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#Dinner in America#Dinner in America 2020#Kyle Gallner#Emily Skeggs#this is sketchy asf#watched this movie 3 times already 🙂↕️#the TikTok psyop won#patty x simon
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RUNS IN WITH MY SKETCHY ASS NEEDLES DESIGN HE WEARS FUZZY CLOTHES TO HIDE THE NEEDLES PERTRUDING FROM HIS BODY
#my art#the magnus protocol#needles tw#needles tmagp#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol spoilers#this is sketchy asf IDC I WANT IT OUT IN THE PUBLIC !!!
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some scott pilgrim sketchy thingies
#digital art#scott pilgrim#ramona flowers#roxie richter#roxy richter#ramona scott pilgrim#ramona flowers art#sketchy asf#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim art
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She stares into your soul.
New pfp, ofc it had to be pomni
it can stand as it's own art too though
#holy shit i am dumb asf#my sketchy art#art#pomni fan art#the amazing digital circus pomni#pomni fanart#tadc pomni
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Don't judge me but hear me out...- imagine being Count Orlok's s/o and him letting you sleep in his coffin while he hunts🥹🖤
#and he gives you a blanket n shit? 🥹#bill skarsgård does this to me#i just see any bill skarsgård character and automatically turn into the thirstiest version of myself#nosferatu 2024#bill skarsgård#count orlok#we've not even seen his full face yet and I'm already in love😍#any character of Bill's could be sketchy asf but I'll still simp😍
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law closeups >_<
#my art#trafalgar law#finally working on smoke signals comic !!! the artstyle will be super rough and sketchy for the rest of the comic#cause its long asf and i cba 😭😭#comic progress
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im sorry UTS, but WHAT on fucking earth is "creative intelligence and innovation"????? and why on earth would anyone studying nursing or midwifery need "entrepreneurship and innovation" as a double degree??
#life#about me#shut up ilona#uni#uni life#uts is uni of technology sydney btw#thought i'd have a look today at what courses they offer to see if they got rid of that library course i was going to do back in 2019#and my GOD. reading the subject outlines for the “creative intelligence and innovation” subjects......#....were literally just vague asf corporate-speak gobble-de-gook for 'system thinking and innovation leaders of tomorrow'#what the fuck does that have to do with nursing or midwifery???#WHY would you add another like 16 to like 20 grand to a nursing degree with this useless ass diploma of corporate brainrot???#like motherfucker. do you really WANT a theranos 2.0 or an elizabeth holmes 2.0???#bc that's what you're opening up the world to with this bs 'creative intelligence and innovation' course....#..... paired with many of the egotistical high school mean girls that apparently go into nursing and other medical field careers...#....and also entrepreneurship.... or at least in my opinion anyway#you can also pair it with science which also to me could lead to sketchy shit tbh
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decided to train bg skills since i'm often too lazy and i did a more sketchy illustration and I'm lowkey loving it despite it defo not bbeing my usual style
anyway, have Luke in his caveshrine
#haven't drawn in that sketchy style in centuries#actually kinda digging it#luke is fluffy asf on this one#my acc name is literally SKETCHYANDSKETCHES and yet this is the only sketch i've produced in so long#it's like a homecoming#anyway#maybe i'll do this more often#here and there a little illustration as a treat#that weirdly enough didnt take as much brain as my usual rendering#digital art#illustration#art#oc art#oc art dump
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sorry im not scared of any "crime ridden" place in VT. new englanders don't know what crime ridden means lol
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so basically what i got taught here is only trust mods made for mobile if the og is a mobile game to begin with
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anybody have any leads on where to buy hypodermic needles online? all i can find is med supply companies that refuse to sell to people without a medical license and sketchy fucking looking shit on amazon that has terrible reviews
#trying to figure out a solution cause its annoying asf to go to the pharmacy for them and also im [redacted 4 legal purposes]#so i need a source that isnt gonna restrict me to a certain number at a certain time u know#the sketchy looking shit on amazon cant even spell syringe right and also the name of the company on the box doesnt even have a website soo#like truly red flag after red flag
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open your window
pairing - best friend! pham hanni x basketball player! female reader
synopsis - sneaking into pham hanni’s house at 2 am through her window was practically a tradition by now. you’ve done it countless times before, but tonight feels... different.
genre - pure fluff
warnings - drunk asf, swearing, and a whole lot of cute.
word count - 1.9k
— requested!
