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intimacyequalsdeath · 3 months

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Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 4 Lester Sinclair

Day 4 cuties!! As usual I hope you all are enjoying this very chill and casual mini series for Valentine's day! After this is over I hope to get back into regularly posting regular fics throughout the rest of the year.

Notes: Minors DNI (You will be BLOCKED), SFW, No specific descriptions or pronouns are used for the reader. If pronouns are used the reader will use they/them unless otherwise specified.

"God Lester, How many times have I told you about blood stains?"

You mumbled to yourself while you scrubbed the stains out of one of Lester's shirts. He was out today as usual cleaning the roadkill off the backroads of Ambrose and you were at home diligently washing one of the only good shirts he had.

"Your daddy needs to learn to be more clean"

You said to Jonesy, who was laying next to you on the floor, wistfully gazing up at you as you scrubbed the shirts. Almost as if she could understand what you said she let out a sigh and rolled over on her other side.

After a few minutes and a lot more scrubbing you heard the rumble of the old pick-up truck approach the cabin and Jonesy quickly made her way off the ground and over to the front door to greet her favorite human.

"Well hey there little darlin'!" Lester greeted her when he entered the house. His eyes locked onto yours next and he grinned.

"Hey sugar" He greeted walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Hey Les"

"What's wrong?"

"You" You teasingly deadpanned. You could hear Lester audibly gulp from behind you.

'W-What did I do?"

"How many times have I told you to be careful with getting stains on your good shirts and to wear work shirts out of the house?"

"Well sugar that one was the only one I could find is all! It was dark out still and I didn't wanna cut the lights on and wake you up!"

"mmm I guess that's fair"

"I got ya somethin to make up for it anyway"

He said before removing his arms from around you and heading back out to the truck to retrieve your present. In the back of your mind you figured Valentine's day was approaching so it probably had to do with that, it's very hard to keep track of time in a ghost town with no internet or cell service.

Lester came bounding back into the house a few moments later with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

'Oh Lester their gorgeous!" You praised him as he approached you and offered them to you.

You took the flowers from him and inhaled their sweet sent. You shot him a smile and leaned over to peck his lips when you realized something, the flowers still had the clods of dirt from where they were ripped out of the ground attached to the stems.

You picked off a dirt clod and looked up at Lester while holding it in your hand.

"Lester honey, what's this?"

"Uhh looks like dirt darlin'"

"Did you go outside just now and pick these?"

"No sugar I got em from the outside of the wax museum."

He said starting to turn away from you and head back outside to get on with the rest of his day. You called out to him as he left.

"Did you pick these from the flowers I planted last year?"

Lester shrugged as he walked and you could see his shoulders move up and down with a chuckle as a smile beamed across your face and the hilarity of the situation.

"Lester Sinclair! You picked my flowers!"

"I'll make up for it sugar don't you worry!" He said out the truck window.

"Well how are you going to make it up? With more flowers?"

"Nah darlin, no more flowers"

"Why not?"

"I picked em all already"

"LESTER!"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher fic #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfic #house of wax #valentines day

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stargirlaveblog · 2 months

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7Seals

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Chapter 17

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Sixteen

•Next Chapter: Chapter Eighteen

•Chapter List

•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 1.3k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

A/N: Hey y’all ♡

I’m having horrible writers block. Some pieces aren’t fitting the way I wanted to so I can only do one chapter this week. I’ve decided that one Thursday every month I won’t post unless I’m itching to. My goal for that is to make sure I don’t catch up to my chapters I haven’t posted yet so I have something for y’all to read when I get stuck. Hopefully I get some creative juices in me soon cause there’s so much I have to still write about. I’m so excited for the third seal🫶🏼

Also! Shoutout to all y’all who binged the story recently. I loved seeing each part you were all at! It really helped me write some stuff for the current chapter I’m on. Love y’all’s support!!!!

(3-20-24)

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"Captain Levi"

I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him—the man I despised more than any other. His once proud stature had been reduced to that of a broken man, shackled by his own demons and the weight of his crimes.

I met his gaze with a steely glare, his eyes held a feral intensity, worse from the last time I saw him.

"Alexander," I replied icily, keeping my tone devoid of emotion. His smile widened, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"What brings you here?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"I was in town," I replied curtly. "Wanted to see how desperate and disgusting you looked after all these years."

His laughter echoed off the walls of the cell, a hollow sound that mixed together with the clinking of shackles on his limbs.

"Ah, Levi, always the charmer," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Did you miss me?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his taunts.

"Careful now," I warned, forcing a smirk. "Wouldn't want to end up like last time."

But Alexander just laughed, reclining against the cold stone floor with a smug smirk.

"Oh Levi," he sighed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're so quick to violence. Makes me wonder if above ground is really meant for someone like you."

"You're one to talk," I shot back, my voice laced with venom. "You grew up in the same filth I did."

But he just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed off the walls of the cell.

"You think we're the same, huh?" he taunted, his eyes boring into mine with a chilling intensity.

I took a step closer to him, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to suppress the rage bubbling beneath the surface.

"I might be a rat, but I'm not a shitbag like you," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Cut the shit and tell me— who's killing the Scouts again? Is it Carter? You calling the shots behind bars?"

But Alexander remained silent, his smug smirk never wavering as he watched my every move. I gritted my teeth in frustration, knowing that Erwin's orders bound my hands, preventing me from unleashing the full extent of my wrath upon him.

I pivoted on my heel to turn back but the echo of Alexander's voice pulled me back into the suffocating atmosphere of his cell.

"How's Iris?" he jeered, his grin twisting into a smirk that oozed malice. I shot him a withering glare, my fists clenching at my sides.

"You don't deserve to know a damn thing about her,"

His laughter grated on my nerves, a grating sound that echoed off the stone walls.

"Touchy, touchy," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.

"Let me ask you something though. Did you fuck her yet? Or is she still saving herself for marriage?"

"Shut your mouth, scum," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

But he just leaned against the cell bars, his smirk widening into a smirk.

"What's the matter, Captain? Can't handle a little banter?"

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot through the bars of his cell, seizing his collar with a vice-like grip. With a swift motion, I yanked him towards me, his body slamming against the unforgiving iron bars.

I watched with grim satisfaction as his face contorted in pain, the metal pressing into his flesh. Yet, despite the agony etched across his features, he dared to smirk at me, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.

"I know she's in Wall Sina right now," Alexander choked out against my grip.

"Stay the fuck away," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, as I spat in his face, relishing the sight of my saliva trailing down his cheek.

His smirk widened into a grotesque grin, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in a vulgar display. "It won't be me touching her," he taunted, his words a venomous echo in the dimly lit cell.

Disgust surged through me like a tidal wave, fueling the fury that burned within. The red haze descended over my vision, a veil of fury that clouded my senses and consumed my every thought. In that moment, rationality fled, leaving only raw, unbridled rage coursing through my veins.

This insolent little shit thought he could mock me, thought he could make light of the pain and suffering he'd caused. The audacity of it all ignited a firestorm within me, stoking the flames of my fury to new heights.

My elbow met his face with relentless force, each blow a symphony of vengeance echoing through the cold, stone halls of this damp dungeon. His anguished cries reverberated off the walls, a jarring agony that served as a grim will to his crimes.

I cared not for the ears that heard his pleas, nor for the consequences that may follow. All that mattered was the burning desire to see him suffer, to witness him endure the same torment he had so callously inflicted upon her.

The sight of blood streaming down his battered visage only fueled my resolve of the justice he so rightfully deserved. Though my pristine white shirt bore the stains of his punishment, I cared not for appearances. All that mattered was the relentless pursuit of retribution, a relentless storm of fury that showed no signs of abating.

His screams filled the air, a symphony of agony that still echoed through the darkness of the cell block. But even as the blood began to flow, I felt no satisfaction, no relief from the torment that gnawed at my soul.

I wanted him dead.

As I stood amidst the chaos, the echoes of my own name reverberated through the air, accompanied by the unwelcome touch of another's hands upon my person. My immediate response was sharp and unforgiving.

"Get the fuck off me," I growled, my voice cutting through the clamor as I forcefully shook off the unwanted contact, releasing my grip on Alexander and allowing him to crumple to the ground in a heap.

"We need a medic!"

The urgency in the interior police's voices only served to heighten the tension of the situation, their frantic shouts mingling with the sound of my own exasperated sigh.

"You got blood all over my sleeve," I muttered irritably, casting a disdainful glance at Alexander as I attempted to straighten out the mess he had caused.

