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devdozes · 2 months ago

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Whats the worse that could happen? :3

two best friends,, stuck in a creepy train :0 (i need to make these two sillies playing mimic too istg I love mimic rblx)

The train doors shut behind you and Phainon with an ominous clunk.

“Okay, cool. Super normal,” you muttered, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The empty train car stretched out ahead, eerily quiet. Not a single other passenger. Just you, Phainon, and the dim, flickering lights overhead.

Phainon exhaled sharply, rubbing his arms. “Right. No big deal. We’re just stuck in a suspiciously abandoned train in the middle of nowhere.” He turned to you with a forced grin. “Totally not a horror movie setup.”

“Not at all,” you agreed, glancing at the dark windows. The city lights should’ve been visible. Instead, there was nothing but pitch-black void.

The train lurched forward suddenly, making both of you stumble. Phainon yelped and grabbed your arm. “WHY did it move? WHO’S driving this thing?!”

You didn’t have an answer. The doors didn’t budge when you tried them, and there was no sound of an engine. Just the unsettling hum of flickering electricity. Your heart pounded as you looked down the train car again.

A shadow moved.

“Okay, that was definitely something,” you whispered, gripping Phainon’s sleeve.

He inhaled sharply. “Nope. Nope. I am NOT built for ghost encounters.”

The shadowy figure stood at the far end of the car, featureless, its presence unnatural. The lights flickered violently as it inched forward.

“Plan?” Phainon whispered.

“Uh… I don’t know. Be brave?”

Phainon gripped your hand. “We are cowards at heart. Don’t lie to me.”

The shadow jerked forward suddenly, and you both screamed, running to the opposite end of the train. The doors were still locked. You banged on them while Phainon frantically pressed random buttons.

“HELLO, CONDUCTOR? CUSTOMER SERVICE? EXORCIST?? ANYONE?!” Phainon shouted.

The shadow was closer now, towering, its darkness spreading like ink. The lights flickered wildly, casting strange, warped shapes along the walls.

“I SWEAR IF THIS IS SOME PARANORMAL ACTIVITY PRANK, I’M SUING!” you screeched.

Then, the lights went out.

Silence.

You clung to Phainon, barely able to breathe. He clung back just as tightly.

“…If we die, I just want you to know, I—”

The lights flickered back on.

The shadow was gone.

“…was the one who ate your last pizza slice,” Phainon finished shakily.

You blinked. “Phainon.”

“What?”

“We just almost DIED and that’s what you were gonna confess?!”

He shrugged weakly. “If I was gonna go out, I wanted to leave this world honest.”

The train remained silent, unmoving. The horror of moments ago left an eerie, uncertain calm in its wake. You and Phainon exchanged nervous glances.

“…We’re still stuck, aren’t we?” you muttered.

“Yup.”

“…And the creepy shadow thing could come back at any time?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

You sighed. “Great. Love that for us.”

“…So should we, uh, play I Spy to distract ourselves or—”

A distant thud echoed through the train.

Phainon clung to you instantly. “I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE—TERROR.”

You groaned. “We’re so doomed.” "Better than doomed yuri" "SINCE WHEN DO YOU READ DOOMED YURI OR YAOI?"

Your stupid bickering with Phainon was interrupted by another sound,—footsteps.

Not just one set. Multiple. Slow, dragging steps echoing through the empty train car.

Phainon’s grip on you tightened. “NOPE. NOPE. THAT’S A HARD NO FROM ME.”

You swallowed hard, barely able to turn your head toward the source. The flickering lights made the figures ahead shift and blur, as if they weren’t fully solid. More shadows. More of them.

The intercom crackled suddenly, making you jump. A distorted voice, garbled and almost robotic, whispered:

“Next stop… nowhere.”

The lights flickered out again, and this time, they didn’t come back on.

“…I take back everything. I DO want an exorcist,” Phainon whispered.

You grabbed his hand tighter. “Screw that, I want a miracle.”

A sharp, ear-piercing ding rang through the train, followed by the sensation of the car tilting slightly—like something, some things, had climbed aboard.

Shuffling noises. Ragged breathing. A whisper so close to your ear that you swore something was right behind you.

“Run,” Phainon breathed.

Without hesitation, you both bolted into the next car, barely making it through before the door slammed shut behind you. You panted, pressing your back against the cold metal wall.

“Okay. So, options?” Phainon huffed.

“Uh… keep running and scream louder?”

“Solid plan, ten out of ten.”

The lights flickered in the new car, revealing long, claw-like marks on the seats, deep scratches in the walls. It smelled like rust, like something metallic and old.

“…We are not alone,” Phainon whispered, barely audible.

You turned, your stomach sinking.

At the far end of the car, there was something slumped over in a seat.

A passenger.

Or at least, it used to be.

It moved. Twitching. Its head jerked slightly, as though noticing you for the first time.

The flickering lights gave you only glimpses—empty eyes, skin too tight over its skull, a smile far too wide to be human.

Phainon whimpered. “Nope. Nope. NOPE.”

The thing stood up.

It took one slow step toward you, then another. The car groaned under its weight, the very air thickening with something wrong.

Your pulse hammered as you grabbed Phainon’s hand. “We are going to run now.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

You both bolted again, pushing through another door, then another. The train stretched impossibly long, the windows still showing nothing but void.

The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder.

Then—

The train intercom crackled again, but this time, the voice was different.

Clearer.

“Keep going. Don’t look back.”

Your breath hitched. The voice was unfamiliar, but something in it felt… human.

You and Phainon exchanged looks, silent understanding passing between you.

Whoever—or whatever—was speaking, you had no choice but to listen.

You kept running, even as the shadows twisted behind you. Even as the train seemed to stretch on forever. Even as your lungs burned.

Because the alternative was stopping.

And stopping meant death.

The train rumbled beneath your feet, shifting slightly. Your grip on Phainon tightened as you forced yourself to keep running. The air around you felt suffocating—thick, heavy, like something unseen was pressing down on your shoulders.

Then—

The lights cut out completely.

The train jerked forward.

And a hand landed on your shoulder.

You didn't think—you reacted.

With sheer, primal instinct, you whirled around and threw a punch behind you, aiming right where the hand had been. Your fist connected with something solid. A choked yelp echoed through the darkness, followed by a dramatic thud as something—or someone—hit the floor.

The lights flickered back on.

Phainon lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his stomach, his expression caught between pain and absolute betrayal.

"WHY," he gasped, "DO YOU HAVE THE REACTION TIME OF A SEASONED BOXER?!"

Your breath hitched as realization dawned. "Oh my god, Phainon!"

You immediately crouched down, gripping his shoulders. He looked up at you with watery, exaggeratedly hurt eyes. "You punched me."

"In my defense, I thought you were a demonic entity trying to consume my soul!"

Phainon whined dramatically, curling in on himself. "That doesn't make me feel better!"

You groaned. "Okay, okay, my bad. Are you—"

The intercom crackled again.

“Next stop… nowhere.”

Both of you froze.

Slowly, your heads turned in sync toward the front of the train.

The door at the end of the car—locked just moments ago—was now slightly ajar. Beyond it, the next car was bathed in dim, flickering red emergency lights. Shadows stretched unnaturally long, as if something other was lurking just beyond your sight.

Phainon gripped your wrist. “I don’t want to go in there.”

“Me neither.”

“Let’s go in there.”

You both inched forward, step by hesitant step, despite every single fiber of common sense screaming at you to turn the hell around and wait for rescue.

As you crossed into the next car, the air grew colder. A strange static filled your ears, like a radio barely tuned to a station. The seats here were in even worse condition—ripped fabric, deep claw marks, and something wet staining the floor.

Then, the worst part—

A single, withered passenger sat slumped in one of the seats.

At first, you thought it was a corpse.

But then—its head snapped toward you.

Phainon made a noise so high-pitched it could’ve shattered glass.

You grabbed his arm, yanking him forward as the figure lurched to its feet, joints cracking grotesquely. Its limbs moved stiffly, like a marionette being pulled by invisible strings.

And then it grinned.

Far too wide.

Far too wrong.

The lights flickered.

When they came back on, it was closer.

“RUN,” you screamed.

