's been accused of a great injustice. “It just came to me. You must be my muse.”

Gabriella rolls her eyes pointedly at the cheesiness of the line. And yet, there's something about the exaggerated delivery that makes her lips twitch up involuntarily. “Right. Well, inspiration or not, we’ve got a two-night max for guys who think they’re Casanova.”

“That’s too bad,” he says, leaning forward slightly, resting his forearms on the counter like they’re old friends. She notices the way his dark eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, hinting at the grin hidden behind the mask. “I needed four.”

She snorts despite herself, shaking her head as she swivels toward the computer. Against her better judgment, she's actually amused. “What’s your name?” she asks, fingers poised over the keyboard.

He pulls out his wallet with a casual ease, sliding the ID across the counter. “Mark Rosario.”

Gabriella picks up the card and glances at it before focusing on him again. Her gaze lingers on the balaclava he still hasn’t removed. “What’s with the mask? Planning a robbery or something?”

She's teasing, but the response is quick. His eyes flick down to her name tag before he leans in just a little, like he’s letting her in on a joke. “Oh, Gabriella…” Her name rolls off his tongue like it's poetry. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

The audacity in his tone and the playful challenge catch her off guard and make her laugh. Honestly, who flirts with their face half-covered? She leans in too, just enough to match his energy. “You should know they don’t pay me enough to fight off cute thieves.”

He lights up at that, his expression practically boyish despite the mask. “You think I’m cute?”

She taps the ID lightly, a sly smile curling her lips. “The guy in this picture is,” she teases. “You? I don’t know. I can’t see your face.”

For a moment, like he’s deciding something, he pauses. Then, with deliberately slow movements, he tugs the mask down just enough to reveal a clean-shaven face and a grin that’s equal parts mischievous and charming.

“Better?”

Gabriella studies him for a beat longer than necessary, letting her smile widen just slightly. Strong jaw, features sharp but not harsh. And the smile is simply disarming. He is handsome, in an annoyingly self-aware way, but she refuses to give him that.

She holds up the ID next to his face, arching a brow as if weighing its credibility. “Well, it matches.”

“Oh, lucky me.” His voice dips just enough to underline the irony, the corner of his mouth rising in a way that's almost too smug. “What's next, background check?”

Gabriella doesn't blink, playing along with a shrug. “Depends. You hiding anything else I should know about?”

His grin deepens, his confidence never wavering. “Just my good manners,” he says lightly. “But I promise to find them before the night’s over.”

She laughs, shaking her head, finally setting the ID down. “You’re unbelievable,” she giggles, typing in his details into the system.

“Unbelievably charming, I hope.” His voice has that same playful edge, but it softens just enough to keep it from being obnoxious. “But if I push my luck, you’ll kick me out before I even get a key. So I’ll behave. Scout’s honor.”

Her smirk lingers as she types. She’s heard her fair share of bad pickup lines from late-night check-ins, but there’s something about him that’s harder to dismiss. Maybe it’s the way his voice shifts between teasing and sincere, or the way he watches her—like he’s genuinely paying attention, not just passing through.

The faint clicking of the keyboard fills the space between them. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices him leaning on the counter again, his gaze steady and unflinching. She pretends not to notice, focusing on the screen instead, but she feels his presence on her skin like music-induced goosebumps.

“So,” he says, tone more conversational now, “is it always this quiet at night, or did I just luck out?”

“Quiet’s a gamble,” Gabriella replies with a shrug, wrinkling her nose. “Sometimes it's quiet. Sometimes drunk backpackers decide 2am karaoke is a great idea. You just never know.”

He chuckles. “The karaoke sounds entertaining, but I’ll take quiet.”

“You don’t seem like the karaoke type,” she says, sliding the ID back across the counter towards him. Their fingers brush briefly, their eyes meet, and they linger on each other a moment too long.

Gabriella feels something strange—like he’s letting her see just enough of him to make her curious, but keeping everything else locked away.

“I’m full of surprises,” he says, slipping the card back into his wallet. “What about you? Karaoke queen?”

