#muh luh wuh

[chaotic-shapeshifter]

VALERIE SMITH

(Marvel rp oc!)

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Full Name: Valerie-jones smith (Farley)

ALIAS: overkill, mimic, burnout, монстр, зверь,

Age:15 years old

DOB: 26th November

Sex: female

Height: 167 cm (5'6ft)

Weight: 120lbs (54kg)

Appearance: curly brown hair, almond green eyes, light brown skin.

Mutation: enhanced being and a shape shifter.

Status update: healthy

Family:

Mother: ??? Farley (Deceased)

Father: ??? Smith

Siblings: Garren Farley (brother) @forgotten-s0ldier , Alexander smith (brother) , Elijah Smith ( @epic-shadowguy twin brother) , Daniel Smith (brother), Adeline smith (sister)

Ethnicity:Samoan + African American

Abilities:shape shifting into any being/creature just by touch/sight. Her strength and stamina is 2x better than before along with agility and health.

Extras: if overwhelmed or being put under stress and anxiety, her abilities might go out of control since she is still developing her powers.

Quotes:

“i dont have any romantic feelings for ANY type of woman,BUUUUT..” -Val

“It appears to me that she can be quite accident prone around the facility, probably due to the amount of experiments used throughout the time being.” -random scientist.

“I know what you are Val.” - Elijah

face claim is @4eiiok on tt

mood-board designed by @at4zxx !!

Mod- @reia-creations

[f1uffyfangz]

I MENT TO PUT CANT

[lilliathshifts]

For a second there I thought “I wish I was a boy so I could kiss and marry girl” forgetting I’m fucking gay 😭😭

I’m so tired

[pronetoearinfections]

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[milftalia]

'wuh luh wuh', 'le$bean' and 'sesbian lex' have done irreparable damage to the lesbian and bisexual community and I wish everyone who uses it goes to hell no matter what. if you're too scared to say lesbian you should be banned from dating them actually don't ever come near one!! fuck off

[deathwaltz-ao3]

NEED the lesbian to my gay for a mlm wlw hostility friendship where i tweak over fictional men and wlw wants to beat my ass while also tweaking over fictional women

[frozenfrogz]

Considering how big love is in our society today, it’s genuinely insane to me how so many people hate queer love. It’s just love. Isn’t that what you’ve been pressuring people to find? So why is it only a problem when it’s mlm or wlw?

[gwenstacyyy1]

Y’all should make Carmen’s parents marriage a lavender marriage in my au?like Dexter in my au fell in love with Peter Parker (Julia’s dad) because in my au Julia’s parents was a lavender marriage on both ends but thing is Carmen’s loved Dexter and Dexter didn’t.but Dexter loved his kid.so uhm but there love was a secret

[whimsy-mlm-143]

the sapphics yearn for heavenly

[art-seka]

Slightly controversial, but I wanna ask why it is that mlm has more happy endings than wlw. And I enjoy my doomed yuri don't get me wrong I love a sad story, but sometimes I want a wlw that's at least happy and not make me cry. And I'm not even biased. I love both mlm and wlw, but the amount of mlm that is happy is more then the amount of wlw being happy, I don't know why maybe it's misogyny or something else but I need answers plz help me

I BEG YOU I NEED ANSWERS I NEED MY HAPPY YURI WHERE NONE OF THEM DIE OR JUST MARRIED TO A MAN. Also, happy new years.

[zackychan069]

Some sketches I did, my new hyperfixation is Yuri kinda late but better than never, I really love I'm in love with the villainess😍 following bloom into you, and yuri is my job, and Netsuzou trap NTR gave me traumatized💀 and take this advantage to wish happy new year everyone, I'm looking forward for another year with you, tank you so much and stay safe everyone

[sampyrevampyre]

Holiday Family Reunion 🎉 This is the full version! I wanted to draw my characters celebrating the holidays with their in-laws & partners. Technically they don't have a winter season in their country, so this is more of a harvest festival or New Year's celebration?

