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still thinking of that one lmk oomf on here
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Simps are getting fed today ~ ;D
these were requested by a few friends on discord, so i decided to draw em ~~
(click for less shitty quality)
[ DO NOT REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDIT ON OTHER PLATFORMS. ]
i forgot macaque's scarf, shhhh, we dont talk about that :3
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as a hardcore doodleduo fan YOU DONT GET ITTTT 💔💔💔💔💔💔
Its NOT "problematic" bc selfcest/mirrorshipping, by all means isnt possible so its in this "gray area" morally, but USUALLY it doesnt hurt anyone so fuck it if you wanna ship mk with his clones do it besties self love
BUT. WHAT YOU GUYS DONT FUCKINF GET IS THEIR FUXKING DYNAMIC WITH EACHOTHER.
This is BORDERING VICTIM X ABUSER and that isnt even tbe word to describe them, theyre just toxic to hell and back and I Get wanting "toxic yaoi" or whatever but like. Guys. How would that even work.
Inkay is a manifestation of all of mks fears and doubts and self-hatred, why on earth would they see him as anything "romantic" and vice versa for mk THAT THING RUINED HIS LIFE !!!! hes no longer the person he thought he was bc this thing gave him the knowledge that he isnt even human, this thing used his insecurities to break him. That is its entire job, to torture and drag mk out from his safe little comfort zone of pure denial.
WHY WOULD YOU WANT THEM TO KISS ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😭😭😭😭
and the wukong and macaque comparison doesnt make sense AT ALL
Guess what bestie, this is Lego Monkie Kid not journey to the west, this is LMKs interpretation of these characters and they are NOT like inkay and mk at all
Shadowpeach BOTH fucked up, theyre both morally gray characters and their dynamic Shows that
Doodleduo? One of them is just a guy trying to live his life happily and one of them is a curse meant to torture. Wheres the correlation between thempleas-
Youre jsut mischaracterizing them by shipping them, yes it may be cute to you but girl How would they Work. I just. I dont get it please explain to me why you think its ok to ship them bc While you can ship them, Why would you. It just doesnt make sense for WHO they are and What they are towards eachother
Sorry for my rant but this ship has been the bane of my existence as fhe #1 doodleduo fan im sorry........ 💔💔💔💔
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Me when i'm evil and fucked up
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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happy 2 year anniversary
December is tomorrow
again.
ADHD time blindness be like "oh, today is the 30th? that's fine, December is still next month, that's forever away!
...what do you mean tommorrow?"
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Me When I Am So Normal Over That Fictional Character
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greetings, Usagii 'Ribbons'
ive come forth to bring thou a humble request for (you guessed it) an ink mk x gender neutral reader.. 💙
i uhmm,, (did not plan ahead) inky is transgender because there will be no cishets on my watch. they get to have cool top surgery scars <3 perhaps the reader could also be trans? maybe they havent gotten gender affirming surgery hence, why they would be curious towards inkys scars..
andandthey would,, ask to touch it ands they endup piled ontop ofeachother and they wwould k kiss it...
uhhh they kiss. (ans the crowd cheers)
unfortunate that i am so gay that i cannot verbally express my wishes. apologies for the vague request, i give thou permission to do whatever thou pleases.. i only humbly want transgender inky 🙏🙏
i will be a happy man for that.
thank you for your time, my lord.
kind regards, Anx
[ bonus inky with top scars i just doodled :) ]
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OOH, SCARS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ....
: ̗̀➛ starring . . . ink mk
: ̗̀➛ guest-stars . . . you, mk
: ̗̀➛ rating . . . gender neutral trans-implied reader, second pov, trans mk/ink mk, he/they pronouns for ink mk, mildly suggestive, fluff, meme references, post s4, ink mk says trans rights
: ̗̀➛ director's notes . . . anx you're gay
MK carried the ink demon around like a pet. 
You didn’t question it (rather, you decided not to question it) because MK always had weird ideas whenever he was in one of his weird moods. He was a sweetheart, but you’d be lying if he wasn’t a little bit of a crackhead like his bestie Mei. They and Mr. Tang were birds of a feather, literally, so you wouldn’t be very surprised when one day you hear Pigsy or Red die from heart failure from their shenanigans.
But, this wasn’t about them. Not yet, anyway- this was about the little ink demon your friend insisted he carried on. However they escaped the scroll, they latched onto MK like a parasite, and you could tell it was stressing the hero out with the ink demon’s negativity. After what happened with Azure and company, he needed a break, so you offered to watch the ink demon for him to rest.
This was a bad idea, for many reasons, but most specifically: you were a human with no special powers if you countered stupidity as one, and you were certain by the time the day was over you’d either end up like that guy from Venom, Tobey Macguire’s bully Peter from SpiderMan 3 or that horror movie called Parasite.
That second option was actually very tempting- but besides the point.
The entire time you had the ink demon in your home, you made sure the doors and any visible crack or crevice was locked. That ink menace would take any opportunity to make a run for it and if he managed to escape and cause trouble for MK you were gonna (try) strangle him.
For the most part though, they…were calm, for some reason. You had figured without MK around they’d run around causing havoc, but no, nothing remotely hinting they were itching to cause trouble.
They were just, there. Sitting atop your table, legs swinging to and fro, occasionally messing with your electronics all while you sat on your couch, watching them.
And your brain went back to a thought you had long since forgotten- a few little things that had you staring more than you should. 
Like, for example, brief feelings you had for your friend.
Ah, fucking feelings. God just loved spiting you like that, didn’t he? Reminding you of those things when you least expected it.
“Whatcha staring at?” Ink MK spoke up from their place on your table, boredly flicking through channels on the TV. Their empty eyes were directed towards you in a glance, a brow quirking up in question while you shook your head. Their lips curved into a grin, “Am I that pretty you just can’t stop staring~?”
“Shut up-” You warned and grabbed a pillow. They snickered at your failed attempt at a threat, and you scowled. “Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“Remind me again, who was staring at who now?”