She snorts. “I try not to embarrass myself in front of strangers.”

“Too bad. Bet you’d kill it.”

His voice is unexpectedly warm, and his laugh lines soften the sharpness of his features. There’s something very captivating about him that's throwing her off. For a moment, the banter feels less like an act and more like an attempt at real connection, but she knows better than to think too much about it.

“All right,” she says, clearing her throat and pulling up the room options. “We’ve got beds available in a mixed dorm or an all-male dorm. Any preference?”

For some reason, he hesitates. His head tilts slightly, and his gaze sharpens, studying her like he’s trying to figure her out. The pause stretches just long enough to feel deliberate. Was he weighing her reaction? Why?

“Male dorm,” he says finally, voice casual, like it doesn’t really matter.

Gabriella nods, fetching the keycard. “You’ll have two roommates. Hope you don’t mind,” she says, handing it to him.

“Not at all.”

His fingers brush hers briefly again when he takes the card, and she resents the way it makes her heart beat a little faster. She clears her throat, turning her focus back to the computer.

“Rooms are upstairs. Try not to charm the other guests,” she says with a pointed look. “Some of them might actually fall for it.”

“Only if they’re half as smart as you,” he replies with another grin, voice dropping just enough to make the words feel personal.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Rosario.”

“I will.” He steps back from the counter, balaclava still bunched around his neck. But just as he turns, he pauses. “By the way…”

She raises an eyebrow, curiosity flickering across her face.

“Your eyes,” he says quietly. “They’re too kind for a place like this.”

Her lips part in surprise and she blinks at him, unsure whether to laugh or scowl. Was he being sincere, or was this just another line? Something in his tone, though—low and almost wistful—made her chest tighten in a way she didn't like.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t answer, just steps toward the elevator with an easy wave. “Just an observation. Thanks for the warm welcome. Try to get some rest tonight.”

As the elevator doors close behind him, Gabriella mutters under her breath, “Kind doesn’t pay the bills.”

But even as she shakes her head and turns back to her computer, her thoughts linger on his grin—and the way his words made her feel like she'd been seen. Her curiosity was piqued in a way that felt dangerous, like walking too close to the edge of something she didn't fully understand.

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[d0wn-in-the-morgue]

can i just say, world behind my wall by tokio hotel needs more appreciation. this song has permanantly altered my brain chemistry. it has shifted my view on the world. it has left a mark on my heart that will never go away. this song is genuinely one of the most beautiful songs ever written and lowkey my favourite tokio hotel song. (apart from thema nummer eins ofc) i fucking love world behind my wall so fucking much. if i EVER got the chance to see tokio hotel live and they played THIS???? i think id piss my pants, faint, wake up, cry and probably bust a nut all at once. this song has honestly saved my life. everytime im sad, everytime i wanna give up, everytime i feel like i hate the world i stream world behind my wall and i instantly feel better. the theme of being scared to go into the future/real world and constantly hiding behind a wall of defense youve made for yourself resonates with me so hard its almost scary. i genuinely think this is my song. its healing. its when the world is finally starting to look okay. its finding beauty in things you never saw beauty in. the high notes after the 2nd bridge will forever live in my head rent free, theyre so perfect. how the fuck does bill manage to absolutely EATTTT every note in that song. the opening of the song whether tom plays it on guitar or piano is so perfectly written. the "woah oh woah" in the chorus feels like the ending to a cheesy kids movie but in the best way possible. nothing could be better in this song. it needs 0 improvements. its the perfect song. i lowkey love the humanoid version better, something about hearing the english lyrics and not having to think "oh i forgot what this part means" and just having bill directly say it feels so nice. also i think the chorus just sounds better in the humanoid version. normally i hate the english covers but theres just something about this one. but then again humanoid came out before lass uns laufen anway so...

please, for the love of fucking god, stream this damn song.

[giggly-squiggily]

Black clover needs more love🤩 Id love to see Smile: “I didn’t know you were ticklish here!” with lee Noelle and ler Asta and having him discover an odd ticklish spot, it would be so cute🤭

AHHH! *sobs* I love all the Black Clover prompts; it's one of my favorite series of all time aljkrjkearjkeajk My darling Noelle- I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

Smile: "I didn't know you were ticklish here!"