[themorphine]

gays we need to get our fucking shit together STOP THE YEARNING AND JUST FUCK

[freakynami]

Chapter 5 // Part 2

HII!! sorry if this chapter isn't good, I finished writing it around midnight and I'm super, super tired right now, but I hope you guys like this short chapter regardless :,)

Tick, tick, tick.

A devilish grin flickered, teeth flashing as the locket-watch swung back and forth. When it came into view, there was Evander, hanging by a thread pulled by the goddess. His body became less human with each moment, transforming into a doll—a cruel mockery of Wrenley's nagging paranoia. The doll shifted, morphing into another person—someone different yet so similar. Before he could make out who it was, he woke up.

Drenched in cold sweat, he jolted from his nightmare. Looking over at the boy hugging him like a personal plush toy, he calmed slightly and lay back down, pondering the dream. What did it mean? Who was it about? Why had he dreamed it? He decided to shrug it off—they had bigger concerns.

Ignisvisus—While exploring, they found an old book, likely belonging to warriors unfortunate enough to visit this hellish dimension. Ignisvisus was a pyroactive basilisk: three unnerving eyes on each side, fangs protruding like sore thumbs, and spider legs for arms. It seemed like something from a child's imagination, yet when you saw the sketch, it was unnervingly uncanny.

And that's what they had to face.

As they crossed the barrier—small for the creature but not for them—they saw it. Everyone shuddered with disgust at its uncanny appearance. Despite its almost comical description, the sight made them nauseous. But they had to do this for their nation. They readied their weapons and entered battle. It wouldn't be easy fighting this creature—Faelynn aimed at its eyes and weak points with her bow, Kenny wielded her gun-like weapon, and Wrenley tried to help however he could.

But Sereia recklessly put herself at risk, slashing with her sword left and right, even when the creature could obviously strike her. She seemed unfazed by near-misses from its tail, disregarding her own life. The others were unsettled but ignored it—despite their dislike of her, she was crucial to their battles. With only five of them, dropping to four wouldn't be wise. They warned her to be careful, to think rationally, but she wouldn't listen. She ignored their pleas completely. She climbed the writhing, bleeding snake, nearly reaching its head when the unexpected happened: its thrashing worsened, its tail knocked her off, and as she tried to stand—she looked up just as the tail swung down.

A sickening crunch. Blood splattered beneath the tail as it struck the same spot repeatedly. Though the creature was now blind, its writhing only worsened, smearing her blood across the ground. Her armor remained somewhat intact, but her body did not.

The others watched in horror, shaking and mortified—their most vital member crushed before their eyes in the most merciless death they'd witnessed. Between their shock and the creature's cries, they fought on, finally ending it when Evander stabbed its membrane.

The battle was won, but they remained shaken as they surveyed her remains. Wrenley had vomited earlier.

Now, only four remained.

3 Months; 3 Days.

Three months and three days had passed, and they still hadn't fully recovered. Only four remained, and now they faced their next challenge: the Umbraferrum—A towering, humanoid abomination with grotesque angular limbs forged from jagged, blackened iron. Its body was segmented, crudely pieced together, with gaps leaking unnatural, smoky darkness. Its featureless head had only a gaping void for a face, emitting unsettling whispers that unnerved all who heard them.

This would be their trickiest fight yet. Facing something so godlike wouldn't be easy—they needed to discover its weaknesses. Who better than Faelynn? Within minutes, she identified their options: Blessed Iron/Silver (their swords) and specific rituals or prayers of remembrance and peace.

They weakened it first, taunting from a safe distance, then struck repeatedly for maximum damage. None escaped unharmed. Kenny used her fire powers to melt the creature, Evander and Wrenley wielded their swords (well, Wrenley used Sereia's—she was dead now), while Faelynn shot from above, chanting memorized prayers until it finally perished. They executed everything carefully, knowing a single touch meant turning to ash.

Months later, they encountered their next horror: Tenebrovox.

Tenebrovox was a lanky, predatory creature with an emaciated, humanoid frame wrapped in leathery, cracked flesh. Its face split horizontally, featuring a massive, jagged maw instead of eyes, rows of needle-like teeth vibrating with an eerie hum. Where eyes should be, hollow pits oozed viscous black substance. Its elongated arms ended in hands with talon-like fingers that twitched with unnatural precision.