Turning my attention to the trembling interior police, I couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience at their obvious unease. Rolling up my sleeves to conceal the bloodstains, I met their gaze with a cool and unwavering stare.

"His nose is broken. Might want to get that taken care of quickly or he might lose consciousness. Either way, I don't care," I stated bluntly, my words devoid of sympathy as I prepared to leave the scene behind me.

"Hey, you can't leave yet," one of the interior police protested, attempting to bar my path with a shaky hand.

"And why's that?" I countered, arching an eyebrow at the young officer before me, his nervous demeanor only serving to irritate me further.

"You need to fill out an incident report," he explained, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he attempted to assert his authority.

Glancing back at Alexander, who lay bloodied and battered on the floor, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

"Your incident report is barely breathing on the ground right now, I suggest you take care of it." I instructed calmly, yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of authority in my tone.

The young man quivered before me, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of my stare. With a muttered apology, he stepped aside, allowing me to pass with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Smart choice."

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 4 months

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Any thoughts on the casting for The Last of Us season 2?

Oh god. So many.

So, I actually have all of TLOU show related tags blocked - because just seeing mentions of the show gets me kind of ticked. I miss the strike era when production of the show was delayed indefinitely.

But as far as the casting - I think Dina's casting is alright. I was one of those people who was naively hoping that Cascina would actually get to play Dina in the show, but I knew realistically that was never actually gonna happen.

Abby's casting however - I genuinely think that Kaitlyn Denver is a horrible choice. Like they looked up all the people who absolutely cannot play Abby and then they picked her.

Someone said that she looks like young Ellie - and I think for a long time, she was a popular fancast for Ellie. And to me, she looks like she can maybe only play young Abby in flashbacks. So unless they're gonna completely surprise people and only have her playing young Abby and then have someone else playing the real main timeline version of Abby - it won't work.

If you guys know me, then you know that I am incredibly protective of Abby's character. And based on the complete bastardization that they did of Season 1/TLOU 1, I already knew that they were going to royally fuck up Abby's character in some way.

And yes, I am basing most of my opinions on the fact that she is small and thin and Abby is supposed to be muscled, but people don't understand how pivotal that aesthetic is as a part of Abby's characterization.

(And they were never going to find someone perfect unless they used 2 different actors - one for flashbacks and one for the main timeline - because Abby gets ripped over years but it is shown in one short story, and her model was made with 2 different people - one for the face and one for the body, so they could keep her face on a younger, thinner body in flashbacks.)

Abby being muscled is actually a pivotal thing - it means she is feared and respected among the WLF, it means that Lev and Yara immediately fall in and trust to follow her through the woods because they view her as a protector when they are vulnerable and alone. Her body is a tool that is useful to her - it makes her completely immune to Isaac's violence right up until the moment she looks him in the eyes and asks him not to shoot Lev, and even then, he is asking her to step away from Lev so that he doesn't have to kill his best solider.

Isaac was more willing to kill Owen - thinking of Owen as disposable - than he was willing to kill Abby. And I think that breach of our society's typical sexism (where a man is always a better fighter, Abby supersedes that) in their post apocalyptic world, is really, truly shown by Abby's large stature.

Not only that, but it makes her physical malnutrition and how much she has wasted away because of the Rattlers that much more shocking. (Which, if they were going to depict that, it would be easy to do so with a heavily muscled actor and then make them look shockingly thin with CGI and makeup - but that scene is one of the reasons why video games are sometimes a better format. It being 100% computer generated means no actors had to be harmed during those scenes.)

Also (I wish I had screenshots of the specific lines) - but Abby and Owen's breakup at the Aquarium is about her training (her urge to gain muscle in order to aid of her long term revenge mission toward Joel) - Owen is surprised when Abby says she can bench press 140 pounds, and therefore, she can easily lift him. And Owen is insulted that Abby wants to spend more time training than she does with him - he is upset that her trauma and her revenge has overtaken her life to the point where she doesn't want to goof off watching spotted seals, and instead - just wants to train more.

And this leads more into the dynamic of - Owen is a disposable pawn (who pretends to take a pacifist stance when he's really a coward) and Abby has to vouch for his life with Isaac because she is infinitely more valued in the organization.

There is just a lot of layers to it - and they're already fucking it up.

I am trying my hardest to ignore the fact that she show exists, but it's actively lowering the IQ of the fandom every single day, and now I am gonna have to take braindead Abby takes from people who have only seen the show, and I genuinely wish it had never been made in the first place.

#sundrop answers #anonymous #TLOU #the last of us #the last of us season 2 #the last of us part II #abby anderson

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faeflowerz · 1 year

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Giving Head in Public: Riddle

CW: Fem!Reader giving sloppy toppy. Giving dome. Bobbin on the knob. Oral. Oh also Riddle's hung so yeah. Do not interact with this post if you are under 18 or don't have your age in your bio. You WILL be immediately blocked.

A/N: I was gonna finish part two of the first years thing but I got to thinking about this. Don't perceive me.

Sooooooooo, Riddle is def the kind of boy who would freak out if suddenly met with an s/o looking to suck him off. I got a few scenarios too. Im a whore for him and my mouth is made for him. Seriously, i blacked out for half of this.

In the rose garden would catch him by surprise for sure. It's another tea party and like usual, its a controlled chaos. Riddle is trying to have a conversation with Trey, but its hard when you're groping his thighs. You are sitting there smiling and pretending to be invested in whatever Cater is telling Ace but every so often you glance to see your boyfriend clear his throat and shift slightly. You've got your hand on one of his thick thighs and it's moving higher up and between his legs.

Riddle's trying to keep his composure. You'd been pretty needy lately and although he promised that he'd give you attention tonight, his strict curfew and this long ass party won't give you enough time with him before bed. So, this is your alternative. Your fingers sink into his soft meaty legs and the glint of anger in his big pretty eyes sends a delightful surge of excitement to your pussy. Fuck, you love when he gives you that look. It meant that you're gonna have it coming later.

When your fingers brush against a familiar lump, Riddle's face softens. He's rather sensitive and those skintight pants make it impossible for him to wear underwear. He tries to drink his tea as your index finger traces the thickness strained against his thigh. You haven't gone all the way yet, but you didn't shy away from your urges. And you can't take it anymore.

Nobody notices when you slip out of your chair and under the table. Nobody but Riddle. In that moment, he decides that he can't call you out on it. Unless he wanted the entire party to see his scepter, he has to sit there. Underneath, you're dragging your tongue along the outline of his cock, leaving slight wet stains on the fabric. You can't hold back as you go right for the main course. Pulling down his pants, his dick slowly rises once its free. You personally blame Riddle for your oral fixation.

His cock is girthy, and the tip gets bright red when he's horny, upset, embarrassed...or any other emotion he goes through when you do shit like this. Does it bother him? Yes. Does he cum harder when you're in public? Also yes. Why else would you do it besides your nympho tendencies? Your mouth is watering as you open wide to lead his cockhead past your lips. Riddle's pre spurts out when you twirl your tongue. His thighs tense up for a moment and you rub gentle circles with your thumbs to calm him down.

"Are you alright? You look a little red."

"Ah, it's nothing."

"Wait, where's...I don't see them anywhere."

"They had to...ahem, make a call." He's an awful liar, but no one calls him out on it. He's screaming on the inside as his dick slides deeper down your throat. The first time you did that, his soul nearly ascended. You wish you could see his face. He always makes the cutest reactions and its a shame when you miss out. Riddle's cock is throbbing just like you like it. Soon, you reach his base. Your nose gets buried in his soft rosebush. Despite the shower, his natural scent is already coming through. With a pleased sigh, you pull back slightly before setting a slow pace. It was agony for him but he can handle a little torture.

Riddle's weak now. His legs have gone slack as you very nearly suck the life out of him. Sweat clings to the back of his neck and he's got the cutest rosy red on his cheeks. You were nothing but trouble and yet...he never made you stop. Every time you got between his legs, Riddle never pulled you off. How could he when you clung to him so tightly?

Your eyes lull closed and you're slobbering all over him. When you grab his ass, Riddle bucks suddenly. That's when you bob your head faster. One of his hands grabs your hair and he pulls. Hard. That nearly makes you cum. Enough playing around. Riddle pulls on your hair until most of his dick is out of your mouth before he slams back into you.

