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fruit-sauce · 8 months

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Thinking about robot/android q!Aypierre with signs of rust on his face from crying and drinking wine

#I usually don’t have ideas for him but this imagery is so good #he’s all visibly made of copper but around his eyes starts to oxidize #qsmp #fs qsmp headcanons #aypierre

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acanthemp3 · 10 months

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idk if anyone wants to hear abt my enstars f2p gacha budgeting but the spreadsheeting is looking DIRE. if i want to keep all 100k in savings i have to max out hermitage mika, ill be able to pull abt 140 times for decadance mika and abt 65 times for astreas atelier shu. not even counting the 2 3stars and 2 4stars ill need to get to maintain completed card albums for both valkyrie members. ITS SO OVER im going to have to give up my dreams arent i

#that might sound like a lot of pulls TO YOU. to ME? i had to spark fs shu and was 50 pulls away from having to spark link click mika #so i dont fucking play around with saving!!!!!!#i think im going to need to choose which is more important bc im not spending money on this gay ass game (dont look at all my merch)#angel.txt

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viktoriakomova · 11 months

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what would happen if an olympic medal was stripped long after the medals had already been awarded and distributed and the IOC was like "you have to give it back" and the athlete(s) were like "no 🫶"

i mean i know the Official Rules say they have to give them back and the NOC is supposed to be responsible for hunting down the medalists and retrieving the medals but as we know certain NOCs are not really beacons of integrity in compliance to official rules as they are written especially not when theyre handed down from entities with no real teeth

#im thinking about the dong fangxiao situation here bc i was talking to my friend earlier about Valievagate (fs)#and how there was no team medal ceremony in beijing last year bc they wanted to sort all this out first #and my assumption is that they were so reluctant to do it and have to go thru the EXTRA trouble of switching them all around #but when its something that is exposed well after the fact (unlike raducan) and the medals were given several years ago...?

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raitrolling · 7 months

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After Pain

[CW: Emetophobia]

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Celise had been unceremoniously ushered out of the clinic late one night, much to their confusion. They barely recalled how they ended up there in the first place, what they were being treated for, and how much time had passed. Everything was… Blurry, clouded, even their senses felt dulled and their memory hazy.

If something was wrong with them, shouldn’t Chryso have done something to fix this?

They had asked the doctor that, but they responded in an incredibly uncharacteristic way that had just made Celise even more confused: This is your life now. If you need help, speak to a mortician, not a doctor.

They had placed a bottle of pills and a prescription into Celise’s hands, and that was that. Upon further examination, they read ‘PHENTERMINE’ and the dosage seemed to be much higher than an ordinary appetite suppressant. Almost as if it was to stop them from eating entirely.

Celise had far too many questions on their mind, but… They were finding it difficult to work up the energy to ask them. It was as if their brain could no longer operate as quickly as it used to, and when they tried to open their mouth their tongue just felt too heavy and their jaw too slack. All that really came to mind was how hungry they felt.

They’ll try one of those pills when they get home, they think.

Few trolls were wandering the streets at this hour, and those who were paid Celise no mind. They didn’t seem to care about the cuspblood’s slow, stumbling gait, their unfocused gaze darting between any sign of movement, and the sludgy liquid drooling from their mouth as they picked up the scent of something delicious.

The cafes and restaurants had closed at this hour, and the general store did not leave any produce outside lest it be spoiled in the rain. They were not close enough to the pier to smell the seafood freshly caught by fishermen, all that could be catching their attention was…

They had vague memories from back at the clinic of tearing into… Something. Grey. Fatty, full of bones, but delicious. Feeling it's cold flesh between their fingers. Crunching on bones until they dissolved. Biting chunk after chunk and barely distinguishing between the harder sinewy meats and the soft organs. Licking blood off their face and teeth. Snarling and clawing at the other trolls in the room until they offered them more meals. Wishing they could have devoured something far more fresh.

But, that can’t be right. They were a vegetarian. Even the smell of meat makes them feel nauseous.

They shook their head, looked down at the pill bottle in their hand, and continued home. Not too long until they can try one of these suppressants and hope it stops those weird thoughts.