Phainon didn’t need to be told twice. You both sprinted, crashing through the next door, then the next. The train felt endless, an infinite loop of terror.

Then—

A different voice crackled through the intercom.

Familiar.

Warm.

Phainon’s voice.

“Hey there, gorgeous. You still with me?”

Your heart skipped. The voice was clear, not distorted. Not like the others. You turned to Phainon beside you.

His eyes widened. “I—I didn’t say that.”

The intercom chuckled.

Then, your own voice echoed through the speakers:

“You really think you can get out of here?.”

You froze.

Phainon froze.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the two of you turned to stare at the nearest speaker.

The train was playing back your voices.

And then, in a low, distorted version of Phainon’s voice—

“…Do you really think you can escape?”

The lights exploded.

Darkness swallowed everything.

And then—

The creature smiled at you

The withered creature took one slow step toward you, then another. The car groaned under its weight, the very air thickening with something wrong.

Your pulse hammered as you grabbed Phainon’s hand. “We are going to run now.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

You both bolted again, but this time, you started grabbing anything you could—loose metal poles, discarded newspapers, even an abandoned shoe—and hurled them behind you.

The creature let out a guttural growl as something smacked it in the face. "STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME AND LET ME FUCKING DEVOUR YOU!"

“NO THANK YOU!” Phainon shouted, chucking a seat cushion at it.

“TRY A DIFFERENT DIET!” you added, launching an entire fire extinguisher.

The thing hissed in frustration, dodging objects as you and Phainon kept running, making it increasingly difficult for it to catch up. You had no idea where the train would take you, but one thing was certain—you weren’t going down without a fight.

You were already scrambling toward the other end of the train, looking for anything else to weaponize. You picked up a discarded shoe and yeeted it at the spirit. "YEAH, TRY A DIFFERENT TRAIN, BITCH! THIS ONE’S OCCUPIED!"

The spirit flickered wildly, hands clawing at the air in frustration. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO HAUNT THIS TRAIN? I SPEND HOURS BUILDING UP ATMOSPHERE, AND YOU TWO ARE JUST THROWING CRAP AT ME LIKE I’M A STRAY CAT!"

Phainon was hunched over, gasping between laughs and adrenaline, while You simply wiped away tears of panic-laughter. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU HAUNTED WITH BETTER CUSTOMER SERVICE, WE’D CONSIDER GETTING DEVOURED!"

The spirit shrieked, full-body glitching, before taking a deep, dramatic breath. "Okay. You know what? Fine. I’ll give you a five-second head start. Then I’m chasing you, and when I catch you, you’re SCREWED."

Phainon grabbed Your wrist. "WE GOTTA GO."

The lights flickered violently as the spirit began counting down. "Five... four..."

"SCATTER!" You yelled, diving behind a row of seats as Phainon nearly tripped over his own feet, sprinting toward the opposite end of the car.

The spirit cackled. "TWO... ONE! READY OR NOT—"

And then, with a horrible jolt, the train LURCHED forward, throwing all three of them off balance. The spirit let out a confused, "WHAT THE FUC—?!" as it tumbled forward, smacking into the wall. You and Phainon crashed into opposite seats, groaning.

"Did… did the train just MOVE?" Phainon wheezed, gripping his stomach.

You were well terrified, still upside-down in a seat, nodded. "Oh yeah. We’re so screwed."

The spirit groaned from the floor, twitching. "You IDIOTS threw so much at me that I ACCIDENTALLY POSSESSED THE TRAIN INSTEAD."

A heavy silence fell over them.

"...Can we throw more stuff at you to reverse it?" You asked, deadpan.

The spirit let out a soul-piercing screech.

The train sped up.

The train screeched as it sped up, the lights flickering erratically. The air turned thick, suffocating, as if the train itself was breathing—alive and watching. The metal walls groaned, stretching unnaturally, and the floor beneath your feet shuddered as if something massive was crawling underneath.

Phainon swallowed hard, pressing himself against a seat. "This isn’t funny anymore."

Your fingers curled into fists, trying to steady your breathing. "It was never funny."

The spirit, now a swirling mass of darkness, twisted unnaturally in the center of the train car. Its form convulsed, faces stretching and melting within the shadows—expressions of agony, rage, hunger. "You… cannot escape," it whispered, voice layered with a chorus of the damned. "You are within me now."

The windows showed nothing but void—pitch black, a consuming abyss outside the speeding train. The outside world was gone. The train was no longer just a train; it was something else entirely. Something wrong.

Phainon turned to you, voice low and tense. "We need to do something before this thing turns us into whatever the hell those other faces are."

The overhead lights suddenly went out. The darkness swallowed you whole.

A sharp, wet sound echoed in the void—something dragging, something breathing too close.

Then a whisper, directly in your ear. "I see you."

You lunged forward on instinct, desperate to move, but something yanked your ankle—cold, bony fingers wrapping tight, pulling you into the dark. You gasped, thrashing. "Phainon—!"

A blinding spark of light suddenly erupted—Phainon, wielding a phone flashlight with shaking hands. The dim glow cut through the abyss, revealing the grotesque, stretching limbs of the spirit reaching for you. Its eyes—hundreds of them—glowed an eerie white as it recoiled from the light, hissing violently.

"Get off of them!" Phainon kicked at the skeletal fingers, and they retracted with an inhuman screech, leaving you gasping as you scrambled away.

The train screeched, the walls pulsating as if enraged. The windows cracked. The air turned ice cold.

And then the whisper came again.

"The lights won’t last forever."

Then… the flashlight flickered. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The dim glow of Phainon’s flashlight sputtered, barely keeping the darkness at bay. The spirit loomed, its skeletal fingers twitching, inches away from your leg as it hissed in frustration. You sucked in a breath, adrenaline surging through you.

And then, without thinking, you swung your foot forward—hard. Your boot connected with the bony fingers, sending a sharp crack through the air. The spirit recoiled, screeching in rage.

Phainon’s eyes widened. “You just—”

But you weren’t done.

In a last-ditch effort, you lurched forward and bit down—hard—on the spirit’s skeletal hand.

A horrible, distorted scream echoed through the train car.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BITE ME?!” the spirit shrieked, jerking back like it had been personally offended. It cradled its mangled fingers, wisps of darkness curling from the wound.

You spit to the side, gagging. “You taste like burnt dust and disappointment.”

Phainon wheezed, half laughing, half horrified. “Holy shit, are you insane?”

The spirit, still clutching its fingers, hissed furiously. "You—stupid—insignificant—mortals—!"

The train shuddered violently, sending both you and Phainon stumbling against the seats. The windows cracked further, hairline fractures stretching like spiderwebs. The overhead lights flickered madly, casting the spirit’s shifting form in unsettling bursts of clarity. It was writhing, its shadowy body stretching and convulsing as if struggling to keep its shape.

You wiped your mouth, glaring. “Listen, I don’t care what kind of cursed, horror-movie-ass entity you are, but I am NOT getting dragged into the void today.”

Phainon grabbed your wrist. “And we’re running again. Now.”

The moment he pulled you, the spirit let out an unholy screech and lunged. The doors at the far end of the train slammed shut, trapping you in. Its many glowing eyes fixed on you both, the rage palpable.

“NOWHERE TO RUN.”

And then—the last light flickered out, plunging everything into black.

For a moment, there was only silence.

And then—

The train jolted violently, sending both of you crashing into the seats. A deafening metallic groan tore through the air, and then… stillness.

The train had stopped moving.

You gasped, your heart hammering. "Did we just—?"

Phainon didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. "No way in hell we’re waiting to find out."

The air was eerily silent, no longer filled with the spirit’s screeches or the train’s unnatural groans. The flickering light from the emergency signs barely illuminated the space, but through the cracked windows, something new came into view—a platform.

A station.

You both turned to the doors, staring in disbelief. "We actually stopped somewhere," you muttered. "We can get out."

Phainon hesitated for only a second before grabbing the nearest object—a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall. He ripped it free with surprising force and, without a second thought, hurled it at the train door’s glass.

CRASH.

The glass shattered. The station outside was bathed in dim, flickering fluorescent lights. The eerie silence of an abandoned place stretched beyond the open doors.

"Go, go, go!" Phainon pushed you forward, practically shoving you through the broken door.