it was 2 a.m.
the time when the world outside is quiet, still, and wrapped in the embrace of sleep.
but for pham hanni, her peaceful night was disrupted by the soft buzzing of her phone on the nightstand, pulling her out of her half-asleep daze.
she squinted at the screen, trying to make out the words through her sleepy haze.
owl leader
opeb ur damn wimdoe, yanni
fvckkksjxioskejfydiej
it's freezinh out herrre
the neighbor's betch is barkimg its lungs out
dont wanna get caught by the atttractibe ghost rn skdifiif
hawhiny
...
i have a lot of nasty things to say, but let's start with this: fuck you.
owl leader
han my sweet fluffy bestie-of-the-century pooookoe bear OPEM THR DAMN FOOR
i cant stand on this sketchy-ass ladder any longer
fckkkkk it's about to collapse wljjfirowkhsgd
hawhiny
🙄
hanni groaned, her warm, cozy blanket hugging her tightly, tempting her to stay in bed.
the thought of getting up at this ungodly hour to let you in was the last thing she wanted to do.
but she knew better.
if she didn’t get up now, you'd definitely do something worse, and her night would go from bad to worse.
dragging herself out of bed with an exaggerated sigh, she padded across the room, still half-asleep, and peeked out of the window. there you were, face pressed against the glass, knocking as if your life depended on it, mouthing exaggeratedly, “OPEN THE WINDOW!”
“romeo’s here, babe! your romeo has arrived!”
hanni raised an eyebrow at the sight of you, swaying unsteadily on a ladder you most likely stole from one of the neighbors. she unlocked the window, cracking it open just enough to speak, “can’t you, for once in your life, act like a normal person and use the damn door? you’re going to get yourself killed, and i’ll have to explain why my best friend fell off a ladder at 2 a.m. because she’s a complete idiot.”
“i’m just trying to be romantic, my sweet juliet!” you slurred dramatically, struggling to keep your balance on the ladder. “f-finally, you opened up! i was freezing out here... about to turn into an icicle!”
hanni rolled her eyes, knowing all too well what was going on. she could tell just by the way your words slurred together and how you couldn’t stand still for a second.
“are you drunk?” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she opened the window wider and reached out to you.
“nah, nah… i’m just a little tipsy. nothing major, i promise.” you grinned at her, clearly not fooling anyone.
hanni gave you a look of disbelief. “uh-huh, sure. and what exactly are you doing here, stumbling around my window at 2 in the morning?”
she extended her hand to you, helping you climb in through the window, though you were so unsteady on your feet that you almost dragged her down with you.
you stumbled inside, barely managing to stay upright as you grabbed onto her hand. “well, first of all, i missed my juliet!” you declared proudly. “and secondly… WE WON THE MATCH!! BABY, LET’S GOOOO!!”
you threw your arms up in the air triumphantly, nearly knocking over hanni’s lamp in the process.
hanni flinched, quickly steadying the lamp before it could crash to the ground. “could you not scream at the top of your lungs? you’re going to wake everyone up,” she whisper-yelled, glaring at you as she hit your head.
you pouted, rubbing the spot on your head where she’d lightly smacked you. “you didn’t have to hit me! that’s child abuse, pham hanni! i could report you for that.”
“child abuse? please. you’re acting like a 5-year-old,” hanni muttered under her breath.
“you don’t understand…” you slurred. “we won the basketball match! i had to celebrate! it’s basically my job to get tipsy after a win. besides, i needed to see my Juliet.”
“right, because there’s no other reason to climb a ladder in the middle of the night,” hanni deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down at you.
“hey, hey… don’t forget, i’m banned from your house, remember?” you pouted, looking up at her with big, sad eyes.
hanni sighed. “yeah, banned because you broke my mom’s favorite vase trying to show off your basketball skills. she’s still pissed about that, you know.”
“i swear, i didn’t mean to! jasmine was—” you paused, blinking up at her. “wait, wait, it’s fine, right? she’s not still mad about that, is she?”
“trust me, she’s over it. you’re just making excuses because you like sneaking in through the window,” hanni said, rolling her eyes.
“maybe... but, seriously, i’m romeo! you’ve gotta have a romeo in your life, and i volunteered!”
“you do realize romeo was a fucking DUDE, right?”
“details, details,” you waved her off, attempting to steady yourself but immediately losing your balance and tripping over your own feet.
you landed face-first on the floor with a loud thud.
