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10yo-anon · 3 days

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☆ DARK RED. ☆

Frat!Satoru Gojo x F!reader

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⚠️: ooc!satoru (sorry), not proofread cuz @*the-parasites-control-me seemed busy and i don wanna bother😔, one use of y/n 💔, grammatical errors! I suck ass!!, angsty angsty

WC: 1,258.

A/N: just a 30 minute drabble(?)/fic(?) Cause I absolutely LOVE steve lacy's songs. And his music. So, why not make a fanfic heavily inspired to one of his classic songs I ADORE. Big shoutout to ahem, "dark red 1 hour" cause thats what ive been listening till i finished writing !!, Happy reading, teehee!

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You lean into the mirror as you apply your pink lipstick on your smiling lips. How could you not smile after Satoru finally agreed on spending time to go to a small date with you?

You were always shocked satoru, godforbid one of the most known frat guy in the campus, gave you, a basic student smitten with him from the start, a chance to go out with him. on how you're actually in a relationship with him.

But a small, annoying, little devil on your left shoulder would always ask you, "are you sure you're in a relationship with him? Does he even see you in a relationship with him? Introduce you to others as his 'girlfriend' ?"

Sure..with his well-earned name as a frat guy along with being in their sorority was..uncomfortable to say the least, he promised his eyes were only looking at you! That he'd never go to any party without your knowledge!

"He already has broken those promises." The imaginary devil sighs out your name. "..Past is past.. no?" You reply silently.

Past.. is every month considered long enough to be called "past"? 'Past' where Satoru could barely drag himself in his (and your's) apartment in the middle of the night, reeking of alcohol and a strong scent of another woman's perfume, neck covered with lipstick marks, love bites, and hickeys, polo lazily and wrongly buttoned. Calling out your name. And when you would rush to him, eyes wide with concern. He would drop down to his knees, clinging to your waist and apologizing with crocodile tears, begging you to not leave him, "Satoru..I don't think I can handle this anymo—" "Please, Baby!..don't you give me up.. please don't give up..on us.!" pleading that he would chance his antics for you, "Then tell me. what are those marks on your neck?" "Its nothing! Believe me honey, I belong with you only..and only you, baby.." as long as you give him one more chance.

One. More. Chance. A broken record he keeps repeating. And you would fall for it. Every time. "Cant you see he's genuinely sorry? You're a monster if you leave him!" The angel in your right shoulder would always shout, its only sad you agree with it. You didnt have any choice but to drag him to bed, whispering sweet reassurance in his ear until he falls asleep, bound to forget the whole conversation, possibly the whole night when he wakes up. While you silently cry yourself to sleep. Heart breaking and aching, only his false words keeping it from disintegrating. "Only you, darling...only you.." "I know, 'Toru." You could only force yourself to stop crying and act like nothing was wrong, dread already in you as you simply wait and ready yourself the next time this will happen again.

But no, you can't possibly leave him, of course you couldnt! You love him! You shake your head and push your thought away, its the future you have to focus on, and the future is your said date, remember!

Your eyes dsrt to the small clock on your table. 6:00 PM. pulling away from the mirror, you admire yourself one last time before going to that expensive restaurant you had reserved using satoru's black card. A simple dress in your favorite color, slight makeup adorning your face. Its good enough for you.

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It's been what? One— no, two hours since you sat on your reserved seat. Alone. Where was Satoru?

You've noticed the servers giving you looks, some even audibly whispering pity about you, so you take your phone out to ignore them.

Your senses, or that little devil on your shoulder, whispers to you: "somethings bad about to happen to you." Once more, you continue ignoring them. All the voices, the looks. Everything you can ignore. You text Satoru again, only for your texts to be seen. You don't know why, but you feel it coming.

As you shut your phone off, you feel it vibrate, once, twice, three times! It must be your boyfriend!

With a hopeful smile, you quickly open the hidden messages, only to find out it's Geto, satoru's best friend. Your smile slightly drops.

Another wave of dread washes over you as you read his messages.

G-S: *Video attachment.*

G-S: *Location attachment.*

G-S: im sorry, y/n.