When he cums, he makes sure you take it all. He likes to paint your face white, but since everyone is still milling about, you gotta swallow. The queen is pretty demanding but isn't that why he's in charge in the first place? Once he finishes, you're humping his leg like a bitch in heat. The slick of your pussy stains his boot but you genuinely couldn't care less. One more thing for him to punish you for. Just the thought of him finally fucking you into his mattress eggs you on.

And yes. Trey probably figures out what you were doing down there.

The library isn't off limits either. Like ok.

Riddle's not seen you in some time because exams always sends him into overdrive. He tends to push people away during his study sessions because when it comes to exams, he goes at it alone. Unfortunately, he demands that you also keep your distance too. Sad face. You understand, though. He's type A and you're distracting. Still, he sends you texts and sweet little notes to let you know that he does think about you. Really, your relationship is usually really sweet and cute outside of all the oral (and anal).

Anyway, you miss him. Of course you do! Your fingers are soaked and you've been moaning loud enough to scare the ghosts. Surely he's been stressed, right? Right.

You go on the prowl for him, asking around to find him. Its that terrifying glint in your eye that finally makes everyone fess up: he's in the library. Riddle won't mind if you pay him a visit. He needs a break. A good intense break.

"I thought I told you to keep your distance," he says firmly. Riddle's had his nose in his book but when your perfume comes wafting by him, he's ready to kick you out. But it's hard. When you wear lipstick, he knows you're not playing around with him. There's no way to get rid of you once you put make up on. "Darling, we can't."

"Aren’t you stressed? Pent up? Besides, you need more breaks," you plop down next to him. Riddle closes his book and stands up.

"I'll have plenty of time for you once exams are over," he promises as he disappears into the rows of bookshelves. "They're insatiable." He mutters as he puts the book back into its proper place. Once he turns around, you're behind him. Riddle nearly screams but you're pressing kisses onto his lips to shut him up. Caged between your arms, your boyfriend looks at you like a terrified animal. He knows what's coming next.

"I wasn't asking. I was telling," now your kisses trail to his neck, leaving marks all over his pale skin. Riddle begs for mercy when you rip his vest and blouse open. The air conditioning makes his nipples harden. You're already teasing and sucking on his sensitive pudgy chest once he's exposed. In your excitement, you bite into him. Those moans and squeals are too fucking good. And his tummy. Oh, it's just as soft as the rest of him. Here, you bite a whole lot more and make sure to kiss hard enough to bruise lightly. All he can do is hold onto your shoulders when you unzip his pants and let them fall. Finally.

From this angle, you can look at him while you do it. Any time he gets shy, you have to bite his belly to get his attention again. His eyes do focus on you and he's trying not to cry as you cover his dick in lipstick kisses. Eye contact both turned him on and embarrassed him in these moments. You drape one of his legs over your shoulder and let him set the speed. From what you can tell, he's been wound tightly. You empty his balls nearly every day so going without for a week was probably killing him.

I love the idea of him being the type to have absolutely no rhythm when he's horny. Riddle's brain shuts off pretty quickly once he gives in. Just like now. Your throats being fucked and effectively keeps you from breathing properly. It's like he's trying to bruise your esophagus now. With nothing else to hold onto, you grab his fat ass. "Ahn! Haah! Damn it..." he curses as he puts more weight on you. If this is how you die there'd be no complaints from you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes and now your mascara starts trailing down your cheeks. The lipstick was long smudged already too.

Your throat was so tight and wet around his dick. Part of him wished he'd never told you to stay away. Maybe he would have been less stressed with you around. Then again, plugging your hole after such a long time felt even better. Now he's letting out these cute little grunts and growls with each thrust. Riddle bites his lip to keep from getting any louder. You have to brace yourself now that he's getting sloppy.

"Almost...almost..." Riddle's balls tighten and his hips still as he shoots his thick heavy load straight down your throat. Of course you take it like a champ. With a heaving chest, he pulls out. Immediately, you miss that full feeling in your mouth. "You're...you're going to be the death of me..." Riddle pants. Then he pulls you up to your feet and kiss you. "Perhaps a proper break is in order?"

#twisted wonderland #faes drabbles #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst x reader #twst smut #yumejoshi #reader insert #riddle x reader

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 9 months

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It would be so cool if you could do a Casper and Charlie zombie apocalypse au :] I hope your doing well and your posts make my day

BLUSHING I MAKE YOUR DAY⁉️

Zombie apocalypse Au

Casper and Charlie:

Casper and Charlie were at Casper's house when news spread about the zombies. So their main base of operation is Casper's house.

To be nice Charlie's parents were evacuated somewhere safe but they just don't know where bc everyone was separated for safety measures.

Charlie is the one who scouts ahead for things they need since as he said before "quiet as a mouse." So he mostly get supplies.

Casper is the defender when both have to go outside together. They know how to use a blade and a gun. Pretty sure chalice can use a gun too!

If they do end up finding people Casper is the one to interrogate them. Both of they survived so long bc of Casper's interrogating. And with Charlie checking them out to see what the people have.

You can think either other listeners and their boys are found by them or not (idk it's hot and my brain is FRIED.)

Charlie did try and compact Auron to see if he's okay but the call didn't go through Casper tried as well contacting friends and family but most calls didn't go through bc of the lines being torn down by holds of zombies.

All Casper could think about is the global announcement of telling everyone to stay inside and not go out. That was a month ago, where everyone stayed inside till some did bot giving a fuck about the global warning. This caused zombies to spring everywhere, so Casper and Charlie locked the house up and kept the lights off to preserve power incase they needed it.

First it was quiet that week some people leaving to visit realities or cities till the screams started. People breaking in because of the police not responding to calls about break ins. But the noises of the zombies tearing into people's flesh, that kept most people inside. Out of sight so they weren't targeted.

But after a month food was running low in the house. Charlie was skipping meals and Casper didn't want him to feel like he was taking too much. And here they were dressed in gear incase they were attacked and armed. Casper had their gun with them also their switchblade, Charlie got a spiked baseball bat.

They walked slowly and quietly down the block. Not using the car because it made too much noise. But Casper lived near a grocery store anyways, om the way there though. It was horrid, dead people om the floor, blood, and some fires. Casper had to keep Charlie by their side as he got distracted by all the chaos that was around them.

After seeing all of that Casper was doubtful if there was any supplies or food in the grocery store. There was but not a lot, as they were going down isles one by one, Casper heard something. Then they were grabbed harshly by a decaying hand, with a curse they stabbed the zombies head ad Charlie hit it's body to help.

When it was confirmed dead Charlie held onto Casper desperately. This pushed Casper to get stronger and Charlie to get smarter. That was a month ago. Crazy how time flies when no one is alive anymore to chat with you.

Unless you do meet other groups but they try and kill you for supplies. Casper still feels the tingle of blood on their hands. The guilt crawling up their back for protecting Charlie from someone who tried to kill him. The people they've killed added up as more time went by.

But they didn't talk about it. They needed to survive. To protect eachother so their sanity wouldn't be lost. Charlie was getting skittish, food from the grocery was going. The other stores were too broken or infested to go in.

They need to move "Charlie." The blond snapped his head to them "Y-yeah?" Casper held his face gently "We need to move. Somewhere where we can grow food or can be supplied easier." He nodded. But Casper can see the worry I'm his eyes.

"Where would we go? We don't really know if there shelters somewhere or..." Casper nodded then looked out the window to the car. "How about...we drive in one direction for as long as we can? Then walk the rest of the way?" Charlie nodded. It maybe not be a good idea. But it was the only one that seemed reasonable. They needed to get somewhere they can plant food.

Packing everything was silent, both go use to being quiet for patrols or scouting. Casper had to keep their head high for Charlie. He took the upbringing of the zombies harder than they did. Casper wish that they can stop this all, to give him a peace of mind. But for now, they'll protect him no matter what.

#yuurivoice #red rants #yuurivoice charlie #zombie apocolypse au #red writes

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barbatoskisser · 1 month

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"Oh, fuck. Its a human." The creature in front of you blinks, once, twice, before poking your shoulders. "Yup, definitely a human."

Name

"My...name? You... want it? I mean, sure, cool I guess. Adin or River works fine, but if you wanna call me something different I could care less unless its my deadname. Which out of like 40 billion names I'd doubt ya'd guess." The creature shrugged, its black, almost as black as a void, tail sways behind it, as if swatting an invisible fly.

Age

"What a weird question." The creature mutters, a bit dumbfounded before shrugging, not caring enough to judge. "Eighteen, shouldn't matter all that much though, now should it?" The creature tsked, looking away.