You fell silent, and he continued, “Now I’m curious. You got a crush on me, or the harbinger? You’ve been ogling me damn~ I’m honored.”
“MK.”
“What?”
“MK. Stop calling him that.” You threw the pillow. It hit them upside the head and they fell, gasping dramatically- a sure sign you hadn’t hit a nerve. They laid on the ground kicking their feet like a child because you made no move to apologize, and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t understand you. Why’re you still here, anyway?”
“What do you mean~ I’m always everywhere~!”
You didn’t even bother to hide your shrieks anymore- the ink demon giggled like a child, appearing behind you so randomly with that cheeky grin on their expression. They watched your turn to fall and hit the ground while they took your place on the sofa with their signature smirk.
Honest to god, if you didn’t like MK you would’ve killed this guy. Well, as much as those Bendy games have taught you, anyway.
You laid on the floor, accepting your fate of lying there till you feel like standing. Inky- (Minky? What the fuck do you even- y’know what)- Ink MK made himself comfortable on your sofa, peering down at you with empty, glowing eyes and a tail that swayed behind them like a cat ready to pounce.
You stared right back, maybe a bit too much when your eyes started wandering for your own good- but hey, blame it on the ink demon. It’s their fault for walking around as naked as a fucking- whatever.
You catch the scars, and you blinked.
“Whoa.”
“Whoa, what? Are you finally realizing how gorgeous I am?” The ink demon turned his head with dramatic flourish. “Ugh, finally. I told him you’d understand true beauty one day!”
You deadpanned, “No. I’m talking about those-” and pointed. The ink demon followed your direction, staring at the light blue scars around their chest. They tilted their head, gently touching them before looking back at you with confusion. “How’d you get ‘em?”
“I thought all humans understood these concepts?” They stopped. “Then again, you are an idiot.”
“Take that back.”
“What’s 6 x 3? And don’t use your fingers.”
You glared and they chuckled, “Exactly.” before crossing their arms over their chest, and one leg over the other. He hummed, “But really. I thought you and the har- MK- had that in common?”
“Had what in common?” You finally stood, curiosity piqued, and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, staring at the ink demon’s scars. It was probably a good thing they didn’t have a clue about social norms- normally that would earn you a weirdo status, but the ink demon was in no place to talk. Instead, he merely allowed you to stare, while trying to remember whenever the noodle boy was always talking to or about you. He usually spent his time sleeping and making MK miserable, you couldn’t blame him for not remembering much.
He rolled his eyes. “The terms.”
“Uh huh.”
“You know.”
You blinked and stared, and they stared right back.
Eventually, they came to the conclusion that you were an idiot, and sat up in their position, turning to face you. You watched with mild interest as they gestured at their scars, and huffed.
“These are called…top scars.”
“Why the fuck do you have top scars?”
“Look me in the eye, and ask me that question again.”
They watched your brain slowly process the new information, a small ‘o’ shape on your lips as it struck you finally. They crossed their arms, rolling their eyes playfully while you bow your head apologetically.
Surely, that meant this was over.
“Can I touch them?”
No, no it wasn’t.
Ink MK was shameless. He had no social etiquette whatsoever, which was pretty obvious with how he carried himself around. So, your question didn’t put him off. Rather, it made him stare at you curiously, because you didn’t seem to have the brain cells to have any embarrassment.
They supposed, they didn’t mind, then. You at least asked- and your pouting expression was unfortunately difficult to ignore. They figured they’d humor you for a while, and then go back to terrorizing you again, so they agreed, waiting for you to wipe your sweaty palms before gingerly tracing the markings left behind- a mimicry of MK’s, but still real nonetheless.
You inched closer, till you were pretty much sitting on their lap at this point, and they found it amusing how you had yet to realize what you were doing, too intrigued by the way his scars glowed a light blue, in a sort of starry pattern.
You asked, “Why do you keep them if you can shapeshift?”
“Because they’re interesting.” Ink MK placed his hands on your hips. “And I suppose, because the idiot fought hard for ‘em. I like terrorizing him, but-” He shrugged. “At the same time, I’m not half as cruel. I don’t want him thinking, you know.”
Huh.
“I hate him, by the way.”
Nevermind, he didn’t have a soft spot for MK, they were just…surprisingly considerate. You never thought you’d be saying that about Ink MK of all people, but here you were.
….wait.
“Oh. Uh-” You blinked and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I got carried away. I should go-”
“Aw, why~?” There he was, the same jackass from before. Ink MK faked a pout, holding you where you sat. “I really liked seeing you on top of me. You’re cute.”
“You-” You exhaled, praying MK would have the dignity to forgive you for what you were about to do. This guy was such an asshole- and here you were, thinking maybe he wasn’t so bad.
And then they went on and on, blabbering, probably trying to tease you for being so curious and on their lap. Your eyes twitched momentarily, listening to him ramble, and did the unexpected.
Ink MK fell silent. They were trying to process something, but somewhere along the line their brain died on them, because they were touching something soft and warm.
Well, their lips were, at least. And yours were, too. They were holding you on their lap, and you were kissing them, holding them by the shoulders to mash your lips against theirs to shut them up.
And, well, you succeeded alright. They were quiet.
But now, now they knew what they wanted everytime they came to visit you, and if you wanted them quiet, you’d have no choice but to comply, right?
Oh dear.
Extra! MK: gay Ink MK: you're gay-er MK: MK: who told you Ink MK: ....are you fucking kidding me
produced by usagiiribbons, 25.11.2023, do not copy, repost or translate my works without my consent! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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greetings, Usagii 'Ribbons'
ive come forth to bring thou a humble request for (you guessed it) an ink mk x gender neutral reader.. 💙
i uhmm,, (did not plan ahead) inky is transgender because there will be no cishets on my watch. they get to have cool top surgery scars <3 perhaps the reader could also be trans? maybe they havent gotten gender affirming surgery hence, why they would be curious towards inkys scars..
andandthey would,, ask to touch it ands they endup piled ontop ofeachother and they wwould k kiss it...
uhhh they kiss. (ans the crowd cheers)
unfortunate that i am so gay that i cannot verbally express my wishes. apologies for the vague request, i give thou permission to do whatever thou pleases.. i only humbly want transgender inky 🙏🙏
i will be a happy man for that.
thank you for your time, my lord.
kind regards, Anx
[ bonus inky with top scars i just doodled :) ]
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OOH, SCARS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ....