The moment your feet hit the platform, you took a sharp breath. It was cold. Too cold for an enclosed station. The air smelled stagnant, as if no one had stepped foot here for years.

Phainon landed beside you, panting. "Alright, we’re out. Now what?"

A sudden, slow creak echoed from the train behind you.

Both of you turned just in time to see the spirit still inside—its twisted, shadowy form shifting, barely held back by the threshold of the broken door. Its many eyes narrowed at you, seething with frustration.

"You cannot leave," it whispered.

And then—

The train doors SLAMMED shut.

The entire train shuddered once before its lights flickered off completely, its massive form now nothing but a black void on the tracks. Then, without warning, it started moving again—pulling itself into the darkness of the tunnel ahead, disappearing completely.

Silence.

The station remained still, untouched. It was as if the train had never been there at all.

You turned to Phainon, your breathing still unsteady. "Did that just—"

Phainon nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, it did."

Both of you stood there, staring at the empty tracks.

You glanced around, breath catching in your throat.

The advertisements. The tiled floor. The station name displayed on the screens—

This was your home station.

Phainon caught on at the same time. He stumbled to a stop beside you, panting. “Wait. This is—”

“The place where we got on the train,” you murmured in disbelief.

Your heads snapped back toward the tracks.

The train was still there.

And through the shattered doorway, the spirit stood frozen, watching you. Its hollow gaze burned with something unreadable—rage? Amusement? A curse unspoken?

Then—without a sound—the train doors sealed shut. The station lights flickered wildly. The overhead speakers crackled with distorted static.

And before your very eyes—

The train faded away.

Vanishing into nothing.

Silence fell over the station.

Neither of you moved.

You slowly turned to Phainon. “…I don’t even know how to process that.”

He sucked in a deep breath, hands on his knees. “Same. I’m gonna need, like, a week to recover from whatever the hell just happened.”

“…Let’s just go home.”

“Best idea you’ve ever had.”

And with that, you both stumbled toward the station exit, still shaking, still processing, but alive.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and Phainon walked through the quiet streets, the weight of everything that had just happened still pressing on your chests. The eerie train ride, the spirit, the frantic escape—every detail still lingered in your mind like a bad dream that hadn't fully faded yet. But the familiar sights of your neighborhood grounded you, reminding you that you were really back. That you were safe.

Phainon was unusually quiet beside you, shoving his hands into his pockets, his head tilted downward. He was still catching his breath, still processing.

Then, under the glow of a streetlamp, you finally got a good look at him.

His lip—

Bruised. Swollen. Slightly split.

And it hit you why.

You had punched him.

You had done that.

Your eyes widened. Without even thinking, you grabbed his face, cupping it in your hands.

Phainon blinked. “H-Hey—?”

You tilted his face side to side, inspecting the damage with a deep frown. His skin was slightly flushed from the adrenaline, his eyes wide with surprise at your sudden closeness.

“…Shit,” you muttered, thumb hovering near his chin. “I actually decked you, huh?”

Phainon let out a choked laugh, his voice slightly strained. “Y-Yeah. You’ve got a mean right hook.”

You winced, guilt creeping in. “Sorry, I thought you were, y’know, a ghost about to kill me.”

“Nah, understandable. But damn, you fight like you meant that punch.”

Your lips twitched, but you still frowned, tilting his face a bit more. His bottom lip looked painful, and you could already see the bruise forming.

“…You need ice,” you mumbled, still holding his face.

“I need therapy,” Phainon deadpanned.

That made you snort. “Yeah, that too.”

Phainon gave you a lopsided grin despite the pain, but there was something in his eyes—something flickering and soft.

Neither of you moved.

You were still cupping his face. Still close.

The weight of the night still lingered between you, the echoes of terror and chaos slowly settling into something else. Something quieter. Something warmer.

You felt your heartbeat pick up.

“…I should probably let you go,” you muttered.

Phainon’s lips parted slightly, eyes still locked onto yours.

“…Yeah,” he said softly.

Neither of you moved. And then— Phainon swallowed hard, his voice dropping.

"You know…" he started, eyes locked on yours, serious for once. "I genuinely thought we were going to die there."

Your breath hitched.

He let out a shaky exhale, a small, nervous laugh escaping him. Then, barely above a whisper—

"And I thought I was gonna die without telling you how much I liked you."

The words hit you like a train of their own.

Your fingers tightened on his face. Phainon barely had time to react before you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his bruised lip.

It was soft. Barely there. But the second you pulled away, his entire face exploded into a bright red, his eyes wide, lips parted in sheer disbelief. "You—" His voice cracked. "You just—what—"

Phainon let out a wrecked noise. Hands immediately flying to cover his burning face.

"Oh my god."

You laughed. Loud, relieved, warm.

But Phainon? He wasn't letting go.

The second the shock wore off, he clung to you—arms wrapped tight around you, face buried into your neck, refusing to let go.

"I'm never taking the train again," he mumbled, voice muffled. "I'm walking everywhere. I’ll ride a damn bike. I’m moving to the mountains. No trains there."

You huffed a laugh, but his grip only tightened.

"Also, you’re never leaving my side again," he continued, clutching you like a lifeline. "Nope. I’ve decided. We’re a package deal now."

You raised a brow. "Oh?"

He pulled back just enough to pout at you, still hugging you like a koala. "Yes. Do you know how scared I was? Do you? I thought you were gonna get eaten or—I was gonna get eaten—"

"You literally threw a fire extinguisher at it."

"And I’d do it again! For you!"

You bit back a grin. "Oh, so now you’re brave?"

"I was always brave," he huffed. "I just—function better when you’re around."

That was… a lot to admit.

You blinked, heart stuttering, but before you could say anything, Phainon suddenly pulled back just enough to look at you properly.

Then, determined, still puppy-clingy, he cupped your face this time.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Oh.

Your breath caught.

He looked at you like you were his only solid ground after everything—wide-eyed, a little desperate, entirely smitten.

And how could you say no to that?

"Yeah," you murmured, barely above a whisper. "You can."

The second the words left your lips, Phainon did not hesitate.

He kissed you.

Not just a quick, hesitant peck this time—a real kiss. Warm, lingering, a little shaky but full of everything he was trying to say.

Like holy shit, I thought I lost you.

Like holy shit, I don’t ever want to lose you.

His arms tightened around you again, as if making sure you were real, that this was real, that you hadn’t been swallowed whole by the dark after all.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Phainon let out a small, giddy laugh, still clinging.

"Okay," he said, "maybe almost dying wasn’t all bad."

You snorted. "Don’t get used to it."

He grinned, still holding you close. "Can’t help it. You’re kinda my favorite person now."

THE SILLIES AUBFRJNFEK!! REQUESTS ARE OPEEN AND LIKES, COMMETNS, REBLOGS ARE APPREICATED!! LOVE YOU ALL :DD

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gurggggleburgle · 1 month ago

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I think transmale sqh is very funny because you can write it one of three ways + 8 million layers nuance and nonsense

1) holy shit Amab body transmigration. Its not my preferred specs and I would have liked to be taller but hot dog I have weenis, no tits, and depending on circumstances and genetics maybe even grow half mustache before giving up entirely. Now if only the world I was put in wasn't so shit then maybe I could actually enjoy it for a change instead of screaming into the void and begging for people not to kill me. I'm socially male now in every capacity but I'm still having to cry pathetically just so I can be taken seriously and it's not fair man! Can't people just actually respect me, I thought I'd become less pathetic once I got on T not more

2) I transmigrated into my own shitty novel with a cast that I didn't even headcannon anyone as trans as and I still have to get on hormones. Do we even have testosterone? For fucks sake if I have to invent my own hrt because there isn't some bullshit artifacts laying around to fix this I'm gonna scream. Wdym I'm being OOC for not being bio male! System you're the one who put me in here and didn't even do it correctly!!! This isn't fair. I'm literally god and I have to pay to get my tits removed because right now they're as big as my king's!

3) hey system thanks for the amab body but I actually wanted to keep the downstairs plumbing. What am I supposed to do with this? I mean it's great just I kinda wanted an innie not an outy. Hmm I mean I guess I can try topping.