“Eek!”

“Careful!” Asta’s hand reached out instinctively, grasping Noelle’s upper arm as she stumbled. “The path here is pretty rough-what was that?”

Noelle had made a noise of surprise, yes- but there was another when he grabbed her. For a moment, he thought he might have accidentally brushed something he shouldn’t, but his fingers were pointed towards him. The water mage could only freeze, face bright red.

“W-Watch it, Dorksta! And let go of me-hehehe!”

“Oh wow! I didn’t know you were ticklish there!” Asta was smiling, a big cheesy one as he gently pressed into her upper arm once more, making her jump and giggle. “I didn’t know people could be ticklish here!”

“Shuhuuhuht uhuhuhuhp! Gehhheheht ohohohoff me, yoohhoohu jeheheherk!” Noelle tried to pull her arm free, but her footing was far too unsteady on the rough path they walked. “Whahaha! Dohoohohn’t leheheht me gohoohoho!”

“Wasn’t going to. Don’t want you to fall and bust your head open.” Asta smiled as he carefully pulled her along, his hand steady and ever so tickly against her arm as they navigated the path. “Come on- I know the way!”

“Yoohohohour itihihihihikling me on puhuhuhuhurpohohouse!” She accused through her breathless giggles, half of her wanting to shove him away while the other half wanted to lean more into him. Her heart said yes and her nervous system said can’t talk right now, being tickled to tears! “Whahhahahy are yoohohohu squeueueuezing iihihihiht?”

“Hm? Oh, my bad.” Asta lightened his touch, easing some of the tickles as they finally found their footing. “There we are, safe and sound.”

“Ugh, you’re so-!” Noelle was about to say something likely mean, but found herself at a loss of words when his hand slid down to hers, grasping it tightly as he continued walking. “I think the path is fine now..”

“I know.” He didn’t look back, sparing her a witness to her blushing face. His own ears seemed a bit red though.

“Dorksta.” She rolled her eyes, unable to fight the growing smile on her lips.

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[xeno828]

Trollhunters Ending FIXED!!!

So....I've recently binged this entire series, fell in love with it and promptly gotten heartbroken at the shitty ending the movie gave us. SO!!!! I have seen many people hating on the ending and pretending it and the movie didn't exist. I came up with an idea that I am permanently using as a replacement for the ending that I'm pretty happy with. I can't write dramatically for shit BUT I can scribble ideas! If anyone wants to flesh this out into a one shot fic PLZ TAG ME JUST SO I CAN READ IT!!!!!

(also this is gonna read more like a screen play for a movie cus I'm a vid editor and that's how I picture stuff, doesn't always translate well into a written story! 😅)

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- So everything stays the same up until Jim uses the kronosphere to go back in time

- Instead of going back to the beginning and changing everything, he travels back to when the Arcane order had finally gotten a hold of the real Nari

- Everything is still happening around him but is dead silent as if he were deaf and in slight slo mo as he gets his bearings (not actually deaf, just that kinda cinematic idea for drama!!)

- Looks around and sees everyone alive gathered around (maybe some sappy or quiet music plays on top of him seeing everyone alive, I dunno!!!)

- As this is the past they don't know Jim just came from the future and are instead focused on glaring at something

- IRL sound hits back in like a huge thud, LOUD AF!!!!

- Jarring Jim to turn around and see the Arcane order hovering in that same ball of magic that surrounded them the first time (that's what everyone is glaring at btw!)

- This is when realization for Jim sets in and he knows this is his second chance

- The music from the credits in the original film (or something like that) starts to build up (in my head it's like him and the music are going "not this fucking time!")

- He transforms into his new armour (either cus it came back in time with him or cus now he knows about the 9th configuration, your choice!)