: ̗̀➛ starring . . . ink mk
: ̗̀➛ guest-stars . . . you, mk
: ̗̀➛ rating . . . gender neutral trans-implied reader, second pov, trans mk/ink mk, he/they pronouns for ink mk, mildly suggestive, fluff, meme references, post s4, ink mk says trans rights
: ̗̀➛ director's notes . . . anx you're gay
MK carried the ink demon around like a pet. 
You didn’t question it (rather, you decided not to question it) because MK always had weird ideas whenever he was in one of his weird moods. He was a sweetheart, but you’d be lying if he wasn’t a little bit of a crackhead like his bestie Mei. They and Mr. Tang were birds of a feather, literally, so you wouldn’t be very surprised when one day you hear Pigsy or Red die from heart failure from their shenanigans.
But, this wasn’t about them. Not yet, anyway- this was about the little ink demon your friend insisted he carried on. However they escaped the scroll, they latched onto MK like a parasite, and you could tell it was stressing the hero out with the ink demon’s negativity. After what happened with Azure and company, he needed a break, so you offered to watch the ink demon for him to rest.
This was a bad idea, for many reasons, but most specifically: you were a human with no special powers if you countered stupidity as one, and you were certain by the time the day was over you’d either end up like that guy from Venom, Tobey Macguire’s bully Peter from SpiderMan 3 or that horror movie called Parasite.
That second option was actually very tempting- but besides the point.
The entire time you had the ink demon in your home, you made sure the doors and any visible crack or crevice was locked. That ink menace would take any opportunity to make a run for it and if he managed to escape and cause trouble for MK you were gonna (try) strangle him.
For the most part though, they…were calm, for some reason. You had figured without MK around they’d run around causing havoc, but no, nothing remotely hinting they were itching to cause trouble.
They were just, there. Sitting atop your table, legs swinging to and fro, occasionally messing with your electronics all while you sat on your couch, watching them.
And your brain went back to a thought you had long since forgotten- a few little things that had you staring more than you should. 
Like, for example, brief feelings you had for your friend.
Ah, fucking feelings. God just loved spiting you like that, didn’t he? Reminding you of those things when you least expected it.
“Whatcha staring at?” Ink MK spoke up from their place on your table, boredly flicking through channels on the TV. Their empty eyes were directed towards you in a glance, a brow quirking up in question while you shook your head. Their lips curved into a grin, “Am I that pretty you just can’t stop staring~?”
“Shut up-” You warned and grabbed a pillow. They snickered at your failed attempt at a threat, and you scowled. “Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“Remind me again, who was staring at who now?”
You fell silent, and he continued, “Now I’m curious. You got a crush on me, or the harbinger? You’ve been ogling me damn~ I’m honored.”
“MK.”
“What?”
“MK. Stop calling him that.” You threw the pillow. It hit them upside the head and they fell, gasping dramatically- a sure sign you hadn’t hit a nerve. They laid on the ground kicking their feet like a child because you made no move to apologize, and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t understand you. Why’re you still here, anyway?”
“What do you mean~ I’m always everywhere~!”
You didn’t even bother to hide your shrieks anymore- the ink demon giggled like a child, appearing behind you so randomly with that cheeky grin on their expression. They watched your turn to fall and hit the ground while they took your place on the sofa with their signature smirk.
Honest to god, if you didn’t like MK you would’ve killed this guy. Well, as much as those Bendy games have taught you, anyway.
You laid on the floor, accepting your fate of lying there till you feel like standing. Inky- (Minky? What the fuck do you even- y’know what)- Ink MK made himself comfortable on your sofa, peering down at you with empty, glowing eyes and a tail that swayed behind them like a cat ready to pounce.
You stared right back, maybe a bit too much when your eyes started wandering for your own good- but hey, blame it on the ink demon. It’s their fault for walking around as naked as a fucking- whatever.
You catch the scars, and you blinked.
“Whoa.”
“Whoa, what? Are you finally realizing how gorgeous I am?” The ink demon turned his head with dramatic flourish. “Ugh, finally. I told him you’d understand true beauty one day!”
You deadpanned, “No. I’m talking about those-” and pointed. The ink demon followed your direction, staring at the light blue scars around their chest. They tilted their head, gently touching them before looking back at you with confusion. “How’d you get ‘em?”
“I thought all humans understood these concepts?” They stopped. “Then again, you are an idiot.”
“Take that back.”
“What’s 6 x 3? And don’t use your fingers.”
You glared and they chuckled, “Exactly.” before crossing their arms over their chest, and one leg over the other. He hummed, “But really. I thought you and the har- MK- had that in common?”
“Had what in common?” You finally stood, curiosity piqued, and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, staring at the ink demon’s scars. It was probably a good thing they didn’t have a clue about social norms- normally that would earn you a weirdo status, but the ink demon was in no place to talk. Instead, he merely allowed you to stare, while trying to remember whenever the noodle boy was always talking to or about you. He usually spent his time sleeping and making MK miserable, you couldn’t blame him for not remembering much.
He rolled his eyes. “The terms.”
“Uh huh.”
“You know.”
You blinked and stared, and they stared right back.
Eventually, they came to the conclusion that you were an idiot, and sat up in their position, turning to face you. You watched with mild interest as they gestured at their scars, and huffed.
“These are called…top scars.”
“Why the fuck do you have top scars?”
“Look me in the eye, and ask me that question again.”
They watched your brain slowly process the new information, a small ‘o’ shape on your lips as it struck you finally. They crossed their arms, rolling their eyes playfully while you bow your head apologetically.
Surely, that meant this was over.
“Can I touch them?”
No, no it wasn’t.
