#maybe im wrong and ill only later hear about it or something

[janejennyojeny]

Last pic really sold it for me, the location is almost poetic

Would yap about it but fuck it

Lately i wish everyone would just shut the fuck up for real

There will be presidental election soon in poland and everyone is so fucking opinionated about every little thing, people are so hateful and so so wrong on many topics

Arguing with someone who doesnt value basic human rights just because it does not affect them is so exhausting and you will never win

People lack empathy and imagination, they choose whatever candidate promises them the most - what would profit them the most (those postulates will never come true anyway)

Medieval beliefs are still strong in peoples minds and it shows

Dont even say a thing about women who vote far right, its like chickens voting for kfc what the actual fuck, why are you voting against yourself

Internalized misogyny in women is funny when you watch a video on the internet

But when you actually talk to a person that delusional its truly terrible to hear, and they believe it so strongly too, you will not win

I wonder if its a true belief or something for the male gaze

If its the second one Id lay it off, there is nothing easier for a woman than getting a man. You do not even need to try impress them anyhow, just be, they will always orbit around you whether you care or not

This guy i know that was always so nice and "prowomen" suddenly showed his true face after getting absolutely destroyed in a political argument, just by facts and logic

Now all he does is send misogynistic memes that put women down, of course to make other guys laugh cause "women ☕️", but when you send one meme that makes fun of men, oh boy, you would not believe the shitstorm

good thing is that I managed to convert one of those conservative guys into giving up the vote for someone who cares for us as a collective, for the less fortunate ones, someone who will not sell this country again. Candidate for millions not millionaires. Thats a win cause you would not believe how much talking it took to actually convert someone to turn 180 politically but Ive done it

Thats all I had in me though, recently left some groupchats just cause im generally tired of people, the more i meet, the more we talk, the more they reveal themselves to me, the more I accept the fact that I may be an outcast for a long time

Maybe i need to be more accepting, maybe people need to get their shit together and priorities straight. Maybe a little bit of both

We'll meet in the middle someday, hopefully. Otherwise Ill stick to myself cause I do not plan to lower the standards, not yet anyway. anyone thats "nice" "okay" "fine" "cool" is a no, its not nearly enough.

I want fire within someone's eyes, huge heart, painful honesty and the soul needs to shine through and blind my ass. whether its love or friendship

Maybe thats delusional as well, maybe not

Maybe I do not understand human relationships all that well to appreciate less, maybe I aim for something impossible, maybe i do not deserve it yet, maybe there are no rules or invisible threads that connect people and we just bump into each other randomly, and some just get lucky enough to experience the real thing that lasts

A lot of maybe, only one thing is sure - I will get answers sooner or later, life has a way about it and reveals stuff to you if you listen

Just said i dont wanna yap and i yapped all the way so, fuck it. no one reads it anyway and i can let out some steam

In case i dont see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight

[kerizaret]

It's sad when you try your best for someone even if you're tired and then feel like. its not returned. Like they don't try for you. I don't know man. Am I expecting too much?

[deansbeer]

★ soup, snuggles, and mr. wiggles // beau arlen.

synopsis. you're sick during a visit to montana, but your dad, comes to the rescue with chicken star soup, snacks, and your old childhood stuffed bear, reminding you that you're never too old to be cared for.

warning(s). fluffy fluff fluff | older daughter!reader | caregiving dad beau | mild illness (stomach bug) | nausea | fatigue | father-daughter bonding | nostalgia | childhood memories (beloved stuffed bear & favorite soup).

kari yaps. i love my pretty cowboy sheriff sososo much && literally don't have anything written for him + this idea was perfect for beau, because one im an older sister / daughter myself & two my brain was wired up @ 2am ???? n i took that opportunity to write. but i only got halfway & BARELY got to finishing it 2day.

you knew it was a bad idea the second you bit into the chicken sandwich. something about it tasted... off, but you hadn't eaten at all during your flight from houston to montana, and your stomach didn't give you much of a choice. by the time you arrived at the airbnb you rented, you were already feeling the first signs of regret—your stomach twisting uncomfortably, your body heavy with fatigue. you chalked it up to exhaustion from the drive, but when you woke up the next morning, nausea hit you like a freight train.

you'd planned today for weeks—just you and your dad, a father-daughter day he'd been talking about nonstop since you told him you were visiting. he'd even promised emily she'd get her turn after you left because, as he put it, "this one's special. just me and my girl." and now, lying on the couch of your airbnb, wrapped in a blanket, you felt guilt gnawing at you because there was no way you could keep those plans. your stomach rolled again, and you groaned, reaching for your phone to call him.

"hey, sweetheart," he answered on the first ring, his voice bright with excitement. "you ready for me to pick you up? i've got the whole day mapped out—breakfast, a little fishing, and maybe we can stop by that trail you liked last time."

you winced, both at the enthusiasm in his voice and the wave of nausea that hit you. "uh, about that…"

he instantly picked up on your tone. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you said quickly, even though your voice was weak. "i just… i don't think i can make it today. i'm not feeling great."

"not feeling great how?" his voice lost its lightness, replaced by concern.

"it's nothing, dad. probably just something i ate. i just need to rest, that's all."

there was a pause, and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. "where are you staying again? that little airbnb by the creek?"

"dad, no, you don't have to—"

"i'll be there in twenty," he said firmly, already moving. "and don't even think about arguing with me."

you sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to stop him. "fine. okay, dad."

"what kind of dad would i be if i didn’t take care of my girl when she's sick?" he said, his voice softening. "sit tight, sweetheart. i'll be there soon."

true to his word, twenty minutes later, you heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway. you managed to shuffle to the door, opening it just as he walked up, two large grocery bags in his hands and a determined look on his face.

"you look terrible," he said bluntly, though the warmth in his eyes softened the blow. "not that you're not still the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

"thanks, dad," you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. "just what every girl wants to hear."

he set the bags on the counter and turned to you, his hands on his hips. "all right, let's see what we've got here. crackers, ginger ale, that soup you used to love when you were little—chicken and stars, remember that?—and some popsicles, because you'd always ask for those when you were sick. oh, and a heating pad, in case you've got chills."

you felt a lump rise in your throat as you watched him unpack everything, his movements quick and efficient. he was always like this when you were a kid—hands-on, attentive, making sure you had everything you needed even when life got chaotic. and now, standing in your little airbnb kitchen, he looked just the same, though his beard was a little grayer and the lines around his eyes a little deeper.

"dad, you didn't have to do all this," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

he glanced at you, his expression softening. "yeah, i did. you're my kid, darlin'. it doesn't matter if you're five or twenty-five, i'm always gonna take care of you."

you blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall. "i suppose you're right."

he gave you a small smile before turning back to the bags. "and because i know you're gonna get crabby—don't deny it, you've always been a little bear when you're under the weather—I brought backup.” he pulled out a small stuffed bear, its brown fur worn and familiar. "found this guy in one of the storage boxes last week and figured you might need him."

you let out a surprised laugh, reaching for the bear. "oh my god, is this… is this mr. wiggles?"

"the one and only," he said, grinning. "thought he'd been retired, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

you hugged the bear to your chest, shaking your head. "you're ridiculous."

"and you love me for it," he said, nudging your shoulder gently. "now, go lie down. i'll heat up the soup and put on a movie."

you didn't argue, too tired and too grateful to protest. you curled up on the couch again, the blanket pulled snug around you and mr. wiggles tucked under your arm. a few minutes later, your dad appeared with a tray—soup, crackers, and a glass of ginger ale—and set it on the coffee table in front of you.

"all right, what's it gonna be?" he asked, grabbing the remote. "something funny? or one of those sappy movies you always make me watch?"

you smiled faintly. "sappy. but you're not allowed to complain."

"wouldn't dream of it," he said, settling into the recliner next to you. "though if i start crying, you're not allowed to tell anyone."

"deal," you said, your smile widening.

as the movie played, you found yourself relaxing for the first time all day. your dad stayed by your side, occasionally cracking jokes or making comments about the characters, his presence a constant comfort. and even though you felt awful, you couldn't help but feel a little better knowing he was there.

"thanks for coming, dad," you said softly as the credits rolled.

he reached over, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "always, sweetheart. you're stuck with your old man, whether you like it or not."

and in that moment, with the warmth of the blanket, the faint taste of ginger ale on your tongue, and your dad sitting nearby, you realized there was no place you’d rather be.

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[zolawffy]

Heyo! (Zoro, Sanji, Law, crocodile, doflamingo) Their reaction to their s/o wearing revealing clothes in public? 👀🙏

Hii i like this one. This will be headcannons and ill write a story to go with these sometime soon. And apologies this probably sucks im having writers block again 🫠

Zoro

It was hot outside, so a girls gotta show a little skin. You decided to wear shorts that just barely covered your ass. You also had a croptop on. It was a perfect time to wear this right? Wrong.

Zoro would be so pissed off that he pretends he doesn’t see it. However when he saw others looking at you, he began to cover you with his own body, but discreetly. He trusts you but he doesnt like other people looking at his woman.

Now if someone approaches you, hell just say, “oh yeah? Well too bad shes not your girlfriend.” Or something of the sorts.

Maybe later zoro will admit he wants to get rid of onlookers.

And you know how much it takes zoro to admit something like that.. 😭

Sanji

Oh Sanji loves revealing clothes. He’s melting because he gets to see your skin. However, he starts to realize he’s not the only one looking at you.

This man will literally give people the meanest look in the face and automatically think that if they’re looking at you, they’re looking for a fight.

Sanji will take off his jacket and put it around you.

“I don’t like other people staring at my girl.” - he says lighting a cigarette. If he starts to get possessive, hell share a little touch or glance that shows your all his. But he still treats you like a lady, maybe even more now that he really cant peel his eyes from you.

Youll get many compliments from sanji because hes a hopeless romantic.

However if someone else does it hell get defensive instantly, verbally but not afraid to get physical.. someone help this man.

Law

Law is chill and laid back about it. He will sit back and observe everything. Hes keeping his thoughts to himself as for right now.

However, this doesnt mean law isn’t protective. Its just his aura, no one will dare approach you.

He will glare at anyone who looks at his woman in a inappropriate manner, making the message clear.

Crocodile

Idek why you came out of the house in this. Hes glaring at everyone he catches looking. You didn’t notice but he starts glaring at you.

He will stand close to you so people know your his.

Hes mostly mad at the attention your getting from people that aren’t him

Doflamingo

Doflamingo would kill anyone who looks at you. But lets not go there today.

He would just casually watch everyone either jealous of you or fawn over you. Then you’d start to hear grunting behind you.

When you turn around to see his face, doflamingo had veins BUSTING I MEAN BUSTING BULDGING through his forehead. This man looks constipated.

“I see you’ve made yourself known.”

Hell threaten people who look at you in a bad way.

Hell also so something extremely romantic in public to make others jealous.