Secret 4th thing) cis male sqh transmigrates looks at himself in the mirror sees afab shit. Looks at system in confusion before asking, 'like are you trying to tell me something because if so it's a weird way to tell me' and then just proceeds to do hrt and it's just another one of the wtfisms he's learned ti live with

I lied here's the 5th) wakes up in ABO from a not ABO universe and sighs because mannnnn gender was hard enough where there were only like what 8 and half answers he was considering. Did you have to double it with all this other bs? Am I just trans masc or am trans alpha? Like what is this? I don't even remember this being an ABO in the OG draft?????

6) was actually afab writing this pretending to be a guy woke up as SQH in a dude bod and kinda just decided to roll with it and hasn't put the braincells together to realize there's a cracked egg on his plate. Cucumber bro asks him one day why he knows so much about girl shit and tampons because he had sister so it makes sense and Airplane just goes oh wait didn't I tell you? I was a girl before coming here and that sets Shen Qingqiu off because he's like you wrote misogynistic male fantasy drivel and you don't even have the excuse of never having spoken to a girl!!!!!!!!! And airplane is just like 'it's called market pandering and women also hate women too bro.'

Honestly the possibilities are endless and very funny because no matter what the gender euphoria/dysphoria/everything else is always outweighed by the deep burning hatred of paperwork

#svsss #svsss shitpost #scumbag system #scum villain #scum villain self saving system #sqh #shang qinghua

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idkmanwtfishumanityanymore · 10 months ago

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No I’m sorry Y’all I’m seriously still so fucking pissed off abt this episode, and I have to scream into the digital void about everything wrong with it and how downright mocking it felt or I’m gonna EXPLODE-

FIRST OFF, MY BIGGEST FUCKING ISSUE. Moon, near the end, says that “Bad people are bad people, no matter what dimension it is” or something similar.

HOW THE FUCK DOES SOLAR EXIST THEN, HM?

BECAUSE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, SOLAR STARTED AS “NICE ECLIPSE”, BUT WAIT.. HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE WHEN “BAD PEOPLE STAY BAD, NO MATTER THE DIMENSION”??? CAUSE I’M PRETTY FUCKING SURE ECLIPSE WAS BAD WHEN THAT HAPPENED, AND SOLAR WAS A GOOD VARIANT OF ECLIPSE.

YOUR LOGIC FALLS COMPLETELY, FUCKING, FLAT.

IF SOLAR, A GOOD ECLIPSE CAN EXIST, WHY IS IT SOOOOOO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE FOR A GOOD BLOODMOON TO EXIST? HM? ANSWER ME THAT, HYPOCRITE.

THE ONLY FUCKING REASON, THEY WERE EVEN CONSIDERED “GOOD”, WAS BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KILL. SOMETHING THEY ORIGINALLY, HAD TO FUCKING DO OR ELSE THEIR INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, WHICH WAS HARDWIRED INTO THEM, WOULD FORCE THEM TO GO AND KILL BECAUSE IT WAS PAINFUL TO IGNORE IT.

AND DON’T EVEN FUCKING GET ME STARTED ON HOW DISRESPECTFUL THIS FELT TO ANYONE WHO WAS (REASONABLY) PISSED OFF ABOUT HOW BLOODMOON’S CHARACTER WAS HANDLED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAD AN ATTACHMENT TO HIM???

THIS WAS THE DEFINITION OF “If I give you what you want, will you fuck off?”

THE WRITERS, (probably fucking Davis), JUST TOSSED SOMETHING BLOODMOON RELATED AT THE FANDOM, TO GET US TO STOP CRITICIZING HOW HORRIBLY THEY HANDLED BLOODMOON AS A CHARACTER.

THEY JUST CHUCKED IT AT US, AND BASICALLY SAID; “Fuck off already, look, they can NEVER be actually good, they’ll always be bad, now stop whining”.

WE LITERALLY SAW THAT THEY COULD BE ATLEAST DOCILE-ISH IN A WAY, BACK WHEN THEY VERY BRIEFLY LIVED WITH FOXY AND FC. FOXY THOUGHT OF A WAY TO KEEP THEIR BLOODLUST AT BAY, THEY HAD ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF THE BOUNCY CHICK, AND THEY ACTUALLY SEEMED KINDA OKAY WITH LIVING THERE.

BUT NOOOOOOOO, THE FUCKING WRITERS GAVE US A GLIMPSE OF WHAT A VAST MAJORITY OF THE FANDOM WANTED, AND IMMEDIATELY RIPPED IT AWAY LIKE 3 OR 2 DAYS LATER BY HAVING THEM BOTH ABRUPTLY GO AFTER FOXY, AND HARVEST GOT FUCKING KILLED.

THEY WERE FUCKING DEPENDENT ON EACHOTHER TO SURVIVE AND FUNCTION, THEY WERE LITERALLY EACHOTHER’S OTHER HALF. WE CAN CLEARLY SEE THIS WHEN BLOODMOON IS STRUGGLING WITH PLANNING AND CALCUTION, BECAUSE THE OTHER TWIN HANDLED IT. THE OTHER TWIN KNEW HOW TO PLAN, AND CALCULATE SHIT FOR THEIR PLANS, THE REMAINING TWIN WAS THE BRAWN, AND THE OTHER WAS THE BRAIN IN SIMPLE TERMS.

AND DOUBLE DON’T GET ME STARTED ON HOW BLOODMOON WAS LITERALLY HARASSED AFTER HIS BROTHER WAS KILLED???

MONTY AND PUPPET, BOTH, FORCED BLOODMOON TO SIT ON THEIR STUPID LITTLE FUCKING PODCAST, AND PROBED HIM WITH ENDLESS QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS BROTHER.

FOR FUCKS SAKE, MONTY’S FIRST WORDS AFTER THE TIMESKIP WERE “How’s it feel bein’ an only sibling?” OR SOMETHING INCREDIBLY SIMILAR, AND YES, I’LL GIVE PUPPET SOME CREDIT, SHE SEEMED A TINY BIT DISAPPOINTED WITH MONTY FOR OPENING WITH THAT, BUT LIKE 5 OR SO MINUTES LATER, SHE WAS PLAYING THE FUCKING DEATH OF BLOODMOON’S BROTHER, ON FUCKING LOOP, AND EXPECTED HIM TO WATCH.

AND THEN THEY HAVE THE GALL TO CALL THEIR COMMUNITY, ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS THEY CAN EVEN HAVE SUCCESS FROM THEIR CHANNELS, CRAZY, FOR THINKING THAT THEY WENT TOO FAR, AND HAVING EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SYMPATHY OR EMPATHY FOR BLOODMOON.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE INSANE FOR HAVING BASIC HUMAN REACTIONS TO SEEING SOMEONE LOSE A LOVED ONE.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE MENTALLY UNSTABLE FOR SYMPATHIZING WITH THE TWINS AND THEIR TRAUMA, WHICH MIGHT I ADD IS NEVER FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED??

IF ECLIPSE IS ABLE TO HAVE A REDEMPTION ARC, BECAUSE HE’S “NOT THE SAME PERSON”, AND “A CLONE”, WHY IS IT SO IMPOSSIBLE THAT THE TWINS, WHO ALSO WEREN’T THE SAME PEOPLE, AND WERE ALSO CLONES, TO BE EVEN SLIGHTLY REDEEMED??

I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF THEY WERE STILL KILLERS, IT WAS STILL HARDWIRED INTO THEM, IN BOTH ITERATIONS.

I’m not going to touch how predatory Ruin was with them back in October right now, or ever, because I’m honestly appalled that the writers WENT THERE with their script.

Every fucking argument made in this stupid fucking mockery of a video falls flat, and directly conflicts with past fully canon information, and I’m fucking pissed.

on a lighter note, more (JUSTIFIED) complaints about the loan-shark!twins;

OKAY WHY THE FUCK DID THEY SEPARATE THEM INTO “BLOOD” AND “MOON”, COULDN’T THEY HAVE ATLEAST TRIED TO CONNECT WITH THEIR COMMUNITY AND USE ONE OF THE MANY RENAMES WE’VE HAD? BLOODY AND HARVEST, SYTHE AND HATCHET, CRIMSON AND MAROON TO NAME A FEW, BUT “BLOOD” AND “MOON”??? GOD HOW FUCKING DISCONNECTED CAN THEY BE?? THERE’S ALSO ALREADY A MOON THAT EXISTS, SO HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK? HOW CONFUSING DOES IT GET WHEN THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM AND SOMEONE SAYS “MOON”, BUT ONLY MEANS ONE OF THEM???