- Camera and everything is focused on the transformation as the music is building but you can see everyone in the background looking either shocked or like "HELL YEAH!!" when they see Jim finally transforming again

- Quick dramatic shot focusing on the Arcane order still performing their spell, t

- Some sort of cheesy/bad ass hero shot showing off everyone gathered together as the "9th configuration" and ready to kick ass

- Close up on Belroc looking pissed as they realize Jim has transformed and everyone is gathered to fight

- Equally cheesy close up on Jim quietly but determinedly saying something like "not this time" or "my turn" (I can't do dialogue I'm sorry!!!;)

- Jim jumps into fight with everyone following behind

- Final shot of everyone running toward the camera (Arcane order) and cuts to black with Jim swinging Excalibur at the camera.

- As it cuts to black the outro music (roughly 20 secs into it) hits the beat drop at the same time as the credits start!

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Cliffhanger-ish ending, doesn't get rid of the whole story, leaves it up to imagination on who still lives and dies, doesn't undo character development, has more of a feel good "HELL YEAH!!" ending to it (at least for me!) Doesn't feel like a definite ending but has enough to still feel like Trollhunters isn't just over and wrapped up nice and nearly with a pretty bow! For me this works and I'm happy to pretend this is canon. Tbh 90% sure this looks cooler in my head than how it's written down, I might get round to making a vid edit for it on YouTube (cus that's my specialty) but dunno if anyone actually wants to see that!

As I said I'm not a writer so apologies for this chaos!! I don't usually post these things that I think about (cus I've also imaged a better ending for game of thrones!) But I just really wanted to share this in case someone else also enjoyed the concept or in case anyone wants to translate this mess into something coherent!

Anyway, rant done and idea written out, go have fun with it you want, just plz tag cuz I wanna read if you! 😭🙏

[omgeto]

hi! i hope you’re doing well. i’m hoping this doesn’t sound too weird but i wanted to ask if you have any tips on writing smut? you’re works are amazing and i just wanted to ask :)

awwwww you think my shit is amazing and want writing tips from moi WOW I shall do my best since I still find my smut skills a bit iffy so some of the stuff I may say I might not even do but we shall see anyways.

READ SMUT: I think the thing that got me to write smut is just the fact that I wank a lot and read a shit ton of smut. therefore I internalise what I read more, and see the common phrases, tropes, plots, that other writes use that I can infuse into my writing. and no im not saying plagiarise and copy ect but im just saying the more you read, the easier it is to write.

USE A PLETHORA OF VERBS: so basically when it comes to me writing any type of fingering or like dick in the v a g i n a scene like try out using a variety of verbs to make your works more descriptive. my trusty little bag of verbs is mainly: charges, drives, forces, pushes, inserts, thrusts ect.

DIALOGUE: to make ur smut a bit more wordy and not as boring, use dialogue, since people talk when they fuck (surprise surprise) it doesn't even have to be a proper convo if you aren't into writing dirty talk and shit but just moans and groans and like gasps like some form of written audio to go along with the visuals.

MAKE SURE IT FLOWS: like try and find some form of the flow so the smut doesn't read as awkward, like if you're doing a short snapshot smut (like what I do in my "when you have sex..." series )then thats fine but in like actual smut fics, you dont need to have a serious plot BUT it does make it better to read when theres some form of flow. such as including some type of foreplay, then get them to fuck ect. and if ur doing a pure smut fic and struggling to find a plot, think of cheesy porn plots LIKE OLD ASS PORN PLOTS like the pizza delivery man that you want to tip but you end up taking his tip (hehehe im funny right) or like the plumber thats supposed to unplug ur sink but plugs up with pussy instead (am I eating with these or nah omg)

BONUS TIPS these r so unserious kinda sorta

dont call a dick a cock thats lame (this is purely a joke I personally wont be calling a dick a cock but if you want to you can you have my full support)