Pronouns

River paused. "He/him, they/them, or it/its." They scratched the back of their head, scoffing a bit. "I'm a guy but I know for some people thats hard to get through their skulls, so if ya wanna call me an individual, or lord forbid a thing then I could care less." It sighed. "Just don't call me a girl." River rolled his eyes. "Any use of she/her in reference to myself, or calling me a girl in a serious manner will be getting you blocked." Their tail fluffed up, obviously pissed at the even thought of it.

Rules / Guidelines

Friends

They pinched the bridge of their nose. "No NSFW. Suggestive stuff is fine but I'd rather that be in my dms and if your a good friend of mine. Some guy out of nowhere sending me pictures of his sausage is disgusting. If your a friend though and you or I are joking about characters we'd do the tango with, then its fine. Just as a warning though, I do reblog NSFW if your a kid. I always try to tag it though, so block that. Also don't mentioned the forced shit near me, or the trying of forced shit. I know you know what i mean. And the name Xereane. That man pisses me the fuck off." They then sighed and added as an after thought.

"Also no discourse. I support Palestine and the lack of genocide and obviously I support LGBTQ since I'm a trans gay guy. Let's try to keep this a space that people can come to when they need a laugh. I try to limit my talking of my personal traumas to a personal account, but it still happens, but its not every post. So lets just try to keep this as a somewhat safe area for those wandering souls who need a minute to catch their breath, have a laugh, or need a hug. All wholesome things are welcome. So yeah, don't mention politics. Its a pain in the ass for everyone. US politics and international politics are included. With this rule. Anyone who violates and tries to get into such a discussion will be blocked. Or given a warning if close friend, soft blocks if neccessary, before finally hard blocking. Thank you." Its cat ear twitches briefly.

They blinked once, a slow one. "Oh nice, a random curveball. @definesanity , @archaicanathema , @gunterdon , @unkownknowledge , @pale-value , amongst others are all good friends of mine. I'm willing to have more though, so don't hesitate to ask." It waved its hand lazily.

Species

"Ah the one I've been waiting for. Nekomata, in the same way Kirara from genshin impact is. Just a guy with cat ears and a cat tail." He shrugged.

Fandoms/Interests

"Hunter x Hunter, Genshin Impact, Ouran High School Host Club, Lunasmr audios, That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime..." They paused. "If its popular enough, I've probably watched it. "I used to pkay Honkai Star Rail, but I've since fallen out of it. I also haven't watched One Piece or Demon Slayer, but thats pretty much it. I've also seen that one witchy slime killing one too, Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear, some others. Sue me, I like isekai." They shrugged. "Up to Overhaul arc of my hero academia with no plans on finishing, all of Hunter x Hunter, all of Dragom Ball Z, up to the universe tournament arc in Super, Probably all of Slime in the anime adaptation. Though i do have webnovel spoilers." They paused and took a deep breath. "I'm a huge weeb. Alright? I also haven't seen naruto. Tried but nevet got into it."

Favorite character(s)

"Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecss, Venti / Barbatos, Goku, Illumi Zoldyck, Ryoma Takebayoshi, Alluka and Nanika Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Rimuru Tempest / Satoru Mikami, Milim, Veldora Tempest, Paimon, Xiao, Gorou, Lyney, Lynette, Arlechhino, Furina, Zhongli / Rex Lapis, Focalors, and probably way more. Those are just the ones I can think of in a few minutes. Oh, Karma Akabane, Korosensei, The blue haired one -- Nagisa Shiota, the rezt are kinda forgettable." They shrugged, unbothered by the long list. Very few were people he liked romantically, most were just kickass people Adin loved looking up content for.

Backstory

"Nunya. Ask something else in the askbox. Bye!" They waved and did a poof! No longer in the same spot as before, a askbox left where they were once standing.

#pinned post again

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trigunsbbygirl · 11 months

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Meryl with a very tall S/O?

I really love how you write knives, and I hope to see more of your posts in the future! Keep doing what you love buddy!! ❤️

thank you so much!!<3 I had to tease Meryl a little sorry- "imagine being short" I say as if I'm taller than her by a lot LOL

•she's used to being surrounded by tall people so she isn't exactly intimidated by you when you first met. (unless you're either taller than Vash or just give off scary vibes)

•anyways, just because she's short doesn't mean she won't (lovingly) kick your ass if you tease her too much.

•if you call her shortie or anything of the likes, Meryl gets really huffy and tells you to either call her by her name or find a new (loving) nickname.

"anything for you my majestic mini queen," you say, rather amused.

Meryl smacks your chest before walking away yelling out, "you know what, that's Meryl Stryfe to you now!"

you can only laugh and chase after her to make up for your teasing.

•okay I'm done teasing her, I'm sorry I love her but I had to-

•Meryl loves wearing your clothes, especially hoodies. they engulf her and help her stay warm during the cold nights! it's a plus that they smell like you too.

•if you aren't there for whatever reason or busy when she gets cold, Meryl will tuck her legs into the shirt or hoodie she's wearing. it's a really cute sight and you have plenty of photos of her like that.

•whenever you maneuvere yourself to the block the sun from her eyes and Meryl feels her heart beat just a little faster when you do that. it's not something she's ever asked you to do and her oh,, she loves and appreciates you so much.

•you are the only one! that is allowed to put your elbow on her head! you don't do it often though, but when you do she just huffs and wraps an arm around you.

•Wolfwood saw you do that once and saw how Meryl didn't do anything or really react so he decided to do it and tease her saying "how's it going down there, shortie?" he got a punch to the stomach(with no real anger dw) as Meryl ranted not to do that and to call her by her name. she knows he never will though, but Wolfwood did stop putting his elbow on her.

•Meryl uses you as a sheild if any bugs come her way. she'll grab onto your jacket and angle you around so she can't see the bug. or if you're scared of them too, you can pick her up and run towards the safety of behind Vash who will shoo the bug away. (Wolfwood the asshole, he'll grab the bug and chase you guys with it.)

•she will absolutely pull you down by the collar of your shirt (or tie) to kiss you sometimes. especially to shut you up.

•occasionally when you guys sleep, Meryl will cuddle up to your side, placing herself in the crook of your arm, or being the little spoon. she prefers sleeping back against back or holding hands, but it's nice to be in your arms ever now and then.

• Meryl actually adores being carried by you in the comfort of your hotel room or out in the dessert when the car has broken down.

•Meryl feels bad when you offer to carry her out in the desert, she may be thirsty and a bit tired, but she can still walk. although, if you do insist, she'll hop onto your back. she's fallen asleep a few times that way.

•or, she'll be focused on checking her list for a supply run the next day, or maybe just got out of the bathroom, having showered when you'll surprise her by picking up bridal style. Meryl will yelp, looking at you with wide eyes, your own soft smile and eyes staring back. you tell her that you hope one day you can carry her like this, but instead of in a hotel room, you hope it's when you're walking down the isle of a church after that special kiss.

•Meryl shut down for a minute, blushing hard as you laughed lightly at her reaction.

she can't help but imagine it too

#trigun x reader #trigun headcanons #meryl stryfe x reader

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cboffshore · 3 months

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Since I saw you reblogging an ask post...

I was reading one of your fics on ao3 (I forgot which one :,) ) and in one of the notes you mentioned that there were certain Skybound angst tropes that you weren't quite fond of. So what are those tropes if you do mind me asking?

Hey there! Starting off with a SPICY one, that's fun. I've probably got that note on all of my Skybound stuff in some way, shape, or form, because aside from being my personal preferences, these tropes I don't like run DEEP in the fandom. This is going to get long, so under the cut we go! (Cw/tw for mentions of SA and related topics.)

There are three main tropes in Skybound fic that I dislike, but they appear so often and in so many forms that it's impossible to name them all, so they're split into three main categories for ease here. Ordered from least to most irritating:

Probably the least annoying on this list: violence and gore. This is the most understandable one that shows up - after all, this is a fighting show, and of course we've got that whole eyepatch scene to reckon with - but it's still a little annoying. I can usually work past it unless it's take 62837272727 of someone gouging out Jay's eye or a souped up Scrap n Tap scene with nothing added but more blood and gratuitous violence. Doesn't matter how creative it is, that's usually enough to make me close out unless the fic has something cooler to offer. It gets boring fast, okay? Like, I completely get it most times, but it's been done to death. Not always a total deal breaker, though. I've used shades of it in my own work, so I can't condemn it entirely.