And then the sheer fact that they were literally traumatized by the thought of drinking blood- like I’m sorry but that is NOT enough to traumatize anyone, unless they have like, a crippling phobia of blood. Hemophobia or something like that I think. And considering they say they “bleed people dry” (financially), I don’t think they have a fear of blood, or they wouldn’t use the saying-

So there ya have it, me, in the dark, at 10:33PM on a Friday night in July, on the 26th, writing a whole ass essay assignment because of how PISSED OFF one single episode made me.

I’m gonna go die now. (For legal reasons I mean go to bed /Gen)

#tsams bloodmoon #sun and moon show #sun and moon show spoilers #sun and moon show bloodmoon #rant #SAMS BloodMoon #bloodmoon twins #brite stfu #BloodMoon defender #proud BloodMoon supporter #TW// Implied S/A #in a way.#I’m talking about what happened with Ruin btw.

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aquaholicsanonymousworld · 3 months ago

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Hollow Rounds: A Punisher Fanfiction

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: She trusted Frank Castle. She believed him when he said he’d always be there. But when the bullets started flying, when the blood soaked through her clothes, when she screamed his name into the void—he wasn’t. Now, she’s standing in front of him, hands shaking, voice hoarse, gun pointed at the one man who was supposed to have her back. This was Billy Russo’s plan. Divide them. Break them. But betrayal cuts deeper than any bullet, and she can’t tell if the real wound is in her ribs or in her chest.

Gunfire rang out in rapid succession, bullets tearing through the night. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and blood mixing into something suffocating. The world was a blur—shouting, screaming, bodies dropping to the ground. She was running, her legs carrying her forward before her mind even had time to catch up.

She had screamed for him. Castle! Castle! Castle! Again and again. Nothing.

The betrayal stung worse than the cut on her side, worse than the bruises she already knew would form along her ribs. Her body ached from the recoil of the fight, muscles burning from exertion, but the pain was nothing compared to the hollow ache in her chest.

She stumbled into the elevator, the cold metal walls pressing against her as she tried to steady herself. Her breaths came sharp and ragged. The doors slid shut, and for a brief moment, she was alone—just her and the distant sound of chaos below.

Then the doors opened, and there he was. Frank Castle.

She lifted her gun before she could think better of it, hands shaking from something that wasn’t fear but fury.

“Where were you? I-” Her voice came out gravelly and hoarse, barely above a whisper.

She looked at Frank, betrayed. Somber. Covered head to toe in someone else's blood. The adrenaline and anger made her cry.

“Kid, look-” Frank took a step toward her.

“No! Tell me where the fuck you were!” she snapped, pointing her gun. What was left of her voice echoed in the elevator, the only other sound being the hum of the motor as it ascended. Her throat burned from screaming.

It all happened so fast. The shooting, the blood—her adrenaline had been running high until she reached the elevator, trying her hardest to piece together what was happening. This was all Russo’s plan.

“I needed you. I fucking needed you. You told me I just had to call and you’d be there. But you weren’t,” she said in disbelief. Even saying the words felt unreal.

“Listen to me. This is all part of Russo’s plan. This is what he wants. Do not turn on me now, kid. You hear me?” His voice was low, raspy.

He stepped closer to her, hands raised in surrender. She stared at him, searching for an answer she didn’t have. He breathed deeply as their foreheads came together, eyes closed.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” he murmured.

A heavy silence followed.

“It’s always someone else but me, isn’t it?” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of it.

Frank’s brows knit together, confusion flickering into something softer—something close to sadness. He lifted a hand, gently tilting her chin up to make her meet his gaze.

“Don’t start with that pity shit, kid,” he said, firm but not unkind. There was something raw in his tone, something that told her he hated the thought of her believing that. Hated that she could ever think of herself as anyone’s second choice.

She let out a bitter breath, ignoring his protest. “Elektra. Karen. Madani. It’s never me, Frank. I always get passed up for what’s new, what’s more important.” Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. It wasn’t just frustration—it was rage, quiet and consuming, boiling beneath her skin.

Frank exhaled sharply, his grip tightening just slightly. “That what you think?” he asked, his voice rough. “That you don’t matter? That I’d just leave you behind?”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because she wanted to believe him. But all she could feel was the ache in her chest, the gnawing fear that maybe this was just how it always ended.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #thepunisher #punisher x reader #punisher #daredevil fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #jon bernthal

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 2 months ago

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Ry’s Blurb of the Week!

Purpose: The purpose of these mini one-shots is to gauge audience reactions to different pairings and dynamics. By exploring various relationships in short, self-contained stories, I can assess which characters and connections resonate most with readers before developing them further in longer works. I can also get little ideas out of my mind. Also I can practice on my fluffs💙🩷

Note: Blurbs are exclusive to my tumblr as my long form fics are exclusive to my Ao3 account. 💜

Roman/Rhea - Jump..

The wind howled past Rhea’s ears, tugging at her hair, her clothes, her breath. She stood at the edge of the cliff, staring down at the abyss below. The canyon stretched out like an open mouth, waiting to swallow her whole. The drop was steep, the kind that made your stomach flip just looking at it.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt something close to fear.

Not the kind of fear she felt in a match, that exhilarating, controlled chaos. Not the fear of losing, of failing, of coming up short under the lights.

No, this was something primal.

Something real.

“You’re outta your damn mind,” she muttered, keeping her feet firmly planted on solid ground, her pulse hammering in her throat.

Behind her, Roman chuckled. That deep, effortless sound that pissed her off because it meant he wasn’t worried. Not even a little bit.

“Nah,” he said, stepping up beside her. “I’m just tryna remind you who the hell you are.”

Rhea clenched her jaw.

She knew who she was. Or at least, she had.

But ever since losing her title, something inside her had cracked. She was trying to play it cool, to act like it didn’t kill her to watch Iyo hoist that belt up while she stood empty-handed. She told herself she was fine. That it was just another bump in the road.

But deep down, she felt like she was being choked out.

Roman saw it.

He always saw it.

So when he told her he had something planned to “wake her up,” she hadn’t expected this. Base jumping off a goddamn cliff.

Her fingers curled into fists as she stared at the void below. “This is supposed to fix my confidence?”

Roman smirked, standing close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Nah. But it’ll remind you that you don’t need a belt to be her.”

Her nostrils flared, irritation bubbling under her skin. He made it sound so easy. Like her entire identity wasn’t wrapped up in being the best.

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “This is insane.”

Roman moved behind her, his fingers brushing against her waist as he adjusted her harness, securing the straps with deliberate precision. He was too close, the presence of him solid and calm, and despite her best efforts, it made her stomach twist in ways that had nothing to do with the jump.

His voice was low when he spoke, right at her ear. “You trust me?”

A loaded question.

Rhea swallowed, her throat tight. Trust? That was dangerous. That was something she didn’t give away lightly.

But when she looked at him, at the steady calm in his dark eyes, the answer was already there.

Yeah.

She did.

She trusted him more than she had trusted anyone in a long, long time.

Roman must’ve seen it written on her face, because he smirked, nodding toward the ledge. “So what’s it gonna be?”

Rhea looked down again, at the dizzying drop, at the nothingness below.

The wind whipped around her, sharp and biting.

This was a choice.

She could turn back. Walk away. Stay in this rut, let the doubt creep in, let it consume her.

Or she could take the leap.

Her pulse roared in her ears.

She turned to Roman, her breath uneven, her adrenaline surging. Then, before she could overthink it, she grabbed the straps of his harness and yanked him close.

“If I’m doing this,” she whispered, her lips almost grazing his, “you’re coming with me.”

His eyes were filled with something dark, something unreadable.

Then, to her surprise, he grinned.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

And then she jumped—dragging him down with her.

The air ripped past them, the wind like a scream in her ears. For a split second, she wasn’t sure if she was falling or flying. Her stomach twisted, her breath caught in her chest, and a rush of pure adrenaline slammed into her harder than anything she had felt in the ring.