This creature proved both easier and harder to handle. They knew to drink night-vision potions and stay quiet to taunt it. Its heart lay inside, requiring a strike through its gaping mouth for an instant kill. Despite her slight frame, Faelynn's strength surprised them—she lifted Evander high enough to plunge his sword down its throat and into its heart. They had to pull him out afterward.

But the pulling sensation grew stronger and STRONGER.

Nothing would stop him now. Not Wrenley, not the king, nobody. As they traveled—two or three years now, who could tell?—the force grew more intense. They'd found what they sought, what HE sought. The final creature awaited, and Evander felt stronger yet lighter, ready for anything.

Past all those other "beasts," he faced the real challenge—AETERNAVORAX. An eldritch, godlike entity, the manifestation of endless decay and consumption. Its impossibly massive form shifted between skeletal, fleshy, and writhing void. At its core gaped an enormous mouth lined with concentric rows of jagged teeth, spiraling inward like a black hole. Writhing shadow tendrils, gnashing jaws, and clawed limbs poured forth, devouring everything in their path. Its "face" bore a grotesque, multi-eyed mask, each eye glaring with flickering cosmic light that pierced the soul. Its voice—a cacophony of whispers, screams, and guttural growls—echoed with countless consumed lives.

The others wanted to document it and return to the king, unwilling to risk more lives. For them, this crossed the line. But EVANDER? Nothing seemed impossible now. He'd face it alone if necessary. Ignoring their pleas—especially Wrenley's—he approached.

But before he could take another step...

[justabiii]

straight: wuh luh muh

gay: muh luh muh

lesbian: wuh luh wuh

poly: muh luh wuh luh wuh

hyper: LUH!!!

asexual: nuh uh luh

diddy: muh luh minuh

bisexual: muh luh wuh + muh

incest: suh luh suh

ally: luh ❤️

pan: all luh!

arabic: yallah

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 8

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Next Chapter: Part 9

Author’s Note: I know this chapter is a lot shorter than my previous one's but, I figured it was better than nothing. I might end up rewriting this to make it longer or something.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account, which I update more frequently.

Warnings: Swearing. Some threats of violence. (1,276 words)

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“I love you, (Y/N).”

He said it so genuinely, like there was nothing wrong with the situation. Like he hadn’t taken you from your home, stalked you, tormented you, fucking bashed your head in with a baton. He said the words as if he was just a regular school boy confessing to his crush.

It made you sick to your stomach.

“Well? Are you guh-going to say something?”

He sounded impatient, as if you were the one in the wrong somehow. You looked up from the ground, his dark eyes and expression turning colder each second that passed.

“You’re insane.”

Wrong answer.

Toby’s face dropped, and with a heavy tension in the air, he raised his arm, his hand closing into a fist.

You prepared for the worst.

Then, Toby took a sharp breath, holding it for a moment, and exhaled. Slowly lowering his hand again. Trying to muster up the strength to not lash out, most likely.

“I’ll give you some time to warm up to me. I wuh-won’t hurt you.” He paused, thinking. “I’ll tuh-try not to.”

He didn’t sound very convincing.

You decided to hold your tongue for the time being. At least until you came up with a game plan to get out of this fucking place.

Toby sat down on the couch next to you, still pissed off. The sudden shift in weight causing you to look over at him. It was hard not to notice just how big he was. Tall and lanky, but at this distance it was obvious he did some kind of exercise. He’d be hard to take down on your own, and you’d need some kind of weapon that could immediately incapacitate him. He couldn’t feel pain. You knew that now.

“See suh-somethin’ you luh-like?”

Your thoughts were interrupted, noticing the wide grin stretched across Toby’s face as he looked you over. You had been staring.

Albeit, you were trying to figure out how to kick his ass, but you had been staring nonetheless.

Frowning, you decided it was best to stay silent, choosing to just shake your head ‘no’.

Toby sighed. The noise making you jump a little. “There’s nothing you can do now.” He put his arm around you, your body tensing as you were pulled into him. “And that’s okay.”