A lethal pairing I like to call Sopping Wet Cat Jay and Therapy Dog Nya- usually comorbid, very rarely independent. This also usually presents in post-Skybound reveal/healing style fics. Sopping Wet Cat Jay is when all Jay (when presented with Skybound memories or reminders) is capable of is being absolutely, well, sopping wet and pathetic about it. Lots of crying and wailing and nightmares. Therapy Dog Nya is the traditional response to this, where Nya forgets her own trauma entirely to be a huggable object and supplier of gentle reassurance that nothing that happens to Jay was his fault. Again, I completely understand why people write these, but I feel very strongly that they're a disservice to BOTH characters. Jay flew the Keep (ETA: originally wrote Jeep lmao) straight into the Temple and threatened to turn Nadakhan into French toast! Nya DIED after spending all season trying to advocate for herself and her independence! Did we even watch the same show? Sure doesn't feel like it when I see this trope. Absolutely, yes, trauma presents weirdly down the line - but this as the default response always seems weird to me. And it shows up so, so often. Worse still is when a fic might try to give Nya a little agency and nod at her trauma, only to spin on its heel the moment the author decides Jay needs to start sobbing about mops or something. (I'm probably coming off bitter here, but let's be real: this has been happening for seven years. I'm tired.)

This one is an absolute deal breaker: gratuitous sexual assault and/or capital R offenses. Doesn't matter who it happens to, honestly, but the absolute worst is when it happens to Jay (perpetrated by Nadakhan) and when the author acts like it's canon and writes as if it's a given. I actually have already written an entire two part essay on this - part one is here, with a link to part two at the end. Some of my stances in part two have shifted slightly (for instance, I've recently blocked both case study authors because every time I see someone endorsing their work, I want to deep fry my thumbs), but for the most part, this essay conveys my feelings on, nuances of, and rough history of this trend WAY better than I can here. And if you thought #2 came off kinda bitter, well. This essay is battery acid, but I mean every word. An opinion I didn't fully examine in the essay is that I also feel it's a disservice to Nadakhan's character - he's FASCINATING, so to see him reduced to a r*pist just makes me mad. Go after him for his CANON crimes, please. Stop making stuff up!!

Anyway - thanks for the ask! If you read the essay and have any questions, please let me know.

#lila speaks #uffi tag #cw sa #Tw SA

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celastapasta · 2 days

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Remember when I said I was done making OCs? I lied. I'm never done. However I am making a new post cus the original was getting long. Go check out the rest of my brain children! Anyways I made Umeko's classmates.

Name: Hirose Yuna

Age: 14

Pronouns: She/her

Rank: Grade 3 1st year

CT: Freeze Tag. Her cursed energy acts as a static charge that stuns anyone struck for a small amount of time. She can imbue anything with the charge.

Fun Facts:

• Yuna is primarily a fist fighter, and chooses to tactically lay out her charges on the battlefield to surprise and inconvenience the enemy while she pummels them.

• She's mouthy and a little rude, though she means well most of the time.

• Often uses her CT to prank and annoy people. The handle on the fridge is a favorite place of hers to leave static.

• Highly competitive even if she doesn't actually know how to do something.

• Often tried to show off to her upperclassmen.

• Yuna was one of Umeko's classmates. She was killed during a mission in 2010, their freshman year, when an unregistered territorial first grade curse appeared.

Name: Yanagi Kenji

Age: 15

Pronouns: He/him

Rank: Grade 2 1st year

CT: Bag of Holding. Can create pockets/wells of cursed energy that remain around him. He stores items in these pockets and retrieves them when needed. They have no physical appearance so when he retrieves items it seems like they're being pulled out of the space around him. He can manipulate the size of the pockets and cannot store items that are too large in said pockets. Larger pockets are harder to maintain. He could theoretically store people/curses in them but it's much harder to contain unless they're willing.

Fun Facts:

• Kenji bleaches his hair, and is often told he looks like a lion.

• He's rather intimidating, being as tall as Gojo and Very Wide.

• Is sweet to his friends but looks like he will murder anyone else.

• Taking the lion comparison in stride, he fights with clawed fist weapons.

• He's a nerd and loves things like D&D, which inspired his CT name.

• He was well on his way to mastering a Domain Expansion.

• Kenji died during the same mission as Yuna while trying to protect the others.

Name: Kamo Ayane

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/her

Rank: Semi-Grade 1 Sorcerer

CT: Chi-Blocking. Being struck by her technique causes a disconnect between the part of the body struck and the brain, rendering it unusable for a time.

Fun Facts:

• Ayane is stoic, cold, and to-the-point.

• She is a cousin of Noritoshi's, and being raised in a clan she has a very clinical view on building relationships with fellow sorcerers. She doesn't bother getting to know people outside jujutsu society.

• Her views and disposition had her butting heads with Umeko quite often and they had a very notable dislike for each other during high school.

• She lost sight in one eye during the incident that claimed her classmates' lives.

• She's a little salty about not being born with blood manipulation.

• Fights with a whip to keep a distance, and incapacitates opponents in that way.

• Her and Umeko grew even more distant after losing their classmates and ended up getting in a rather bloody fight after tensions exploded. They made up after that, but they still don't get along very well. But they were both there, and they understand each other more than they'd like to admit.

• Ayane was killed December 24, 2017 during the Night Parade of 1000 Demons.

#oops! all dead #something about jujutsu society exploiting the youth and kids being forced to grow up #jujutsu kaisen #jjk ocs #my ocs

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frostise · 2 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

BASICS

name / alias: venus

pronouns: she/her/they/them

blog type: single muse. multi-muse. non selective. semi selective. selective. mutuals only. private. other (specify)

type of muse: canon. oc's. both. other (specify)

GENERALITIES

tiggers people MUST tag: eye horror. i recently found this out and it's the extremely detailed, slimy kind that looks as if it's going to fall out of the eye sockets. trypophobia as well thank you

interest tracker / checker: i have it and it's mandatory. i have it, it's not mandatory but i'm more likely to follow back / interact with the people who fill it. i have one and i prefer it if people fill it in. i have it but it's up to the people whether to fill it or not. i don't have one. other (specify)

reblog karma: i practise it. i practise it sometimes but i never expect you to send in a ask if you feel too pressured. i don't practise it. i always reblog memes from the source (as in, i will never reblog off your account because i fear it would bother you). indifferent.

rule passwords: i have one and it's mandatory. i have one and it's optional. i don't have one. i send passwords. i don't sent passwords because i have anxiety

ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT

the basic rp etiquette

don't start drama out of nowhere because of miscommunication or if my muse offended you. they are a villain for a reason. mun does not equal muse. same goes for unnecessary vague posting or gaslighting. i hate that shit

i am a slow roleplayer. don't hound me every minute for replies. this is supposed to be a safe place for me outside of my personal life. i get distracted, i'm forgetful and i'm a human being with feelings

i value communication and politeness. i would appreciate if you're being honest to me without being a dickhead about it. especially if a thread is randomly dropped because you had no inspiration for it. i would understand why that happened and we can start plotting another thread. if i make you uncomfortable then say so, otherwise i would assume everything is fine between us. you're also free to drop me as a rp partner for whatever reason as long as it ends on a good note

i will never practice favoritism! i love writing with you mutuals equally

rp is a two way street. you and i are free to reject a ship or a concept plot. it's nothing personal. we are also here to support each other via liking/commenting headcanons, sending asks ect

IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND

superficial rpers that only follow because of fancy graphics/tags and have a large number of following as if they were superior to those without it. not fun experiencing that side tbh

never assume i ignore you if i'm online. i will get back to you when i have the time for it. i'm mostly here because i have writing to finish or i'm sending in asks

i hate it when people guilt trip me. i won't stand for it

THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT SOFT OR HARD BLOCKING

only mutuals can like/reblog from my account but please don't spam me. it messes up my notifications. non-mutuals using me as a resource blog is annoying and would result in a hard block. i have a carrd for a reason

i rarely hard block mutuals unless i find out you're a toxic person with heavy evidence against you

DNI personals (unless you're a personal with a side rp blog and we're mutuals then you're fine ^^) i don't want my posts to be reblogged or known outside of the rp community. a soft block will be my first warning, but if you try it again it's a instant hard block. no spamming here

THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW

vague posting. if you're not bothered to solve the issue like a adult then i will unfollow you

if you stalk, harrass, bully me or my rp partners

tagging: link is in the header. steal it ♡

#˗ˏˋ ༄ ──── 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 〳 ❪ helluva party ❫#this wasn't supposed to be long 😭😭#long post tw

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darklovecat · 1 year

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other glow up tips?

