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rosesdrabbleblog · 2 years
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I have to be honest: I don’t think I’ll be posting on this blog anymore. Originally it was due to writers block, but overtime more and more happened. I ended up spending more time focusing on my relationship and life itself that I forgot about writing, but now it feels very bittersweet looking at my blog. Techno passed away and I felt devastated. Not to mention I’ve been very mentally unwell the past couple months or so, and don’t know how to get out of it. My interests from mcyt have also started fading a bit, and I’ve found myself wanting to write for other projects. If I make an account for that, I will let you all know.
For now though, I think, I shall leave this here. I have no intentions of deleting this blog as I am proud of the work I put here. But I don’t see it continuing again. Unless by some miracle my mcyt hyper fixation comes back and knocks my Resident Evil hyper fixation back. That would be pretty funny.
For now, goodbye.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 2 years
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I really said “I wanna write again” and then didn’t 💀
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Hey since I’m coming back to writing, a friendly reminder that this is an 18+ blog. If you don’t have your age or some indicator that you are an adult, I will be blocking you to be safe. I briefly went through my followers list and had to block not one, but four minors. I know I’ve been away but honestly, please read my damn posts. They’re there for a reason.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Thinking about finally getting getting back into writing and starting with Have a Drink With Me part 2. I think I can finally write some stuff the way I want.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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About to pull a Revivebur and come back from the dead.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Apologies. Posted a short drabble I wasn’t completely happy with so I deleted it. I’m either going to try to rewrite it later, or think of something else to write angst about.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Did a couple of edits to the fic, like changing the name back to its original title and fixing some errors I saw. My bad y’all lmao.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Farewell, My Dear
Pairing: c!Wilbur x gen!reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of death, hopeful ending
Notes: I wanted to write angst at one point, but didn't think I would be inspired the way I was to do so. This is sort of vent writing, I guess. But I am proud of it. Also to cause even further pain: have fun reading the ending when you know how Ghostbur dies.
You weren’t necessarily childhood friends with Wilbur Soot. In fact, you had known him for around ten to eleven months. But it seemed like you had known him forever. And while you had sworn you wouldn’t fall for him, you did anyway. You weren’t sure what it was, the cute little names he gave you, the compliments he randomly threw at you, his beautiful brown eyes, his smile that made you smile, his stupid jokes....you liked everything about him. I mean, who wouldn’t?
You did everything together. It seemed like you two had talked every day to the point other friends would go “hey, you never hang out with me anymore!” But you couldn’t hear it over the loud beating of your heart as he spoke to you. All of your senses were just flooded with him, and him only.
The unfortunate thing was, Wilbur Soot was in love. He spoke of her often, showing you an image of a smiling girl on a beach. Sally was her name, and she was his everything. "Oh, you'd love her, darling. She's just....wonderful," he'd tell you. You always smiled and nodded, listening to him talk about how him and Sally were going out later that day, or talking about what they did on the beach. Your heart ached at his words, but you had gotten very good at hiding your pain. You thanked whatever was up above that he didn’t live near you, otherwise he’d know just how often you cried yourself to sleep thinking about him.
“I’m so happy for you,” you’d lie, smiling widely as he talked about her. “Good for you!” you’d say when he brought up that the two of them were becoming official. And when he told you he had a son....you felt like the world was crashing down on you. You didn’t even get to meet Fundy, only hearing about Wilbur’s “little champion” from letters he sent. You still remember the simple goodbye he had given when he moved away. He promised he’d send letters, and always be there for you. "Do not worry, my sweet friend, I will fill you in on absolutely everything," he swore. “I know you will,” you had said as you waved goodbye.
But he didn’t keep his promise for long.
The last letter you received from your dearest Wilbur was from years ago. In the letter, he spoke of nothing but Sally and Fundy, talking about how excited he was to finally have a family. You wrote a simple “I’m so glad, Wilbur,”back along with a few things about your day, but your letter never got a response.
You waited for years before you finally got something. It was running into Phil one day.
Phil greeted you warmly after you ran over to say hello, remembering you from a couple of Wilbur's letters. It was from Phil you leaned that Wilbur apparently established a nation with his son and a few others, him being elected president of said nation. “He seemed rather happy in all his letters, but they...they stopped a bit ago,” Phil said. He told you he was going to go check on Wilbur, and that he would let you know what he was up to when he got back.
You received a letter a few days after, one that made you slam your fist into a wall, letting out sobs. He was gone. Wilbur had apparently lost it, and begged his own father to kill him. You couldn’t even find the strength to send a letter back. Your sunshine...your everything...was gone.