Guyssss wait until i have time to write for stuff we barely see like gear5, opla, and more 😭🙏🏾

[vlassk]

Keeper

Stanford Pines x Reader

She/ her Reader

After learning of Stanleys past with Ford y/n, she decided she wouldn't be getting close to the twin. But she finds it difficult as Ford is just so damn cute.

Warning: age gap, angst, 18+ later on. Swearing. Pervy Ford(lmk if i missed any) not proofread as i no no wanna

You had lived in Gravity Falls for a couple of years now. Stumbling upon it, one winter road trip and falling in love with the beauty. As the years went on, you made good friends, including one neighbor. Stanford Pines was always one person you could talk to about the supernatural. Although he liked to pretend it wasn't real or not as big of a deal, he would always hear you out on your discovery in the town.

You being in your early 30s, the friendship was awkward at first. You saw the faces around town from friends and passer bys. But as time went on, people saw that it was simply platonic.

You spend most of your free time helping him around the house and grabbing food together. He told you about his time in prison and everything about his brother Stanley...

You would linger on his brother. Knowing how horrible he treated Stan and how he would never hear Stan out. Being the Better Brother. The days were good. You ran a local Inn a little out of town. The primary owner would travel most of the time.

One summer though The lnn that you ran shut down. And your manager had to let you go.

"Ughhh, what im i going to do! My place of living! My job!" You slam your head on the table, a loud thud being heard

"Kid, why dont you just ask your parents for some help? Im sure they will under -" Stan lifted up your head to place a small pillow under your face.

"No! Do you know how disappointed they will be?! YEARS of Tuistion for West Coast Tech just to run an Inn?! In a small town! Stan...stanford pines they would kill me and bring me back home..." You plead out looking up only to cry more and slam your head back down, the pillow guarding you.

" y/n you haven't told them?!" Stan yells out, only making you cry more. He paces the room and looks towards you. His frustration leaves when an idea pops into his head.

He sits next to you at the table

"Ya know.. my great niece and nephew are visiting once summer. Break starts...ill need someone to watch the store, maybe evenbuild some cool robot stuff for the shop! Ya know, wendy likes, so take her days off... you could even stay here in the storage closet..." He lays his hand on your back.

Your breathing slows as you look up at Stan.

"Really..." You wipe your tears away, going to hug the old man.

"But you gatta tell your parents at least"

"Fine..."

A couple of months had passed, and you were now a normal part of the household. Mable and Dipper always took you on adventures. You never realized how many crazy creatures were around. You would always come home and help stan though, building him add ons to his favorite chair, making animotronics for the shack. You know things were going wrong when the Fbi arrested Stanford. You remember looking at him as he was taken away. A sad look on your eyes.

" y/n, please. Its not true they dont know what they are talking about!"

You didn't say anything. You didn't know what to say.

You looked over the kids, trying to prove his innocence when they found a code for the vending machine. Soos stood in the way of the machine, and mable threw glitter at him to make him move.

As you made your way into the basement, you could only think of the worst things.

What if he wasn't really Stanford. What if he was someone else. What if everything was a lie like they say. Are you even safe.

You hold onto Mables hand as Soos led the way. Once you get to the bottom, you see all the tech Mable goes on about how Stans is the same man and he loves us. All you can think about is all the tips you gave Stanford on how to fix or build different things. Dipper finds the 2 journals putting all 3 together to see the blueprints of something.

You only look at the basements, build, scan the area, hear Dipper Freak out, but your mind races, and you can't focus on his words. You look at the countdown reading 1 minute. Dipper and mable run into the next room. Turning keys. The strange Build glows. Before Dipper can press the shutdown button Stan runs in

"Dont touch that button!"

You turn to see Stan walking through the door, picking up his pace to you all.

"Dipper, just back away! Please dont press that button, you gatta, trust me!" Stan pleads. Slowing as he sees that Dippers hand is hovering over the red button.

"I should trust you. Why?!. After you stole that radioactive waste?! After you lied to us ALL summer?! I dont even know who you are!"

"I know all this is nuts, but i need that machine to stay on!" A beep is heard after Stans pleads. You start to float up with the rest as the triangle structure opens up. A space like portal opens

"STANFORD?!" You scream out. trying to reach for your friend.

"Dipper!" Mable screams, her foot caught on a wire holding her close to the button

"MABLE HURRY SHUT IT DOWN," Dipper screams out from across the room.

"Stan, why wouldn't you tell me?!" You cry out. Your hair floating around you.

"Kid...i couldn't. I didn't know how!"

As mable crawls her way down stan tries to float towards her, soos swooping in to tackle stan

"Soos, what are you doing?!i gave you an order." Stan struggles between Soos

"Sorry Mrs pines if that is your real name, but i have a new job now! Protecting these kids!" Soos tries to push him away from Mable.

"Soos, you idiot let me go!" Stan continues to reach out. You kept floating. trying to go back down.

Dipper goes to tackle stan as well. You find a way to get to mable holding her down as you both hover over the button.

As Stanley pleads with you both, you see mable tear up.

"Grunkle Stan,"Mable says between tears. "i don't even know, if you're my grunkle! I wanna believe you, but"

"Then listen to me. Remember this morning when I said I wanted to tell you guys something?" Stan breaks from Dipper and Soos.

The computer reads 20 seconds. A power surges through making you float away from mable. You hit the roof of the. Building,The others fly against the rooms walls.

" I wanted to say that you're gonna hear some bad things about me, and some of them are true, but trust me. Everything I've worked for, everything I care about, it's all for this family!"

"Mabel, what if he's lying? This thing could destroy the universe! Listen to your head!" Dipper cries out.

Mable looks up to see you, floating closer to the portal. You glanse back at stans pleading with your eyes. Stan gives you a nod.Mable watches as you close your eyes. Relaxing your body

"Look into my eyes, Mabel! Do you really think I'm a bad guy?"

" He's lying! Shut it down NOW!"

"Mable please"

Ten Nine

"Grunkle stan"

Six five

"I trust you"

"MABEL, ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE'RE ALL GONNA-"

Mable lets go floating up to grab onto your leg. Pulling you closer and away from going through the portal.

One...

Screams are heard as a light blast blows up.

The light shooting through the whole town.

You slowly open your eyes, seeing a figure in front of the portal

"...stan..." You pull your head up from the ground

"What who is that?" Dipper stands

"The author of the journals..." Stanford also stands up.

You see, the man pulls off his goggles, revealing a face just like stans. He looks down at you. As you slowly sit yourself up. You're the closest one to him.

"My brother..." Stan sighs

"Is the the part where one of us faints.." mable giggles

"Ohoho, I am so on it, dude" soos faints on cue. Falling to the floor.

"Finally! After all these long years of waiting, you're actually here! Brother!"

You watch as the man you're assuming Stanley walks up and punches Stanford.

"This was an insanely risky move – restarting the portal! Didn't you read my warnings?!"

"Warnings, schmarnings. How's about maybe a thanks for saving you from what appears to be, I don't know, some kind of sci-fi sideburn dimension?"

"Thank you? You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you DID, THIRTY YEARS AGO?!"

"What I did? Why, you ungrateful...

Stanley pins Stanfords arms. As they bicker, the man slams him on the ground. "

"Get off him, you asshole," you shove Stanley off Stanford. Mable stands next to you

"Hey, hi. Mabel here. Quick question – WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!"

"Stan, you didn't tell me there were children down here... And some sort of large, hairless gopher? And... uh, " you see the mans eyes dart from top to bottom, then back to the top.

"A woman..."

"Heh heh. I get that a lot." You laugh at Soos. As he smiles back at you. You watch as Stan eyes you. Wondering what thoughts he could be having.

"They're your family, Poindexter. Shermie's grandkids." Stanford rolls his eyes.

"I-I have a niece and nephew? Greetings. Do kids still say greetings? I haven't been in this dimension for a really long time."

He bends down to shake mables hand

"Whoa, a six-fingered handshake? It's a full finger friendlier than normal!"

"Heha, I like this kid. She's weird."

"And you are?" He extends his hand to you. You ignore it and turn away.

"A friend of Stans..."

Stanley Huffs turning back around

"I-I can't believe it. You're the author of the journals!" Dipper fanboys

"You've read my journals?"

You don't listen to the conversation, but you help Stanford up. He thanks you as he stands. You see stanley eyeing you both out of the corner of your eyes. You dart your eyes towards him, making him look off.

"Well, it looks like we're stuck down here for a while. Who wants to tell us their entire mysterious backstory?" Mable sits back down on some rubble.

"Yes, I have some questions about all this myself, Stanley." The man walks over ignoring you to the next if his abilities

"Stanley..."dipper puts a finger to his chin

"But your name is stanford..." mable questions

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You leap forward at stan, soos catching you

"Wait, you took my name?! What have you been doing all these years, you knucklehead?!"

"Yeah, Grunkle Stan, no more lies! You owe us some answers – What's the deal with this portal? Why did you keep this a secret?" Dipper exclaims.

"And what happened between you and your brother?" Maybe points at stan angered.

"Im hoping all this aligns exactly with my fanfic, Stan. If not, I will be very disappointed."

You stop struggling against soos. Only to pause and give him a confused look.

"Stanf-...stanley why do you keep lying to me?!" You plead with the old man

"Kid listen... i did what i had to do"

"No. I won't accept that. Tell me why. Was everything about Him even true? " You point to the other man.

The now understood Stanley sighs. I looked up from his brows.

"Everything about HIM is correct. I just switched the names..." he shrugs. With another sigh, he leans against the wall, telling the tale of the two brothers.

As they both took turns telling their upbringing, you couldn't help but watch the twin. He would smile at the good times, and you would catch him watching you as well.

You had to admit he was handsome. You never saw Stan in a way, but Stanford was totally different even with the same face.

If you, too, matched eyes, you would simply roll them and look away. Even though you were curious about this handsome man.

"Oh! This story's so sad! I know what you two little broken teacups need: to hug it out! Hug it out! Hug train's comin' in the station. HUGAPOLOOZA! 2000!" Mable triez to push the men together.

"Kid, will ya knock that off? I'm tryin' to tell my life story here. "

"I already know all this..." You walk off sitting in the room where the portal once was. You could still hear the conversation. Noting again at the Dream school Stanford wanted to go to... but couldn't. You burrowed your face in your legs. Conflicted, you never thought you'd meet him. You were so angry at all the things he did to your friend. But knowing everything and knowing he's alive. Could you be nicer to him?

You hear a Scream and turn to look at the room, dipper fan boys over the journals.

"just got excited there... About the journals... Keep-keep talking."

"I began to keep a journal..."

Dipper screams again. You walk into the room staring at the child. He looks up at you and calms himself down.

"Just going to ignore that..."

He goes on you decide to sit back in the room with the others.

As they retell the fight, you can't help but stare at Stanford. Aggravated at every word he says.

He pauses for a moment. Staring just as intensely

"What is your problem?" Stanford exclaims, throwing his hands up.

"You... you are my problem. you're dangerous. " he looks shocked at your words. And leans back a bit, not knowing what to say.The story finishes as the agents from upstairs get closer. Stanford makes a plan. Telling everyone to stay put as he travels upstairs.