HAVE FUNN WRITING SMUT, LIKE REALLY AND TRULY IT ISNT THAT DEEP WHATEVER YOU WRITE. JUST MAKE SURE TO TAG UR SHIT PROPERLY, OUTLINE IN UR RULES WHAT U DO AND DONT WRITE IF U TAKE REQS AND STUFF AND THEN LIKE JUST WRITE AND BUILD UR CRAFT. CAUSE LIKE IF U LOOK AT MY FIRST SMUT COMPARED TO NOW ID PERSONALLY SAY IVE IMPROVED (even tho ive got like 15 works loooool)

[quodekash]

PART 2 OF DANGEROUS ROMANCE EP4 COMMENTARY BC I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS AND RAN OUT OF SCREENSHOTS

because of them, im now gonna start sobbing every time someone throws a peace sign at me

HELL YES

IM SO PROUD OF MY BOY

YUOU DID SO GOOD KANG

I KNEW YPU COULD DO IT

AIUOGHKJERPODHFKN

NOOOOOOO

FRICK

my boy is having many thoughts. none of them good.

I can hear his crisis and him blaming himself because now he thinks it's his fault that sailom's gonna get beat up, and he's sad for himself that he doesn't have a reason to spend time with sailom anymore, and now his grandma's gonna be disappointed in him for failing something, and there's definitely some thoughts in the mix there about his dad and the bike he bought him and kang is so certain he doesn't deserve the bike, I could go on but I wont because I would like to finish this episode before the sun rises and currently that doesnt seem all too likely

well DUH

YOU COULD SEE IT FROM MARS (and now im thinking about soundwin. frick.)

tell him

tellllll himmmmmm

tell him he lent the umbrella to youuuuu

and you've treasured it forever perhaps?

OMG HE'S TELLING HIM???

DUDE THEYRE ACTUALLY LISTENING TO ME SO MUCH THIS EPISODE THIS IS SO RARE

chances are either the bus or Kang's car is gonna show up before he'll get it out, bUT ONCE AGAIN, LET ME BASK IN THIS RARE MOMENT OF GLORY AND POWER

BOOM

CALLED IT

I know it's super cliche and everyone probably saw that coming but I dont care, im gonna let myself feel almighty powerful

I just. I will never understand why they dont just like quickly tell the person before leaving. or like yell at him while getting on the bus. OR EVEN text him while on the bus, immediately after getting on. that's what id do, cos if I dont tell them right then and there, I guarantee you I will forget to ever tell them, and then it'll keep me up at night for ages but never at a moment where I actually think about telling them, and then three or four years later ill finally tell them and it'll be so insignificant by then but it doesnt matter because I FINALLY TOLD THEM THE THING

I really hope he remembers to give at least one of those umbrellas back to kang

mans is not waterproof, he needs an umbrella

respect for auto just went down down prices are down

crypto? seriously honey?

IT'S SO CHEESY

IT'S SO CLICHE

AND IM CRYING ABOUT IT BECAUSE SOMEHOW I BOTH IRONICALLY AND UNIRONICALLY LOVE CHEESY AND CLICHE MOMENTS WITH ALL MY FRIKIN SOUL

EW

SPORTS

I hate sports days so much

thankfully id always be allowed to just not go to school instead of being forced to participate in athletics and swimming carnivals and cross country and stuff, and I will be forever grateful to my parents for that

they're in love btw

just in case anyone forgot

I didn't forget

I can't forget about them

my brain wont allow it

IT'S JUST

ITS JUST SO SWEET

I THINK IM GOING INSANE, THEY HATE EACH OTHER AND WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER SO BADLY THAT IT'S LITERALLY ROMANTIC

THIS IS PINING

HE IS PINING

PL E A SE CAN THEY KISS

NAWA'S HEAD TILT????? LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY ABOUT TO KISS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU

two things to say here

one: view, please marry me

two: kang and sailom definitely have the same responsibilities

just KISS

I can't deal with the longing stares anymore

im like 80% certain they wont kiss this episode but I so badly want them to

NOOOO THEYRE NOT IN THE SAME GROUP THINGY

....but (hehe butt)

...maybe

...perhaps

I think kang might pull some strings to end up in the same department as sailom? maybe??