You found yourself standing by the ruins of a podium, by a nation standing on its last legs that the man you cared for had built so long ago. You couldn’t even find the energy to cry anymore, all the pain now a dull ache in your heart. You finally got to meet the friends he had spoken of, the son he left behind. Fundy didn’t seem like the little champion Wilbur had spoken of. He seemed nervous and quiet, and the things he told you....it was then you realized the Wilbur you knew had been gone for a while.
You sighed as you watched the lanterns over L’Manburg light up the night. Watched as the young president of the nation walk along, talking excitedly his best friend. Watched as life continued on without Wilbur Soot.
You turned from your spot and came face to face with a pale figure, whose black eyes bore into you. You gasped, “Wil-Wilbur?”
The sight before you was a painful one. A figure who was only a shell of the man you once knew. Wearing a yellow sweatshirt that you remembered all too well from the past. A fluffy blue sheep stayed at his side, pushing its head into his hand.
“Oh...hello! I’m Ghostbur!” the figure greeted you with a small smile, “I assume you’re a friend of Alivebur, yes?” He frowned as you began to cry, “oh no, here. Have some blue,” he said as he shoved some blue into your hands. You stopped crying after a minute, staring down at the material in your hands. “Wh-what?” you asked, confused by the situation. “Oh! So blue takes away your sadness! I give it to everyone nowadays,” he explained cheerfully. You wanted to ask how he was here, how he was a ghost, but you couldn’t find the words. Instead, you let Ghostbur introduce you to his sheep, named Friend. You let him explain what he could to you, despite the fact that he had clear memory issues, and even though his eyes no longer chocolate brown, or himself being alive, you saw the Wilbur you had known. Cheerful, caring, kind....
Maybe this was another chance for you. A strange one, but maybe...
Maybe you could have one more chance with your sunshine.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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I know I’ve been taking breaks, but I wanna announce an official hiatus from the blog. I’ve had a huge lack of motivation and some stuff came up, so I’m gonna be taking a break and not working on fics. I just...can’t stomach the idea of writing right now, I’m sorry. I don’t know when I’ll come back to write, maybe it could even be in a few days for all I know. I just need time to myself right now, and sort some stuff out.
- Rose
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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The Secretary
Pairing: c!Schlatt x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, 18+ content, cursing, degradation, slight dumbification
Notes: This drabble is based off of an idea I sent to Sally a while ago. I've been sitting on it for a bit, but was unsure of where to take it. If a certain friend sees this, no you didn't <3
When you became a secretary under the presidency of Schlatt, you assumed it would be normal. Maybe not the most fun job, since Schlatt was an asshole, but it would pay the bills at least.
That’s what you thought, anyway.
You were currently bent over the presidents desk, skirt pushed up and panties to the side. In the past week or so, Schlatt had managed to seduce you enough that this wasn’t the first time you found yourself in this situation.
One of his hands gripped your throat, keeping you quiet. The other pulled at your hair, his hips thrusting against you roughly. “Look at you,” he taunted, yanking your hair harshly, “such a little slut, aren’t you?” You could only whimper out, too fucked out to even form words. This only fed his ego even more. “What’s wrong? Can’t even form proper words cause you’re getting fucked too good? God, you’re pathetic.”
The degradation only made it worse, you slipping into subspace even more. Schlatt could tell, a chuckle leaving his mouth. “That’s it, doll. Fucked so stupid she can barely form words,” he taunted again, thrusting into you even faster. You gripped the desk as you neared your peak, pleading and begging for him to let you cum.
“Oh, does my pathetic slut want to cum? Do you really deserve it?” he asked, grinning widely. Your whimpers and begs sounded like music to his ears, pleasing him. “Alright doll, I think you’ve earned it,” he said as the hand that had been pulling your hair now moved to your clit, rubbing at it, “cum for me, cum on my cock. Be a good little thing for me.” The added stimulation from his fingers sent you over the edge, and you came with a loud sob. Schlatt groaned as you did, his thrusts getting sloppier as he neared his own peak. “God doll, you get me so worked up. Looking so pretty coming for me.” He pulled your hair again, forcing you right up against his chest as he continued thrusting into you. “I’m gonna cum inside that tight cunt,” he growled, “you’re mine, slut. All mine.” And a few thrusts later, he was coming inside you with a loud moan, no longer caring if anyone heard. The two of you sat in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the pants you let out as you tried to catch your breath. Schlatt got up and began dressing himself, “I gotta finish up some work doll...” he started before realizing you probably couldn’t get up on your own easily. He sighed and helped you to your feet, checking you over to make sure he hadn’t broken you completely.