It was a short walk to their hive given that they live closer to the centre of the town, and after a long time fumbling with their keys (for some reason they seemed to stick to their hands sometimes…), they arrived home. The air felt slightly damp and musty in a way that they normally would have been concerned that the roof had sprung a leak, but something about it this time just felt inviting. They live in a town plagued by constant heavy rainfall, why wouldn’t they enjoy a bit of moisture?

But, it also made them aware that they haven’t had a shower in who knows how many nights. Their skin felt slick and sweaty, so it was definitely needed.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, however, their reflection in the mirror stopped them in their tracks. The thoughts of showering had already left their mind as they stepped closer to the sink, entranced by their own reflection.

The most obvious change was their eyes, pupils as clouded as their vision felt at times, and scleras tinted teal with heavy bags underneath that made it appear as if they haven’t slept in weeks. They gripped the sides of the sink as they leaned in closer, nose almost touching the mirror. They didn’t have that greenish colouration in their pupils before, which matched the discolouration they could spot around their eyes and corners of their mouth. It was as if their skin had been permanently bruised in places, but the spots and splodges were still deliberately placed.

Their ears twitched in confusion, and they felt their hair brush against something, causing them to move away from the mirror in surprise. Tucking the long strands of fringe behind their ears they found - fins? A single, flat pair with the same green-teal-blue gradient as their eyes and small clusters of spots, but completely non-functional, just like they’ve seen on Vallis and Lernie. They could wiggle their ears like they always could, and while the fins were clearly attached to them, they couldn’t move them separately. They grabbed one of them and gave it a slight tug. Ow, it’s definitely a part of them. But, how?

Then Celise noticed their hands. The skin had similarly discoloured to that greenish hue, but it was darker in tone that faded into a gradient past their wrists. It again reminded them of Vallis’ hands, down to the slight webbing in between them. And… They felt sticky, like there was a thin film covering them. Something that gave them a gut feeling that, if they chose to, they could secrete more slime to allow things to stick to their hands more easily - or, perhaps they could stick to surfaces as well.

In fact, another look in the mirror and then a quick removal of their jumper proved that the film of slime was completely covering them, not sweat like they had originally assumed. They twisted their body to try and get a glimpse of their back, and noticed the discoloration continued down their spine, forming long trails of splodges and spots that started to remind them of their lusus’ patterns. As they turned again they felt the damp air of the bathroom brush against the skin, and realised just how easily they could breathe now. Not just through their lungs (if those were still functional), but through their own skin as well. It felt nice, calming even, like… Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all?

… No, it was gross. It looked wrong, and they hadn’t lost their mind yet to think otherwise.

They stuck out their tongue in disgust at their own reflection, but found out that it just… Kept going. About two feet long by their general estimate, soft and slimy to touch, and after a bit of experimental moving about, fully prehensile. They let out a gurgling screech in shock, and quickly retracted it back into their mouth. It moved almost instantly and sat quite comfortably in their jaw despite the obvious change in size, to the point where it looked very normal whenever they opened their mouth. But despite its trollike appearance, their tongue resembled their lusus’ in terms of function.

There was no mistaking it now, they’ve become some sort of frog-like… Thing. Spontaneously developed all sorts of markings and mutations, just like what happened to Vallis.

No, they knew exactly what sort of thing they'd become.

The gnawing hunger at the back of their mind, the sluggish movements, the supposed taste for troll flesh… There was no worse fate that could have been given to them.

A zombie, but not a traditional kind that they barely accept as a decent monster for a horror film. A weird zombie, one that their boss Aysnir would adore, with a weird appearance that could be mistaken for bad stage makeup, with weird abilities that would catch an audience’s attention but provide no substance to the overall plot and themes, and with a weird overall gimmick that would pit them against some other stupid zombie hybrid the director would salivate over.

They wanted to be mad, furious even, that someone could have done this to them - to murder them for no reason - but… While they could bare their teeth at their reflection and growl and croak, they just didn’t feel like they could get any angrier than that.

Instead of rage, they just felt hungry.