Ink MK was shameless. He had no social etiquette whatsoever, which was pretty obvious with how he carried himself around. So, your question didn’t put him off. Rather, it made him stare at you curiously, because you didn’t seem to have the brain cells to have any embarrassment.
They supposed, they didn’t mind, then. You at least asked- and your pouting expression was unfortunately difficult to ignore. They figured they’d humor you for a while, and then go back to terrorizing you again, so they agreed, waiting for you to wipe your sweaty palms before gingerly tracing the markings left behind- a mimicry of MK’s, but still real nonetheless.
You inched closer, till you were pretty much sitting on their lap at this point, and they found it amusing how you had yet to realize what you were doing, too intrigued by the way his scars glowed a light blue, in a sort of starry pattern.
You asked, “Why do you keep them if you can shapeshift?”
“Because they’re interesting.” Ink MK placed his hands on your hips. “And I suppose, because the idiot fought hard for ‘em. I like terrorizing him, but-” He shrugged. “At the same time, I’m not half as cruel. I don’t want him thinking, you know.”
Huh.
“I hate him, by the way.”
Nevermind, he didn’t have a soft spot for MK, they were just…surprisingly considerate. You never thought you’d be saying that about Ink MK of all people, but here you were.
….wait.
“Oh. Uh-” You blinked and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I got carried away. I should go-”
“Aw, why~?” There he was, the same jackass from before. Ink MK faked a pout, holding you where you sat. “I really liked seeing you on top of me. You’re cute.”
“You-” You exhaled, praying MK would have the dignity to forgive you for what you were about to do. This guy was such an asshole- and here you were, thinking maybe he wasn’t so bad.
And then they went on and on, blabbering, probably trying to tease you for being so curious and on their lap. Your eyes twitched momentarily, listening to him ramble, and did the unexpected.
Ink MK fell silent. They were trying to process something, but somewhere along the line their brain died on them, because they were touching something soft and warm.
Well, their lips were, at least. And yours were, too. They were holding you on their lap, and you were kissing them, holding them by the shoulders to mash your lips against theirs to shut them up.
And, well, you succeeded alright. They were quiet.
But now, now they knew what they wanted everytime they came to visit you, and if you wanted them quiet, you’d have no choice but to comply, right?
Oh dear.
Extra! MK: gay Ink MK: you're gay-er MK: MK: who told you Ink MK: ....are you fucking kidding me
produced by usagiiribbons, 25.11.2023, do not copy, repost or translate my works without my consent! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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greetings, Usagii 'Ribbons'
ive come forth to bring thou a humble request for (you guessed it) an ink mk x gender neutral reader.. 💙
i uhmm,, (did not plan ahead) inky is transgender because there will be no cishets on my watch. they get to have cool top surgery scars <3 perhaps the reader could also be trans? maybe they havent gotten gender affirming surgery hence, why they would be curious towards inkys scars..
andandthey would,, ask to touch it ands they endup piled ontop ofeachother and they wwould k kiss it...
uhhh they kiss. (ans the crowd cheers)
unfortunate that i am so gay that i cannot verbally express my wishes. apologies for the vague request, i give thou permission to do whatever thou pleases.. i only humbly want transgender inky 🙏🙏
i will be a happy man for that.
thank you for your time, my lord.
kind regards, Anx
[ bonus inky with top scars i just doodled :) ]
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OOH, SCARS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ....
: ̗̀➛ starring . . . ink mk
: ̗̀➛ guest-stars . . . you, mk
: ̗̀➛ rating . . . gender neutral trans-implied reader, second pov, trans mk/ink mk, he/they pronouns for ink mk, mildly suggestive, fluff, meme references, post s4, ink mk says trans rights
: ̗̀➛ director's notes . . . anx you're gay
MK carried the ink demon around like a pet. 
You didn’t question it (rather, you decided not to question it) because MK always had weird ideas whenever he was in one of his weird moods. He was a sweetheart, but you’d be lying if he wasn’t a little bit of a crackhead like his bestie Mei. They and Mr. Tang were birds of a feather, literally, so you wouldn’t be very surprised when one day you hear Pigsy or Red die from heart failure from their shenanigans.
But, this wasn’t about them. Not yet, anyway- this was about the little ink demon your friend insisted he carried on. However they escaped the scroll, they latched onto MK like a parasite, and you could tell it was stressing the hero out with the ink demon’s negativity. After what happened with Azure and company, he needed a break, so you offered to watch the ink demon for him to rest.
This was a bad idea, for many reasons, but most specifically: you were a human with no special powers if you countered stupidity as one, and you were certain by the time the day was over you’d either end up like that guy from Venom, Tobey Macguire’s bully Peter from SpiderMan 3 or that horror movie called Parasite.
That second option was actually very tempting- but besides the point.
The entire time you had the ink demon in your home, you made sure the doors and any visible crack or crevice was locked. That ink menace would take any opportunity to make a run for it and if he managed to escape and cause trouble for MK you were gonna (try) strangle him.
For the most part though, they…were calm, for some reason. You had figured without MK around they’d run around causing havoc, but no, nothing remotely hinting they were itching to cause trouble.
They were just, there. Sitting atop your table, legs swinging to and fro, occasionally messing with your electronics all while you sat on your couch, watching them.
And your brain went back to a thought you had long since forgotten- a few little things that had you staring more than you should. 
Like, for example, brief feelings you had for your friend.
Ah, fucking feelings. God just loved spiting you like that, didn’t he? Reminding you of those things when you least expected it.
“Whatcha staring at?” Ink MK spoke up from their place on your table, boredly flicking through channels on the TV. Their empty eyes were directed towards you in a glance, a brow quirking up in question while you shook your head. Their lips curved into a grin, “Am I that pretty you just can’t stop staring~?”
“Shut up-” You warned and grabbed a pillow. They snickered at your failed attempt at a threat, and you scowled. “Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“Remind me again, who was staring at who now?”
You fell silent, and he continued, “Now I’m curious. You got a crush on me, or the harbinger? You’ve been ogling me damn~ I’m honored.”
