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ziipzeepzop-eez · 1 year ago
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y'all I have the WORST knot in my back rn.
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msburgundy · 7 months ago
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me [in pain since birth]: idk man, i'm just kinda tired of being in pain all the time
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jtownraindancer · 6 days ago
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this is my happy place 😌
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kochanski · 2 years ago
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Here's another concept from my drafts folder:
What if the gang finally had an opportunity to get back to Earth in the correct time and place, but Lister tries to sabotage it? After a lengthy drawn out attempt to get him to confess the reason, he starts to admit he's got sort of like… prison syndrome. He believes he wouldn't be able to survive on Earth after years of just scavenging and living off Red Dwarf's storage, and feels he's lost whatever carefree spark it was that kept him afloat when he had no hope of reaching Earth before. This anxiety spirals and finally Rimmer is the one to talk him down of all people because Rimmer actually understands how that type of rejection feels.
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bonestrouslingbones · 2 months ago
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now realizing that i haven't seen an edgepuff fic any longer than a oneshot since fucking. 2022. and not even a oneshot since 2023. god.
#I CAN'T KEEP MAKING MY OWN FOOD WHEN I ONLY GET MOTIVATION TWICE A YEAR AND BURNT OUT FOR THE REST. SOMEBODY ELSE DO IT PLEASEEEEEEEEEE#coffee shop mafia au fic that i stopped commenting on bc of burnout pls come back................i miss u so bad...........................#sigh. it doesn't help that with selfcest fics ao3 search is borderline unusable i'm not gonna lie#click on any tag that even remotely specifies what ship it is and get sent to the papyrus/papyrus tag. its all spicyhoney now fuck you#then even if u grab the search function by the neck and force it to specify the actual ship nobody tags their shit consistently 😭😭#sometimes it's the actual word edgepuff by itself. sometimes it's edgepuff - relationship. sometimes it's Ut Papyrus/Uf Papyrus - Freeform#sometimes it's undertale papyrus/underfell papyrus. sometimes it's papyrus/underfell papyrus#all of these tags need to be manually typed out in the additional tags filter and you can only search one at a time#but no matter which tag it is the most recent fic is a 1 chapter smutfic from 2023 by someone who primarily writes fontcest#sometimes i hate my ability to happily sustain myself without needing anything new. things would be so simple if i could just Move On#alas if i had the ability to lose interest in things due to lack of content i would have left the undertale fandom by like 2018#and well. happy new year#i kinda failed at my resolution to get more cringe on the normal blog last year tbh. maybe i should go even harder now to make up for it#i gotta talk about the intricacies of edge wanting to get dicked down by russ in the middle of snowdin forest on main. for my health#a full essay about russ's biting kink and why it makes their ship a whole different level of complex and compelling 2 me....i can dream
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honestmouse20 · 5 months ago
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It's crazy having a job where not only can i call out for three days (almost the entire week cause i only work 4 days) and still be able to pay my bills. I tried to go in yesterday, so i wouldn't get in trouble. And i made it 3 hours and my boss saw me and asked if i was okay. when i admited i was still in pain he told me to go home and showed me how to add the sick time in. he Told me not to come in todya if im still in pain
like yeah this job sucks but you can't beat the pay and benefits.
also also im still salty that i hurt myself by Stretching my arm over my head. now it hurts to turn my head and lift my left arm.
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max-nicoxposts · 6 months ago
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I understand why so many people have religious psychosis. It's so easy to just believe it. I'm already psychotic and I have nightmares where some sort of heavenly body touches me, most of the time punishing me for something, and I wake up with sleep paralysis every time. For some reason. Whhhyyy is that happening ??