IM DYING, THERE'S A MARC AND A PAVIN (which sounded like pawin)

THEY GAVE UP THINKING OF NAMES FOR THE RANDOM CLASSMATES

ooooo he is listening to their conversationnnnnn

AND THEYRE GONNA INTERACT IN A FRIKIN BATHROOM??? I SWEAR, EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW IS SOUNDWIN CODED, IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU

5ER6CYVTGUOBHIOVTRC6DE5S4E57RCVYUBHUVTRDS3GTFD46F7GY8H

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

THEYRE JUST SO

HE'S SO GOUERGJND

LMAO YOU IDIOT

(we're getting so many cheesy cliches right after each other and I am so here for it, I love this so much)

now kiss

OH

OH THIS IS THIS PART???? DAMN

he needs money to pay off his debts, so... he's gonna take a job offer from the guy he pays his debts to? feels kinda pointless, right?

also in this series, pepper reminds me of tor, specifically in midnight museum, so part of my mind thinks hes gonna offer him a job at the museum

LMAO

'MYNAME6969'

I WANT TO KNOW WHO PUT THAT IN THERE AND GIVE THEM A HIGH FIVE BECAUSE THATS FRIKIN HILARIOUS, WHOEVER SNUCK THAT IN THERE

IM DYING I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

as someone who sprained an ankle a little over a month ago, I have some points to make

namely: saifah is right. the first 72 hours are the most important, as long as you're resting it, keeping it elevated, icing it, compressing it, you'll be all good to walk on it in no time. after that, you need to make sure you're still taking care of it, like by wearing a compression sock all the time, and not walking on it too much if it starts hurting, stuff like that. that's the part I didnt do. I took care of it for three days, then kept walking on it like nothing happened, and it's still really painful sometimes, it never properly healed, but like it's fine im surviving

OH I DO NOT LIKE THIS, I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL

HE'S SO OLD

ICKY I FEEL ICKY

there's nothing wrong with the work he's doing, it's just the fact that he's still a kid and thats a 50 year old man

on another note, I ran out of bloody images AGAIN

AND ON ANOTHER NOTE, ITS NEARLY 2AM. IVE BEEN WATCHING FOR NEARLY 2 AND A HALF HOURS AND IM NOT EVEN THREE QUARTERS THROUGH THE EPISODE, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME

[expirydateofficial]

Expiry Date(Chikn Nuggut Infection AU Fanfic Narrated by Slushi)

Chapter 2 - Shapes

Read Chapter 1 here

Read Chapter 3 (Part 1/2) here

[Image ID: (Note : The original dialogue was coloured so y'know who was speaking, but that's kinda impossible here so I've added a few more sentences here and there, that way, you'll get to know who's talking!)

The gate screeched and heaved with pain.

Silence.

For my friends. For Sody.

Streetlights kept the flooding darkness at bay, their lights sung melancholically alone. Gaps of alleyway toyed with us. It was torture. I felt my heart pressing against my chest for every sound, every change. I can't hear any birds, any wind.

What if I'm too late? What if I am responsible for them turning into those... zombies? They might have been looking for me, and.. Sody. He- he must have been so terrified. What if- when I return home, I would see.. I would see... something else.

Because of me.

His final moments.

I felt my paws glued to my rifle.

"Hey, um, yeah.." C'mon, Slushi. Think of something to say stupid.

"Yeah?" Milkshek asked.

"Y'know... I guess I had just noticed but, why was the door unlocked?" I squeezed a question out.

"Oh that." Milkshek responded. "I was waiting for the mailman to arrive." She turned to Old Pea. "My man bought me this silllyyyyyy plushie of Evil Cannibal Guy. But I guess...

...it's not arriving now."

Old Pea caressed her hand tightly.

It almost seemed like everything was normal for a while there.

"I.. remember Evil Cannibal Guy, haha. That was such a cheesy movie." I dragged.

We turn the corner. Pitch black. But this was the way I went. I heaved and stepped first.

"Hold on, Old Pea has flashlights." Milkshek said.

Turning on flashlights felt like screaming to everything that hungers, that we were here. I tried to glimpse beyond the shouts, into the void beyond.