“MK.”
“What?”
“MK. Stop calling him that.” You threw the pillow. It hit them upside the head and they fell, gasping dramatically- a sure sign you hadn’t hit a nerve. They laid on the ground kicking their feet like a child because you made no move to apologize, and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t understand you. Why’re you still here, anyway?”
“What do you mean~ I’m always everywhere~!”
You didn’t even bother to hide your shrieks anymore- the ink demon giggled like a child, appearing behind you so randomly with that cheeky grin on their expression. They watched your turn to fall and hit the ground while they took your place on the sofa with their signature smirk.
Honest to god, if you didn’t like MK you would’ve killed this guy. Well, as much as those Bendy games have taught you, anyway.
You laid on the floor, accepting your fate of lying there till you feel like standing. Inky- (Minky? What the fuck do you even- y’know what)- Ink MK made himself comfortable on your sofa, peering down at you with empty, glowing eyes and a tail that swayed behind them like a cat ready to pounce.
You stared right back, maybe a bit too much when your eyes started wandering for your own good- but hey, blame it on the ink demon. It’s their fault for walking around as naked as a fucking- whatever.
You catch the scars, and you blinked.
“Whoa.”
“Whoa, what? Are you finally realizing how gorgeous I am?” The ink demon turned his head with dramatic flourish. “Ugh, finally. I told him you’d understand true beauty one day!”
You deadpanned, “No. I’m talking about those-” and pointed. The ink demon followed your direction, staring at the light blue scars around their chest. They tilted their head, gently touching them before looking back at you with confusion. “How’d you get ‘em?”
“I thought all humans understood these concepts?” They stopped. “Then again, you are an idiot.”
“Take that back.”
“What’s 6 x 3? And don’t use your fingers.”
You glared and they chuckled, “Exactly.” before crossing their arms over their chest, and one leg over the other. He hummed, “But really. I thought you and the har- MK- had that in common?”
“Had what in common?” You finally stood, curiosity piqued, and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, staring at the ink demon’s scars. It was probably a good thing they didn’t have a clue about social norms- normally that would earn you a weirdo status, but the ink demon was in no place to talk. Instead, he merely allowed you to stare, while trying to remember whenever the noodle boy was always talking to or about you. He usually spent his time sleeping and making MK miserable, you couldn’t blame him for not remembering much.
He rolled his eyes. “The terms.”
“Uh huh.”
“You know.”
You blinked and stared, and they stared right back.
Eventually, they came to the conclusion that you were an idiot, and sat up in their position, turning to face you. You watched with mild interest as they gestured at their scars, and huffed.
“These are called…top scars.”
“Why the fuck do you have top scars?”
“Look me in the eye, and ask me that question again.”
They watched your brain slowly process the new information, a small ‘o’ shape on your lips as it struck you finally. They crossed their arms, rolling their eyes playfully while you bow your head apologetically.
Surely, that meant this was over.
“Can I touch them?”
No, no it wasn’t.
Ink MK was shameless. He had no social etiquette whatsoever, which was pretty obvious with how he carried himself around. So, your question didn’t put him off. Rather, it made him stare at you curiously, because you didn’t seem to have the brain cells to have any embarrassment.
They supposed, they didn’t mind, then. You at least asked- and your pouting expression was unfortunately difficult to ignore. They figured they’d humor you for a while, and then go back to terrorizing you again, so they agreed, waiting for you to wipe your sweaty palms before gingerly tracing the markings left behind- a mimicry of MK’s, but still real nonetheless.
You inched closer, till you were pretty much sitting on their lap at this point, and they found it amusing how you had yet to realize what you were doing, too intrigued by the way his scars glowed a light blue, in a sort of starry pattern.
You asked, “Why do you keep them if you can shapeshift?”
“Because they’re interesting.” Ink MK placed his hands on your hips. “And I suppose, because the idiot fought hard for ‘em. I like terrorizing him, but-” He shrugged. “At the same time, I’m not half as cruel. I don’t want him thinking, you know.”
Huh.
“I hate him, by the way.”
Nevermind, he didn’t have a soft spot for MK, they were just…surprisingly considerate. You never thought you’d be saying that about Ink MK of all people, but here you were.
….wait.
“Oh. Uh-” You blinked and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I got carried away. I should go-”
“Aw, why~?” There he was, the same jackass from before. Ink MK faked a pout, holding you where you sat. “I really liked seeing you on top of me. You’re cute.”
“You-” You exhaled, praying MK would have the dignity to forgive you for what you were about to do. This guy was such an asshole- and here you were, thinking maybe he wasn’t so bad.
And then they went on and on, blabbering, probably trying to tease you for being so curious and on their lap. Your eyes twitched momentarily, listening to him ramble, and did the unexpected.
Ink MK fell silent. They were trying to process something, but somewhere along the line their brain died on them, because they were touching something soft and warm.
Well, their lips were, at least. And yours were, too. They were holding you on their lap, and you were kissing them, holding them by the shoulders to mash your lips against theirs to shut them up.
And, well, you succeeded alright. They were quiet.
But now, now they knew what they wanted everytime they came to visit you, and if you wanted them quiet, you’d have no choice but to comply, right?
Oh dear.
Extra! MK: gay Ink MK: you're gay-er MK: MK: who told you Ink MK: ....are you fucking kidding me
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greetings, Usagii 'Ribbons'
ive come forth to bring thou a humble request for (you guessed it) an ink mk x gender neutral reader.. 💙
i uhmm,, (did not plan ahead) inky is transgender because there will be no cishets on my watch. they get to have cool top surgery scars <3 perhaps the reader could also be trans? maybe they havent gotten gender affirming surgery hence, why they would be curious towards inkys scars..
andandthey would,, ask to touch it ands they endup piled ontop ofeachother and they wwould k kiss it...
uhhh they kiss. (ans the crowd cheers)
unfortunate that i am so gay that i cannot verbally express my wishes. apologies for the vague request, i give thou permission to do whatever thou pleases.. i only humbly want transgender inky 🙏🙏
i will be a happy man for that.
thank you for your time, my lord.
kind regards, Anx
[ bonus inky with top scars i just doodled :) ]
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OOH, SCARS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ....