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msburgundy · 5 months ago
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i want to sing so bad and i just CAN'T it's so frustrating
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bitegore · 9 months ago
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if you're making fun of someone's shitty spelling i want you to know that i think you're a dipshit. <3
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alexysmugg · 1 year ago
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why my teacher is writing so many things on the blackboard like why today why when my neck is hurting whyyyy 😭
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andthebubbles · 1 year ago
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gonna have to make my own post for this skfjgnkf
he grabbed him first?? skfjngkfgkfg and then he smushed his head against his and he got shaving cream on the towel thing??? and. HANDS. linked arms. jb's happy cat face ksjfngkfjgkfkfjfkkfgf this is my new fave pic
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angered-box · 2 months ago
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im so fucking tired
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tapakah0 · 10 months ago
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SH- ATE MY TAGS AGAIN OKAY CAN YOU WARN ME WHEN I'M AT THE LIMIT YOU BOZO??? #I can't with the fact that they already act like a couple.... Shepherd will need a raise to not spit at this fact...... #Am I a bad person for enjoying them dominating?.... # I pity birds but I did know them for less pages than I did know Marmors help # This birdy has a blessing,,, that probably won't be that easy m....
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Part 10 >:0
Warning. Brain cell used. Stunt performed by professionals, do not repeat this at home
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Masterpost
#Today it#could have been us#M#starting with the YOOOINK plot riiight in the bottom of what the hellness#OH HE WENT STRAIGHT AHEAD AND USED HIS CLAWS#This dude DOES KNOW HOW TO FIGHT#AND HE CAN AND WILL FIGHT#“I'm good at not moving” HELP ahh I have a feeling like he's good at it only with the weapon pointed at his neck#Oh Wait his hands in this suit has 4 claws I thought only 3#Oscar immediately telling plenty of stuff while being threatened with the sword#Yeah.. lick the blood it's very tasty and healthy... poor birdies... the ones flying away in the background with the thoughts#Shepherd being responsible for kids.. PFHGTTGTGHTH NO WONDER he looks like world's first tired man#ECLIPTICA OPENED HER OPTICS#SHE OPENED IT#THE HEADCANON ISN'T A HEADCANON THEY CAN OPEN THEM WIDER DEPENDING ON THE SITUATION#Shepherd “giving a good advice” Ecliptica “WHERE'S MY PUPPY”#...Oscar is good with his tongue.... so they really can't fly or find a way out of this built prison#LISTEN BIRDY ANSWERING “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” IS LIKE TELLING THEM “OH MY GOD YEAH HOW DID YOU KNOW”#YOU KIDNAPPED HIM THREATEN HIM WHY THE HELL YOU ANSWER HIM AS IF HE IS THE ONE THREATENING YOU#I like the fact that THEY don't have a choice at all#He HAD a choice and he made the one all of them would probably do#....I find a few words of what he just suggested a lie... is he just gaining a trust from them...#WHO'S FAULT IS THAT?? LET ME GUESS... MAYBE THAT'S THE FAULT OF THESE PREDATORS??#ON MARIGOLD'S PLACE COULD HAVE BEEN... I DON'T KNOW... COW WHEAT???!????? AND WHO WOULD HAVE BEEN SCREAMING AT HIM THEN???#HELP SHEPHERD I LOVE YOU “I pay for your job and double emotional job”#MMM... caught them... I actually wanted to see what will happen in that case#This bird made a mistake by standing on the bright side pointing at him when she/he knows that they also can fly#I'm not even armed" *continues to avoid their attacks like a pro with his claws fingers that can beat through#OH LOOK AT HIS FACE THAT'S AHGDAHG THAT'S NOT A FACE OF SOMEONE WHO ISN'T HAPPY TO SEE HIS BIG KILLER LADY#OH MY GOD HOW GORGEOUS IS SHE I CAN'T......
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luminescentmoth · 4 months ago
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I think i could handle this a lot better if I wasn't completely fucking isolated both physically and socially. If I had someone to talk to besides my parents who are one concerning sentiment away from sending me back to the psych ward. But I've been alone for so long that I don't even know how to like, say hello let alone make and maintain friendships. At least doomscrolling is better than being completely alone with my thoughts and the constant silence around me.