Roman was laughing.

The deep, rumbling sound sent a pulse through her veins, grounding her in the freefall. She turned her head slightly, watching the way his face lit up in pure exhilaration, the way he looked at her like he knew—

This was exactly what she needed.

Her heart was hammering, her veins buzzing, her entire body alive in a way it hadn’t been in weeks.

For the first time since losing her title, she felt free.

Then, with a quick, practiced motion, Roman deployed his parachute, the force jerking them upward. She followed a split second later, her body jolting as the wind caught her. They glided down together, the canyon stretching out beneath them, the river sparkling under the early morning light.

Roman turned to look at her, that damn smirk still on his lips. “Told you.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Actually smiling.

Her pulse was still racing, but this time, it wasn’t from frustration. It wasn’t from anger, or self-doubt, or the crushing weight of expectation.

It was exhilaration.

Maybe losing her title wasn’t the end of her.

Maybe, just maybe—this was the start of something even bigger.

Damn Samoans and their crazy acts of gaining one’s confidence…

#wwe #fanfic #fanfiction #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #rhea ripley #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea x Roman #roman x rhea #rhea and roman #roman reigns #rysblurb

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technically-a-kiwi · 23 days ago

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Looking for the warmth near a fire place (🌌Cosmic AU🌌) | Part 1

Author note : The constellations don't have names at this point of the story, they'll be referred as the eyeless constellation for Cancer, the snobby constellation for Libra, the big nosed constellation for Cassiopea, the bicephal constellation for Gemini and the frowning constellation for Orion

In a realm above our grasp, above our sight...

A tiny groupe of constellation-like beings walk causciously in the darkness...

For how long have they been walking ? Nobody knows, but one thing's for sure, their journey is taking a serious tool on them, as the stars connecting their body are dangerously low in count...

Sudenly, the big nosed constellation speaks :

"Could... could we pleeeaaase take a break ?" they breath out, exausted by the walk and on the verge of collapse

"No." answers the frowning constellation, in the lead, bow in hand and determined to move foward

"But we've been walking for so long now" continues the snobby constellation "Can't we take... just a little time ? My feet hurt so much..."

"No, we're not stopping !" blurts out the frowning one, "If we stop, it won't give light back to our stars ! It'll only be a matter of time before-"

Suddenly... a falling sound...

Everyone looks back...

a sibbling is down... the eyeless one exhausted so much of the little energy stored in their stars they collapse onto the ground...

lying down, practicaly passed out...

The constellations are horrified

"No !!! " screams the frowning one, rushing to their fallen sibbling, dropping their bow in the process

"Are you okay ? C-can you still move ?" blurts out the big nosed one

"They barrely have any light left... I don't think they're gonna make it..." mumbles saddly the snobby one

"We're all doomed" "DOOMED !!!" cries the bicephal one

Despite their weakened state, the eyeless one gathers enough energy to stuggle a little, to let their siblings know they're still conscious

The frowning one takes action, trying their best with the little energy they have left to carry their fallen sibling

"Come on !" they yell "Help me carry them ! We're not leaving anyone behind okay ?!"

And with a little courage, the constellations gather and lift their eyeless sibling, rising up to their heads, and continue their journey through the endless void...

Time goes by... and the constellations' light grows dimer...

and their movements becomes weaker...

Until...

No one could walk anymore...

All the tiny constellations were almost passed out on the ground...

Perfect moment to act

During their trip, moving in the darkness, an entity, with countless tentacles forming and unforming, thirsty for strength, was following the little constellations...

Waiting patiently for their fall, for it was too slow to catch them when they're normaly walking...

It squirms closer, seaking the primordial fire that keeps the constellations alive

The entity slowly ingolves them into it's being...

Despite doing their best a struggling away, the constellations simply had no energy left,

they couldn't run away, or defend themselves with the frowning one's bow

It looked like the constellations

were completely

doomed...

*BANG*

Suddenly, the entity is attacked and paralized... but not injured...

"Ah, you eldritch entities and your barely distinguishable bodies..."

Suddenly, the entity is lifted up by a bright, even more imposing being.

"I guess I'll have-a to take you as you are..."

The entity is ingolfed by a burning blaze... knockin it out completly

The bright being clims a mysterious contraption, taking the entity away, far, far away...

*GASP*

Sudenly, the frowning constellation wakes up with a start, their light seemingly all restored...

They've landed in a new... odd dimension...

"Hello ? " says timidly the frowning one

"Hi sleepy head !"

The frowning one turns around to find their big nosed sibbling in a very cheerful demeanor

in fact, everyone seemed happy, all were full of light and energy again, what a miracle !

"What.. what happened ?!" the frowning one asks, immediately summoning their bow " Where's the monster ?!"

"Hihi, oh calm down ! The monster isn't there anymore" answers the big nosed one,

And they were right, the entity completely vanished, there were only the constellations...

"Where is it then ? He didn't just leave, did it ?" asks the frowning one, still a little on edge...

"I don't know, I didn't see it leave when I woke up... maybe it just gave up ?" answers back the big nosed one

"Never be too sure !" says the frowning one, cautiously patrolling the area...

Meanwhile,

The rest of the constellations where exploring this new, mysterious dimension...

This place was so otherworldly to them... first of, the groud was actualy fathomable ! And opaque too !

It was a bright vivid red, almost as reflective as a mirror...

The dimesion was decorated with strange metalic structures... with some looking like circles, and others like sharp triangles...

But the most impressive thing was a huge, rock structure, "a box of fire" lighting the room, coming from under the ground

"What a strange world ! " they thought...

Sudenly, the snobby one spots a strange pale goop lying on the ground, everywhere on the vivid red ground were little bits of this matter...

"Hey everyone ! I think I found the jackpot !" they yell, waving them to come closer

Everyone gathers around the matter

"Perfect !" says the bicephal one, "This matter is full of energy, do you sense it ?"

"Let's absorb it ! We need all the enrgy we can get for our traveling!" says the frowning one, letting out a spark of excitement and letting down their bow

The constellations absorbs and feed off of the pure energy matter, it didn't taste bad, but it didn't taste good either...

All were enjoying the feast... exept for one...

the eyeless constellation looked... pretty hesitant, this place was so unfamiliar... taking anything from it didn't sound very wise...

The strange world they were in reminded them of a story their major told once...

In a bright room, with instruments of torture held on the walls,

a bright fire illuminates the horizon...

Beware the...

oh no...

OH NO !!!

The eyeless trembles in panic, shacking and trying their best to communicate with their siblings, they were in grave danger !!

"What's wrong ? Don't you want to fuel up with this energy ?" asks the snobby one, "You especially need energy with how little stars you have..."

The eyeless one still tries their best, trying to pull their frowning siblings away from the matter

"Hey ! What's with you ? No one's here ! I patrolled and didn't see a thing" says the frowning one "Come on, just take this energy, the faster we finish it, the earlier we'll continue our journey! "

The eyeless constellation doesn't calm down, they can't calm down ! They know if they stay here for too long, something awful will happen

They try to push their sibblings away, but it didn't work...

"Hey stop! Just because you don't want to fuel up doesn't mean you have to be rude about it" They yell, very angry

Nothing seems to work, he eyeless constellation only managed to make their siblings yell at them, which maked them even more panicked, and their sibblings got only even more upset

Their altercation and tantrum was very loud...

suddenly, everyone stops...

A louder, echoing sound alerts the little constellations

...

Footsteps...

The siblings' heart start to pound, something bad is iminent...

All hesitantly slowly turn back...

SWIPE

The constellations are violently grabbed by a massive, bright hand...

All scream in terror in unison,

crying for their life at the sight of the being holding them in it's palm...

The Chef was here now

And he most certainly...

Didn't look happy at all...

TO BE CONTINUED ====>

#pizza tower #cosmic au #peppino spaghetti #toppings pizza tower #story telling

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leviackermanstoes · 9 months ago

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Let death be kinder than any x-men

Logan howlett x reader

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ERRRRM I WOULD SAY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS BUT WERE IN DAYS OF FUTURE PAST🦅😃

Warnings: I still don't know 😭 the reader makes a massive mistake. Idek if this is how xaviers powers work but wtv. Major Canon divergence. 🎶 represents when Charles is talking to reader in their head.