Mable hears the agents leave and runs upstairs with your protest

"Great-uncle Stanford, that was amazing!"

"Let's not go crazy; it was serviceable."

"Thank you, kids, but please, call me Ford."

You stand on the porch. Watching the kids talk to Ford. You catch glimses of him looking at you. Your heart beats faster when he does. Is this anger? You're not nervous..are you?Stan pushes the kids off to bed. He turns to look at you. He mouths out 'stay'. You fix your posture, waiting to wave the kids off while they go inside. Saying a goodbye to Soos and moving towards Stan.

You punch Stans arm

"Ouch why me?!"

"That's for lying to me, you big idiot! Dont do that again!"You furrow your eyebrows. Stan frowns, rubbing his arm. You go in for a hug. Letting go just as fast and looking at Ford.

"So...who are you agai-" you cut him off by slapping him. Both stan and fords face in shock.

" That's for building such a STUPID machine... and hurting my friend!"

Stan begins to laugh. Resting a hand on your shoulder.

"Who even are you?!" The man shouts, angerly walking towards the house. The sun is going down.

" haha shes a keeper! Now Y/n go to bed. I gatta catch up with this man..."

"What's the point of me staying behind?"You shrug your shoulders. Pushing the old man slightly a small okay left your lips.

"No hard feelings, old man?" You smile and walk away, turning around to point finger guns at both men, going into the house and upstairs to your room.

"Old man? Rude, " Ford says under his breath

The two men head in as well. I'm sitting at the table to talk. Catching up on the little things

"Nothing so bad, ya know... people come and go...?"

"Hmm...and that women you keep around?"

"Huh? Women? Haha, that's Y/n. She's a good friend.."

"Just friend?"

"Of course! She's a good kid. Takes care of Dipper and Mable and always makes great adjustments to her past works. " Stan leans back in his chair, talking about you normally

"Past works? What does that even mean" Ford questions.

"Ah, she's a graduate of West Coast tech... some phds in some stuff i dont really pay attention. But she makes awesome stuff. Let me tell ya, " Stan points to a few things you've improved or added.

"Wait, she went to WCT?? Wait, why is she here with you?" Ford laughs still in shock of your success.

"She's been a friend of mine for a while now. She used to work at an Inn that closed down, so i gave her a place to work and sleep. Listen, i felt bad leaving her alone. She needed someone"

"Interesting... " fords mind goes off. Picturing you again. How angry you looked at him, the disappointment when you would stare. But how beautiful you are. How every time you looked at him with hate or pity, all he could see was the opposite.

"I know that look,"Stan leans forward

"What look?" Ford looks away at anything but his brother.

"That look... you stay away from her..." stans eyebrows furrow. His fist on the table

"I dont even know what you're talking about." Ford looks away again, and this finds his head resting on his hand.

"Stay. Away." Stanley gets up.

"But... I'm happy you're home," he holds his hand out. Ford takes it, and they get up to go to bed. Stopping by the bathroom for one last conversation, you can't help but too listen in on.

[pinetrees-in-the-water]

what if ej x gn blind reader??😏

Anon your brain is so huge.... Im basically writing fanfic here but AAAAAAA

(Edit: Oh my god I noticed the smirking emoji way too late yall please be specific with wanting NSFW or SFW I was well Into fluff territory before I realized and I still can't tell what anon means, but SFW and NSFW under the cut)

Thank you for the request!!

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◇EJ x GN! Blind Reader◇

• So EJ CAN see but his vision is more akin to like...cat night vision. Only sees in shades of gray.

• Basically the man is colorblind.

• He takes advantage of it and only hunts in the night, scouting out houses for possible victima to soothe his demonic hunger or or contract kills for The Operator.

• So when he's creeping around a what he thinks is an abandoned house and sees you walking around in the dark, his heart stops.

• Naturally, being blind has led to your other senses improving over time and you're barely able to hear a creak that DEFINATELY wasn't you.

• You grab the kitchen knife and reach for your phone in your pocket just in case you need to dial a neighbor or the cops.

• You hadn't turned around yet so EJ didnt notice you were blind, he tried silently moving towards you to knock you out when-

• "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER I CAN HEAR YOU!" You swung around with the knife in your hand. EJ saw your closed eyes and realized his mistake.

• "Hey hey Im sorry. Im not gonna hurt you. Ill get out right now." He pretty much bolted out the window leaving you confused.

• You DID call someone over to check and yeah...he left.

• Weeks later you found a note in braille at your door apologizing for the incident, you were shocked at the amount of effort this intruder was taking to amend his actions, he also explained that he'd been completely blind before and understood how terrifying it must have been.

• You don't know what possessed you but you wrote back and left your letter in the same place you found his. Thus started a pattern of you both writing back and forth.

• Eventually you both came to care alot for each other, you found out he was a part of a sort of task force and had killed before, but he wanted to "Spare you the gory details" so you didn't find out more for a while.

• He started helping you in small ways, fetching you groceries, running small errands since it was a hassle to get around with your condition, you aporefuated the kindess that was rare from other people. And slowly started falling for him, and maybe it was the way he wrote, soft yet deep voice or his constant compliments but it felt like he was falling for you too.

• Even though you couldn't see him, you wanted to meet him again in person (without the breaking and entering) and tell him how you felt. And so you did.

• He agreed but something was off even as you both laughed in the kitchen while baking, his hands..no his skin was ice cold. And even if he was talking and laughing with you he seemed unusually nervous, you could hear the tapping off his foot.

• When yoy asked him if somethibg was wrong he couldn't take it anymore and broke. He told you about his past and qhen he was turned in college, the ritual that put a demon inside of him and how he had no choice but to break into morgues and scout for the "morallly corrupt" so the demon had a source of food, it had turned him into a cannibal.

• At first you thought he was making fun of you and that it was some kind of joke, but before you could get mad his chilled hands took yours.

• "Do you trust me? Ill show you... I promise im not lying"

•You dont know what made you say yes but you did. He took your hands and put them on his face so you could feel his features which were definately human..and after you were done his face started to morph, skin splitting and his jaw unhinging to reveal what felt like razor-sharp teeth.

• His mouth closed as soon as it opened. He tried pulling away and running but you didn't want him to this time.

SFW:

• As said above Jack loves providing acts of service for you. Groceries? Cooking? Cleaning? call him your malewife because he's doing ALL of it.

• Of course he doesn't treat you like some helpless child and respects when you qant to do things yourself but still always offers just in case.

• After you both properly get together and you know his past hes noticibly more physically affectionate while making sure not to startle or scare you with sudden touches.

• Takes EXTRA precaution to make sure youre out of The Operator's radar since youre at a bit of a disadvantage (a tad overprotective)

• kisses you on your eyelids (kicking my legs and screaming)

NSFW:

• Regardless of who he's with he's a soft dom (Im tired of yall slandering my man's name HES A SWEET BOY.)

•Jack is so gentle. Mainly because he's terrified of doing something wrong.

•He's a big boy at 6'5 so a good chance hes taller than you, and hes somewhat muscular too so he's aware theres a huge imbalance in your relationship and checks in on you every once in a while to make sure youre okay with him doing anything.

• He has 3 tongues.....need I say more?

•Goes down on you VERY often, somwtimes gets a bit carried away and overstimulates you

•Even if you can't see him he ALWAYS ALWAYS compliments how pretty/handsome you look during sex.

• Sensory deprivation but just....always.

• Despite being majorly soft that doesn't mean hes not an absolute tease in bed. 100% makes you beg. And definately takes advantage of tue fact that you cant see what he's gonna do next.(Will feel guilty if you accuse him of bullying you for being blind)

[muikitoo]

Sooooooooooooo...

so...

Are you still taking requests?...

Idk what you are comfortable with doing or not... But if you are ok with it, could you do a Rise Leo x Reader anxiety attack?

*Nervous anime sweat drops 👉👈*

Like, maybe the Reader has been masking emotions all day and when Leo comes over they break down or catches them mid break down... Or something like that...?

Thank you!

*Runs away-*

Anxiety attack

Leo x gn! s/o who is having an anxiety attack.

Warnings

Anxiety attack, but the rest is fluff and comfort.

A/N:

I was actually pretty excited to write this. I hope it turned out well enough

- When he finds u in the middle of an anxiety attack, he panics. A lot.

- Quickly goes and gets you some water.

- He tries to calm you down, without necessary touching you or doing anything that could possibly trigger you more.

- breathing exercises/techniques

- after youve calmed down a little he tries to use reassuring words and hugs u gently(only if u let him).

- "Its okay. Youre safe now, i promise."

- it rally hurts him to see you like that, he loves you more than anything.

- After some time he'll ask to talk to you about what happened, if you dont wana talk abt it then he'll try and distract u/make u feel better (movies, games, cuddles, ect) and then talk about it whenever you need

Leo decided to visit you, worried. You hadn't texted or called him in a while. He thought you were just busy bc of school and that you'd visit the lair after your classes ended, but you never did.

Once he entered your apartment/house - it was awfully quiet. He felt his heart start to race, thinking about everything that couldve possibly happened. "Y/n? Hermosa? You home?" He said nervously. He was afraid, which he usually masks well, but this time he couldnt even think of that. He needed to make sure youre okay. The more he got closer to your room, the more he could hear faint sobs. He entered your room and saw you on the floor, shaking.

"Y/n!" He was quick to be by your side. He was confused and didnt want to touch you or do anything triggering. He quickly ran to the kitchen to grab you some water. He helped you drink some and then set the cup down somewhere and then turned his attention back to you. "Breathe, love. Breathe." He made you look at him as he told you to follow his instructions, breathing slowly - in and out.

"hey, do you mind if i hold you for a little while?" He asked after youve calmed down a bit. After getting your approval, he slightly scooted towards you and gently layed your head on his plastron, wrapping his arms around you. "Do you mind telling me what happened? Or do you want to talk about it later? As you amazing and handsome boyfriend i want to be here for you through this and help you anyway i can!" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little and wanting to earn atleast a small smile from you. You let out a shaky giggle, telling him about your stressful day and everything that happened during the classes. He listened carefully, petting your hair and humming every once in a while to let you know he's listening.

After having a talk and making sure youre okay, you decided to watch a movie. "You know what? Ill be generous today and let my amazing s/o pick whatever movie you want." He smirked as he pecked your head, getting comfortable in the sheets as he handed you the remote.

A/N: i wrote this in school so it was rushed. Im not that educated in stuff like this so if i got something wrong please correct me without being rude.