“ow! my pride…” you groaned dramatically, holding your head.
hanni sighed, rubbing her temples as if you were giving her the world’s biggest headache. “you’re such a disaster. you’re going to wake my mom, and then we’re both dead.”
“she won’t do anything to me,” you mumbled into the floor. “she thinks i’m cute. but jasmine? oh, she’s gonna stir up everything and make your life miserable.”
hanni couldn’t help but laugh a little. “my sister? yeah, she’d definitely throw us under the bus.”
you finally managed to sit up, blinking at her. “so… what’s the plan now? do i get cuddles or what?”
hanni was dead tired.
her body screamed for the comfort of her bed, to sleep off the entire exhausting day.
she’d already argued with you for ten straight minutes, mostly because all she really wanted to do was crash. but she couldn’t just leave you alone like this—you were flailing around like an octopus. drunk as hell, stumbling and knocking over everything, and honestly, you were about two seconds away from destroying more than just her mom’s vase.
“god, you’re such a pain in my ass,” hanni muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples as she glanced at you as you dramatically throwing yourself backward onto her bed, draping an arm over your face
“why?” you shot back. “for coming through your window? you should be thanking me! you’ve got yourself a romeo climbing up here, risking life and limb to see you. who else would do that for you, huh? i missed you so much today. seriously, i came here to steal my juliet away! admit it—you love it when i do this.”
hanni stared at you like you had three heads. “again... romeo was a fuckin’ guy, you idiot.”
you giggled, rolling over and waving your arms dramatically. “well, i’m your female romeo. so come here and cuddle me! romeo demands cuddles.”
“why would i even do that?” hanni asked, still eyeing you with mild annoyance, even though the corners of her lips twitched, trying to suppress a laugh.
you blinked at her, pouting as you sat up. “c’mon, han han! you love me, right? so just cuddle me.”
she crossed her arms and sighed, but there was a softness in her eyes now. “alright, fine. but stay quiet, or my mom will—”
before she could even finish her sentence, you flung yourself onto her, wrapping her in a tight, almost suffocating hug. “there it is. my cuddly juliet,” you mumbled against her shoulder, eyes already half-shut as you melted into her.
hanni groaned. “you’re insane.”
you nodded sleepily, barely registering her words. “yeah, but i’m also insanely in love with you.”
the words spilled out of your mouth in a drunken slur, but the way you said it—so soft, so genuine—made hanni’s heart skip a beat.
for a moment, her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly brushed it off, chalking it up to the alcohol talking.
as the two of you lay there in silence, you nestled against her like a clingy cat, the peace only lasted a few minutes before your drunken brain sparked back to life.
“oh, right… forgot to ask you… the trillion-dollar question: how was your amazing date with anton lee today?”
hanni stiffened beside you, a noticeable tension creeping into her posture. “it was fine,” she mumbled, trying to sound indifferent, but there was an edge in her voice.
“fine?” You lifted your head, frowning. “no, no, no. that doesn’t sound fine. something went wrong, didn’t it? spill. i’ll break his legs if he did anything. seriously, just say the word.”
hanni exhaled, clearly not wanting to rehash the evening, but knowing you wouldn’t let it go.
“we went to see a movie, but honestly, it was kinda boring. and then we had dinner, but the entire time, he just kept talking about himself. like, dude’s obsessed with himself—he’s probably not straight, not bi, but fully autosexual. who the hell talks about themselves that much on a date? he was like, 'look at what i did,' 'i’m so amazing,' 'blah blah blah.' i was sitting there, trying not to lose my mind.”
you burst into uncontrollable laughter, snorting at the mental image of hanni suffering through the date while anton babbled on.
“oh my god, i would’ve paid to see that. but you should’ve let me take you out instead. we’d have gone somewhere fun, like a carnival or something.”
hanni rolled her eyes. “a carnival? you? please. you’d trip and fall off the first ride.”
“rude,” you said, pouting. “but i wouldn’t fall if i had you to hold my hand. i’ve got experience, remember? i’m your romeo after all.”
hanni chuckled softly, shaking her head. “yeah, yeah. anyway, what are you even going to do after graduation? you gonna work at a carnival?”
you paused, your playful demeanor dropping for a second. “i don’t know, han. sometimes i think about it, y’know? like, what comes next after university?”
the shift in your tone caught her off guard, and she glanced over at you, surprised. “yeah… i think about that too. it’s scary sometimes, isn’t it? the whole 'what comes next' thing.”