I know that sometimes I ask for too much sometimes. And I think today I did. It really does depend on how you define mistakes.

I knew Charles would help me. How did I know that the 21 year old version of my old professor 60 years in the future would help me? Because I just knew Charles Xavier like that.

"You want me to what?" He scratched his jaw.

"I want you to get inside logan's head and tell me what he's thinking of," I gulped and leant against the wall.

I could only tell that this would have consequences beyond my understanding. Beyond perhaps what anyone could really understand.

"I can try. I would ask why you need this, but I already know," he grinned with his lips high to his nose.

I scoffed a laugh and looked out into the city through the trees. Dark lights and fireflies. Night-time and fireworks. Onyx that encased sparks of all colours.

"So you'll help me?"

"Of course I will. What else do have to do in this damn world?"

🧠

There was this one time at the mansion when I punched Scott summers in the mouth for telling Logan he was a coward. I let him drip blood on the floor and make noises of pain as he held his painful jaw that would be bruised and red by tomorrow.

"Don't you ever fucking say that shit again"

It was a warm night, though still cool enough for a bonfire. Even though we were supposed to be in the middle of a fight with the sister of the man, I was sitting beside and saving the other mutants, we had collectively agreed, Wade and I, that a night to sit here wouldn't hurt. And convincing Logan was not easy, but he pulled through with an offer of whiskey.

After a while, Wade passed out, and Charles was minding his own business on the grass, when we asked what he was up to he replied 'I'm on the phone' but he had no phone in sight, and it took Logan a few seconds to realise.

I didn't know what to say to Logan. I didn't feel like saying anything or if anything would even work. He probably doesn't want to say anything either. After our altercation in the void, I didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore. I wanted to ask about it, but I was afraid his answer would be exactly as I thought.

"I didn't mean it" he said suddenly "what I said in the void, I didn't mean it"

It had genuinely shook me that he was first to bring it up.

"Oh," I said. "I was gonna ask you what happened, but I wasn't sure if anytime was going to be right"

Logan chuckled. For an unknown reason, he just did and sipped his drink. "Anytime after I die is perfect for these kinds of things"

I tried to smile and act like I was cool but in reality I was dying inside. I was screaming kicking and crying and throwing up and tearing adamantium bars off jail cells.

"I don't know what came over me," he admitted. "The truth is in my universe my wife was experimented on by scientists. Fuckin mad men"

I couldn't tell in the light, mostly because I wasn't looking at him but I could hear it. He started to tear up. I could hear the tightness in his throat, the strain on his voice.

"And-" He stuttered.

"And do you know what the worst part is?"

I don't.

I should. I feel like I should. But I shouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't want to know. Or did I?

🎶 "You do"

"What's the worst part Logan?"

"They did it right in front of me. Right in fuckin front of me!" He lurched forward and slashed one of the trees, causing it to fall in threes.

He panted. Growled. Boiled with rage that set the ground alight in metaphorical fire. Raging flames, like wildfire. Upset and grief that acted fuel.

"It's not your fault, logan" I said softly

"BUT IT IS!" He yelled back at me.

He put his claws away and sighed, looking away for a moment to catch his breath "I'm sorry"

"It's alright" I replied

Logan rubbed his face "Let's call it a truce. I swear I won't try to turn you into shredded meat again" he held out his hand.

"Sure. No shredded meat" I put my hand in his, shaking it.

They were fucking hairy and calloused. And heavy. Maybe the world's manliest hands. And veiniest. Fuck what am I doing?

"No shredded meat" he repeated

And we both laughed

#deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #xmen #xmen x reader #wolverine x reader #marvel #hugh jackman

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jonquilyst · 2 years ago

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Day 0 - Introduction and Team Sorting

🎵 Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doin' fine. You guys are on my mind... 🎵

WELCOME TO TOTAL DRAMA SIMS! The hottest new reality TV show on Simblr. I'm your host jonquilyst, and starting today 14 teenagers will gather to put their wits, guts, and strength to the test to see who can survive and persevere the longest. Buckle up, 'cause it's gonna be totally, absolutely insane!

Allow me to also welcome you to Camp Simsanakwa! Located somewhere along the coast of Brindleton Bay, this crappy summer camp will be our 14 contestants' new home! Here’s a little tour:

🎵 You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see... 🎵

🎵 I wanna live close to the sun. Pack your bags 'cause I've already won... 🎵

We've got the basic necessities here: 2 cabins (one for each team) with 2 rooms each, a mess hall for everyone's lounging and culinary needs, and of course bathrooms for everyone to do their business!

But the most exciting part is the campfire, where everyone will face the judgement of their fellow contestants, and the Dock of Shame, where losers will say goodbye to Total Drama Sims!

Now, our 14 contestants have arrived. Allow me to formally introduce our two teams: THE SCREAMING LLAMAS AND THE KILLER COWPLANTS!

🎵 Everything to prove nothing's in my way. I'll get there one day! 🎵

(from left to right; top to bottom)

ASTER ERNST (he/him) by @mayzie-grobe - An aspiring medium who believes in everything metaphysical, like ghosts and astrology

CAMDEN REESE (he/him) by @simsinfinitylt - Your neighborhood party boy; colorful and energetic

ELLI PROUDMOORE (they/them) by @void-critters - Your typical rebel who thrives on defiance and mischief

LILIUM POND (she/her) by @seyvia - An outdoorsy girl who's hopelessly obsessed with frogs

POPPY SPARKS (she/her) by @micrathene-w - A creative who wants to become an admired icon

REAGAN FELIX (she/her) by @prismaticpotentia - A pressured rich girl who wants to make her parents proud

TERRANCE VELLARD (he/him) by @aniraklova - A mischievous goofball who loves a good prank

(from left to right; top to bottom)

ALEXIS YOUNGBLOOD (she/her) by @thebramblewood - An impulsive daredevil who's confident she'll win

ANIKA PATEL (she/her) by @comfyinn - An easily-jealous girl who was tricked into the competition by her father

AUBREY DE PEYSTER (she/her) by @chaoticpixls - An environment-conscious bookworm who wants to carve her own path

CASSIE FULLER (she/her) by @softle0 - A famous streamer with a knack of flirting with anyone she sees

DAHLIA GROVE (she/her) by @ashubii - An obedient studious girl who accidentally became a contestant by boarding the wrong bus

KENZIE RITCHIE (she/her) by @wastelandwhisperer - An obnoxiously colorful girl who loves all things kawaii

LOGAN WEST-HARPER (he/him) by @akitasimblr - A reserved though kind boy who was entered into the competition by his brother

🎵 I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous! 🎵

#Total Drama Sims #Aster Ernst by mayzie-grobe #Camden Reese by simsinfinitylt #Elli Proudmoore by void-critters #Lilium Pond by seyvia #Poppy Sparks by micrathene-w #Reagan Felix by prismaticpotentia #Terrance Vellard by aniraklova #Alexis Youngblood by thebramblewood #Anika Patel by comfyinn #Aubrey De Peyster by chaoticpixls #Cassie Fuller by softle0 #Dahlia Grove by ashubii #Kenzie Ritchie by wastelandwhisperer #Logan West-Harper by akitasimblr

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deerdoegone · 10 days ago

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… hi, hello, hi! my name is aaliyah, and this is where i scream into the void and cry about constantly needing to escape my current reality, you know, all the good and fun stuff you'd expect out of a midwest butter fair princess with borderline and autism. i am nineteen years old, black-american, and use she/they pronouns. took a ton of online quizzes and got left with the words, "melancholic passive," so i organized it and put next to "isfj-t," which was already next to "sagittarius sun, gemini moon, and sagittarius rising," which was also next to my collection of all things pink, my favorite color despite this noir theme. i think things are prettier in black and white. i am basically what happens if a teenage girl is left with the knowledge of everything in the world and the answer to every question, but was denied a lithium prescription and was also a mom betting all her child support on red.