[fictionfixations]

playing through 3.2 amphoreus SPOILERS

thought itd be out at 9 (for me) but apparently i was an hour early so oop

cant tell if it took an hour longer or if i just somehow misremembered when updates would drop for me

holy shit a whole cutscene just for castorice leading you to her warp

im gonna get a letter from dan heng

redeeming for ruan mei because i just didnt have a harmony for my second team 💀

uhh im gonna look at all the other events later that kind of looks like a lot

oh fuck the boss is gonna be horrible

me when i aventurine

im gonna try to do the boss with aventurine but if not im busting out the healer

doing her trial. castorice seems cool i just dont think ill pull for her

started 10:12 PM (for me. this is so i know how long it took for me to finish)

'if i take on oronyx's trial will the prophecy come to pass for me as well?' huh

i had to do a double take like wait did mem speak? the dialogue was 'dont worry' and mem said 'mem worry' lMAO

oh god reading already

i took like this test yesterday and holy shit there was so much reading that i just shudder being hit with sudden blocks of text now 😭

i wanted to try to write a summary here but while i understand it i dont think i could do it justice??

i think its really mainly just like the stuff thats been mentioned already in like the special program + additional stuff

who the fuck is caenis have we seen caenis before i think we have. ???

what? ratio reference? maybe? idk

oh god theres only two

trianne :(((

it feels wrong

wait but what happens if we dont complete it before the soul dissipates

what if we're about to get stuck and castorice comes to get us out but time go brr and her touch then kills us when it didnt before

and thats how we get like die

this reminds me of in the beginning when we played as kafka and held like the thing with the fingerprint to make 'us'

oh caelus' face is so 🥺 'i love you all!' d'aww

we can hear mem talk! i read the text out loud (to better understand for me) the way she started talking normally and i just started going 'mem mem mem mem!' 💀 me when confusion

i cant tell if oronyx sounds like castorice or if she sounds like castorice to me because i hear castorice back when she was speaking out what oronyx was saying

'sky father has gazed upon you' WHO

who is that again? kephale? i think of kephale as like dad right but i dont think he was sky? i forget. i thought of him more as like earth or like grounded cause hes carrying the world or something like that ??

or wait is fuli sky father

i thought fuli was mother

who the fuck is mother then?? or are they both??

'what you lack is a future' WHAT

what the fuck we were dead all along?? wha

holy shit

'go and find your future that has been stolen' WHAT

15 entry hours is 15 days right? i think it was mentioned in the special program that anaxa had 15 days to live or something? ???????? i mightve misremembered

are we like anaxa now? apparently we succeeded but

?????

hAHAHAH DAN HENG YOU GOOFY GOOBER NOT TELLING ME HOW INJURED I WAS AT THE VERY BEGINNING WHEN WE FIRST GOT TO AMPHOREUS HAHAHAHAHA

cas gives us a book to read in the meanwhile which is just the story in text form that she gave a summary of earlier about like styxia

i think its the robes but it makes me think of a cult

this whole segment is interesting with the dream..

damn anaxa's technique is hella cool

what the fu-

WAIT IS IT THAT GUY?? in like the paper phainon gave us THAT guy whose like known for being neutral and shit??

IT IS

WHAT THE FUCK

the way to the dawncloud is so crazy i thought it was kephale for a second like wth

hhh it might be more complicated then 'good or bad' but tbh the council of elders is on my shit list rn

wait the assembly is in 15 days??? lmao watch anaxa die on stage

but whats the point in life if its all just happy fun times?? you cant have life without death. etc etc??

'this tyrant who wallows in extravagance and greed' are we talking about the same person ??

wait

does this mean the titans used to be demigods like us ? ????

'calypso' .. and she doesnt seem to remember a gnaeus (who we know is nikador) does this mean she forgot being a demigod and thinks she was a titan since the beginning or something like that?

SHE LOOKS LIKE CASTORICE

WAIT IS KHAOS KEPHALE??

'deliverer' WHAT

wait if khaos is a deliverer

and khaos seems to likely be kephale

does that mean phainon will get kephale's coreflame?? i remember seeing people speculate and i think his eyes has a similar symbol or something to like kephale's? i forget exactly i remember i think it had something to do with kephale so they were speculating he'd get kephale's coreflame

polyxia..

SISTER???

ARE YOU POLLUX

cause its like castor and pollux

castorice and polyxia..?

'fusing a mortal's soul with that of a titan to replace said titan' ...

OH SHIT DAN HENG POV

i hope his voice comes back soon (im gonna be so sad if he gets replaced i hope he doesnt)

DANNIE???

considered setting my team to the one with 5 star dan heng because now i have ruan mei but now i feel better that i decided not to cause shes lvl 1

styxia

shit so the flame reaver isnt dead

aghh

i bet phainon will be the one to deal the final blow

or maybe phainon, us, and with the help of .......elysia. i forgot her name here 😭

STOP DREAMING OF THE PAST BRUHHH

????

youre literally just going to get yourself killed fantasizing over the past instead of focusing on the future which we can change and see and shit and i really truly doubt that the past was really as glamorous as its said to be in poems or whatever the fuck

im like actually so annoyed holy shit

theres no such thing as ridding the world of death. there cannot be life without death

and if you are immortal wont there just be shit like mara that happened to like the xianzhou peeps ???

LMAO IMAGINE THEY FAIL THE TRIAL SO DEATH STOPS EXISTING AND THEN THEY ALL CEASE TO EXIST

BWAHAHAHA

alright names noted i wont give a fuck if yall drop dead 👍

i was wondering if this was to say that the dragon is castorice's sister but now im wondering if this could also be like anaxa is lying and tricking castorice that maybe idk theres a way to save us ?

this kind of reminds me of lucy heartfilia's voice but i also might be mishearing considering i have a fan blasting so im not like hella laggy

"You shall wither, and through that, the dead will sprout again from the remains, and be reborn with the dead flame"

oh god

her walks sprout flowers on the ground..

oh shit its her animated video

is this cas' gift to us?

cutscene this time. i feel like theres been a lot less so far but to be fair last patch continued off of like a cliffhanger (with phainon having gone into the trial) and then continuing off that cue cutscene and stuff but the stuff right now has been able to be told through dialogue and like CGs so

i thought you said youve never been to styxia and like wont or something ??

i think they were saying something about if dan heng or hyacine were here they could raise the water(????) but honestly i stopped paying attention trying to focus on getting to the destination so oops

MYDEI JUST APPEARED OUTTA NOWHERE WHAT THE

trianne... 😭😭😭

alright yeah no aventurine cant do shit here lynx welcome back girlie pop

ohhhhhhhhhhh my god

?????

dude tf do i do

hello casual mode

i genuinely cant see how normal mode is beatable unless idk mayb e you have castorice

thats such bullshit 😭

or maybe lingsha would be good idk but i dont have her 💀

watch me still fail at casual mode tho if i do idk what ill do dude

aight im good

BRUH WHY ARE THEY YELLING AT ANAXA DUDE HES THINKING LET HIM THINK THIS IS AN IMPORTANT DECISION

LIKE EXCUSE ME??

hes the tiebreaker so he has to think long and hard baout which edcision to go for, you rushing him will only serve to your detriment when it'll be the deciding factor of such a MAJOR DECISION

?????

are they actually dumb holy shit

actually wait what if anaxa dies before he can vote??

LMAOO PHAINON PUMPING HIS FIST UP IN THE SKY LIKE WOOHOO

THERE IT IS PHAINON SUCCEEDING KEPHALE and with his full memories too huh?

i mean girlie if you dont wanna then you know you really dont have to

LMAOO ANAXA MAKING IT SO THE COUNCIL OF ELDERS GET PUNISHED TOO FOR HIS CRIME? BWAHAHAHAH

MARCH VOICE JUMPSCARE

i realize now its the voices of the people on the astral express

awe

and more

ACHERON WHAT THE

i was gonna say it reminds me of that one greek myth of this guy bringing his love back from the underworld and that if he turned back it wouldnt work but then he turned back and oof

"Don't turn around. Keep looking forward."

"Fear not, as a touch of red will be awaiting you at the end of the path."

"It'll guide you and illuminate the way out. By doing so... You'll eventually reunite in the warmth of the sunlight."

and then we get flashes of our past trailblazing adventures

WHOSE VOICE IS THIS

my first thought is cyrene? i think hsr elysia?

or is it mem? i cant tell

it doesnt sound exactly the same but mem appeared right after

the way amphoreus refers to in another world or cycles makes me think of hi3. it reminds me of like previous era and current era

also so thats. mydei, trianne (dead), and castorice gone (and potentially anaxa with him dying)

and thats anaxa gone. dead. (probably into a titan now tho)

MARCH!?!?!?

HUH???

WAIT WE'RE BACK TO HERTA POV??

'memosnatcher'?

WHAT

THE THIRD PATH IS DESTRUCTION ???

and thats it

what

alright so it took me 4 hours? huh. i always end up finishing a bit faster than other people so i wonder how much longer it took for other people

[yanderu-deredere]

THE SLASHER COUPLE IS SO GOOD 😍

Pretty please, if you feel like writing some for them, would love to read more about Emm tying Casimir to the autopsy table… or maybe them tying their darling to it 🤭

a/n: thank you so so much for the awesome ask! heehee, i've been wanting to write about this since i offhandedly mentioned it and im so glad there's someone else that wants to hear abt it too!

i decided to write for darling instead of cas becos i felt like there wasn't enough major yandere vibes on this blog so have this alternate ending to. will i ever write the canon ending? mayhaps

you can read this as a stand alone but it will refer to some stuff from the original series here! but! this is an alternate ending to that original series. i still have plans for how i want that to end heehee

warning: gender neutral reader but mentions of cock going into an entrance, major yandere vibes, non-con to dub-con, mentions of semi-descriptive gore, bondage? definitely bondage LOL, emm wears strap-on and it's referred to as her cock

word count: ill add this later cus im on mobile

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

You should've known something was wrong the moment the couple had treated you with such kindness, such sweetness.

It had been too good to be true and you were the fool that fell for it.

"Now, darl', you need'ta understand--"

"I don't need to understand anything." You snapped at her, body tense and ready to run as she faced you like one would face a feral animal "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends? You mean those people that demeaned you and talked behind your back?" Casimir scoffed from beside Emm, his face both mocking and angry.

You had no clever retort to that but, still, you answered, your eyes darting from them to the door "I at least know that they wouldn't leave me here."

"You are definitely right about that, my love." Casimir sneered and it made you both flushed and nervous

You tried to put the puzzle pieces together. You couldn't find your friends or their things but the tire hadn't been fixed yet and you knew that they'd never leave you behind.

If they wouldn't leave you behind, what did that mean?

"You did something to them." The words left your mouth the exact moment the thought entered your brain.

From the way Emm's expressions shifted, you knew you were right.

You needed to get out of here.

Without hesitating, you ran for the door, legs fast and anxious thoughts even faster. It almost felt like you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

You managed to grab the door knob and open the door but, before you could slip out, someone slammed the door in front of you.

You cursed just as someone's arms wrapped around your torso.

You heard Casimir click his tongue and you looked up to see him shaking his head at you, his palm pressed against the door "Naughty, naughty. We can't have you doing that, now can we?"

Emm, on the other hand, sounded less haughty and more desperate "Please, please, darl', you gotta understand--"

"Oh, I understand alright!" You started struggling earnestly, kicking your feet and trying your best to pry Emm's arms away from you "I understand that this was a mistake!"