Nothing.

I heard everything, sighs and swallows and the force in my chest, the crunching of dried leaves and grass beneath our feet.

Occasionally, a vague shape in the distance would arise only to reveal themselves as something not scary at all.

Dumpster.

A flowerpot.

Pipes.

Electrical box.

It moved.

IT MOVED.

I instantly primed myself. I felt my paws glued by sweat. A light moved to it.

Nothing.

"Slushi. You saw that thing move, right?" Milkshek whispered shakily.

I smelt it, a faint sweet scent in the air, like that disgusting liquid medicine for kids.

"It's ok." I replied, trying to sound reassuring. "I won't let anyone be hurt."

I waved my flashlight wildly.

Nothing but tufts of grass between concrete and white walls.

The noxious stench of flowers, diarrhoea and rust grew and grew. It was approaching.

I opened my arms to contain Old Pea and Milkshek. I need to be brave for their sakes.

"I see it." Old Pea declared.

He shone the light on a shape close to us.

Clothing bloated and writhing within, dark fluids stabbed their way through the fabric. Strands of skin overstretched over large dark bubbles growing popping and growing again. Froth seeped from the tearing seams of flesh and towering, flowing, weaving into each other and into the abyss.

Looking at it makes my head hurt.

Old Pea raised his hand to motion us to pause. I understood why.

"If we shoot too close, the goo will splash." I translated.

Old Pea nodded.

The sting in my throat rose again, I tried not to puke as hard as I can. That... thing. It was advancing at such a soft pace that it was almost like a statue.

Dead silent. That thing was dead silent.

"I'll make sure the thing behinds us stays behind us." I turned to face it.

We paced back hurriedly, my back rubbed against them a couple of times from walking too fast.

Suddenly, I crashed into them. They had stopped.

I turned around.

White concrete wall.

Dead end.

I heard Milkshek's voice.

"Up there?"

I turned around, Old Pea was pointing towards a window on the wall.

"I'll help you two up there." Old Pea replied.

The scent grew and grew. I turned. A shape in the distance.

It was already here.

End ID]

Read Chapter 3 (Part 1/2) here

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

yeah now that its been a couple days id say my conclusion on hazbin is its written like a discord oc concept info dump:the ideas r all there, but nothings defined, were skipping from point A to point B constantly n theres not rly much to like.nearly all of the characters.it feels like if you made a full series straight from a draft for a pitch bible instead of developing it off of a complete bible, ive said before i did enjoy the latter half of the episodes, they just.have heart? ik that sounds cheesy but they felt like they had more of smth to say on the story.my favorites the heaven court one tbh, im also not sure whats the background behind the show only getting 8 episodes nor how much that affected how developed it actually is

the humor is not good specially in the early episodes but ppl in here definitely exaggerated how bad it actually is? vivziepops typical humor seems to disappear more n more as it goes on, ironically its one of the latter episodes that has a rape joke in it.i said it disappears quite a bit i didnt say it got fully better lmao

ive said this like 50 times already but the too red complaints r just.not correct the backgrounds for the show r fine? nor is hell being stereotypically red an issue exclusive to hazbin.sorry that whole thing reeks of "i heard hating this is cool now so i developed the most surface base grasp on why its disliked as fast as i could!"

so basically uh yeah.not good, not smth id recommend even if me n my friend i watched it w enjoyed the last few episodes bc even w that its an undeveloped animated pitch bible, not a proper show.however if in season 2 they let lute say the r slur i will forgive all the shows flaws bc i think getting hate crimed is hilarious n shes my favorite.i will literally never complain abt hazbin ever again if that happens.

[storiesofsvu]

My secret:

Feel free to ignore, this may be triggering I just need to get it out. I saw a comment on TikTok today that the lesbian community is very fatphobic and how masc women only like skinny femmes. As a baby gay in recovery from an ED who is now a healthy weight (not skinny) I am FIGHTING my brain so hard. So far I have loved being a lesbian but now I am terrified no one is going to love me unless I loose weight. Especially when people are shouting about a masc shortage, my choices are extremely limited. I’m gonna be alone forever. Anyway, feel free to let this rot in your asks for the rest of eternity. I don’t need a response I just needed to get it out of my head haha. Thank you ♥️

okay, totally understand that you just needed to get this off your chest nonny, but I don't want to just leave it to rot in my ask box, cause i think it's important for lots of people to know.