Celise made their way into the kitchen, forgetting that they were only half-dressed, and began to look through the fridge. They vaguely recalled someone telling them while they were at the clinic that they should try out different foods now that they’ve become… This, but their appetite was immediately ruined by the smell of expired milk permeating from a slightly-opened carton. They gagged, holding a hand to their mouth to stop their tongue from lolling out, and proceeded to pour the carton down the sink.

But despite this nausea, their stomach rumbled again. The appetite suppressants were already long-forgotten, as there were far too many things distracting the cuspblood.

Leaving the empty milk carton by the sink, they returned to the fridge and pulled out everything that hadn’t passed its expiry date and started to feverishly tear into them, only to be met with the same disgusted reaction.

The strawberries tasted rotten. The yoghurt’s texture was lumpy and wrong. The cheese tasted like they were shovelling mouthfuls of mold down their throat. Even the crackers they’d grabbed from the pantry had a rancid flavour to them. Everything they tried to eat was rotten and disgusting and wrong and after gagging their way through countless foods, it finally resulted in them doubling over the sink and vomiting up sludgy chunks of barely-digested food and pond scum. Their eyes stung with inky tears and their throat felt like it was burning with reflux.

A few more long minutes of gagging and retching, and eventually they felt like it was all over. They reached over to turn on the tap and washed it all down the sink, and attempted to clean anything that got stuck to their long strands of fringe as well. They hadn’t reacted quick enough to move them away from the sink in time.

With that over, Celise slumped to the ground and lied down, comforted by the coolness of the kitchen tiles. There was no mistaking it now, was there? Their body outright rejected regular food. It was no wonder Chryso had prescribed that medication to them… Medication they should have taken in the first place. They curled up in a fetal position on the floor, bringing their knees as close to their head as they could. They wanted to cry, to mourn the loss of their old life and how nothing would be the same, but they just… Couldn’t.

All senses dulled except for their olfactory senses, all emotions seemingly dulled as well. Gone, and replaced with this weird new body and a constant gnawing hunger. A hunger that claws and craves and whispers sweet songs into the ears that they’ll feel better once they eat more, they’ll feel stronger and clearer-headed and back to how they used to be. But they can’t, they just can’t. No matter how good it smells, how good it tastes, how good it feels in their mouth, they just can’t eat meat. It’s wrong and gross and disgusting and wrong and-

There is a knock at the door, the one closest to the kitchen that leads outdoors.

Their nose twitches, and they smell an offering.

Their eyes widen and they begin to salivate. A long, animalistic noise sounding something between a growl and a croak leaves their throat. They twist unnaturally and start to sit up, their tongue slithering out of their mouth to taste the stray scent of seafood and troll meat in the air. All previous thoughts start melting away, consumed by the desire to be sated.

Like a man possessed, they leap to their feet and make a lunge for the door.

#drabble #celise shoket #chryso haanda #plot: spanner in the works #and there we go! plot is done. nothing went right for anyone. big Fs in the chat all around #also for those who want to read but want to skip the emeto scene: stop reading at the sentence 'instead of rage they just felt hungry'#then scroll down and start reading again from the paragraph that starts with 'with that over Celise slumped to the ground and lied down'#i heavily debated over whether i should have kept that scene in but ultimately felt like it was necessary to show just how bad things are

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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IN OTHER NEWS

i hit 200 followers today!!! so i shall be getting back to the prompts still in my inbox from 100 followers lol, but if anybody wants to send in any new prompts, go ahead! the original post is here!

thank you so much all 201 of you!!! (that's crazy to say) i still remember a few months ago when even one like had me up and jumping around my room so the fact that i'm at this point hasn't even fully registered. but thank you for enjoying me and my silly blog AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY <33333

#i will try my best to get around to all of these!#i have a busy day tomorrow but i'll work on them over the weekend fs #much love!

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jadelavender1301 · 1 year

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Wanted to share a small bit of a wip I am really proud of but will probably never see the light of day. Here is Andrew and Neil’s first “heart to heart” from Andrew’s perspective.

Andrew gives little regard to his own wellbeing. He focuses on his family, ignores the way the foxes talk to him and the threats Riko leveled at him when he rejected the ravens—then again when he stood between him and Kevin. What happens to him has never been a factor in any of his equations. But one thing he will fight for is control. He hates surprises, hates the feeling of the rug being pulled from under his feet.