Emm's arms only seemed to tighten around you even more "Don' say that."

You wanted to spite her so you said it louder "This was a mistake!"

Casimir grabbed your face before you could say anything further, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned you to face him "You have a mouth on you, don't you, my love?"

Then, he glanced at Emm, knowing expression on his face "Perhaps we should teach our darling a little lesson, hmm?"

"You so do love teaching lessons, don't you, my wife?"

Emm didn't even answer; she just flipped you over, carrying you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, like you didn't even weigh a single ounce.

It had been sexy last night and you'd be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't sexy now but, instead of your heart fluttering, you felt like your stomach was tying itself in knots.

"Let me go!" You beat on Emm's back, kicking your legs in an attempt to maybe hit the side of her face. She held on fast, her grip on you not even faltering for a second.

"You'll like this, my love, I'm sure of it." Casimir followed the two of you, a certain skip in his step "I certainly do."

Just as he said that, Emm walked into a doorway and you frantically looked around, confused where the three of you were headed.

You tried to think. You were able to see out the door just as Casimir closed it and you guessed that this was the door under the stairs. Wasn't that a closet? Apparently not.

Your nose suddenly stung with the smell of chemical cleaner--bleach?--and the lights seemed dimmer than outside. Casimir saw your frantic glancing and simply threw you a smirk.

Before you could open your mouth to ask where you were, you were slammed onto something cold and hard. You could feel the icy surface even through your clothes.

You sat up in an attempt to get away. Just as you did, you managed to catch a glimpse of what was right next to you.

Your brain fizzled and your throat seized. You were caught between a gag and a dry heave. Immediately, you stopped struggling. Hell, not just you. It felt like the entire world stopped.

Your mind seemed to only swim with thought after thought, none of them lingering long enough for you to really dwell on it.

"Cas, I tol' ya' to clean up after y'rself." Emm grabbed your wrists and you couldn't find it in yourself to snatch them back.

Casimir simply shrugged and went somewhere else. Emm was so close to you, locking your wrists into something soft and furry, that you couldn't track where he went.

"Lay down, darl'." She placed her hand on your chest and pushed you down. You followed, eyes still glued on the still figure next to you.

It was Bran. You knew it was him but you weren't sure.

His face was gored beyond recognition. Blood caked around his mouth and his eyes had been carved out. Very clumsily, you mentally noted. As if that mattered. There was so much viscera and splatters everywhere.

Was this what they had planned for you?

You started to struggle again as Emm started buckling your legs down. The straps didn't hurt your wrists at all, unlike how they formed red bleeding welts on Bran's wrists.

"Please, I don't-- I uhm-- oh god--" Tears sprang to your eyes as you tried to kick your legs "I'm sorry-- I'm sorry-- please, don't--"

Despite your fussing, Emm finished buckling you in. "Shhh, don' worry, we won't do nothin' to you that you won't like, hmmm?"

You heard the sound of a cloth or something being waved and then spread out next to you.

You glanced over and Bran had been covered with some medical blanket of some sort. You couldn't help but recognize it from the various medical dramas you've watched. It was what they put over dead bodies.

The gravity of the situation seemed to weigh more and more heavily over you.

The two people you'd fucked only last night, the two people you'd thought you could've had a future with, were going to murder you.

As soon as Casimir finished laying out the cloth over Bran's dead body, he came over to you, scissors in hand. They were odd scissors that looked bent but on purpose. Without saying much else, he started scissoring through your clothes.

"Cas." You whimpered, fear still wracking your body as you tugged and pulled at your restraints.

Casimir didn't even try to look sympathetic. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying the situation a bit too much.

He pressed a kiss against your temple as he pulled the scraps of your clothes off of your now naked body "Why don't you listen to Emm, huh? We won't do anything that'll hurt our little darling."

Just as Casimir mentioned Emm, your eyes darted to her, frantic to find some sort of sympathy or even some weakness you could take advantage of.

Instead, you were met with the image of Emm, her shirt suddenly gone but that lacy bra you'd seen before still on. She was tightening something around her waist, rather sober expression on her face.

You glanced lower down and your entire face flushed searing hot.

She was tightening a harness on and hanging from it was the most intimidating plastic cock you'd ever seen.

Casimir followed your gaze and snickered, breath brushing against your ear "You know, I only get that when I've been especially bad."

The unprompted insight into the couple's sex life only made you even more flustered. Casimir laughed rather meanly at that too before straightening, his job of getting rid of your clothes completely done.

"When did we get these anyway?" Casimir's fingers ghosted over the inside of your arm before nudging against the cuffs that wrapped around your wrists.

"I made 'em myself." Emm got on top of the medical table in one smooth motion, "Didn' wanna hurt our darling's wrists."

Casimir snuck a finger underneath, wiggling it around "Huh, fur-lined and everything. She already loves you more than me."

"Can't say I feel any differently but it still stings." He added jokingly, pressing another kiss against your temple, hand wrapping around your wrist while the other cupped your chin and made you look at him "See? We'll take perfect care if you here."

You honestly didn't know what to say to that. Though it did make your heart flutter, you knew how fucked up your situation was. These two killed your friends.

And you were especially aware of how fucked up it was that you were really turned on.

Emm took your silence for acceptance. At least, that's how it seemed from how the corners of her lips tilted up into a small smile. Though your legs were cuffed, she pulled your thighs up and wrapped them around her waist.

As she did, her plastic cock thumped against your torso, the tip practically reaching your belly button. And it was thick too, heavy against your skin.

Before you could protest or at least beg for mercy, Casimir pressed his lips against yours, bringing your attention back to him.

The kiss was messy, searing, with his tongue slipping in and pressing against yours, his teeth clashing against your lips.

It made your eyes flutter close as you returned the kiss. You fell into it easily, like it was natural to kiss him like that, like there was nothing else that would feel good.

Then, just as suddenly as the kiss started, you felt something wet and cold dribble against your entrance. Your legs jerked, trying to get away from the sensation.

You couldn't get away, though. You were trapped; not just between the couple but also in the cuffs they'd put you in. All you could do was lay there and take whatever they gave you.

Just like last night but even worse.

And give it to you they did. Emm slicked her fingers up and pushed two of them in at once. Her fingers were already pretty thick so having two of them, scissoring inside of you, pressing against your walls, felt like too much.

Your hips jerked and your brain swam. You didn't know whether you were pulling away from her or pushing your hips down to take more of her fingers.

Casimir, on the other hand, kept kissing you, his breath ragged and his grip on your wrist tightening more and more. His free hand traveled to your neck, wrapping around but not choking you.

You didn't know what it was but the gentle caress of it, firm but not too firm, his fingers pressing against the skin above your beating veins, made your heart flutter even more.

"Gonna prep you up to take me, baby." Emm muttered as she pushed in another finger, her hips rutting and the rubber of her cock rubbing against your skin.

"Gonna show you exactly how we'll be taking care of ya' fr'm now on."

[pedgecalmdown]

my alpha - p.p.

summary:

It’s the full moon, and piss boot seems to be hiding something.. 🤫🤔😈

word count: 1.5k

warnings: werewolf, sticky cheese, uncut wolf wewe, Tight Wolf Butthole, hot dog in bun, pejole many chins, pudgy werewolf, Wet Wolf Willy, Tight Wolf Butthole, brown bloody chunk squirt, unidentified wolf squirt?, Damp Clammy Enclosure, pissicle

It was a dark and stormy night, and you were on the couch with Piggle watching a scary werewolf movie. You noticed your sweet hubby wubby twiddling with his fingies, which you assumed was from the movie. You tried snuggling up to him to calm him down, but to your surprise he actually nudged you away. “Oh.. sorry babe, I’m just not comfortable with that right now. Maybe a little later..” Confused, you replied, “Oh… okay..” You climbed back onto the same position on the couch you were before, but with a newfound worry for your husband. Was he okay? Or was he simply just scared? You didn’t know how to bring up the subject without being awkward, so you just let him be.

You sit on the couch, opposite your husband once again. You felt worried that you had done something wrong, glancing at him every few minutes to see how he’s doing. He makes a peculiar coughing sound and moves his arm quickly to cover a random spot on his other side. He quickly stands up, “um.. I’ll- ill be right back.” He awkwardly trots away, as if something is hurting him. You couldn’t be more confused. You try to direct your attention back to the movie for a few minutes, but you hear a ruckus coming from the bedroom behind you. You debate on seeing what’s wrong, but decide it’s your right to know. You slowly tiptoe your way to the door, and open the doorknob slowly. Even while the door is only slightly cracked, you see a figure writhing around on the floor. ‘is that pissicle?’ You think to yourself. It can’t be, this creature is much too big and hairy to be him. Suddenly, the moonlight barely spills into the room. You’re horrified at the sight in front of you.

Without warning, the creature let’s out an almost agonizing howl while the light of the full moon shines down on him. It holds its head in its hands in pain, and you watch, frozen, as the creature grows bigger and bigger until it finally turns around and you can see its face. It’s… PEETLE?? You duck for cover, totally unsure of what to think. You continue to hear all sorts of ruckus and whatnot coming from the bedroom with the occasional howl, and suddenly, it stops. You peek your head out and see Pedro staring at the mess he caused, fully transformed into a werewolf. Upon examining him, to your dismay, you found his werewolf self actually very attractive. The clothes he was wearing before had ripped upon growing in size, and there was one particular part that had grown exponentially.. Petro turns around and sees you with fear in his eyes. “Y/N!! I’m sorry… I can explain…”

You say nothing. Your eyes are wide and staring at a particular part of him. He starts babbling about how he didn’t want you to see him like this and how this isn’t how he wanted you to find out but all you can do is stay wide eyed and silent. He slowly looks down and realizes what you’re looking at. He was so panicked that he didn’t realize his pants had completely snapped and were now completely gone. His werewolf Willy was out and about, standing straight up and hitting his pudgy furry belly. You start walking towards him and he steps back. “N-no.. im gonna hurt you if you get too close.. im not safe to be around right now!!!” You look into his eyes and step closer until his feet hit the wall. You stare up at him and notice his furry double chins and wolf mustache. His nose is wet with spit and snot and his eyes are teary. He lets out a wet cough and some spit gets on your face. You think back to the movie you two were watching. You didn’t think that werewolf was that scary, after all.

Suddenly, the look in Piddle’s eyes changed. Some primal werewolf instinct must’ve taken over him, because he immediately grabbed you with his paws and marched you over to the bed. You peeped his chins as he cheekily smiled and let go of you to lay down on the bed, large wolf stomach and member all out for you to admire. “You want a bite?” He asks mischievously. “Oh boy..you know I do..” You rub your hands together as if you were a mad scientist and Peejolé was your experiment. You immediately jump on your husband’s stomach, looking at his face and many chins. You gaze into his eyes and say with a smirk, “Where shall we begin?”