The ends of fingers started playing with your hair.

“It isn’t.”

Your voice came out quieter than you’d had hoped. But soon rose from desperation, sadness, anger or a combination of the three.

“It isn’t okay. I have a life, I have fucking friends who care about me, you can’t just tell me it’s okay. God! How could a person be so selfish?!”

“Because I can.” Toby hissed. “Fuh-for once I can be selfish. I finally found suh-something that I want. So I’m going to get it. Even if I have to drag you back here kicking and screaming over and over again.”

His words sunk in, like a rock falling into a bottomless pit.

“You’ll have to.”

Toby laughed cruelly at your response, not phased at all by your determination. He leaned forward in his seat, playing and picking with the skin on his hands. His nose scrunched in a smile, and he turned his head to you, putting a hand on your knee. “That’s fine. I duh-don’t mind a cat and muh-mouse chase every once in a while.”

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You felt numb. Your brain buzzing, probably the after effects from the head injury Toby gave you. All the energy you had was focused on the fireplace on the other side of the room. You could hear your captor behind you in the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards. After a couple of failed attempts to get you to speak, he resorted to pacing the cabin, occasionally glaring at you. Muttering phrases and curses under his breath. He finally stopped when your stomach started growling, quickly making his way to the fridge to find you something to eat. Of course, you didn’t ask him to. You decided you weren’t going to ask him for anything.

But there was one thing that had started to bug you, well, other than the whole kidnapping thing.

Scanning the room more intently, you noticed two hatchets that hung by the front door. One with a bright orange handle, and the other dull and wooden. They looked well used, and if it wasn’t your paranoia just seeing things, there were definitely specks of red on the handles and on the holster they hanged from.

It made you wonder what Toby did in his free time.

Sure, you had asked him before if he was going to kill you. And he had alluded to murdering people in his fits of rage. And although you never saw any evidence of it, bloody fucking axes on the wall seemed like pretty solid proof.

You moved closer to get a better look at them.

“Hey. Yuh-your food.”

A bowl of cold soup was shoved in front of your face.

Toby stood next to you frowning, trying to figure out what you were looking so intensely at.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I was - um….. Nothing?” You stammer back.

He placed the bowl into your hand and walked over to the wall, lifting the leather holster off the hooks. The blades of the hatchets swung as he carried them over, before sitting down on a musty chair across from you.

“You like em’?” Toby asked, a hint of tease in his voice, like he was trying to be playful.

“Not really” You shot back.

“Aw, yuh-you’re hurting my feelings.”

Toby took the orange one out of the holster, tossing it back and forth in his hands with ease. He looked up at you for a moment and smirked, before l lifting the handle behind his head, and throwing it forward. It missed your head by a few inches, but you still ducked instinctively. The blade connected on the other side of the wall with a loud ‘THUNK’, the force knocking some empty bottles off the window sill and shattering on the floor.

“What the fuck!”

He cackled at your reaction, throwing his head back in the chair. After a few moments he collected himself.

“Duh-don’t worry, I have good aim.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. "Why do you have those?”

He glanced over at the hatchet embedded in the wall and then back to you. “Firewood.” Was his curt response.

You didn’t believe him.

A small buzzing sound came from Toby’s pocket, startling you both for a moment. He furrowed his brows, before taking out his phone, and glanced down at the screen. He grimaced, reading through something.

“F-fuck.”

If you were wanting an explanation, you weren’t going to get one. Because he got up from his chair and angrily stormed through his home, saying nothing, and grabbing items to get ready for something. He stopped in front of you with a small plastic bag.

Zip ties.

Of course he would tie you up.

“Get up.”

You rose to your feet hesitantly, not liking his tone at all. Something in those texts must have set him off. His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, practically dragging you back to his bedroom where you had first woken up in this hell hole. He threw you onto the bed, and placed your wrist against a metal pole on his bed frame, securing the zip tie to your hands so you couldn’t move. Toby grinned once he was done.

“There. Suh-so you don’t get any ideas while I’m guh-gone.”

Before he left the house, you heard him call out.

“I’ll be back soon!”