“yeah…” you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “like, will we still be close? or will we drift apart like everyone else does after uni? my parents are all over me about my future, but i just wanna stick to basketball and… figure it out later.”
hanni’s heart tightened at your words. the thought of drifting apart from you felt like something she wasn’t ready to deal with.
“we won’t. i promise. we won’t drift apart.”
you hummed in response, your voice soft and tired. “good… ‘cause i don’t wanna lose you, han. you’re too precious. if you go away, whose window am i gonna climb?”
hanni chuckled, leaning her head against yours. “right…”
“by the way, your hair smells nice,” you mumbled, your sleepy voice slurring again as you nuzzled into her neck. “what shampoo do you use again?”
hanni rolled her eyes, her hand absentmindedly stroking your back. “you’ve asked me that a million times. don’t act like you don’t know.”
“rude…” you muttered, your voice trailing off as sleep overtook you. “anyway, i love your shampoo and… smdhidkdheuxu…”
you were out cold, leaving hanni shaking her head in disbelief.
“not this dork falling asleep after confessing her love to my shampoo,” she mumbled, glancing down at your peaceful face, your breathing steady as you slept against her.
her annoyance melted away as she watched you sleep, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
maybe you were right.
she really did love it when you climbed through her window just to see her.
maybe… just maybe, she loved it more than she’d ever admit to herself.
a/n - my brain hurts 🤕
#newjeans#new jeans x reader#fluff#fanfiction#hanni x reader#oneshot#hanni pham#pham hanni#pham hanni x reader#pham hanni x female reader#x female reader#UGHHHHHHHHHH FUCK IT
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Some fanart for this lovely fic by Murriana!
I am a SIMP for 'vampire' Danny...
It's sketchy asf, but I hope it's nice to look at 🫡
EDIT:
My dumbass realizing the bat symbol would NOT be on Jason's chest because it's pre-batfam
Mb fellas 😭
None of these scenes have happened, but I can defo see them happening 😭
This is also how I imagine Danny to look in the fic 💀
Alt ver
#digital art#art#red hood#jason todd#danny phantom fanart#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#fanfic fanart
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He tried to ignore the warm feeling, pulling his attention back to getting through. Keeping sharp there was no letting down his guard.
To many things could go wrong.
"Sorry. Forgot some of these smaller streets get more crowded in the evening."
Leading her away from the busy streets and toward the old construction grounds on the west side of the city. Any construction seemed to have long been abandoned including an old factory.
He'd planned to take her to one of his favourite spots to look at the stars. If they were lucky they may catch some of the meteor that was going on, though it wasn't the peak of it.
"How.. How well can you climb?"
@dragonofthestone
There had been no expectation of her to take it and a moment before she took it Timaeus had begun to consider pulling it back Offering instead an arm or piece of his coat. Tender fingers awkwardly curled around her hand with a gentle firmness that ensured it would keep them together while still leaving her the freedom to let go at any moment should she so choose. He held Starla's hand with the care as if his claws might still cut her through the soft leather. Looking back he smiled, face warming as helped her through.
She felt the firmness of his fingers around her hand, making sure they didn't lose each other in the crowd. She couldn't help but be curious about the other.
He was awkward with his movements and she notices that, but looking at her with a soft smile she smiled back at him, noticing the redeness in his cheeks.
He must be nervous about helping her, and of course she was a woman, so it was only natural for the man to feel shy or confident depending on their personality.
She felt herself growing shy too, doing her best not to think too much about it.
#starlaslight#welp since he suggested it before#asf yes tim cause going to abandonded faxtory grounds doesnt look sketchy lol#Was reminded of them when reading the manga (where Al went to meet up with the Nest Crew)
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˖ ˳·˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄! ᥫ᭡
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 finding an obscure otome game on the internet wasn't on your 2024 bingo card, but with only the cover art and no blurb, you decided to give it a shot. it looked promising enough at the start, and nothing could go wrong, right? ✩
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 various jojo's characters x f!reader
𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 otome || university/college!au || isekai || alt!universe ||
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 cursing (duh) || me thinking im funny asf || dio
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.8k
masterlist || next
-> 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
You liked to think that you were an otome game expert. Even if it sounded… strange to the everyday person, it was your niche and who didn't have an out there hobby anyway? Supply and demand, right?