You start by rapidly removing your shirt and pants, leaving you in just your underwear. Polio stares at your chest. “Sweet mama! You really gotta sweet pair of milkies 🤤” he says, tongue hanging from his mouth. he brings his paws up to tickle you slightly. “Here comes the tickle monster!” His fingers dance over your stomach and chest, making you fall backwards in laughter. Once you’re on your back, he hovers over you and brings his hands to your underwear, ripping them off and eating them. He licks his lips, or where his lips would be, and starts lowering his head to you and sniffing you at a rapid pace. He sniffs everywhere, getting lower and lower. His chins stick out prominently as he does so. you bring your hand to his head to scratch him, and he lets out a fart of excitement. It quickly fills the room with a hellish, pungent odor. He is a wolf, so it makes sense.

His jaw eventually nears your entrance, and he goes full on wolf ham on you. He knocks you down with the force at which he was tasting you. In all this excitement, you hear multiple squeaks emerge from his butthole. It makes you smile. You were just so glad Pishposh was so comfortable with you. Unfortunately, the smell was so peppery and spiced, you could feel your dinner come back up and splatter all over your pleasurer. He doesn’t even look up at you while he continues to lick your whole body clean. It tickles!!! You’re giggling the whole time, but you eventually have to stop him to return the favor. You glance down at his Wet Wolf Willy and smile. His eyes light up and he squirts a little as he exclaims, “Boy oh boy I can hardly wait!” You cover your mouth with his finger and get to work.

You start licking the ginormous, uncut member, from the base to the tip. He lets out a high pitched moan, and you continue. You use your thumbs and pointer fingers, pinching, to pull down his Wolf Fore Skin to see loads of sticky cheese and buildup. You lick it clean, and savor the taste in your mouth. He shudders and squirts even more, this time coming out with chunks. You can tell he’s about to burst, so you start going faster. ‘Oh I know what’ll get him to blow..’ you think. You slowly sneak your finger under him, and shove it inside his Tight Wolf Butthole. He gasps and moans before letting out his wet, watery, translucent, chunky, brown seed into your mouth. You swallow it all, reveling in the feeling of the chunks sliding down your throat. “I guess it’s time to stuff your bun full of my furry hot dog, huh? 😏” he says with a smirk.

You immediately obey him and lay on your back. You can still feel the squirted brown, bloody chunks sliding down your throat. His Raging Red Rocket was slammed into you, and I mean SLAMMED. The sheer force of his thrust almost made you fly off the bed through the wall. His chins were staring you down as he continued to ram your Damp Clammy Enclosure. He gets so riled that he starts singing the song of his people.

“AWOOOO AWOOOOO AWOOOOOO.”

He’s claiming you as his territory, and you just love it. You feel yourself nearing completion and you let out a guttural moan. He starts pounding harder, so hard in fact that you have to hold onto his fur so he doesn’t propel you through the wall and out yonder. When you finally cum, you let out a loud, “OOGLY BOOGLY!!!” of satisfaction. Projectile looks pleased with his work and he gives you a smooch, except he doesn’t have lips so just licks your mouth. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did 😈😇😁”

You look at him with nothing but love in your eyes. “I did :3” you say. He collapses on top of you, crushing you with his weight in the best way possible. His chins land on your face, so you have to fold them away from you to breathe. You start petting his back and his tail starts wagging slowly. You giggle. I guess you could say you were addicted to your werecreature 😉😉

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A/N

We’re broadening our horizons for this one.. ☝️🤫.. lets just say.. we had some inspo… 😈😉

[edward-evans-blog]

Edward Evans Blog [Entry #2]

“The Sculpture.. [Part 1/?]”

Hello Dear Readers.

I am shocked at the followers I’ve managed to gain in the first few days of my blog being up. I also wish to thank you all for the “reblogs” and likes.

Anyways, I know why your here so I’ll get on with it. This is the story of Percy and I’s first case… the case of ‘The Sculpture’.

The day started off as another, I woke up and did my daily routine of going for a run, taking a shower, eating my breakfast well I watched the birds and such.. then when I was getting ready for my morning lecture I noticed, Percy, looking madly through the papers.

Though that wasn’t too weird. He’d been doing that for days without even saying a word to me- which I didn’t mind Because he’s quite the weird fellow.. anytime I can get not to hear him ill take it. But of course It was very short lived, as Percy Jumped up on the Couch and cheered with delight. I asked what the matter was- well after I asked him to sit back down as I didn’t want him standing on my couch. Once he calmed down he told me that he found ‘a case’ whatever that means. Either way I congratulated him and left for my lecture.

A few Hours had passed after that and I made my way into the apartment I saw it. Percy on the floor in the middle of a whirlwind of papers. The apartment was in shambles.

“PERCY WHAT THE HELL-“

“Shhh.. Im working Eddie.”

“Working??? On what!? This is a bloody mess and- oh- no no no! Why is there a knife in the wall, Percy!!!”

There was a knife holding a paper in the wall

“Hm? Oh that. Thats just some evidence for the case.”

“Case-?”

“Yes. Remember the one I told you about this morning.”

Thats when I remembered the excitement in the morning… I hadn’t paid much attention to this so called ‘case’ he had told me about because I was more focused on getting him off the couch but I suppose it was something important.

“Percy… prey tell.. what do you mean by ‘case.’”

After that Percy had told me that apparently he wanted to become a Consulting Detective like his uncle Sherlock.. not because he wanted to.. because he was.. bored. And apparently he was sick of his uncle being the only one in the world. Though I could tell he was quite excited about this. But if im being honest I don’t quite care what the man does, as long as he pays his half of the rent and leaves me alone I really could care less, but the mess HAD to go.

“Ok.. Percy tell me.. whats with all those papers in my lounge room??”

“Oh yes- its all the information and possibly Intel I have on my case so far.”

“… and what do you have so far?”

“Not much… theres a killer and after he kills a victim he leaves a perfect Sculpture of them left behind. Later the body’s are found miles away from the sights the sculpture’s are found and-“

“-im sorry- the killer is making Sculptures of his victims???”

“Yes Eddie do try to keep up.”

“Its actually Edward-“

“-so thats all I have on the killer so far. Though I do think I know where he’s going to target next. Thats why we need to go to this place.”

Percy held out a pan-flip in front of my face. It was for one of the most fancy restaurants in the area.

“Percy.. we literally live in a one bedroom apartment what makes you think you can afford to go here.”

“My dads practically the British government. I can do as I please. Now get dressed. We’ve a Restaurant to go to.”

“Ok- wait me to???”

Percy Gave no further explanation. He also didn’t tell me why he needed me there, though I thought it was best not to question him.. if it means I get to eat at a fancy restaurant that is.

When we got there I ate and Percy kept a look out for the killer, But after an hour of nothing Percy started getting frustrated.

“Where. Is. He.”

“Look maybe he’s just running a little late… or..”

“Or?”

“Or you were wron-“

“Im never wrong.”

“…sure. Well Im going to the washroom. Have fun not being wrong.”

When I got to the restroom however I was met with a disturbing surprise that had me running back to our table. Where I as calmly as possible Told Percy to follow me..

“PERCY GET UP THERES A HUGE SCULPTURE IN THE WASHROOM!”

After Percy saw it he smiled. Who on earth smiles at a crime scene??? Bloody Percy Holmes, that’s who.

Of course I suggested we call the cops but oh no no no, Percy had other plans. He took a sample of the clay sculpture and a few photos on my mobile while he started to- wait. My mobile?? How..

“Ah right I took your phone when you were eating.”

“…why.”

“So I could take a photo of the Sculpture when you found it without having to explain to someone why I have evidence on my phone.”

“Wait you knew I’d find the sculpture in here- …WAIT WHAT DO I DO IF I HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY I HAVE EVIDENCE ON MY PHONE???”

Percy just shrugged back at me as he got up and started heading to the door.

“I already paid the bill and called the police. They should be here in about 2 minutes so I suggest if you don’t wish to have to explain the photos you get out of here with me.”

Percy may be weird but I know better then to ignore someone when im warned, so I followed close behind as the sound of police sirens began filled the air…

[Too be Continued]

Thank you for reading Part 1 of The sculpture!! Part 2 will be posted tomorrow so keep an eye out for it!!

-Edward Evans

[livsworld-ndstyle]

destigmatizing mental illness

i mention some laws that may not be the same in other regions but i’ll provide a link to other disability laws in regional areas.

p.s. before i begin tysm @wonkybrain-disorder for being the only vote:)

and no, im not gonna present super well-known responses., but the opposite.

1. choose your words wisely and carefully.

recently i’ve seen the “acoustic” and “restarted” joke flood across social media and if i’m being superbly honest it’s insane how neurodivergent people came up with it and the neurotypical population took it.

a lot of people in my school causally throw out the r-word, which is insane, because when i do hear it, i know they’re joking but that word isn’t a joke and i always feel like im in such proximity every time i hear it.

2. besides public education and teaching people about the meaning of mental illness, which doesn’t work, because either we don’t want to tell people about it because we’re scared of a reaction in the wrong way or any other rational fears, i’m not going to mention that.

what you should do is try and increase any form of accessibility services. if a person is in a wheelchair and paralyzed and all the building has is stairs, you are not being accommodating. the same thing has to do with if you’re an educator denying a student’s accommodations and treating them like crap in the education setting. well one, if the student has a disability under IDEA or ADA, IDEA being the individuals w disabilities education act and ADA being the americans w disabilities act.

here is the link i mentioned in the subtext under the title.

3. besides the education community, also spread awareness in the workplace!

a lot of people even with disabilities and mental health issues are presently seen in the workplace and it’s great to see the uptick in that statistic, but to continue that, we must keep pushing for equitable access to awareness in the workplace!

4. this may be a bit of a personal one for me and maybe some others- but i wish teachers wouldn’t make it instantly obvious that something is wrong with you - they’ll do anything to treat you differently and it turns a light on in the neurotypical brain that makes them think that everything they’re seeing is concrete evidence.

here’s a great video we watched in my health education class, if you’re willing to see a short video.

we watched this during our mental health unit and i loved that unit, its always a great one seeing attempts to make the world a better place!

5. also neurotypical people LOVE to say “everyone’s just a little bit + some random disorder”

it’s annoying to those who have whatever the disorder is.

like saying i’m autistic isn’t an adjective in the way that it’s a personality trait, because it’s not.

saying everyone’s a little bit autistic kills us all.

6. unsupportive parents.

there are parents out in the world who don’t believe in mental health for what it is and just think its an internet craze. if it was an internet craze, why are more and more people still getting diagnosed to this day?

[ i might add to this post later on if ideas come to mind, but that’s it for now! ]

i guess if you have more tips that i didn’t mention- feel free to comment or reblog this post!

also once again tysm @wonkybrain-disorder for suggesting this through the poll :)

[blackparadinq]

lmao i fucking forgot to share this

not only do i have unorganized miguel heacanons but i have unorganized HOBIE ones too

i have unorganized random headcanons for all the characters i brainrot over these two are no different!!

identity headcanons first hehe:

hes trans. he probably diyed his hrt and also has top surgery somehow hes magic. (i also think he'd have tattoos over his scars, either super cool bat/devil wings or an intricate spider design on their whole abdomen cant decide ill draw it later 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉)

he, however, doesnt really have any specific sexuality or gender labels they feel like they fit into. theyre attacted to all genders of varying degrees but doesnt really put a label on it. he just exists.

also doesnt mind what pronouns you use for her. any/all. basically.

also also would encourage people to use the weirdest and coolest neopronouns they can think of for zem like REALLY go out there WHATEVER YOU CAN THINK OF.