Now, your oh-so hopeful smile completely drops. You were afraid to watch the video. But unfortunately, you did.

It was Satoru, sitting on the couch manspread. With one of the most popular girls in another sorority, face caked with make-up, a skimpy skirt and a tube top, on his lap, giggling while she plants hickeys on his neck, all while he plants his hands on her hips and encourages her more, even whispering on her ear to hump him. shamelessly. Laughing when they mention you and responding by rolling his eyes with a smug grin.

You dont realize you tears endlessly flowing, ruining your eyeliner and foundation horribly, not until a waitress runs up to you, genuinely asking if you were okay.

You turn your phone off as soon as you caught you consciousness. You look around, and to your surprise almost everyone was silently looking at you, some giggling, some judging, some concerned. With your head spinning, you hiccup out an apology before dashing out the restaurant, already calling for your best friend to pick you up.

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Waking up from his drunk slumber, Satoru sits up, quickly noticing he was in a different room with a different girl. 3:36AM. "Ah..shit." He silently panics, remembering you were back at his apartment, possibly waiting for him. As he scrambles out the bed, the girl he doesn't even remember its name was clings onto him. "Mmh..Satoru!~.. W-where r' ya..g..goin..!" "Huh—..sorry..gotta go back to my own apartment.." he rushes to escape her grasp, swiftly slipping on his clothes and attempting to straighten it out. "Hmph! You're going back to your nobody girlfriend again, ar'nt ya.." she whines, pouting her lips out. "Just break up with her already..stay with me..atleast I can pleasure you.." visibly disgusted with her words, Satoru takes his phone before going out the door. "Baby..this is just a one night stand, dont forget."

He opens his phone,

5 messages from "my only one.♡".

His eyes wide with surprise as he opens the notification, only to be greeted with more than 5 messages. Shit. He must have left his phone open while he was.. he'd rather not think of that.

You're messages was from asking about the date to pleading for him to appear, in a span of two hours. He completely forgot about the date.

Before guilt comes to him, he shakes his head. He only had to put on tears and beg for forgiveness, and you would take him back again. It was alright. He was okay.

With a cheeky smile, he walks over to his motorcycle, his mind already planning out his words for forgiveness. Easy.

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"Baby?..where are you.." He tries to make his voice as weak as he can as he "stumbles" in his and your's apartment. Calling out your name again, disappointment meets him as there was no answer. Only your pitch-black living room.

he walks over to the kitchen, no answer. to the bathrooms, no answer. the balcony, no answer. and finally the master bedroom, no answer. only a dim lamp, and your messy, barely opened cabinet answered him. god did his heart race. maybe finished 5 whole laps too.

Thoughts run to his mind. From "did she finally leave you?" To "how dare she leave you, who does she think she is?" But his thoughts were answered as he checked the open closet. Barely any of your clothes were there, and the few remaining were either his shirts or the clothes he gave you. It was scattered as if you rushed to pack your things.

Oh.

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A/N: 2/7 verses done! Can you find the hidden lyrics? :3 n e ways, Part 2? Let me know! But uh.. tommorow will be our school's honor rolls, and I'm 100% sure i won't have honors. For the first time. In my life. Aghh! I saw my brother once when he also didnt get honors in 3rd quarter last year in g7.. he was beaten, grounded, and he said bye to every gadget he had for a month. Soo..uh. I'll be offline for a while! :3 wish me luck !!

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cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut · 3 days

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Thanks to @heartstringsduet for the tag! Please enjoy a smutty moment from an upcoming smutty anniversary fic haha.

“Yes, sir,” TK breathes. At the playful arch of Carlos’s brow, TK swallows hard. Pinned beneath the weight of himself, his c*ck begins to leak. “Yes, sir — I want your c*ck in my mouth. I wanna give you the best fucking bl*wjob of your life. I wanna suck you til you’re shaking, I want you to hold me in place and fuck my throat and make me choke til I’m seeing stars. I wanna blow you so well I know you’re gonna think about it all day at work.”

No pressure tags beneath the cut!

@alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @catanisspicy @detective-giggles @eclectic-sassycoweyes @fitzherbertssmolder @freneticfloetry @goodways @herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @janto4ev @jesuisici33 @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand @lemonlyman-dotcom @mooshkat @meditating-honey-badger @noxsoulmate @never-blooms @orchidscript @paperstorm @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @sugdenlovesdingle @safeaswrites @sanjuwrites @three-drink-amy @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @vineofroses @wandering-night19 @welcometololaland @vineofroses @chaotictarlos

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos fic #seven sentence sunday

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firenati0n · 3 days

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fic pride friday

yeah it's not friday idc idc thank you to @kiwiana-writes @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel for the tags <3

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

i only have 7 fics so I'm using snips from all of them...maybe this will motivate me...hoping it helps :)

snips below the cut so it's not a pain on your dash lol. also they're in order of posting, so if you haven't read something just scroll on by lol:

from our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) aka cracky brain worm fic:

In a poorly executed non sequitur, he settled to comment on the first thing he could think of. Fatal error. Deep breath in. “By the way. Digging the cardigan, Henry. Very…” He rifled through his extensive vocab for literally any appropriate adjective. Refined? Boring. Professional? Practical, but also boring. “Very…?” Henry raised an eyebrow, long fingers wrapped around a cup of tea. Earl Grey, Henry had said a while ago, but Alex couldn't be sure. He had been terribly distracted by said fingers, wondering where else those fingers could— What Alex’s distracted, useless worms in his left temporal lobe decided to supply him with as a response was: “Slutty-English-Literature-professor core.” Alex was going to jump off the train. He was going to change his name. He was going to get a lobotomy, as a treat.

from An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat aka thirst trap tiktok au:

and my favorite part is the end when henry makes a bold ass move on alex through an old tiktok comment while he's sat across from him LMFAOOOO king shit:

from each time we touch / i wanna take too much aka fingers in mouths dreamy fic:

Eyes still closed, Henry kisses Alex's thumb, a soft touch, and Alex sucks in a sharp breath. He presses his thumb inside for a second, resting it on Henry's tongue. Henry's eyes open, slow and steady, and he grasps Alex's hand gently, pulling his thumb out and wrapping his long pale fingers around Alex's index and middle finger instead; pulls them into his mouth, closing his lips around Alex's digits. Alex lets out a stuttered gasp as he leans into the touch, his fingers sliding in a little deeper. The sound of his shaky exhale sits for a second, heavy in the silence. The air around them crackles. There's a weight on Alex's chest, pressing and pressing and pressing, until he can barely get a breath in or out within the inches of shared space between him and Henry. Henry swirls his tongue around Alex's fingers, and his eyes are clear as ever as they bore into Alex, a challenge. And who is Alex to deny him anything?

from keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface aka lovely prose all over fic:

Alex is determined to give him the world, even if it’s narrowed down to a strip of smooth skin just below Henry’s clavicle, a constellation of purple and red hues littered in places no one can see, in spots wandering eyes can’t reach. Alex’s heart pouring out of his mouth, sliding past his tongue and right onto Henry’s skin, the universe contained in Henry’s rib cage that protects the air they share in impassioned exhales and the heartbeat that intertwines with Alex’s when they’re like this; a sacred harmony of bodies and spaces. He’ll never tire of this.

and also this:

Alex does his worst, and then some; a reminder that they get to have this. It’s theirs, and it’s the universe in Henry’s ribcage, and it’s the moonlight reflected in Alex’s eyes, and it’s the world narrowed down to bruises on a pale canvas and bite marks on golden skin. Marks that they can run delicate fingertips over, press into with devotion; tucked away for safekeeping in the morning, their starkness harsh in the sunlight. There are no eyes worthy of Henry in the daytime.

from cause you're classic, and i'm reckless aka ryan gosling / rachel mcadams inspired actor au:

When Alex was called up for his award, he felt himself go right back to where he was on day one of rehearsals—transparent, with his heart on his sleeve and voice a little wobbly. Being recognized for his accomplishments felt so novel, so intense, so foreign. After fighting tooth and nail to proudly sport his biracial and bisexual identity, he was thrilled to be accepted for who he was, and told he was good enough for the masses, his intersectionality a standout and not something to hide; good enough for Henry as a costar, holding his own opposite an industry darling. He couldn’t keep the tremor out of his voice as he accepted his trophy, thanking everyone for their hard work on this movie, the studio for backing a movie about unapologetic queer love, and Henry for being his faithful guide and cheerleader in a new landscape for Alex, giving him space to be his authentic self free of judgment and fear of failure. He’s so, so grateful for this. He will never stop being grateful; after pouring his heart and soul into this movie, he got so much back in return, and then some. He’s completely rearranged, made up of brand new parts next to his old, rusty ones; a patchwork heart beating erratically yet earnestly, hands that have traversed new spaces and swaths of skin, people pouring themselves back into him and sanding down the rough parts, caressing the scared ones. Alex feels not just reborn, but also like the person he always was deep down, just waiting to have a chance to emerge with all his heart to show for it.

from who truly stuck the knife in first aka spy au aka sexually charged wrestling:

Alex averts his gaze, rolling onto his back to gaze at the cracks in the ceiling. The thing is. The thing is, Alex doesn’t know where the fuck to go from here. Between the barbs and the knives and the tension and the rolling around on the floor and the bed in a sexually frustrated heap, Alex didn’t take a second to consider he could have this, could have Henry in a way that mattered. Now that it's just within reach, he's scared it's going to slip away from his fingers and into the night if he holds on too tight, wants too much. He’s spared the need to respond by the sound of a crackle coming from Henry's laptop, then clothes rustling as someone groans. Manu’s bug is up and running, the man probably fielding a killer hangover and hazy memories of Alex and unbuttoned shirts and hands wrapped around throats. Alex clears his throat, scraping away any remnants of lingering affection. “Back to work, Foxy,” he says with a cheeky grin. Before he can help himself, though, he leans into Henry, planting a sweet kiss on his parted lips. Henry sighs into him, cupping his cheek with a tenderness Alex hasn't felt in a long while. He tastes like a future Alex dreams of having one day. For now, that's enough. It has to be.

from and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life aka angel!henry fic aka city of angels au with a happy ending:

Henry forges on, the words pouring out of him, spilling all over the cliffside for Alex to see. “It is a sin worth committing, a fruit worth eating—at least I’ll get to taste you. You will never be a lapse in my judgment. You are my salvation, through you I get to reclaim myself. Isn’t that beautiful, isn’t that everything you’ve taught me about life and love and humanity?” Alex gazes at him, mouth slightly agape, taking in Henry’s impassioned words. Alex has spent his life fighting for others, extending himself beyond his limits. Now it’s Henry’s turn. “Darling, I’ve spent years, centuries even, pondering the question of what makes you human, what sits in your core. After all this time, the answer is unchanging—it’s love. Love, and care, and the unflinching determination of the human condition. With this, with you, I’ve experienced the absolutely soul-crushing realization that our hearts are built to endure when you have hope.” Henry’s voice wavers a bit, but he presses forward, determined to make the words land. “You are my hope, the hope I never thought I’d get to have, the hope I never thought I deserved to keep. With you, I want to endure.”

xoxo roop

open tag but also some no pressure tags : @wordsofhoneydew @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @whimsymanaged

@nontoxic-writes @alasse9 @ships-to-sail @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites

@sherryvalli @ninzied @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @inexplicablymine

#tag game #fic pride friday #roop writes

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smilesrobotlover · 11 months

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Oh my gosh I did an accidental genius thing AGAIN. I titled this piece, feeling Blue, cuz it’s blue, and cuz it’s sad, and cuz you feel Blue’s emotions

I wanna explore Blue’s character more, or the character that I gave him. His anger issues and reclusiveness really resonated with me obviously and I’ve just been thinking about this issue long term. He’s very lonely, he doesn’t have any friends outside his family, and the one friend that Link had is scared of him because he’s so aggressive and rude. Blue is more recluse and enjoys his time alone, but at times he does feel very lonely. His brothers have other friends they hang out with and his father is always so busy. He’s convinced himself that everyone hates him, especially his father. He and Blue butt heads a lot, Blue is hot headed and Leon is trying to get used to raising 4 sons instead of 1. There would be tension. A lot of stuff happens and Blue runs away. Leon goes after him since he’s an unstable teenager and being a teenager is the worst, and they start to understand each other a bit. Here’s the accidental genius part:

Everyone thinks that Green takes after Leon. He’s a natural leader, chivalrous, and polite. And no doubt all the colors take after Leon in some way. But Blue is really the one who’s more like Leon. Though he’s changed due to age and experience, Leon also is recluse. He’s hotheaded and struggles connecting with people. When he was a kid, around Blue’s age, it was horrible for him. He was just as angry as Blue, just as socially awkward, and just as lonely. As Leon has gotten older, he’s gotten much better of course. More patient and calm, and he’s able to talk to people. He even is the first knight, leading on the others in the kingdom. Yet carrying a casual conversation with the knights is difficult for him. He doesn’t have super close friends. Just like Blue. They connect in that sense that, yeah, it’s hard. It’s hard connecting with people. Especially when you highly value your alone time. The accidental genius was that I made Leon’s clothes blue. I was trying to figure out what to even make them, but making them blue visually showed how similar they truly are.

Idk, typing this out sounds kinda stupid now but that’s just what I’ve been thinking about. Again they’re not exactly the same, but Leon was a lot like Blue when he was younger. Deep down he has the same struggles, it’s just harder to see.

#legend of zelda #legend of zelda four swords #four swords #four swords manga #I wanna make this into a fic but I SUCK at writing #smiles rambles #cuz I ramble a lot #why can’t I do smart stuff on purpose

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insanesonofabitch · 7 months

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AU where destiel gets confirmed like, 3 seasons before the finale because Cas unknowingly hooks up with a siren, revealing his love for Dean. But then the siren uses that to make him attack Sam and Dean.

Sam’s trying to pull him out of the situation, “Dean! DEAN!!! We need to get out of here!!!! DEAN!!!!!!” But Dean is just standing there, unmoving. Every moment spent, every word exchanged, everything. Everything came raining down, crushing him underneath. Cas is pointing his blade against him and he cannot move a single muscle.

#i may or may not be writing a short fic about this #or maybe a comic #my writing may suck ass but i know I’m at least good at drawing #I’m faster at writing tho 😔#i can’t win #destiel #deancas #casdean #dean x castiel #team free will #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #oh and also if you’re thinking of making a fic/art abt this pls feel free to do so I wanna see your takes on this #reiotalks

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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happy holidays from the two most incompetent men in tokyo

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gae-bug · 5 months

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This is a little bit of a rant about zelda (mainly botw/totk) and is kinda sad but I was thinking if senerios and if I must suffer with the knowledge then so do you- (also pls ignore any typos my phone hates me)

In botw link traveled on his own, fixing a world that had been broken so much. He he knew their were 5 champions and zedla and he was the last if them standing, at that the towns/kingdoms of these people were being terrorized and that he needed to stop it, to destroy Ganon, bring back the peace they once had, peace he had never known, not fully anyway. In in botw he doenst show much emotion, he's simply doing the tasks he knows he must do, occasionally angry or hurt or shocked or deep in thought trying to remember what once was but remembering no more than what was in the pictures. However, in totk he shows a little more emotion. He knows the sword and the duties that come with it, he know he must save hyrule once again and save zelda, but that's just it, he knows, he knows what peace is like, he knows what it's like to live in a world no longer at war and slowly being rebuilt. He has friends, Sidon, Tulin, Riju, Younobo, Zelda. And he failed, Their city's are being terrorized, Zelda is trapped and had to be stuck for thousands if years, and he failed. He couldn't do the one thing he was supposed to, prptect zedla. He failed and he could even land a blow on Gannon, the sword, his only hope was destroyed and he couldn't even grab her hand. It's all gone.

He's traveling alone again, he's used to that feeling. But now it has a much more bitter taste to it. It's no longer a beautiful melody that could be added to, it's a broken and somber song, filled with regret and shame.

When the sages come to help him when he goes to the castle and is about to get hit he's shocked, he raised his arms to block his face but that's all he did. He ha dnithing left to do but defend himself what little he could against the gloom. He knew no one was coming to save him and yet, they did.