So you’d pride yourself on your extensive, and completely useless, knowledge regarding fictional pixel romance.
That was how you found yourself here, at two in the morning researching a really obscure listing of a dating game that you had never heard of before. There was no description, release date or year, and no mention of a publisher found anywhere.
A Bizarre Dating Adventure.
That was all you had to work with, the title of this so called game. There wasn't even an item picture uploaded. Spending a whopping thirty minutes gave way to absolutely nothing and you weren't going to lie, you were pretty miffed about it. A piece of so-called lost media just happened to be put on sale on a totally legitimate looking website at the grand old price of.. wait, $10?
Now you were intrigued. An otome game for that price? There was no way this was authentic when games of this nature cost upwards of $50 to $80.
With a few more clicks on your laptop, you came to find out there was free shipping included as well.
That was surely safe, you thought to yourself in your sleep deprived mind.
You faltered for a moment before closing the tab, shutting off your device and promptly collapsing onto your bed for the sleep your body craved hours ago.
Damn, you’ll feel that tomorrow.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The following days were mundane at best, your mind drifting to the odd listing of the game. The circumstances alluded you, and during your free time, you found yourself naturally going back to it. Exploring any and every corner you could, even going on the occasional forum. You didn't get much information however, and it seemed the more you looked, the more elusive it seemed.
How was it that no one else seemed to know of this game? Surely that wasn't possible.
It became more and more tempting to just shot the odds and buy it outright and trying it yourself, but you were still apprehensive.
The website didn't do any favours for itself, looking like it hadn't been updated since 2009, and there didn't seem to be any reviews on the authentication of the site either.
You groaned, sinking back into your chair and staring at your ceiling. Closing your eyes, you cautiously rubbed at them, deep in thought as the listing displayed at attention on your screen.
With a deep inhale you leaned forward again, focused as your hand hovered over the trackpad. The inner debate followed; curiosity killed the cat…
but satisfaction brought it back.
Super sketchy website, but if you played it smart, you wouldn't need to give out too much of your personal information. Plus it was dirt cheap for what it claimed it was.
‘Fuck it’, with a click and a few taps of your keyboard filling the otherwise silent bedroom, you received a congratulatory email and in red capital letters were the words ‘SOLD’ on the now ended post.
And so, you were now the future owner of the enigmatic video game, and if you so happened to be scammed… rest in peace that ten bucks.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You were honestly pleasantly, and weirdly, surprised at how quickly your package arrived. Didn't you just order this thing yesterday? The no bigger than A4 sized parcel sat at your doorstep in a white bubble mailer, perched upright. The keys jingled in your hand as you bent down to pick it up, purse falling forward slightly in an uncomfortable manner. Your mood was already soured from the days events, and any little inconvenience had grated you. You were about to roughly shove your bag back and open your door when you realised there was no label stuck to your package. You flipped it over, only to find the same blank space.
That's definitely not worrying at all.
You jammed the key inside your door and forced your way inside with an all too loud slam. You knew you shouldn't have trusted that damn website. Now some axe murdering lunatic knows where you live! You could feel the nerves wash over you, and your heart began to palpitate. Twisting the deadbolt lock on your door gave you some sense of security, but it did little to appease you.
Tossing your keys and bag on your coffee table, you sat into your much too old and worn out lounge as you ripped the parcel open.
Discarding the plastic wrapping, you’d clean it up later, you found that inside was a small case with what you suspected was the game. There was nothing of note on the back, no text, rating, or any other information found. Turning it over, you saw the images of various male characters decorating the cover.
These must be the leads.
You glanced over each of the men as your fingers traced their features.
Four blondes, one brunette, one with dark blue hair, another with dark purple, one with a green undercut, a redhead and at the center was a brooding character with black hair and a tipped down cap.
What an interesting cast.
You couldn't help but wonder what made the creator go for ten different routes. It wasn't like that was unheard of, but it was quite a larger cast of romantic interests. In the midst of your thoughts, you felt a chill.
Like you were being watched.
Walking over to your kitchen window you looked outside, hand still holding onto the keep case. You stayed there for a few seconds, looking at the now setting sun against the trees. The orange glow offers little warmth within your small apartment. You gaze back down at the cover art, focusing on the dark, capped character. You didn't know why, but there was something unsettling about them. The longer you looked, the more the feeling began to fester. Gently facing it down on the marble counter, you headed into your bedroom to shower and change; hopeful that a new set of clothes and washing the day's grime away would lighten your mood.