A side of him was disappointed he hadn’t.
“Alright doll, I gotta finish up some things. Come by later, but take the rest of the day off. You’re gonna need it.”
Just another day working for the asshole himself.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Hey guys! I’m not dead, I’ve just been busy and have had no writing motivation! But uh...I’ve gained some motivation lately, so I’m back to writing! To those who requested something, I see you and I’m working on them! I’m gonna post a c!Schlatt drabble later, it’s not super long, but it’s hot... I’ve been working on it for a bit, but wasn’t sure where to go with it, but I’m really liking it so far!
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Sorry I’ve been away for a bit! Finals week just ended and I’ve been really busy with stuff.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Techno Drabble
Pairing: c!Techno x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, 18+ content, cursing, breeding kink
Notes: This was something I started at like five in the morning one day, and I just got around to finishing it. Kind of self indulgent, I know for a fact a certain someone is gonna give me shit for this later. But here's a little drabble for you guys while I try to figure out how to finish the three other fics I started lol.
“Look at you,” Techno grinned, “pushing up against me like this. Are you that desperate, bunny?” You, who were rutting against his front desperately, nodded quickly. “Tsk tsk tsk. Such a naughty little thing. You don’t really deserve my cock, do you?” You nearly let out a sob, clutching the sheets under you as you continued your movements. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll give you what you want. What you need. What you crave,” he promised, now unbuckling his pants.
He pulled them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing out. He began to stroke himself, letting out a few groans. “Look what you did to me, rabbit. You made me so hard with those cries of yours,” he teased, letting out a few sighs. Techno pulled up your clothes and pushed your panties aside, dragging his fingers through your slick. His fingers dragged across your clit a few times before sinking into you. You sobbed out a moan, pushing back against them roughly. “So desperate for my fingers. Such a naughty little bunny. Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, pet,” he promised. Techno's fingers thrusted into you faster, the hand that had been stroking his cock now moving to your hip. “I’m gonna...” you started to warn him, whining as he slipped his fingers out quickly. He took his cock in his now free hand, coating it with your slick, letting out a groan. Techno pushed his cock against your clit, coating it even more. When he was satisfied, he began to push in.
You whimpered at the stretch, still not used to how big he was in you. Ten inches, to be exact.
“Look at you,” he cooed, “so tight around me. You can take it, I know you can.” He began to thrust into you slowly, grunting as he listened to your whimpers. You closed your eyes at the intense pleasure, hiding in the sheets. Techno noticed, grabbing your jaw and forcing your gaze up into his, “don’t look away from me. Let me watch you crumble in pleasure.” He leaned down and kissed you passionately, drinking in your whimpers and whines. Technos free hand moved down to rub at your clit roughly, grinning at your broken moans. He grunted as you tightened around him, “oh? Is the little one going to cum already? Such a needy little thing.” He sped up his thrusts, growling into your ear, “cum for me, pet. Cum around my cock like the good little bunny you are.” You cried out as you came around his cock, pushing against him roughly. Techno growled, pounding into you faster as he chased his own release. He panted into your neck, “such a good little rabbit. So good for me, so obedient. I’m gonna fill you up, pet. Would you like that?” You whined at his words, nodding profusely. His nails dug into your hips as he thrusted a few more times before stilling, his hot cum filling you up. Techno panted into your neck before he collapsed into the bed beside you. You laid next to him, staring into his eyes with nothing but love and adoration. He reached out and stroked your hair gently, pushing it from your face. It wasn’t long before the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Might say screw it and post a short Techno drabble I’ve been writing in a bit
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Sorry I’ve been away 😭😭 I can’t write anything rn to save my life, but I’m going to try to get some stuff done this weekend! If you want good spicy writing go over to my friend @whatamificingdoing because holy shiiiiitttt he’s feeding Techno stans (and me) so well right now lmao.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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Have a Drink With Me part two is still in limbo because I don’t know where to go with it yet, but I might try to work on it tonight, or start something from the list I came up with.
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rosesdrabbleblog · 3 years
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I was originally planning on making a DreamXD fic because Have a Drink With Me part two is in hell playing solitaire with Wilbur, but now I’m trying to figure out what the hell E/D/TU stands for.
So much for writing a fic tonight when I get thrown into an arg randomly LMAOOOO
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