He knows the sting if failure, something he knows all to well but not at all. A crushing weight that never leaves, it scars.

Edit: Update! Actually started making a fic thingy bc of this and I don't have jucb if it currently but I would kinda jsut like to share this one Lil bit of it.

"I wasn't built for happiness. I was built to fight, not rest. And yes, they told us rest was important, but not for me… I was never told when to stop. Never told when to take a break. Not until her…"

#botw #link botw #sidon botw #botw zelda #loz botw #botw link #botw totk #loz totk #totk link #zelda totk #totk #totk/botw angst #long post #this makes me kinda wanna write a fic but i suck at writing actions lol #blame my sibling for sending me the vid that caused the senerio that caused this.

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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I went to a wedding like a month ago and started a wip about a wedding meet cute with Bakugou that was supposed to be like 2-3k words but never finished it and I’m so mad bc it should be easy but school was so hard and UGH

but!!!!! it made me think about being friends with benefits with Bakugou and having just finished sleeping with him, rolling off of his chest as you both lay beside each other trying to catch your breaths. and you ask him if he’d like to go to to your friends wedding with you next weekend? that he doesn’t have to come, but you’d like to have some arm candy with you?

and at first, he doesn’t answer. gets kind of fidgety, scratches at his chest, murmurs under his breath that he’s not sure, he might have a shift, he’ll have to check later. and how can you not take that as a rejection? as a show of only being good enough for private time spent together, but unable to be seen together, publicly, as his date?

so you gather your things, quickly and embarrassed, stutter out that you were just joking, just fucking around and playing. you’re scurrying out of his apartment before he can stop you despite his pleading to hear him out.

and do you ignore him the entire weekend of the wedding? how couldn’t you, when you show up, dateless, with the memory of only being filled sexually but never emotionally? and does Bakugou regret it the entire time? how couldn’t he, when he was only tongue tied and nervous because he couldn’t believe the person he’s been in love with for months wanted to do more than just lie underneath him?

#is this angst?#possibly……#I’m so frikin sleepy I can’t this took me like half an hour to write bc I kept closing my eyes #I also feel poopy bc I think I have ANOTHER fucking ear infection UGH!!!!!!!#everything sucks #anyway I’m gonna finish that damn wedding meet cute if it’s the last thing I do #I’ve been thinking about posting long fics on here and like making banners n stuff for it #but for EVERY fic???? omg that’s so much work #okay bye I wanna read a little before I crash #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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some-pers0n · 11 months

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TF2 fanfic writers know they can just write Demoman, right? Like they know don't have to shoe-horn in a plot point about him being oppressed for his race just to quickly say: "Hey guys racism is bad", right?

Like, honestly it's more racist to take the only black character and boil them down to a stepping stool for the author to stand on and preach about how bad racism is.

#Breaking news: local fanfic author destroys racism by having the characters in their Boots N' Bombs fic punch a racist #I'm pretty sure everyone and their mother knows about how the 60s were for people of colour #You don't need to have a character tossing slurs to make your story “historically accurate”#tf2 #team fortress 2 #demoman tf2 #I REALLY wanna write about this silly guy sometime soon and it sucks how much fanfic is like this #Why can't he be goofy like the rest of them why is he stuck with this role?#sp-rambles

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kennys-parka-jacket · 1 month

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#Aight; little thing before i get ready for work #For a little while I've been making an AU where kenny abuses the shit outta craig. (They're basically my OCs at this point lol)#And as I was thinking about the darker parts of the story i was like 'why does this seem so familiar????'#Then i realized... Killing Stalking. Cunty blonde guy hurting a sad dark haired guy lol #(Though it's not gonna be nearly as heavy as that manhwa. I decided there won't be anything extreme in this fic. If i get to writing it)#I dont post about most of the AUs i make in this fandom cuz honestly i suck at prose #But for once i feel like i have; like; an actual story and not just one specific scene with nothing around it #That makes me wanna write it down and put it out there for other people to see #Alright gotta run now. See ya