Spoiler alert, it didn't.
Clad in only a towel, you went back into the kitchen to get a drink, throat parched and getting dry. You drank the cool beverage as your eyes began to wander back to the faced down disc. You still felt unexplainably wary, but it didn't feel so bad in that moment.
Gosh, you were such an idiot, who gets freaked over plastic?
You took the few steps towards it and turned it back over again. Tapping your fingers against the countertop in thought you wondered if you should actually play the game. It's highly possible it was just some kind if virus ready to wipe your entire harddrive, but your curiosity was getting the better of you.
You really needed to see what this was, consequences be damned!
Deciding that you’ll use your old high school laptop, you headed back to the bedroom to change into comfortable clothing. You found a pair of old white, cotton shorts and your well loved gray t-shirt that was much too big for you, left behind by a long forgotten ex. You couldn't even remember his name, or maybe you didn't want to remember. He was an ex for a reason, but the shirt sure was comfortable and his loss for leaving it with you. The only scent lingering on it was your own, so by definition and for all intents and purposes, it was yours.
Placing the game on your desk, you went rummaging around your room for the laptop.
Searching high and low; under your bed and in the wardrobes, resulted in nothing. You spend a good twenty minutes before checking the drawers of your desk and finding it hidden under stacks of scrap bits of paper in the bottom drawer. How cliché, and of course it was there.
Agitated, you moved your current laptop away and plugged in the old tried and true. It got you through high school, so hopefully it’ll make it through this.
Though you had hoped inside it wasn't a dud, as you began to feel sentimental about the outdated electronic.
If it did, you'd think about setting aside the money to have it fixed, even if it wasn't worth it - and it most definitely wouldn't be worth it.
You waited a couple of minutes for the thing to boot up, dusting off the slight dirt that accumulated from its lack of use. The age of the laptop was clear as you heard the fan blare to life.
Would it even be able to run the thing? There's no way you'd risk your actual computer on this…
Once deemed ready enough, you pressed down on the disc drive a couple of times, using much more than necessary force on the last push when the reader wouldn't open.
You waited impatiently as it closed with a quiet click, tracing your finger over the trackpad as the cursor moved violently across the screen.
You kept waiting… and waiting… and waiting… until….
Black.
The screen had shut off, and no amount of pressing the power button, force restarting the laptop or even hitting it did anything.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the disbelief and anger present in your tone as you plugged the charger cable in and out of the port.
You weren't entirely surprised it was a scam, a virus now killing your laptop, but that didn't mean you weren't any less pissed.
Yeah you were lucky it was an old laptop, anything on it long since gone when the thing was reset before you graduated, but still…
What a waste of a laptop and the ten dollars spent on a useless thing. On the off chance that the laptop's hardware was too old to run it, you couldn't even get the disc back unless you wanted to pry the drive reader open and damage it further.
With a huff you slammed the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and laying down in your bed. You’d figure out what to do when you had time, but you were too upset to deal with your broken device now.
At least you had the sense to use an old laptop with no data. Gotta take those silver linings.
To lift your spirits, you ordered some takeaway, eagerly awaiting to stuff your face full of the greasy food. After the later half of the day, you felt like you deserved it, and the knock on your door couldn't come soon enough.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Switching off your television, you reached beside you and tapped on your phone screen to check the time.
10:34pm.
You debated whether you did want to sleep now, but your body decided to answer for you as you let out a loud yawn.
Your lounge was pretty comfortable right now, but after previous experiences, you'd definitely be feeling it in the morning.
The longer you stayed, the more difficult it would be to leave so you quickly got up, threw away the rubbish from your order and went on to do your nightly routine.
After the final step of brushing your teeth, you went to bed, flicking off the bedroom light before you looked towards your desk. Your laptop illuminating a glow along the edge.
Well that's suspicious… that's weird…
You shook your head off the image and voice of Cardi B and slowly sat down at your desk. Tentatively reaching out and opening the laptop you were met with a title screen.
A Bizarre Dating Adventure.
A deep blue background with the words in a hot pink gradient that faded to white. Deep violet coloured roses garnished the sides as different hues of purple petals fell from the top of your screen.
A Bizarre Dating Adventure, that was the name of the game from the listing, wasn't it?
Absentmindedly, your middle finger moved across the trackpad, white sparkles glittering off the cursor with every motion.