: ̗̀➛ starring . . . ink mk
: ̗̀➛ guest-stars . . . you, mk
: ̗̀➛ rating . . . gender neutral trans-implied reader, second pov, trans mk/ink mk, he/they pronouns for ink mk, mildly suggestive, fluff, meme references, post s4, ink mk says trans rights
: ̗̀➛ director's notes . . . anx you're gay
MK carried the ink demon around like a pet. 
You didn’t question it (rather, you decided not to question it) because MK always had weird ideas whenever he was in one of his weird moods. He was a sweetheart, but you’d be lying if he wasn’t a little bit of a crackhead like his bestie Mei. They and Mr. Tang were birds of a feather, literally, so you wouldn’t be very surprised when one day you hear Pigsy or Red die from heart failure from their shenanigans.
But, this wasn’t about them. Not yet, anyway- this was about the little ink demon your friend insisted he carried on. However they escaped the scroll, they latched onto MK like a parasite, and you could tell it was stressing the hero out with the ink demon’s negativity. After what happened with Azure and company, he needed a break, so you offered to watch the ink demon for him to rest.
This was a bad idea, for many reasons, but most specifically: you were a human with no special powers if you countered stupidity as one, and you were certain by the time the day was over you’d either end up like that guy from Venom, Tobey Macguire’s bully Peter from SpiderMan 3 or that horror movie called Parasite.
That second option was actually very tempting- but besides the point.
The entire time you had the ink demon in your home, you made sure the doors and any visible crack or crevice was locked. That ink menace would take any opportunity to make a run for it and if he managed to escape and cause trouble for MK you were gonna (try) strangle him.
For the most part though, they…were calm, for some reason. You had figured without MK around they’d run around causing havoc, but no, nothing remotely hinting they were itching to cause trouble.
They were just, there. Sitting atop your table, legs swinging to and fro, occasionally messing with your electronics all while you sat on your couch, watching them.
And your brain went back to a thought you had long since forgotten- a few little things that had you staring more than you should. 
Like, for example, brief feelings you had for your friend.
Ah, fucking feelings. God just loved spiting you like that, didn’t he? Reminding you of those things when you least expected it.
“Whatcha staring at?” Ink MK spoke up from their place on your table, boredly flicking through channels on the TV. Their empty eyes were directed towards you in a glance, a brow quirking up in question while you shook your head. Their lips curved into a grin, “Am I that pretty you just can’t stop staring~?”
“Shut up-” You warned and grabbed a pillow. They snickered at your failed attempt at a threat, and you scowled. “Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“Remind me again, who was staring at who now?”
You fell silent, and he continued, “Now I’m curious. You got a crush on me, or the harbinger? You’ve been ogling me damn~ I’m honored.”
“MK.”
“What?”
“MK. Stop calling him that.” You threw the pillow. It hit them upside the head and they fell, gasping dramatically- a sure sign you hadn’t hit a nerve. They laid on the ground kicking their feet like a child because you made no move to apologize, and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t understand you. Why’re you still here, anyway?”
“What do you mean~ I’m always everywhere~!”
You didn’t even bother to hide your shrieks anymore- the ink demon giggled like a child, appearing behind you so randomly with that cheeky grin on their expression. They watched your turn to fall and hit the ground while they took your place on the sofa with their signature smirk.
Honest to god, if you didn’t like MK you would’ve killed this guy. Well, as much as those Bendy games have taught you, anyway.
You laid on the floor, accepting your fate of lying there till you feel like standing. Inky- (Minky? What the fuck do you even- y’know what)- Ink MK made himself comfortable on your sofa, peering down at you with empty, glowing eyes and a tail that swayed behind them like a cat ready to pounce.
You stared right back, maybe a bit too much when your eyes started wandering for your own good- but hey, blame it on the ink demon. It’s their fault for walking around as naked as a fucking- whatever.
You catch the scars, and you blinked.
“Whoa.”
“Whoa, what? Are you finally realizing how gorgeous I am?” The ink demon turned his head with dramatic flourish. “Ugh, finally. I told him you’d understand true beauty one day!”
You deadpanned, “No. I’m talking about those-” and pointed. The ink demon followed your direction, staring at the light blue scars around their chest. They tilted their head, gently touching them before looking back at you with confusion. “How’d you get ‘em?”
“I thought all humans understood these concepts?” They stopped. “Then again, you are an idiot.”
“Take that back.”
“What’s 6 x 3? And don’t use your fingers.”
You glared and they chuckled, “Exactly.” before crossing their arms over their chest, and one leg over the other. He hummed, “But really. I thought you and the har- MK- had that in common?”
“Had what in common?” You finally stood, curiosity piqued, and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, staring at the ink demon’s scars. It was probably a good thing they didn’t have a clue about social norms- normally that would earn you a weirdo status, but the ink demon was in no place to talk. Instead, he merely allowed you to stare, while trying to remember whenever the noodle boy was always talking to or about you. He usually spent his time sleeping and making MK miserable, you couldn’t blame him for not remembering much.
He rolled his eyes. “The terms.”
“Uh huh.”
“You know.”
You blinked and stared, and they stared right back.
Eventually, they came to the conclusion that you were an idiot, and sat up in their position, turning to face you. You watched with mild interest as they gestured at their scars, and huffed.
“These are called…top scars.”
“Why the fuck do you have top scars?”
“Look me in the eye, and ask me that question again.”
They watched your brain slowly process the new information, a small ‘o’ shape on your lips as it struck you finally. They crossed their arms, rolling their eyes playfully while you bow your head apologetically.
Surely, that meant this was over.
“Can I touch them?”
No, no it wasn’t.
Ink MK was shameless. He had no social etiquette whatsoever, which was pretty obvious with how he carried himself around. So, your question didn’t put him off. Rather, it made him stare at you curiously, because you didn’t seem to have the brain cells to have any embarrassment.