Sometimes Neil Josten feels a little too much like falling.

He fought to keep his feet planted when Nicky stopped him halfway to the dance floor saying Neil had paid some busboy to knock him out. He told himself he was still in control as Aaron and Kevin dragged an unconscious Neil to the car. He convinced himself Neil was still losing when Andrew picked the lock to his own bathroom and found an open window and clogged toilet. He said he still got enough out of the trip when Renee stood between him and Neil’s safe.

But he couldn’t deny the feeling of losing his grip when Neil finally made it back, swimming in Wymack’s clothes and talking German.

“That’s unexpected. Did no one tell you I hate surprises?” It feels like an oversimplification.

“What makes you think I care?”

“How many languages do you speak, runaway?”

Neil ignored that just as easily as Andrew had ignored him. “Tell me why you did that.”

Andrew hated repeating himself. “I already did. I’m still waiting for your answer.”

“I answered you. I told you I’m not a mole. You’re insane if you think I am.”

It was laughable, the way Neil talks like Andrew is being difficult for not taking a pathological liar’s word as truth.

#my magnum opus fs… if I can ever get around to finishing it #I’ve got about the first book done (and am happy to share clips)#andrew minyard #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andreil #all for the game fanfic

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drowsyr · 8 months

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hihihi friend anon here! i live for your stobin headcanons don't apologise for it being long!!

my friend and i make friendship bracelets for each other every year for our birthdays, but because we were born like two days apart we just end up making them together and swapping. i remember one year i made us matching ones in the colours of the upside down (blue, red, orange, black)!

also yes stobin closet jokes. dustin says something about a coat hanging in his closet for winter and robin laughs so hard, like giggling, that she has to down an entire glass of water.

oh aro stobin is my favourite thing <3 idk if you've read the "aro stobin cinematic universe" series (2 works so far, they're phenomenal) but it was sosososo good!!

steve's parents definitely own a bed that is very big so sometimes stobin have their sleepovers there and jump on the bed like little kids. not like mr and mrs harrington will find out anyways!

also dustin finding it so cute that stobin dyed their hair to match..... he takes a million photos on his mom's camera :O

steve and robin take hair curlers and shit and have a proper spa day one day and they look fabulous after <3

also i love your friendship bracelet headcanons they are so sweet 😭😭

stobin house sitting for the hendersons and breaking into claudia’s hair curlers and making facials… steve is a career cat sitter for claudia i know this is true

erica does make fun of them for being dorks and matching their hair but also she totally idolizes robin so she’s like mocking them to their faces but laying out a full legal defense to her mom about why she should be allowed to dye her hair and getting brutally but lovingly shut down

also yes i know that the harringtons have like a california king and robin makes so many innuendos about why but steve will literally plug his ears + go lalalala. i feel like they use steve’s parents room when they wanna pamper themselves like for a spa day but otherwise sleep in steve’s or even at robins place just bc they’re cozier <3 i know robins twin bed is a safe space for them.

i haven’t read rebel robin but i’m actually obsessed with her hippie parents and i love when people hc the buckleys as suspecting that robin is gay and trying to be supportive of her relationship with steve but also very confused by it (shoutout to findafight’s recent post obvi).

to me the buckleys are a jello family and i think steve tries so hard to be casual about it but he hates it like jello is an evil texture. i’m torn bc i can so clearly imagine robins parents loving jello but i feel like she would think it’s a bad texture as well… but also the idea of steve over for dinner at the buckley house and mrs buckley sets down like one of those awful intricate 70s jellos in the center of the table and everyone digs in and steve is sitting there like yeah🤢😃thank you mrs buckley😃🤢this is great🤮😃

#all this while wearing friendship bracelets #stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #ask #also i fs have to check out the aro stobin stuff… seen a few posts floating around but is the cinematic universe a full fic!#<- pretend that’s a ? i don’t wanna retype #i don’t actually have an ao3 acct tho so if it’s restricted i’m shit outta luck lol #erica looking up to robin is so sweet to me…

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