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senatorraines · 9 months

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it finally happened people are complaining abt blades 2 before it even comes out and are writing essays in the tag LMFAO

#where do we go from here .....#i just find it funny bc yall are the same ones who have been like #'HOLDING OUT FOR BLADES 2 🤣😂🤣😂🤣'#while bashing every other book that has come out in the past 2 years #and now this god tier book that yall are supposed to be ANTICIPATING like u STAYED in this fandom for THIS #is making u write thinkpieces . what is going on #lmfao this probably makes no sense and idec but my main point is #that yall will bash any and every book no matter what and it is so fucking pathetic to see time after time #when hm. maybe reblog art! maybe reblog a fic! maybe make or reblog an edit!#but no. u wanna write a mla report on why blades 2 sucks already and we havent even read the first line #choices has never been that serious and if (probably) optional diamond outfit choices have u this mad #idk what to tell u

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charmac · 8 months

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how’s the sugar fic going i’m trying so so hard to be so patient and good

I’m so proud of you for being patient you’re doing a great job.

It’s coming along, still got a chunk to write though, there’s some interesting things in this chapter that are taking me some time to get down… as well as just, you know, general life distractions

But this counts as research, okay?

#sugar daddy au #ask #also we’ve going through a heatwave #it’s very hard for me to write when it’s hot #bc the heat makes me wanna die #but we’re getting there!!#also the baseball is a joke cos it’s just a coincidence you sent this ask while we’re playing the phillies #but it’s also. not a joke cos. the phillies play the padres where we are in the fic.. LOL #so fun coincidence or whatever!#tatis just hit a HR while typing this #don and mudd were showing their hot dogs (literally the food) on screen while he hit it #lmfao…#anyway this isnt relevant at all #but if you read all this i’ll give you what im struggling with rn #macden are watching game 3 nlcs #phillies have a few errors #i wrote a little thingy where mac gets mad like typical mac rage at the game and dennis calms him down #idk if i wanna keep it tho cos it fucks with the mood for what happens after that #so that’s where we are!#what happens after is that mac sucks dennis cock btw #spoilers for those of you still reading this for some reason #lmfao

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fexicoded · 9 months

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just saw your recent post. the grief is hard and i feel the same way. i could just be carrying on with my day but i get reminded that he’s gone and all the anger, sadness, and guilt rushes in.

while i never knew him personally and i am a fan of his, i would like to think that he would want everyone to remember him in his happiest moments. that brings me comfort. it’s easier said than done but i believe we can eventually get to a point where we can celebrate his life and art. we can keep his legacy alive by talking about him in every context. i just hope he and his family find peace in all of this.

(this was also me venting too lol sorry)

I really appreciate you responding to my post, I was not expecting anyone to cause I was venting in the tags but I've always loved having anons in my inbox in general but also helping us all during this awful time.

But yea, I agree with you. I'll be going about my normal fucking day and doing what I need to do to move forward in my life and then have it hit me that this guy that impacted me, even tho I didn't know him, died and I'll never get to see him make an impact or grow from the pains he was dealing with at the moment.

And I do agree, he would be so fucking pissed we were being sappy and sad all the time and a bit embarrassed and yet geeked at the outpouring of love for him. I do feel like I can say I'm happy to have gotten to the point in my grieving that I've accepted what's happened and yet I can't say I do accept it... grief over a celebrity is tough and the parasocial relationship doesn't help either.

TLDR: I'm still here, I still grieve Angus and will for a long time, and idk where I'm gonna go with this account, my writing, etc.

#will i find something to write fanfic about in the future? maybe (and this sounds so fucking self absorbed and making it all about me)#at this moment will I write fexi? idk man (damn do i sound narcissistic)#i wish i could i loved writing them but after my last fic i have had no inspo and was waiting for s3 to get new inspo #but god... life is a bitch #and it takes the wrong people at the wrong time leaving an absence in place #it fucking sucks #and the worst part is i didnt fucking know him #but i do know he really would appreciate everyone (the fans public etc) talking about how much they loved him and a bit embarrassed lol #so yea #that's what im feeling #but yea as ive said before if you ever wanna hit up my inbox to shoot the shit vent whatever do it

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