My Experience with Lasik Eye Surgery (Trans-PRK).

Investing in laser eye surgery was one of my most important parts of my physical glow up. My eyes are my best features, they're pretty, big round, dark brown, but didn't exactly work (5 dioptries). Either way, you couldn't tell because they were either hidden behind a frame of glasses, blodshot and half-closed due to lenses, or covered by extremely unnatural looking bright blue color contacts (God please forgive me). I ditched them all, got them lasered and look and feel 100% better.

Lenses.

I hate them. All the times I dropped and lost them, all the times my eyes would turn watery the moment I put them on, and the one time it got stuck in my eye and I couldn't find it and almost had a panic attack. This is my own experience, I'm not an ophthalmologist, so take this with a grain of salt (or two) and do your own research please. I'm here to share my own personal experience. My eyes used to start tearing like crazy just with soft breezes of wind and at times it was hard to keep my eyes open even though I followed all instructions. Lenses made my eyes look hooded as well and after getting my eyes lasered they don't have that droopy look, my eye area looks so much more open and awake now. I hated the discomfort, the redness, the sensitivity, having to put them on, having to put them out, having them. There could be a million explanations for these but it was just easier for me to get my eyes lasered and call it a day.

The surgery.

You put on your surgical gown and a hair cap, you lay down, they give you local anesthesia so you can't feel any pain in your eye. Laser beam for 10 seconds (felt more like 10 minutes). The surgery itself does not feel painful, just extremely uncomfortable, you can't close or move your eyes for 10 seconds, my surgeon counted back from 10 but I swear it felt like an eternity. I cried while they were lasering my eyes because I always do and I kept pinching myself and shaking my legs because I felt very nervous and was probably PMSing, but there is no actual pain, just intense discomfort and pressure, the actual pain only comes after the anesthesia wears off after a few hours, I would say it is a 7.5/10, you wear black goggles for 2 weeks, your eyes sting like crazy, it's like having dry eyes 24/7 for 2 weeks. And then 2 weeks later you wake up and your eyes actually work (miracle). I remember taking them off for the first time after weeks and being absolutely shocked about how well I could see (and at how terrible my eyebrows looked).

1 year later...

I wake up, I have 10/10 vision, and I love it. I feel like I can see better now than ever, I don't have to deal with eye sensitivities due to lenses, or worry about accidentally sitting on my glasses, I feel prettier too. There's another thing that feels very hard for me to describe, but I feel like I am directly living in the world, I feel more in touch with the world, my lenses and glasses always felt like a barrier. After your surgery, you need to wear sunglasses for 6 months. Not an issue, you should protect your eyes in any case and protecting them from the sun's UV rays has always been essential for me regardless. They need to be big especially on the sides so your eyes are protected.

To sum it up, here are my tips:

Go to a very reputable doctor at a specialized eye clinic. My doctor had 25 years of experience and over 50 000 cases.

Take all the medications that you are prescribed post-surgery and follow all instructions, focus on healing after your surgery.

Invest in a pair of high-quality UV blocking sunglasses. No, that chewed up pair from H&M you got 2 years ago won't cut it.

Reduce screen time, blue light blocking filters are your best friend. Make sure you have a support person.

You need to go to a highly reputable place obviously, you can't cheap out unless you have another pair of eyes, your doctor needs to be very experienced and good at what he does, use what resources you have to read up on your doc and his work, his ratings should be very high and of people who are happy with their results. My mom, my aunt, my grandpa all got LASIC eye surgery 20 years ago so naturally, I followed in their eye steps because they were all happy with their results. You need a support person, my parents were right with me during and after the surgery, my mom picked out the hospital and doctor for me and I could not go out of bed for 2 weeks so make sure you have some good podcasts ready and take at least 2 weeks off.

Feel free to message me or drop an ask if you have any questions.

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talyns-fanfics · 1 year

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Don’t Think Twice

Kingdom Hearts III

Sora x Organization! Xemnas child!reader

Part 2 of Sanctuary, a request from @blue-winter-queen . I got attached to the story and wanted more. A third part will be posted after my art block passes.

(O/N) = Organization Name

(Y/N) = Your Name

Warnings: Angst

Meeting up with R in Arendelle, Sora tries to bring her to the light.

Takes place during and Kingdom Hearts 3. Larxene is benched and R goes to Arendelle in her stead.

Elsa runs off after she creates a wall to separate Sora, Donald, and Goofy from her. “Sora. You have to let her go.” Donald tells a sulking Sora. “She wants to be alone.” Sora walks away from the wall. “I just wanted to know why she was so sad.” From behind the group, a familiar voice was heard. “Classic Sora. Intrusive as always.” The group turns to see a short figure in a black coat.

“That voice.” Sora mutters to himself. “(O/N)? Is is you?” He asks the figure, making them laugh as they take off their hood. It was (O/N). They were slightly older and had a different hairstyle and their eyes were yellow instead of orange, but it was in fact (O/N). “So nice of you to acknowledge me. You know, one of the Organization Members you’ve killed in cold blood.” They were more sarcastic and they had a lot more venom in their tone.

Sora thought back to how (O/N) had died. He didn’t want to kill them. He wanted to spare their life, but his keyblade was run right through them with no explanation. They’re acting as if he was the one who killed them, but it just happened, out of his control.

“I wanted to save you.” He tried to convince them, but they weren’t hearing it. “Back to business.” Their gauntlets appear on their hands. “I’m going to need you to stay away from Elsa.” Their smile drops. “Why are you after her?” He asks.

“Relax. No one is going to hurt her, but we need you out of the way.” As they finish, Donald and Goofy started to hit the wall with their weapons, making it shatter. “Guys! What are you doing?” Sora asks in panic. “It’s not us, Sora!” Goofy yells in protest. “The ice is gonna wall us in!” Donald screams.

Boulders of ice shoot into the ground, surrounding the three. “That’s a mystery to figure out.” (O/N) says, walking away. Sora tries rushing towards them, but he was completely walked in by the ice before he got to them. He bangs his fists against the wall. Not in desperation to get out, but in anguish instead.

“(O/N)? Why?” He whispers, knowing they couldn’t hear him.

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The three had escaped The Labyrinth of Ice and had made it up the North Mountain. “I don’t know what we just saw but wow.” Sora says as the Ice Palace was completed. “Elsa looked different.” Donald says as Goofy added on “Yeah, and a lot happier, too.” Sora starts walking forward. “Let’s say hi.”

As the two followed him, (O/N) showed up in a Dark Corridor, blocking their way to the stairs. “Oh no, I’m hurt now.” They say sarcastically. “I thought I was the only one you cared about that way.” That took Sora aback. “Please don’t tell me. You’re jealous over Elsa? I don’t like her that way.” Sora tries explaining. “Plus, why are you so concerned about her?” “Fine, I’ll admit it. Elsa is a person of interest to us.”

Maybe she's one of the seven lights we’re looking for. One of the New Seven Hearts. I was told to make sure off it, though. Fortunately, I’m in the best position to tell. Can't pick out that "special glimmer"...unless you're standing in the shadows. And maybe Elsa doesn’t have it. I mean, just look how cold her castle is. Made of magic she forced herself to keep hidden until now. What if it's dark magic?

“Elsa would never rely on the darkness.” Sora countered. “She’s not you.” Just then, (O/N) felt something in their chest where their heart would be. Was it hurt? No, it couldn’t be. They didn’t have a heart to feel that.

“It’s not up to you. It’s how she sees it.” (O/N) shoved down the faux feeling and snaps at Sora. “If she believes her magic is darkness, that's what it will become.” They explain to the group. “Accepting her power, whatever it is, is the only way she can set her heart free. So what will she accept? Light or darkness?” They finish their taunt with a smirk.

“I won’t let her fall to darkness.” Sora gets defensive. “I’ll protect her, and then I’ll drag you out.” As he spoke, the air around him started getting pretty thin as he was lifted up on the ground.

He tries to grasp at the invisible force trying to crush his windpipe. “I told you, it’s her choice.” (O/N) says loud enough so Sora could hear. “You wanna protect her? You wanna save me? Then stop trying to be our hero.” Sora is then tossed off the ridge. Donald and Goofy rush towards (O/N) with their weapons out, only to be pushed back by the same energy that threw Sora off.