ADHD haver?? MAYBE???

to the rest acaksdlfj;akdjf:

theyre very crafty and dabble in basically every form of art. music, graffiti, painting, sculpting (mainly with trash or scraps or random discarded items he finds, more on that later on), sewing, whatever. if he can learn to do it she will.

he is super touchy and likes being close to people, but also understand boundaries.

very emotionally intelligent, i feel like this is canon anyway but ill just put it out there, ze can basically sense if someone is upset.

LOVES ABSOLUTELY LIVES FOR talking to new people, will go out of their way to introduce himself to basically everyone, especially new spider-people she meets.

he is a bit of a joker, ofc, but he wont try and push boundaries that he clearly sees or hears from the person theyre talking to. hi people who hc him as being an unself aware dickhead shut up you are very wrong did you even watch the movie.

this one is probably my favorite but he will pick up random things he sees around him and keep them for art projects. cool rock on the sidewalk? its a rock, hes gonna take it. funny lookin bug? might pick it up for a little to look at it and put it back in a safer spot. bottle cap? "mine now". like i said before he likes using litter to make art.

he will stop mid-mission if he sees something cool that he can take home like "oh [riff] cool leaf" and put it in his pocket.

i was referencing this post btw i love this headcanon, absolutely genius, i will steal it ty /lhj

this stealing of random objects from all around the multiverse has caused many lectures for miguel (they arent listening)

they have some kind of control over what texture/color they turn into if xey really think about it but most of the time he just kind of.. lets it do its thing. (sort of like a RainWing?)

shockingly good at vague yet oddly specific threats that are unrealistic but if you really think about it it's like "oh yeah he could totally do that..." but she wouldn't. yknow what im saying right???

while he does live in the 70s where technology was uh... not as popular nor as advanced as they are now, he's aware of modern tech through Gwen, Miles, Pav, DEFINITELY through Margo and Miguel, but she doesn't really use it often. doesnt really see the point.

along with that he also is aware of modern music as well, he has mixed feelings (gwen is probably the biggest influence though she is such a Pinkshift/Paramore/My Chem girlie it hurts to think about)

100% collects record of artists, especially smaller artists, that they like.

if you get them going about music he will talk for HOURS. HOURS until you tell him to shut up, even though fae totally wont listen and will keep going anyway. (just like me teehee projecting is fun <3 )

while hobie does use his guitar as a weapon for some reason he is quite protective of it. they wont try and stop you from touching it or playing it, but he will watch you like a hawk. half out of "oo look another person is interested in guitar" and the other half of "👁️👁️ dont break it i can only do that /j" (a lot of musicians are like that, i would know, im one of them. ha)

loves stray animals. cats, dogs, birds, anything. he will stop to pet them if they let him.

he also will talk to cats like any other person. especially spider cat. spider cat could make a cat noise and he'd act like he understood it. "yeah totally man, i get it. meow."

he can sing like... averagely? he has a good sense of pitch and timing, as most musicians do, but she isnt professionally trained or really does it too often

they will scream though

also really likes messing with makeup and bodypaint. he will spend hours on it if he can.

FUCK I AM SO HAPPY I DIDNT POST THIS IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I KEEP REMEMBERING THINGS ACK HERES ONE LAST ONE POST THIS AFTER ASH I SWEAR (edit from two weeks later: i forgor): he definitely isnt a morning person. he loves to sleep in. definitely values rest, like a lot. miguel will call him at like 7 am and hobie will flip him off and say 5 more minutes when they really mean 2 more hours.

do i have any more?? hmmm maybe if i remember but this is what i have so far. mostly just silly lil headcanons that arent entirely plot relevant as most of my headcanons are.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

This is an internet anthology. I am acting:

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Looking back at my childhood and all the traumatic things that happened made me realize just how depressive my mom was. She smiled and laughed and said she was “happy,” sure… but I never saw her smile or laugh unless it was in front of other people; but behind closed doors, with just the two of us the mask came off. I was the only one who was allowed to see who she really was behind the disguise. She cried all the time. I could hear her through the walls at night when I went to sleep. Everything, everything was for show. She liked to make others think she had joy but she didn’t. She didn’t because she couldn’t feel it. Her depression was a crushing weight on the entire house and she made it everyone’s problem. All she wanted to do was feel worse and feed off of me so I could stay and listen to her rants forever in a vicious, codependent cycle. I didn’t know until now what the term for that was. Truly, discovering this community of people who were abused by depressive parents was a blessing. It helped me come to my senses and realize I was not the issue; it was her all along. Knowledge is power, everyone. ❤️

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hiya could anyone give me advice pls its urgent

so i (16m) met this guy (17m) who ill call M in my economics class. we chatted for a little, he was suuuuper sweet and charming and we really had some kinda gay chemistry going on iykwim? so we went on a date at this cute Italian restaurant and the guy gives us our breadsticks. M just……. stared????? at them like stared at the breadsticks without even saying thank you and he looked kinda souless and it was fucking freaky but i ignored it because maybe he was just tired yk? we study alot so its not like super unrealistic to think that but now im starting to think it was a sign he wasnt right in the head. later on we hugged and kissed and he told me he loved me so my doubts went away cuz love and happiness go together. basically i wasnt worried anymore, were both happy right?

well after exchanging numbers to keep in touch i called him about five times and he never called me. its like i put in all the effort so i called him out for ignoring me and he apologized

anyways we made up and went on a 2nd date which was his idea. because i am sixteen i got my license after doing drivers ed, obvs i was really proud of it so i told him and he smiled saying he was happy for me but something was wrong. he was smiling but his eyes looked dead and it reminded me of that one tiktok about how depressives have dead eyes when they smile because they cant actually feel happy not even for other ppl. it was really creepy how he just lied to my face like that. he still never calls me, i always have to call him. its like he doesn’t care about life at all

any tips on how to politely get out of the relationship? thx

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4 Signs Your Lover is a K!lljoy

1.) The eyes

Do you surprise your lover with gifts and acts of service, but they seem less than enthusiastic? Do they say they’re happy for you, but something in their face tells you they’re not? Do they never seem to truly enjoy anything in life? Then blame the uncanny valley. Science shows that true, joyful smiles cause the corners of your eyes to crinkle. Since k!lljoys are completely incapable of feeling happiness, it makes sense that they don’t know how to smile without giving off some bad vibes in the process.

2.) They’re lazy

Some of the traits used to diagnose Major Depressive Disorder in the DSM-5 are: lack of motivation, excessive sleeping, and lethargy. These traits inherent to depression make k!lljoys far less productive than most normal people, so of course they expect others to do everything for them, because they care more about themselves than they do other people. Do you constantly find yourself doing all the household chores while your spouse vegetates on the couch? Do they say they’re too “tired” to do things when you know they’ve done nothing to make them tired? Chances are, your partner is depressive.

3.) They hate people

Lack of joy is highly correlated with social withdrawal. K!lljoys dislike parties and always hide in corners or bathrooms if they’re forced to go to one. They also never call you, you have to call them. You have to do all the work to maintain the relationship.

Low-functioning killjoys may lie in bed all day miserably, but high-functioning killjoys can blend in, and may even be more talkative so they can vent their problems to everyone. They do this so everyone else can feel as unhappy as they do. As the saying goes, misery loves company.

4.) They want to k!ll themselves

It’s in the name. K!lljoys may not say it outright, but they may joke about d34th or unaliving themselves at minor inconveniences. This is not normal behavior, and actually a sign of a severe case of depression.

This may be done for two reasons. The first is to guilt you to stay in the relationship because they’re afraid of being abandoned by their stress ball. You can tell if mentions of sewerslide are meant to guilt you if they are often followed by common manipulative phrases such as “you’re my reason for living” or “I’ll never leave you.” Or k1lljoys may be genuine about their desire to d*e, so that they can pass their sadness onto others while they are relieved of it, as a sort of twisted revenge.

You may feel guilty about leaving them or putting them in danger of carrying through with sewerslide, but remember: sewerslide is the ultimate act of selfishness. You are doing the right thing by leaving them because they are toxic and will only harm you, no matter how good it feels to love them. They don’t love you back. A k1lljoy cannot love you back.

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hot take but if you’re so sad you cant even take care of yourself without leeching off people and hurting them then you should be sterilized so you don’t pass those genes onto your children and cause more suffering than you already have lol

#killjoy parents #depressive abuse #thanks for making me into a monster like you dad /s #depressives dni #i needed you dad I really really did and then you fucking shot yourself #and it didn’t even work so now you’re brain dead in a home #i hope no one else cares for you and gets hurt for it

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So it’s come to my attention that there is a common misconception that depressives cannot feel joy. True, some of them don’t; but some of them do. What gives them joy? What most people find makes them happy: being treated like human beings and not like a they have evil suicide cootieshope this helps 🥰

#actually depressive #actual killjoy #you guys realize how eugenicist it is to demand depressed people be sterilized right? #we cannot control how much joy we feel #what we get is what we get and that doesn’t make us evil

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hot take: being able to feel happy does not make you a good person

you can feel joy because you hurt people and you can use motivation to do bad things. you don’t need love to be a good person either. you can simply exist and not do bad things

#actually depressive #depressive abuse believers dni #imagine morals being based on emotions and not actions pfft

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#imagine morals being based on emotions and not actions pfft

Imagine abusers wanting sympathy from the abused

Don’t act like you aren’t always negative about everything and try to level the emotional playing field so that everyone suffers don’t act like you haven’t been a burden to everyone you touch don’t act like you don’t post pictures of your bleeding cuts for minors to see and imitate dont act like you don’t romanticize your sick disorder to take others down with you don’t act like you don’t purposefully ignore your friends and loved ones for the sake of your alone time don’t act like you don’t drink to drown the sadness and become violent to your families don’t act like you aren’t cut from the same cloth as people who become terrorists and blow themselves up to kill many others

THOSE ARE ACTIONS

#depressives fuck off #depressives kill yourselves challenge #oh wait

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I want to die so the ones who never held me close to their hearts may carry my coffin on their shoulders and tuck me into the ground like a down bed

#killjoy #sad bitch #its sad girl hours #depressive #sad girl aesthetic #coquette #tw sui ment #girlsandboywhocry #spilledink

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yo i think my mom is a killjoy

#explains a lot tbh #never gets out and is unhealthily attached to me #the whole dead eyes thing

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anyone ever stop to think that maybe the depression that I am experiencing in my own brain is making me suffer more than you are for dealing with my reaction to suffering all the time lol

#actually depressive #k*lljoy is a slur btw idk why you armchair diagnose people with “lazy asshole” #instead of maybe considering it’s just hard for us to do things #and interact with the world without feeling joy. Since when do we consider someone’s inability to do something as a moral failing?