Surely a few minutes wouldn't hurt right? Just to get a feel and understanding of the game.
Small, white text slowly flashed underneath the title text reading ‘PRESS SPACE TO START.’
“Here goes nothing.” you murmured, as the screen faded to black, shrouding your entire room in darkness as well.
After a few seconds of nothing, you became apprehensive. You silently prayed that it didn't conk out on you again. There was no way you’d be teased like this.
It felt like a minute before the black screen started to light up again imperceptibly, a slight purple tinge colouring against the blackness. More white text appeared.
>> ‘HELLO’
You awaited the continuation, but nothing else had occurred, the bold letters staring at you. You clicked all over the screen and tapped enter, but there was still nothing. On a whim, you ran your hand over your keyboard to see it typed into the screen, right underneath the greeting.
How peculiar.
You held backspace to remove what was a mess of letters and numbers before typing back a ‘HI’ and hitting enter.
>> ‘ARE YOU THE NEW STUDENT?’
New student? Was this game set in a school?
> NEW STUDENT?
>> ‘AT SWF UNIVERSITY’
At least it wasn't in high school, thank goodness. You’d be damned to face another high school otome game. Figuring this was how the game went, but deciding to see what would happen you typed,
> NO
You tried to hit enter, but nothing happened. I guess it wouldn't accept that answer. You deleted the text before following what you assumed to be the correct response,
> YES
>> WELL, AREN’T YOU A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES
The text response was different now, a yellow instead of the earlier white. You felt a shiver run up you, looking behind at your empty room. You sensed that something was wrong, yet you didn't know why.
>> WHAT’S WRONG? SCARED?
Okay this wasn't funny, and this disc was obviously some kind of troll or some deep web, tracking crap. At minimum it was designed to scare you and at most… well you didn't want to think about that.
> A LITTLE
You don't know why you decided to be somewhat honest, but something was telling you that it would be better than lying. Not like it mattered much.
>> HMM, YOU SHOULD BE
You kept rereading the text before the screen flashed with your name, repeating over and over and over again.
Fuck that!
You unplugged the charger, covering your room, once again in darkness. Your breathing became laboured, as your heart beat thundered furiously in your chest, threatening to explode. That most definitely was some type of tracking, data hacking bullshit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
What were you supposed to do now?! Call the police? Move? You were only kind of kidding about being sent the disc by an axe murderer, but it was now a very real possibility.
You tried in vain to calm down, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. This was so stupid! So completely, utterly and devastatingly s, t, u, p, i, d! You closed the lid and shoved it back into the drawer. It gave you some semblance of safety. Tomorrow you’d go far away and toss it in a random dumpster. To hell with sentimentality, that laptop was now dead to you.
You wished it would've worked earlier, at least then you would've been able to dispose of it. There's no way you were leaving your unit now at this hour.
Maybe you shouldn't throw it away and instead give it to the proper authorities? But if it was just some troll, you'd either be laughed at out of the station, or berated for wasting their time with nonsense.
You triple checked your deadbolt and closing every curtain, also ensuring that every window was sealed shut and locked.
Retreating back to your room you hid under the covers, the fluffy security net doing little to curb the anxiety that was manifesting inside.
You were surprised to feel yourself growing drowsier, the cute cat compilation video that you put on was only 6 minutes in.
You fell asleep shortly after that, your phone showing a ginger cat jumping off a shed roof and face planting into the concrete.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You woke up with a start, sitting up as you gasped for breath. You could feel the slight sweat covering your body, a stuffiness surrounding you as you attempted to slow down your breathing. You looked around the room, a new panic forming as you saw the furniture and belongings of someone who was definitely not you.
Your room didn't look like this! Neither was that desk, or that chair! These sheets weren't yours either.
You closed your eyes as your breathing picked up again, thinking of what to do next before your phone went off with a ding.
Reaching down, you unlocked your phone screen as the words ‘A BIZARRE DATING GAME’ faded into view.
Uhm…
WHAT THE FU-
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I have another brainrot cooking, so in the meantime, have this:
Alrighty, so the new archon who's name I can't remember, right?
From what I've seen of them, they're pretty cocky and prideful.
I can imagine when The Creator visits their nation, they just flirt with The Creator every chance they get
And the other archons (except for Venti because he does it too even though it's to a smaller scale) are just HORRIFIED awaiting The Creator's reaction.