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The three safety made it to the ground. Donald and Goofy got to their feet and walk over to Sora. Sora’s hand was lightly clutching onto his neck as he felt the normal amount of air return. The two help him up as he rubs his throat.

“Why is (O/N) like this?” His voice was slightly damaged. He felt something in his own heart at the thought of how coldly they treated him. “We should go back up to check on Elsa. You know, to make sure (O/N) was wrong about her.” Sora nods his head in agreement, not trusting his voice.

For Sora’s sake, not another word was spoken until he fully healed. The group went on their way.

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A while afterwards, Sora was completely healed and was talking again. He, Donald, and Goofy rush towards the now reunited sisters, only to be blocked by a bubble of Darkness surrounding them. They stop in their tracks and (O/N) appears in front of them, looking over at Anna and Elsa.

“Ok, I’m one to admit when I’m wrong.” They said, feeling a little salty. “You did manage to protect her from the Darkness. And now, there’s not only one of The New Seven Hearts here, but two. That’s something I’ll have to tell my father when I get back.” They turn to the group.

“First Marluxia, now you? What’s going on?” Sora asks. (O/N) walks closer. “So, Marluxia already spilled the beans. I may as well give you a refresher. If you fail to find your guardians, us seekers will need another group to fall back on.”

“Leave innocent people out of it!” Sora was getting upset, but (O/N) wasn’t letting up. “Don’t you have a princess in your ranks? That’s kinda hypocritical of you. You’ll need more if you don’t want these princesses harmed.” Sora scoffed. “Like you have your thirteen already. The King said you’re one member short.” That got (O/N) to laugh.

“Funny thing, we’re actually set. We’ve been set a while back.” (O/N) said after regaining sensibility. That took the group aback. “So, you need to find your last lights, or we’ll be needing theirs.” Y/N disappears into a Dark Corridor. “They found their thirteen?” Sora says to himself.

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At the Keyblade Graveyard, Sora runs into a secluded area. He sees (O/N) with their gauntlets on and multiple Inquisitor Nobodies standing behind them. Sora runs up to (O/N). He decides not to pull out his Keyblade, seeing that no one has attacked him yet.

He lightly takes (O/N)’s hand, making them slightly flinch. “(O/N), please. Come to the light.” They look away from him. “You don’t know what my dad would do to me if I did, what Xehanort would do…” they say quietly. Sora finally realizes why they do what they have been doing. Why they were so hard on him. “If you come to the light, we’ll defeat Xehanort. Together. The way it was always meant to be.”

(O/N) pulls away from Sora, getting into a fighting stance as the Inquisitors start flying around the area. “Fight me. I won’t use my powers this time. Just end me.” They begged. Sora summons his Keyblade.

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(O/N) slumps to the ground and the last of the Inquisitors disappear. Xehanort’s darkness slips out of them. They try prying off their coat. Sora kneels down to their level, trying to help them. The coat was off, showing the keyhole shaped scar on their stomach where Sora ran them through the first time they fought.

Sora’s eyes scan over the scar. “I need to explain this.” (O/N) name says. “It’s my power, Sora. I can manipulate the mind, make people do things they normally wouldn’t do.” That explains everything. Why Sora’s Keyblade was ran through them back then and why Donald and Goofy trapped them in the Labyrinth of Ice.

“Please, not another word.” Sora says. “You’re not strong enough. Save your strength. We have to fight Xehanort.” (O/N) shook their head. “I can’t help, but someone else can. Just believe for me.” They finally give a genuine smile. “Please, Sora.” (O/N) disappears in the darkness, gone. Sora let out a few tears.

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While fighting against Saïx, the guardians were not doing to well. Saïx swings his claymore and then a Dark Corridor opens. A young person with (hair length + color) hair and (color) eyes in a normal looking outfit rushes through with (O/N)’s gauntlets on their hands. They catch the claymore with their gauntlets, keeping Saïx at bay.

Sora looks over. “(O/N)?” They push Saïx back before they turn around. “Less questions, more fight-!” They, along with Sora and Kairi, were pushed to the ground by Saïx. Lea rushes in front of the three, protecting them.

Sora looks over to the new person, who was trying to stay conscious. “Who are you?” He asks, his voice straining. They try to sit up. “(O/N) is my nobody. I’m (Y/N).” Sora crawls over to them, pulling them into a gentle hug. “I thought I lost you.” They hug him back.

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“I don’t need hearts, I’ll scatter them all to the winds.” Xemnas disappears, appearing behind (Y/N). He grabs them by both of their gauntlets. “(Y/N)!” Sora rushes to them. “What difference does one little light make? You have others, just as we have more darknesses to replenish our ranks.” Xemnas disappears with (Y/N), leaving the others to fight Saïx.

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Xemnas and (Y/N) exit the corridor out of the maze. “Let go of me.” (Y/N) struggles against his hold before he throws them to the ground. Ansem and Xehanort, along with Xemnas, now have (Y/N) surrounded. (Y/N) looks up in horror.

Additional Notes: This part was posted on March 28th 2023. This date is mostly known as the 21st Anniversary of Kingdom Hearts, but it’s also my 20th birthday. I just wanted to post something to celebrate both occasions.💝

#Spotify #talyns fanfics #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #sora #sora kingdom hearts #sora x reader #organization xiii #organization 13

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mydayserenade · 2 years

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- something along the lines of...

- synopsis: hongjoong had always been adamant in resisting his friend, park seonghwa, from partaking and going even further in his experimentations. as if life for seonghwa wasn’t a whole land of purgatory, will his inner demons bring out the best or the worst in him one fearful night?

- seonghwa x hongjoong

- tw: blood, hallucinations, cursing, mentions of operational procedures

- horror, thriller, muderous muderous friends

- word count: 1.4k

- a/n: so yes i am back after nth months of indefinite ghosting and completely forgetting this account even existed due to my lack of commitment with my hobbies but ANYWAYS, that is another discussion for another day. i can't even describe to begin how much i had been itching to write something before the year ended but here we are with a seongjoong horror themed one, perfect for the spoopy month! now, im not gonna promise anything in terms of uploading regularly (although i dont think many of you could give two fucks) but i will still be posting stuff seldomly if writers block will not become my enemy for the months to come. though i feel like i can kinda be back in my writing element, time is the biggest constraint for me in pumping out ideas and fics hence why i have been ia and unmotivated to post... until today (which is kinda odd ngl but ik it wont last forever). enough of the jibber-jabber, please enjoy my unplanned october special featuring our very lovely seongjoong :) see u all soonest!

*all credits goes to the images used

*the views, themes and dialogue does not reflect the belief and/or influence of the artists mentioned below and of the writer.

*please DO NOT repost on other sites unless you have given credits to the original writer.

“Has the patient been experiencing any side-effects?” A faint and shallow voice echoes throughout the clean, white halls. “No sir, amazing to see how our test subject can withstand even the highest of frequencies.”

The nurse pleasingly announced. “It’s only a matter of time until we can actually start Project Siren on him to fully seal the deal with Ember Corp.” She enthusiastically added, with the squeaky wheels from the mobile hospital bed loudly agreeing. “Aren’t we too ahead of ourselves, dear?” Doctor Kim paused as he leaned over towards the nurse’s eye level and kept a steady but threatful glare. As she was trembling in fear, Doctor Kim leaned back and put his hand delicately on her shoulder. Composing her while asking her subtly to leave. “You are most certainly right Doctor, apologies for my immature behavior”. As she bows her head and Doctor Kim copying it, the nurse heads off the north wing of the facility-- leaving Doctor Kim and the occupied hospital bed all alone.

“Well, Mr. Park. Shall I roll you right back into your room?” Hongjoong pitched but no one was of answer, he heaved a heavy sigh and took course heading towards his main office with his patient.

A muffled voice and multiple blinding haze of lights had woken up Seonghwa’s senses as he gradually got back into his conscious state. But before he could even theorize on his own about where he was, Hongjoong was sitting across him in his leather office chair; watching Seonghwa slowly recoup and get to his bearings.

"Hongjoong? Wh-whe... Where are we?"

"Its DOCTOR Hongjoong mind you, and we are in my office; perfectly designed by yours truly."

Seonghwa shakes off the weariness in his head, clearly in distraught after 5 anxious hours of being knocked out. Hongjoong stands up from his chair and makes his way towards the side of Seonghwa's bed; keeping a safe distance to avoid any complications and sudden raptures that Seonghwa may present.