I'm furious about that comment and that you had to be subjected to it. There likely is fatphobia in the community, it's present in every form of humanity and that fucking sucks and is dumb. The people that hate will hate and continue to spew it but know that there are far more many people in the community/world that don't agree with it. They will love who they love and honestly it doesn't matter what people look like, it's who you are in your heart that matters. (i know that sounds so fucking cheesy and cliche and some bullshit line to make you feel better but it is true.)

As a fellow ED recovery, I feel you, I really do. And know that I am so proud of you for being in recovery and being at a healthy weight. I know how hard that can be and how hard it is to continually break the bad habits on a daily basis. Also body dysmorphia is a fucking bitch, it's hard to block out those thoughts esp in situations like this.

You do not need to change yourself to find love. Ever. Period.

It might seem like you're going to be alone forever, or that you're struggling to find dates, or that dating apps suck (spoiler alert, they do, especially as a queer woman). But if anyone ever tells you to lose weight or change your appearance for them/if you want the to date them, that's the first red flag that you should walk away, they aren't worth it.

i don't really understand the whole "masc shortage" piece of this, because again, imo you honestly can't really help who you fall in love with/develop feelings for. Sure, everyone can have a "type" but if i look at what my "type" is vs the people i've dated or even slept with, it doesn't always match up. I was also a young baby bi girl who thought girls were gorgeous and i liked them sexually and romantically (the first person i developed major feelings for was a girl, i lost my virginity to a girl) but i always thought id never end up with a girl. Now i'm sitting here with a much larger preference for someone who is not a cis man. same thing; i thought i was only into femmes when i was younger but now i'm totally into mascs and everyone in between. I dunno, i'm sure there are people out there who only date femmes or only date mascs and that's chill, you do you. basically what i'm trying to say is that times change, the world changes, and as you grow and discover yourself as a human, your thoughts might change?

Man, i dunno, I'm just a stranger on the internet lol.

[junk-culture]

nothing better to do right now so i went to youtube and subjected myself to a few chappell roan songs and oh ok . before even hearing anything the thumbnail of this lyric video pissed me off right away to be honest like can we just retire the ironic comic sans smiley face quirky girl "whimsical" aesthetic it's so irritating. its the kind of graphic design that all the vaguely "quirky" women's clothing brands are using right now. like im getting koi footwear vibes. do you know what i mean.

anyway. ill be honest i went into this with a closed mind fully prepared to hate but like yeah it's just mid isn't it. like she's a step up from taylor swift obviously but it's still so boring.

at the clothes store i work at they have this presumably company specific playlist that's like, the usual bad pop songs. but kind of curated in a way that's old people friendly because it's that kind of store? and without any of the actual famous artists like t swift or ed sheeran like it's all just bland pop songs ive never heard in my life but sound like exactly as you expect them to and seem to have been created in a music-for-clothes-stores-factory? it's all really bad anyway. and they literally never change this playlist btw. it's been the same thing for the 2+ months ive been here so there are many songs on it which are beginning to piss me off so bad.

and i literally have no idea who any of the artists are so i literally just know them as like "that one with the intro which genuinely sounds like it could be from an insurance advert" ; "that cheesy "rock" one which sounds like charity shop music" ; "the one with lyrics so bad they make me actively loose braincells" etc. and i have to say that ms roan's music really would not sound out of place on this playlist. fractionally so maybe but only fractionally. and she would still piss me the fuck off after hearing her every single shift. sorry im not even ranting about chappell roan anymore this is now just a vent post about the shite music they play at my job. it's making me insane. like id almost prefer if they played the actual charts or the actual radio because then id actually know some of the artists. and i could put a name and a face to my hatred. anyway. love and light