They supposed, they didn’t mind, then. You at least asked- and your pouting expression was unfortunately difficult to ignore. They figured they’d humor you for a while, and then go back to terrorizing you again, so they agreed, waiting for you to wipe your sweaty palms before gingerly tracing the markings left behind- a mimicry of MK’s, but still real nonetheless.
You inched closer, till you were pretty much sitting on their lap at this point, and they found it amusing how you had yet to realize what you were doing, too intrigued by the way his scars glowed a light blue, in a sort of starry pattern.
You asked, “Why do you keep them if you can shapeshift?”
“Because they’re interesting.” Ink MK placed his hands on your hips. “And I suppose, because the idiot fought hard for ‘em. I like terrorizing him, but-” He shrugged. “At the same time, I’m not half as cruel. I don’t want him thinking, you know.”
Huh.
“I hate him, by the way.”
Nevermind, he didn’t have a soft spot for MK, they were just…surprisingly considerate. You never thought you’d be saying that about Ink MK of all people, but here you were.
….wait.
“Oh. Uh-” You blinked and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I got carried away. I should go-”
“Aw, why~?” There he was, the same jackass from before. Ink MK faked a pout, holding you where you sat. “I really liked seeing you on top of me. You’re cute.”
“You-” You exhaled, praying MK would have the dignity to forgive you for what you were about to do. This guy was such an asshole- and here you were, thinking maybe he wasn’t so bad.
And then they went on and on, blabbering, probably trying to tease you for being so curious and on their lap. Your eyes twitched momentarily, listening to him ramble, and did the unexpected.
Ink MK fell silent. They were trying to process something, but somewhere along the line their brain died on them, because they were touching something soft and warm.
Well, their lips were, at least. And yours were, too. They were holding you on their lap, and you were kissing them, holding them by the shoulders to mash your lips against theirs to shut them up.
And, well, you succeeded alright. They were quiet.
But now, now they knew what they wanted everytime they came to visit you, and if you wanted them quiet, you’d have no choice but to comply, right?
Oh dear.
Extra! MK: gay Ink MK: you're gay-er MK: MK: who told you Ink MK: ....are you fucking kidding me
produced by usagiiribbons, 25.11.2023, do not copy, repost or translate my works without my consent! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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BY THE FUCKING GODS WE WIN.
greetings, Usagii 'Ribbons'
ive come forth to bring thou a humble request for (you guessed it) an ink mk x gender neutral reader.. 💙
i uhmm,, (did not plan ahead) inky is transgender because there will be no cishets on my watch. they get to have cool top surgery scars <3 perhaps the reader could also be trans? maybe they havent gotten gender affirming surgery hence, why they would be curious towards inkys scars..
andandthey would,, ask to touch it ands they endup piled ontop ofeachother and they wwould k kiss it...
uhhh they kiss. (ans the crowd cheers)
unfortunate that i am so gay that i cannot verbally express my wishes. apologies for the vague request, i give thou permission to do whatever thou pleases.. i only humbly want transgender inky 🙏🙏
i will be a happy man for that.
thank you for your time, my lord.
kind regards, Anx
[ bonus inky with top scars i just doodled :) ]
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OOH, SCARS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ....
: ̗̀➛ starring . . . ink mk
: ̗̀➛ guest-stars . . . you, mk
: ̗̀➛ rating . . . gender neutral trans-implied reader, second pov, trans mk/ink mk, he/they pronouns for ink mk, mildly suggestive, fluff, meme references, post s4, ink mk says trans rights
: ̗̀➛ director's notes . . . anx you're gay
MK carried the ink demon around like a pet. 
You didn’t question it (rather, you decided not to question it) because MK always had weird ideas whenever he was in one of his weird moods. He was a sweetheart, but you’d be lying if he wasn’t a little bit of a crackhead like his bestie Mei. They and Mr. Tang were birds of a feather, literally, so you wouldn’t be very surprised when one day you hear Pigsy or Red die from heart failure from their shenanigans.
But, this wasn’t about them. Not yet, anyway- this was about the little ink demon your friend insisted he carried on. However they escaped the scroll, they latched onto MK like a parasite, and you could tell it was stressing the hero out with the ink demon’s negativity. After what happened with Azure and company, he needed a break, so you offered to watch the ink demon for him to rest.
This was a bad idea, for many reasons, but most specifically: you were a human with no special powers if you countered stupidity as one, and you were certain by the time the day was over you’d either end up like that guy from Venom, Tobey Macguire’s bully Peter from SpiderMan 3 or that horror movie called Parasite.
That second option was actually very tempting- but besides the point.
The entire time you had the ink demon in your home, you made sure the doors and any visible crack or crevice was locked. That ink menace would take any opportunity to make a run for it and if he managed to escape and cause trouble for MK you were gonna (try) strangle him.
For the most part though, they…were calm, for some reason. You had figured without MK around they’d run around causing havoc, but no, nothing remotely hinting they were itching to cause trouble.
They were just, there. Sitting atop your table, legs swinging to and fro, occasionally messing with your electronics all while you sat on your couch, watching them.
And your brain went back to a thought you had long since forgotten- a few little things that had you staring more than you should. 
Like, for example, brief feelings you had for your friend.
Ah, fucking feelings. God just loved spiting you like that, didn’t he? Reminding you of those things when you least expected it.
“Whatcha staring at?” Ink MK spoke up from their place on your table, boredly flicking through channels on the TV. Their empty eyes were directed towards you in a glance, a brow quirking up in question while you shook your head. Their lips curved into a grin, “Am I that pretty you just can’t stop staring~?”
“Shut up-” You warned and grabbed a pillow. They snickered at your failed attempt at a threat, and you scowled. “Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“Remind me again, who was staring at who now?”
You fell silent, and he continued, “Now I’m curious. You got a crush on me, or the harbinger? You’ve been ogling me damn~ I’m honored.”
“MK.”
“What?”