… to be honest, there's nothing much to me. i shoplifted a lot when i was younger. kinda still have an itch for it? always having a meltdown but somehow relaxed. recently started twin peaks. started the sopranos and the pitt, too. i'm a december girl and think i have the prettiest looking date of birth. i stole a spoon from a local diner. i have had a crush on a girl named kiki since 2018. big cinephile but i will blank on any movies i have ever watched or related to if you ask. i like to say i'm written by ethel cain and nicole dollanger, though i think i fall more into tomoko kawase and sofia coppola territory because i manage to be as sweet and kind as i can while finding myself covered in soft palettes and adoration, yet still have a passive suicidal tendency i can't shake, kind of like heathers with the closet of mean girls ‘04. i think everything needs to be treated with gentle, cold fingers, even when i'm arguing with someone's eight-year-old on dress to impress. trend setter by the way, not to brag.

† seven, perversion.

.ᐣ.ᐟ . . . things i like are oat and almond milk. neat spaces. rainy weather. swings. online shopping. reading. silver grills. unreleased demos. silk. lace. 00s fashion. deer. four-syllable words. smelling like strawberry pound cake or vanilla brown sugar spice. heels. music boxes. all genres of music. loud keyboards. rectangular glasses. 2000s. the dizziness when you shift. acrylic nails. cheese curds. onion rings. creaky doors and floors. hard mattresses. hoop earrings. jellyfish. kittens and bunnies. goldfish. red sauce pastas. blonde vanilla lattes with vanilla cold foam. wired earbuds. silver. catholic chic. thatorchia. 3d stickers. the number four and fourteen. music boxes. writing. porcelain bowls. chobani flip yogurts. delaware. sprite floats. journaling. collecting. pinterest, despite her constant flaws. blackout curtains. the harp. video essays. small spoons. men who constantly look sad and neglected. tennis. pilates. baking and cooking. sewing and crocheting. dancing. puzzles of all kinds, like jigsaw, sudoku, and crosswords.

.ᐣ.ᐟ . . . do not interact if you are the gross kind of weird. i don't really think this needs to be stated, but don't be racist, xenophobic, homophobic, transphobic, anything that makes you ugly in the soul and brain. i don't want zionists, two-state supporters, or israelis on my page. i saw a subliminal maker who's padlet password was the fucking year of the nakba. stay away from me. i also am not gonna interact with anyone under sixteen just because i’m nineteen and i wouldn’t feel comfortably with it.

any typos or mistakes in this are a part of the spirit. i locked correct grammar in my ribcage despite paying for an illegally cracked grammarly from a shady discord user.

#aaliyah's introduction.#go listen to whuteva by remy ma

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siriuslysatorusimping · 2 years ago

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Above Or Below? (Another Level Extra)

Okay, so, it's not a lot of the beatdown, but it's what I got for you guys lol

It's below the cut!

You can read Another Level on AO3 💕

2018

He felt his smirk grow to a sneer as he practically slammed the door open, meeting Naobito’s wary gaze.

“Heard you were waiting for me to pay you a little visit,” he said simply, raising his eyebrows when the man stayed silent. “Something you might wanna talk to me about? No?”

Naobito’s eyes narrowed at him as he shrugged his shoulders.

“You gonna tell me what the fuck you did to her? Or am I gonna need to start-”

“I saved her fucking life,” Naobito snapped. “She was the one stupid enough to come barging in, screaming at anyone she could find. And I tried to get her to a goddamn doctor, but she left before-”

“Doctor wouldn’t have fucking helped her and you know it,” Gojo cut him off. “She would have died if she’d stayed for your doctor, and that was why you were fucking panicking.”

Stepping closer, he felt his sneer grow.

“Who started the fight?”

Naobito clenched his jaw before he shrugged.

“I wasn’t here, so I don’t-”

He pulled his shades off as he glared at the old man, watching fear flash in his eyes for a moment.

“Don’t bullshit me, old shit,” Gojo ordered, watching Naobito tense further. “You talk to each other. And ya had to for this shit, yeah? To get your goddamn stories straight for when I showed up. But you’re gonna tell me the fucking truth and then you’re gonna tell me where the fuck Jinichi is.”

When Naobito didn’t answer, he narrowed his eyes.

“Who started the goddamn fight?”

“Jinichi started the fight,” Naobito admitted. “Hit her on her way out.”

Gojo grinned as he placed his shades back onto his face.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked, his grin widening until he was baring his teeth. “Now, where is he?”

“I won’t have you killing a member of the Zenin clan over that-”

“Call her a mistake, old man,” Gojo said quietly, letting his shades slip back down. “Or a half-breed. Go on, you piece of shit.”

Part of him wanted the old man to do it. To give Gojo the excuse to kill him for being part of why she fucking saw herself that way. Called herself a goddamn half-breed when that shit never even fucking mattered.

When Naobito clenched his jaw again, Gojo sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he gave him a bored look.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he reasoned, stuffing his left hand into his pocket. “Unfortunately for me, I can’t beat him as bad as he beat her. Ya know why, old man?”

Naobito stayed silent and Gojo pushed his shades up as he gave him a cold grin.

“Because Jinichi would die before we got even halfway to how bad he beat Kurisaki. On top of that, I promised her I’d beat him within an inch of his life if she gave me the okay.”

Naobito’s eyes narrowed at the last statement, and Gojo smirked, shrugging carelessly.

“Which means I gotta avoid that margin, too,” he continued. “But I’m sure you know all about these little specifics, huh? So here’s our deal: You tell me where Jinichi is, and I’ll let you decide if we go above or below that. Two inches from death or half an inch. Your choice.”

“He’s with the rest of the Hei,” Naobito relented, his eyes narrowing when Gojo’s grin widened into a sadistic one. “They won’t stand by while you-”

“They will,” Gojo cut him off, clapping his hands together once. “You’ll tell them to. Because if they don’t, our little deal is void. And I won’t give anyone else the same courtesy he gets this time.”

Leaning closer, he let his shades slip again as he stared into Noabito’s eyes.

“Now, you didn’t say which: above or below?”

Gojo pulled the piece of paper from his pocket and held it up after he unfolded it.

“Had Shoko make a chart just in case you need visuals,” he said gleefully, watching Jinichi roll his eyes. “List of all Kurisaki’s injuries. Had ‘em listed in order of how severe they were. Y’see this line here? That is the line where shit starts becoming fatal. Now, you see all of this?”

He pointed to the graphic slowly and grinned when he saw the fear flicker through Jinichi’s eyes.

It had made Gojo feel sick when Shoko first handed it over.

Cracked skull, ripped lungs, broken sternum, four broken ribs, three cracked vertebrae, broken cheek bone, bruised larynx, broken left hand, misc. internal bleeding, ruptured spleen, broken nose…

Oh, this piece of shit had done a number on Rinko, alright.

Gojo was even more surprised she was still alive after seeing the full list.

He’d make her cum for each injury after the fatal line once he was done here.

If she didn’t pass out first, he thought as he looked at the list. Might be too many for one sitting. She usually started crying around four-

“According to science, she should have died here.” Gojo pointed to the little mark. “So, here’s what we’re gonna do- hang on, lemme just-”

He retrieved the measuring strip from his pocket, causing Jinichi to roll his eyes again. Holding it up to the chart, Gojo located the injury listed exactly two inches from the fatal mark.

“That is where I’ll stop.”

Stuffing the paper and measuring strip back into his pockets, he pressed his hands together happily.

“Two inches from death. Just as agreed.”

Warping behind Jinichi, Gojo rammed his fist into the back of his head, throwing him out of the room and into the courtyard.

“Heard that was the first hit, hm?” he called, holding his hand up beside to mouth to make sure he was heard. “Back of her head? Weren’t even brave enough to face her in a fair fight?”

Warping again, he raised his leg and kicked Jinichi in the back. Squinting slightly, he made sure he aimed correctly. Shoko had said the fifth vertebrae.

“Don’t worry,” he stated calmly, grabbing Jinichi by the throat and slamming him back into the ground. “I didn’t put enough behind that kick to snap your spine quite as bad as you did hers. Shouldn’t paralyze you, yeah?”

Sadly.

“Now, while I don’t have seven fists,” Gojo mused, grinning as he went over the list in his head. “I think I can move fast enough to simulate that damage.”

#gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #another level #another level extras #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jinichi gets his shit rocked #we hate the zenin clan #gojo fanfic

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