"Are you feeling better?" Hongjoong asks calmly. "I've experienced worse." Seonghwa replies with shallow breaths.

"You don't have to keep doing this Seonghwa. I told you, I'm more than willing to help you get back on your feet."

"Over my dead body would I treat you like an ATM."

Seonghwa's resistant tone and jaw clenching was enough for Hongjoong to entirely change the subject; even if he would like to prolong the conversation and plead for him to stop going through these sessions, both of them would just end up with cursing each other out-- something Hongjoong never attests to.

"So what happens now? Do I get to finally leave the facility?"

Hongjoong was adamant to let a word out of his mouth, he already had known that Seonghwa would not be able to leave this place immediately; not in due time at least. Seonghwa notices the sudden gloom in the eyes of the doctor, “Uh-oh, this isn’t good”.

He finally takes the courage to speak. "I'm afraid not in the near future, the company is still ordering for a few more trial runs before I can let you go." Seonghwa suddenly lifts his head up, eyebrows knitted and rapid impulses of rage race through the chambers of his mind.

"You're fucking with me." Never had he been more infuriated at the way things were going. All of his life was he berated of things he wasn’t coming into terms with, he had already accepted his faith being the unlucky duckling in his family. He accepted defeat and disownment like no other prideful being could ever do. But this? This was more than just cursing out, this was betrayal-- this was unacceptable in his books. He was promised 15 sessions only, a shit ton of money; he was promised to be out of this hell hole immediately.

"I thought we were already done with the 15 sessions?" A chilling growl rumbles down deep into Seonghwa’s chest, he was seeing red like a crimson tide crashing into his hindsight. Hongjoong couldn’t bear the sight of his friend all wired up and weary, but as much as he persuaded for him to stop Seonghwa from doing this all arguments would lead to nothing.

"I thought so too." Hongjoong replied as he crossed his arms, firming his stance in case Seonghwa would ever come at him. Carefully he stands closer to him, but he clearly wasn’t having none of Hongjoong’s gentle sympathy. "I'm sorry Seonghwa, these are orders from the board. You haven't been showing any signs of improvement-- you know how resilient and ugly these people can be when things don't go accordingly as planned." All could Seonghwa do was scowl at the sight of Hongjoong, he clearly had no energy within him to even throw the nearby glass of water on his bedside neither scream at the top of his lungs.

Silence filled the eerie void of Hongjoong’s office, no one was in their element to start a ruckus-- not even Seonghwa who could barely move an inch. After what felt like hours standing in the middle of nowhere, a sharp ringing blasts the entire room and perks up Hongjoong’s ear. With a hand gesture signaling Seonghwa to give him a few minutes, he leaves the chilly room, leaving Seonghwa all by himself.

In a fit of rage inside his head, a multitude of curses flew out of his mouth while clenching the white sheets delicately placed on top of him. As he continues to verbally bring out his anger, a throbbing and excruciating pain hovering all over his head brings out the worst in Seonghwa. He couldn’t get up by himself, Hongjoong wasn’t anywhere near him, all he could do was cry and curl up in a ball until the pain would miraculously disappear. Until visions of blood, slaughter and the whispering winds of the distress embraces him, Seonghwa ultimately stops from his cry of pain. The whimpers paused, everything felt so dense around him and his conscience was nowhere to be found. Seonghwa feels a moist, seeping spot on his blanket. As he reaches for the tissue box near him, his mouth opens agape to the sight being reflected at the monitor in front of him.

Why was he crying blood?

#park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #seongjoong #ateez #ateez fic #ateez horror #ateez thriller #seonghwa #hongjoong #hongjoong doctor #seonghwa patient

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garlic-the-gnome · 1 year

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I posted 10,379 times in 2022

That's 8,270 more posts than 2021!

762 posts created (7%)

9,617 posts reblogged (93%)

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I tagged 5,952 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#its spooky time - 633 posts

#mlp - 605 posts

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#furby - 449 posts

#mlp g4 - 374 posts

#plush - 369 posts

#fraggle rock - 326 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i found this in a youtube comment on a video on how vaccines dont cause autism and the anti-vaxxers in the comments were saying some really

My Top Posts in 2022:

I think that one of the reasons allistics say everybody is a little autistic is because of the words we use to describe our experiences.

When I tell people I don't like eye contact because it feels bad they dismiss it and still try to make eye contact with me. When I say that I don't understand social queues they interpret it as a little bit socially awkward and expect me to read between the lines. No matter how I describe how I feel it's always going to be interpreted as a little uncomfortable because they'll always assume I experience things the same way they do. Because I don't have the language to explain how much pain I'm in and how much discomfort things bring.

This is just my experience as one autistic so I am in no means speaking for all autistics when I say this

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Furby art in the wild

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Easy tips for new tumblr users

Change your icon, banner and blog title (its really easy and other users won't think you're a bot and block you)

Customise your blog! Go to edit appearance and switch on custom theme. There are tonnes of pre-made themes that you can install as well as manner bloggers who make them. Just search html theme.

Switch off best things first (it's in settings( this will keep your dash in chronological order (which means you don't see the same stuff over and over)

Be as cringe as you want. Cover your entire dashboard with your favourite character is you want.

Spam liking and rebloging isn't really a thing. There are few users who do block if you reblog to many of their posts but honestly they're not really worth your time.

Turns off likes and following, it clears up your blog and no one really cares about these

REBLOG THINGS. If you a cool piece of art of a post that makes you chuckles click the little arrows and reblog it. If you have short something to say add it in the tags instead unless you want to tag another user or build upon their post.

Use the tags. Put comments and thoughts in them. Use them to organise your blog. They are really easy to use (plus there are fun in the tags games)

Sending anon hate is pointless. If you don't like the person just block them and move on.

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My #1 post of 2022

I think tumblr should sell pikachu man merch

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #of course my top post was pikaman🤦

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foreverapocalypse · 14 days

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INTRO

Hello! Welcome to this account... Uh, I don't really have a big need to make an intro for this? Unless it gets super popular, which I will then be making a whole new account just for the AU instead of just a new blog, and then an intro will go there or whatever.

Only necessary information is that I am a part of a system so therefore I may disappear for long amounts of times, I go by any pronouns but Eye/Eyeself would be preferred for this specific account. For the sake of no confusion I'm going by an entirely different name on this account, which will be Calypso! I say for the sake of no confusion as I am a WTNV Fictive, and that will help me separate myself from this AU as well.

Onto what this account is!

This is a small blog I'm making to keep hold of random information dumps, fanfic updates, and whatever about a WTNV AU I've made! I will post links to new Fics I make relevant to the AU, quick posts saying when those Fics have update, and small infodumps about things in the AU I dont really want to just throw into a google doc.

I have a bit of hope for this to get popular, but since I'm not an artist of any kind and very slow with updating things, I worry it may not. But regardless! I just want to have a place to show it off, so this is the place now!

I will have NO DNI LIST HERE!!! I believe they are stupid and useless, and that you should not expect others to be curating your online experiences. If you come to my account and I find problems with you or the way you act towards me or others, then I will block you myself with no further warnings or questions. This won't be me condemning you against reading about my AU or creating things for it, but rather just a declaration that I don't wish to further interact with you directly.

Sorry for being chatty, but yeah! Hopefully you guys enjoy what I end up showing off here! OH! And feel free to send me asks, especially if you have any questions about the AU, or even just about this post in specific for now.

Though, to leave you off.. here are some warnings below for stuff this AU may contain, outside of the basic gore and NSFW you may expect from an apocalypse AU, because I want people to be safe while viewing this AU and to not accidentally trigger themselves. This is also a boundary I am setting, in a way.

Some Fics I create about this AU may have a possibility of containing more genuinely dark themes, such as rape, abuse, or things people can find more triggering than their counterparts such as animal gore and child death. I will ALWAYS properly tag and warn for these things, and I want this to be a warning for you to ALWAYS check the warnings I put out on some posts or fanfics.

Not every dark theme I incorporate into my Fics will be explicitly shamed or otherwise displayed as bad, depending on the POV you will be reading from. This is not an excuse to come on to my accounts and view these as glorifying anyones actions. I expect my readers to have their own moral ideals already fixed up, and therefore not need me to explicitly state when or why something is wrong.

Do not come onto my account to accuse me of harming others, do not come on here to accuse me of supporting harm to others. I will block you without question, and I will not engage in arguments over these things.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #wtnv au #writers on tumblr #introduction #intro post #pinned intro #no dni #potentially triggering

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