“MK. Stop calling him that.” You threw the pillow. It hit them upside the head and they fell, gasping dramatically- a sure sign you hadn’t hit a nerve. They laid on the ground kicking their feet like a child because you made no move to apologize, and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t understand you. Why’re you still here, anyway?”
“What do you mean~ I’m always everywhere~!”
You didn’t even bother to hide your shrieks anymore- the ink demon giggled like a child, appearing behind you so randomly with that cheeky grin on their expression. They watched your turn to fall and hit the ground while they took your place on the sofa with their signature smirk.
Honest to god, if you didn’t like MK you would’ve killed this guy. Well, as much as those Bendy games have taught you, anyway.
You laid on the floor, accepting your fate of lying there till you feel like standing. Inky- (Minky? What the fuck do you even- y’know what)- Ink MK made himself comfortable on your sofa, peering down at you with empty, glowing eyes and a tail that swayed behind them like a cat ready to pounce.
You stared right back, maybe a bit too much when your eyes started wandering for your own good- but hey, blame it on the ink demon. It’s their fault for walking around as naked as a fucking- whatever.
You catch the scars, and you blinked.
“Whoa.”
“Whoa, what? Are you finally realizing how gorgeous I am?” The ink demon turned his head with dramatic flourish. “Ugh, finally. I told him you’d understand true beauty one day!”
You deadpanned, “No. I’m talking about those-” and pointed. The ink demon followed your direction, staring at the light blue scars around their chest. They tilted their head, gently touching them before looking back at you with confusion. “How’d you get ‘em?”
“I thought all humans understood these concepts?” They stopped. “Then again, you are an idiot.”
“Take that back.”
“What’s 6 x 3? And don’t use your fingers.”
You glared and they chuckled, “Exactly.” before crossing their arms over their chest, and one leg over the other. He hummed, “But really. I thought you and the har- MK- had that in common?”
“Had what in common?” You finally stood, curiosity piqued, and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, staring at the ink demon’s scars. It was probably a good thing they didn’t have a clue about social norms- normally that would earn you a weirdo status, but the ink demon was in no place to talk. Instead, he merely allowed you to stare, while trying to remember whenever the noodle boy was always talking to or about you. He usually spent his time sleeping and making MK miserable, you couldn’t blame him for not remembering much.
He rolled his eyes. “The terms.”
“Uh huh.”
“You know.”
You blinked and stared, and they stared right back.
Eventually, they came to the conclusion that you were an idiot, and sat up in their position, turning to face you. You watched with mild interest as they gestured at their scars, and huffed.
“These are called…top scars.”
“Why the fuck do you have top scars?”
“Look me in the eye, and ask me that question again.”
They watched your brain slowly process the new information, a small ‘o’ shape on your lips as it struck you finally. They crossed their arms, rolling their eyes playfully while you bow your head apologetically.
Surely, that meant this was over.
“Can I touch them?”
No, no it wasn’t.
Ink MK was shameless. He had no social etiquette whatsoever, which was pretty obvious with how he carried himself around. So, your question didn’t put him off. Rather, it made him stare at you curiously, because you didn’t seem to have the brain cells to have any embarrassment.
They supposed, they didn’t mind, then. You at least asked- and your pouting expression was unfortunately difficult to ignore. They figured they’d humor you for a while, and then go back to terrorizing you again, so they agreed, waiting for you to wipe your sweaty palms before gingerly tracing the markings left behind- a mimicry of MK’s, but still real nonetheless.
You inched closer, till you were pretty much sitting on their lap at this point, and they found it amusing how you had yet to realize what you were doing, too intrigued by the way his scars glowed a light blue, in a sort of starry pattern.
You asked, “Why do you keep them if you can shapeshift?”
“Because they’re interesting.” Ink MK placed his hands on your hips. “And I suppose, because the idiot fought hard for ‘em. I like terrorizing him, but-” He shrugged. “At the same time, I’m not half as cruel. I don’t want him thinking, you know.”
Huh.
“I hate him, by the way.”
Nevermind, he didn’t have a soft spot for MK, they were just…surprisingly considerate. You never thought you’d be saying that about Ink MK of all people, but here you were.
….wait.
“Oh. Uh-” You blinked and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I got carried away. I should go-”
“Aw, why~?” There he was, the same jackass from before. Ink MK faked a pout, holding you where you sat. “I really liked seeing you on top of me. You’re cute.”
“You-” You exhaled, praying MK would have the dignity to forgive you for what you were about to do. This guy was such an asshole- and here you were, thinking maybe he wasn’t so bad.
And then they went on and on, blabbering, probably trying to tease you for being so curious and on their lap. Your eyes twitched momentarily, listening to him ramble, and did the unexpected.
Ink MK fell silent. They were trying to process something, but somewhere along the line their brain died on them, because they were touching something soft and warm.
Well, their lips were, at least. And yours were, too. They were holding you on their lap, and you were kissing them, holding them by the shoulders to mash your lips against theirs to shut them up.
And, well, you succeeded alright. They were quiet.
But now, now they knew what they wanted everytime they came to visit you, and if you wanted them quiet, you’d have no choice but to comply, right?
Oh dear.
Extra! MK: gay Ink MK: you're gay-er MK: MK: who told you Ink MK: ....are you fucking kidding me
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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have i ever told tmblr abt this short fic i wrote
Maybe i'll post the doc link lol
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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it is CRINGE of me to be sad on main wtf heres wips
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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you ever just go on google maps and set the date to 2019 and looking at your home from that time and cry bc everything changed so much in just a couple of years and you realize that you lost 3 years of your life bc a virus decided it would be silly to put the whole world into lockdown
no?
just me?
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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greetings!
dont mind the weird wording im no writer lol
enjoy :3
have i ever told tmblr abt this short fic i wrote
Maybe i'll post the doc link lol
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cheez-cuits · 5 months
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after a millenia i finally post smth on here anyways i wrote this at like 11pm as a vent lmao its based off of me n my funky little voices 😁
Have fun ig o7
DOODBLE DUO FIC HERE !!!!
have i ever told tmblr abt this short fic i wrote
Maybe i'll post the doc link lol
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