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[lonponspeaks]

Better apology

The text can be edited if a new memory pops up.

I think I wrote the previous one in a confusing way, please tell me if the way I write is confusing somewhere.

My memory is fuzzy and I dont fully know if ill be correct in this post with some things. Feel free to tell me if you remember an event that bothers you.

Sandrey and I ended the friendship, we talked and it turns out I still have some resentment that doesnt truly go away and I honestly also want others to feel safe. Even if I think he's a better person now.

I want to apologize for how I enabled Sandrey by not doing more when bad things were happening.

It was bad to befriend him and ''forgive'' him right after he did something bad way back when. I was childish about forgiveness and felt bad for him with how he apologized but I should have been there to support the person that was hurt by him. I deeply regret that action, always have.

And for the years to come, it was bad to stick around like that when something bad happened.

I need to be clear that these things did upset me!

Ill get into why i stayed around him later in here.

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About my inaction:

I think its important to mention that people back in the day were already talking about stuff that he did in many seperate instances, and I think my inaction in these many different cases was because i saw others were talking about it, maybe feeling bad if id call him out, and maybe the thought just didnt occur to me. Any different case could have had a different reason, I really dont know.

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I usually knew he did something bad through others calling him out or telling me, if i remember correctly.

We had an on-off friendship (private reasons), I, in most cases, wasnt around when I heard stuff about Sandrey from others, if i remember correctly.

If im correct, i could be wrong, there werent that many times that I was around him while he was actively doing something bad WHILE I KNEW. There was obviously the thing he did before we became friends for the first time.

I cant remember if more instances happened when I was around him while he did bad things while I knew. I think they did.

I can only recount one other instance clearly: I saw him do something bad, I remember people brushing it off when I talked about it, which was discouraging. But i remained his friend still, i feel disgusted by that. I recently got a thought that I got convinced by him what he did was ok, like partially. i still wouldnt have done that myself(!!).

When it comes to me having stuck around him, either after having heard he did something bad or when I saw him do something bad,

I do know in most cases my co-dependency to him played a big role.(private reason).

I do know I had also a general thing where I wouldnt cut people off so fast/was afraid to cut people off.

I think I had periods where I thought he was better. I feel these must have been there. And in turn i was always forgiving.

Edit:

many things mentioned in the doc probably happened while I was his friend but didnt know about him doing these things or didnt see him doing these things. (Many things there i didnt know, i only heard about a few of these things in public in the past)

But it was pretty much a given that he'd do bad things even without me seeing/knowing, because I was often around him after hearing he did bad things or actively saw him do something bad.

I cant remember what I thought to the possibility that he could do bad stuff without me knowing/seeing. Something tells me in most cases i didnt think of that possibility? Maybe i did think of it? Maybe I thought the capacity of the bad things he'd do wouldnt be as bad as what I read in the doc?

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So, why I trust that he had changed in recent years? After he did something that made me so incredibly upset with him, a year later, he said he got out of his bad environment to get help, and he proved with his behaviour and how he treated and talked to me that he changed, and he wasnt hurting others anymore, I saw that. I trusted him and I trust he wont hurt others again.

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I am very sorry if I have hurt people and if people are haunted by that.

I never meant to be malicious by being his friend.

I have changed in this that I don't tolerate people as much anymore, especially if they did something bad recently and are an active danger. (I joined in on banning a creepy person from the fandom last year!)

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My memory isnt good, I can be completely wrong about some things or missed important things, and I worry and overthink because I do want to provide closure to those Ive hurt. I hope ive done my best. I hope whoever is reading this will be ok.

Important note:

I never got abused by him. Maybe he did some hurtful things and had tried to convince me of things I dont agree with, but he never abused me. Dont challenge me on this.

Important things to mention:

Mind that my memory isnt good, im not fully sure how some things exactly happened. Its based on fragments I got.

I remember two instances where Sandrey convinced me something he did was ok. I still wouldnt have done these things myself(!!) I dont know how long i stayed convinced. I dont think that long. This was some years ago.

The first instance happened in a place i was in with sandrey.

He was showing nsfw to minors.

I told people there that that was disgusting, but no one listened, which was discouraging.

I confronted him, and if my memory is right, he convinced me it was ok because he was 19 and the others were close to his age.

I cant remember what i thought after.

I think, I cant acces fully what i felt after, maybe i was uncomfortable still, i hope.

I do remember i somehow stayed.

I should have called him out! I think i didnt because of the convincing, but priorly, i THINK, discouragement played a role too.

I was being afraid to call out to not hurt feelings (Yes i was THAT pathetic).

The second instance, i heard from others he did that gross education thing when i wasnt friends with him.

When i talked to him again, i talked about how it disgusts me,

And something he said made me go easy on him. I dont know what it was. Maybe that he wont do it again? Or he somehow made me believe it wasnt all bad... i dont know

Im disgusted and im so sorry about all this.

If this was today, id do better.

I have stronger opinions on my own and am morally in a better place that people cant really tell me shit like this.

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I want to do my best to provide any sort of closure, so feel free to tell me anything that bothers you, im open to talk to. If you want me to talk about something I couldve missed saying my apology. My tumblr inbox is open, Plasticeggbeak on discord if needed.

Im taking a break from editing my apology since i keep overthinking everyhing i write, keep getting new thoughts/memories and keep endlessly editing, and last time i checked i was fine with how it ended up. If anyone thinks i should do my best to edit more, to keep thinking deeply a little longer on what else i should add since my memory or thought can pop up, tell me

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the f/orth.

Though this post is going to be kind of odd compared to other posts i normally put, the fourth has become important enough for me to throw out on there. we're going to ignore how it is technically the fifth now on central time, i got home late from the fireworks lolol.

this is your heads up for the very long post, though it does have relevance to f/os if that would be relevant to keep reading for you.

below the moon.

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forgive me for the odd wording of the blog, i go through these weird things where fear comes from certain letters or words to me for these kinds of things. moving on. .

i was doing some thinking on the fourth of july. i realized that though im not very patriotic, there's still some part of me that does look forward to the fourth. dont get me wrong, america is cool, freedom, woo. but, im not really super into that kind of stuff for identity or waving flags or whatnot. not my thing, though there was always something about fireworks that entranced me and often left a mark on my goofy lil brain blob. ive got numerous memories related to them. those i wont go into because theyre personal and yall dont need to read through all that. the thing im getting to though, is that all those memories moreso related to family than patriotism or "freedom woo, eagles with guns," woh-woh.

one of those memories, the relevant one to this blog, is that of when i told my mom that i had f/os.

ok listen, so fictional crushes in general arent new to her. she's known about every fictional crush ive had ever, even the worst ones. (cough, looking at you, 🥞 + 🥓, cough.) Though mom didnt always care for those movies or those topics, those goofy characters i got into and wouldnt shut up about for months or even years at a time, she always supported me. she was the one who told me "someone's gotta love the villains." that it's ok to be into weird, morbid, dark shit or horror, or gore, or whatever. that even tho she didnt think robert englund was hot in the slightest, OR bela lugosi. . gerard butler, he was ok tho. she would always be there for the goofiness about them i had. she got me merch of them, movies, those things i related to them for. i've got a cool mom, guys. for those who need one, ill share but you cant keep her cos i need to keep the cool mom that bore me.

the thing that really gets to me sometimes tho (in a good way) is that, for a long time, ive worried that something was wrong with me. . like on the brain blob? because it took me a long time, but evidently she and everyone else think that i could be on the spectrum or something else is "wonky" (how i call it). the problem is the older i got, the more self-aware i became, the more uncomfortable and nervous i got because there's these things that go on that i dont know or understand how to respond to or handle. things i didnt used to have problems with before that i knew about, things i cant tell if just got developed later or came from college stress or what not. so when i suddenly started coping with pretending these fictional people existed around me, i was really tentative about it. of course im not delusional, but you dont really hear about anyone other than kids having "imaginary friends" (or something similar). im not a kid anymore. i used to have them like lots of others, but it was never to this degree. . because times were simpler, maybe. my brain blob didnt overthink, things werent so complex on the inside or outside of me. it scared me. i thought something was wrong, that i was losing my mind or something because they felt like they were becoming subconsciously ingrained in that wonky brain blob of mine. on top of other things, i was really nervous. i only ever talked to one person about it. shout out to the bestie who knows, you really helped me a lot through that kind of stuff while we figured out that, oh, we're not the only ones who pretend our fictional crushes/interests exist. therapist recommended? ok maybe its not so bad.

but for my mother, i was still scared to tell her. the f/os were becoming such a big part of the things i was doing, how i worked on the inside and they were involved for coping, comfort, things i would do behaviorally because i was communicating or interacting with them through the wonky brain blob residing in my skull box. i wanted to tell her, to share those things with her or to bring it up to a psychiatrist at some point (or both really, cos my mom would be there for that too. we've talked about it for a long time now.) but i was scared she would think i was fucking delusional, some loony to throw in the loony box to get better, yknow? that i talk to people, i pretend their real?? who, wtf??

but my mom, though after a long silence while i explained it to her how long i'd been having them and who they are, how they come to be, what they do for me. . she told me it was ok. that i wasn't freaking loony. that people cope differently, that people grow up at different paces or that its ok to resort to childish things for comfort because things are tough and so long as they help me, that it would be ok. that i know they're not literally real, that im choosing to pretend these people exist or however i do that, so long as im ok. for something so vulnerable, so scary for me, that meant a whole lot. that was on the fourth of july last year.

since then, my mom goes so far as to even interact with my f/os by touching their objects associated with them, to talk back and forth to them through me, to let me babble about them or talk about them. she knows some of their names, who or what they come from, how they work to some degree. the journal i have (the real f/o journal, not the tag), was one that she bought for me knowing it would be used for those f/os or for me to talk through it to them or draw things of them, do whatever i would with but that it would all be centered around my f/o for however it would comfort or bring me joy. she signed that journal for me, alongside the numerous "signatures" from those f/os and read their messages. she pointed and asked about the things they "wrote," smiled at their messages or the doodles of them. for that reason, i felt so safe with those f/os and what they were that i could go forward not being so fearful of myself. that it helped me to further bond with my mom about other things, to feel more of a closeness or security with her because of how good she was to me for those f/o things.

there was even one of my "worst" f/os present on that fourth of july. she knew who and what he was, i told her he was "sitting there" with me on the hood of the car when i told her that these odd fictional men lived in my brain blob and that they would "exist" through my daily life for the past few months. though she still told me that it was ok. that i would be ok, that so long as no one was getting hurt, those f/os would be ok to have for however long i would have them.

for those of you who get worried or embarrassed of having f/os for whatever reason that would be, know that its ok. no one gets hurt, no one gets effected by them. they're there for you, that's the most important thing of them. mom said so.

good fourth of july to you guys who celebrate it, be that for cool moms, friends, or whoever is there for you. the not-real ones, too.