Now The Creator does not give a shit and just fucking FLIRTS BACK
And all of the archons (except for her because she's smug asf) are just:
OMG FURINA & CREATOR RIZZING FR LOL I LOVE THIS. If only I had good flirting skills, man—I'll have to lightly go over that part 😔 SOBBING. MY SKILL ISSUES—
@royalrose2011 THIS IS SO GOOD THOUGH—
Furina Flirting w/ Creator: Archon Reactions?
Furina be slaying out here fr—and you're living it! When did she become—
The other Archons are being caught off guard.
(Warning: Might be OOC!)
Venti
Man is flabbergasted. I mean, he knows he does the same thing and all that—flirting with you and stuff—but to see Furina just flirt in every single moment she gets, every single moment you're in HER nation—holy cow!
He's both amazed and shocked! He should write a poem about this! This was a thing to remember for the ages!
And perhaps he should show this to Zhongli and Ei to watch them wither. And he should present it to you! You love his poetry, and you certainly tolerate his little flirting too!
"Ehe, this bard has found the inspiration for a new ballad! I'll be right back, everyone! Good luck, blockhead Zhongli!" Cheery boi goes on his merry way to write the best poem the Creator has ever seen.
Safe to say it was worth the wait. You absolutely loved it.
Zhongli
He got a heart attack, seeing Focalors flirting with you so shamelessly. This was blasphemous! Even Venti, that absolute airhead, wouldn't go this extreme!
Children these days, and their lack of mannerisms. Zhongli can only sigh, sip his tea, and try his best to not throw a rock at the Hydro Archon. At least she's keeping you in good spirits and amused.
"Lady Furina, please don't get into Their Grace's personal space too much. Allow them so breathing space, please." If he thinks Furina is trying to get a little too close to you, Zhongli will plant his foot down. He has meteors to send as warning if Furina would not bid to these warnings.
Raiden Ei
Aside from the Puppet Shogun's general dislike to how close Furina was (Ei can't blame the Puppet Shogun), Ei feels real uncomfortable watching Furina getting all confident around you.
She's not uncomfortable of the flirting—after all, she too also deals with Venti's dealings, but Furina was a whole new level she has yet to fully understand.
"Furina. Watch yourself." Bodyguard Ei—that's her new job now. She's trying to give you that personal space you need that Furina is trying to take. "I will not hesitate to strike twice." If there's anything sketchy going on that Furina does, Ei is stepping in with her Musou no Hitotachi, no excuses.
She really does know how you tolerate this.
Nahida
She's in between giggling at Furina's antics and entirely shocked with how well you're taking it.
She thought you would've...how should she describe it...dislike how confident and smug Furina was doing. Then again, you were also tolerating all of Venti's antics too...
Nahida isn't really sure what to do, to be honest. While she loves Furina for keeping The Almighty Creator amused, she doesn't know how she feels about the constant flirting. In a sense, you were spending more time in Fontaine than anywhere else now!
"Your Grace, can you come hang out with me for a little while?" Nahida asks you with this cute little pout. "I would like to spend more time with you too in my nation!" And boy, are you now conflicted. Furina being a slay queen, or Nahida being cute child—who would you want to spend more time with?
Furina
While she appears confident and smug, she is most, upon all else, stoked and ecstatic of the fact you love her antics! Now, was that a new perspective she has yet to see!
With her keeping you around her awesome, extravagant nation, she can show all of Teyvat how her nation was the best nation of all time! And the popularity of Fontaine itself was increasing—more mora for her economy!~
Of course, she had it all planned out from the start! Who could make such a masterpiece and grand operation other than the Hydro Archon herself?
"Your Ever-Elegant Almighty Grace!~ Please, Allow I, Focalors, the Hydro Archon of Fontaine and God of Justice, send us off with these fine cakes. You are, however, by far, sweeter than any divine dessert!~" You snicker, liking the way this is going. Furina is even more cocky and smug when the other Archons try to intervene and take your attention away from her.
She has truly become the god that outshined all of Celestia. Hoho, the way their faces looked! She's absolutely stoked!
Ghost Rebel Side Notes: It feels great to be motivated! I hope you like this post :D I find this one real amusing LOL—Furina would really do this. If Furina would flirted with me, I honestly wouldn't know how I would feel LOL. I still love Furina though—high hopes that when Furina is out, Furina Wanters will be Furina Havers!~
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