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saltpepperbeard · 9 months ago
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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS
I was tagged by @adickaboutspoons, @xoxoemynn, @bizarrelittlemew, @darkinerry, @sleepystede, @gentlebeardsbarngrill, @ofmd-ann, and @kiwistede! Thank you for the tags, beloveds. We're holding hands rn 💖
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: I think my parents got the idea from a local newscaster? If I recall correctly??? But I wouldn't say I was named after them; more like ✨inspired by✨ sdhjksfhsk
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: I've teared up a few times this week because Uterus (derogatory) hsdjklsd girls (gn) who get it Get It, but the last time I fully cried was a few weeks ago.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: NAUR. Just a bunch of Plant Sons™
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: I played soccer when I was really little, did a little bit of Taekwondo in elementary school, and competitively swam in middle school and high school!
DO YOU USE SARCASM?: Absolutely not :/
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: I feel like I notice ✨vibes✨ above all else. I notice if someone has a more welcoming/friendly personality, or if they're a little more closed off/harder to read.
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Blue 🔵👄🔵
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Happy Endings! Anxiety dictates that my brain will turn my clothes and furniture into humanoid shapes in the dark shdjksds, PLUS IT'S ALREADY HARD OUT HERE; NEED ALL THE HAPPY ENDINGS WE CAN GET 😭
ANY TALENTS?: Writing has been a particular strong suit of mine from an early age, but I also have knacks for a lot of creative things, like digital audio, photography, video editing, etc etc!
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: USA (DEROGATORY)
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: Going for walks/being out in nature, writing whenever I have the sPOONS FOR IT, gif-making, playing video games.
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Just my plants ✌️😔
HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'7"
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Art, but I really loved Science (except for chemistry) and English, too!
DREAM JOB?: ✨I simply do not dream of labor✨, lest I could somehow get paid for my hyperfixations or for Vibing HSDJKLS
I am quite late to the party with this one, so if you're seeing this and would like to participate, tag, you're it! 💖💖💖
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mroddmod · 28 days ago
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they are like puppies. 2 me
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lilacxquartz · 9 days ago
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist • ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.
“Close, close, close,” he repeated.
It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.
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lotus-pear · 4 months ago
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learning to love
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captain-lovelace · 3 months ago
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I’m the guy playing the mobile games in all those ads. My life can be condensed to 30 second segments of failing to match 3 to save the king, running into a x3 multiplier instead of a x30 multiplier, carving a log into a lopsided rectangle rather than a wineglass. My last raise was two cents and it was because I gave the mobile game ad people the idea to give you a little interactive portion after the ad now, so you can show yourself how much better than me you are. How much smarter. Faster. More dexterous. Your fingers are so nimble on the screen, after all... I wonder what else those fingers can do? And yes, I am secretly waiting for the day someone plays every one of those interactive sections so badly that the mobile game people have them take my place in the phone forever, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't miss it. Ok you can press x to exit now
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datcravat · 25 days ago
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DMG
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hinamie · 11 days ago
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been in a yuuji mood
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sinsydia · 8 months ago
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ITS OUT UPDATE 1.6
TIME TO ROMANCE THE EMO MOTORCYCLE BF ONCE MORE
*chugs mayo violently*
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wikipediapictures · 3 months ago
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Cat carrying kitten
"Tortoiseshell cat carrying her kitten up a flight of stairs. She grips the kitten's scruff in her teeth." - via Wikimedia Commons
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aterfish · 10 months ago
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Good thing it was a short spin
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noodles-and-tea · 1 month ago
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You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.
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Ohh thank you :(((((
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wanologic · 8 days ago
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THERE IS NO ESCAPE
Im so happy to complete my first big fandom event! I was paired with @lavendarlily for this years implosion! Go read her fic My Own Person! It was such a pleasure to work on this : )))) thanks for such a great event!!
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soosoosoup · 2 months ago
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Oh Funk Branch Au by @bbc-trolls, I never stopped loving you
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deathricedrawn · 4 months ago
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i'm ready to try
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lotus-pear · 5 months ago
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horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3
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umblrspectrum · 3 months ago
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"smaller mass" you say
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