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svgarseason · 16 days ago
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 𖹭 cw: suggestive, edgy, mdni
part one | two | three | four ‹soon›
You can't say you weren't warned about your big brother's friend sukuna, but nothing could have truly prepared you for him.
"Funny looking how?" You ask, arching an eyebrow.
"Just go to your room while he's here," your brother Toji urges. "Don't need you feeding his ego, goddamnit."
"He's funny looking and somehow my presence will feed his ego?" You deadpan, with zero inclination to forfeit your comfy spot on the couch. "Make it make sense, Toji. Or better yet, fuck off so I can finish this cover letter," you gesture at the open laptop sitting on your thighs. "Faster I can get out of this shithole, the better," you grumble.
Although, your brother's place is far from a shithole, in truth. You know better than to ask how he affords it doing nothing but fucking around with the sinister assortment of thugs he calls friends. In turn, he doesn't ask you about the unfortunate circumstances that landed you in one of his spare rooms... again.
Toji groans. "Yeah he gets off on scaring people. Especially girls. Especially hot girls. And, I suspect, especially girls who are related to me."
"Gross," you say, directing you attention back to the screen. "I'm not scared of your asshole friend and I'm not moving."
Toji opens his mouth to protest further, but too late. There is a loud knock on the door followed by it crashing open and thunderous footsteps coming down the hall.
Despite more than a little curiosity regarding your brother's funny looking friend, you manage to keep your eyes on your work.
Toji is grumbling some weak attempt to direct the visitor toward the "stuff" in the garage when a shadow falls over you. Still, you continue typing.
"Who's this?" A deep voice growls. "Not gonna introduce me?"
"Just my little sister. Leave her alone, Sukuna. She's a bitch anyway."
"Fuck you, Toji. And a preemptive fuck you to you, too, whoever you a- hey, ow!" You exclaim as the newcomer slams the laptop closed on your fingers. "What the h-" the exclamation dies on your lips when you finally raise your eyes to see the largest man you have ever seen looming over you.
He is a lot to take in. You silently curse Toji for not warning you properly. "Kind of funny looking" does not even begin to describe the thing standing before you. Four crimson eyes stare back at you, two of which are set in a twisted mass of keloid scar tissue that takes up most of one side of his tattoed face. Eyes aren't the only anatomical feature he has extra of, you notice. Two sets of muscular arms protrude from the cut off sleeves of his t-shirt.
It takes a lot to render you speechless, but the sight of him does the trick. Although, you can't help but think that the smirking bastard somehow makes the odd look work for him. Yeah. 'Circus sideshow level freak but kinda hot' would've been a better descriptor. Although you manage to hold the man's gaze, you're sure your eyes are as wide as saucers. To your horror, you feel heat creeping up your neck as your lip twitches in search of something - anything - to say that might lessen the humiliation you feel. And Toji was right, this jerk is eating it up.
"Toj said you were ugly, but jesus..." you say, when you finally regain your composure.
Sukuna laughs, flashing a set of pointed canines before he abruptly turns to follow your brother towards the garage.
"I like her," he says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder in your general direction, which, for some reason, makes your heart beat a little too hard.
"No, man." Toji groans. "Just no."
part one | two | three | four ‹soon›
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pearlymel · 7 months ago
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"Do i look like i can work right now?"
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Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3
wc : 2k
Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.
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He was so done for.
Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.
"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.
"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.
Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.
"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.
You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"
"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."
He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.
"Is it because I'm that special someone?"
You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.
"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.
"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.
He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.
Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.
"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.
He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.
"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.
God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.
He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.
His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.
Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.
"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.
"such a foul mouth, doctor,"
"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"
"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.
He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.
Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.
He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.
He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.
"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.
The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.
Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.
"I've.. missed you,"
How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.
"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.
Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.
You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.
He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.
And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.
Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.
You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"
He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.
Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.
He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.
Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.
Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.
He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.
His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.
He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.
Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?
Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.
He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.
He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.
"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"
"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."
A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."
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