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daisies-daydreams · 8 months

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I’m craving angst!

could you possibly come up with something involving Ghost or König as a deadbeat father who regrets leaving and tries to come back into our lives?

One Step at a Time (Deadbeat!/Ex!König x F!Reader)

Pairing: Deadbeat!/Ex!König x F!Reader Category: Angst Warnings: Descriptions of Abandonment, Self-Deprecating Thoughts, Mention of Generational Trauma, Verbal Fighting, Swearing, Babies Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: Bro my heart. 😭 I haven’t written much angst, so I apologize if it’s not great. Also, König's real name is "Mathias" in this story. I hope you enjoy!

Pt. 2

You rocked your one-year old baby girl, Emilie, in your arms as you hummed a soft tune. Her cute smile slowly softened as she drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Emi,” you whispered, kissing the tuft of ginger hair on her head. "Mommy loves you so, so, so much," you smiled warmly. Your daughter stirred and yawned as you lowered her into her crib. A warm smile crossed your exhausted features as you admired her sleeping soundly.

To say it wasn't easy being a single mother would be an understatement. You were thankful to have a full-time job and a retired neighbor who watched her while you were gone. And yet...all the money you made never seemed to be enough. Bills would pile up, something would break down, groceries had to be bought on what felt like a daily basis. Everything for Emilie alone bit a huge chunk out of your wallet.

And yet…you adored the little infant bundled inside her crib. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing the patch of your tummy that still had some fluff to it. You winced as thoughts came bubbling up to the surface.

Thoughts about him.

How he told you he’d be “right back” before slamming the front door and taking off in his truck. That horrible sound always sent shivers down to spine. You sank down onto your bed as your heart sank into the pit of your stomach.

“It’s your fault he left,” a nasty voice inside your head hissed. You clutched your belly as you shook your head. “If you had just taken your birth control none of this would have ever happened,” it chided. You took a sharp breath, trying to ease your nerves until a sudden knock at your door stirred you from your thoughts. Your blood pressure spiked when you heard it:

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Three knocks…just like the way he would to do it. You glanced down at your sleeping daughter before slowly walking out into the hallway of your tiny apartment. Another round of knocks came from the door as you approached it, your hand shaking slightly as you slid it over the doorknob. Your eyes widened when you opened the door: the very man who broke your heart stood right in front of you.

“Hal-“ you slammed the door shut before he could even finish his greeting. “Maus, wait!” he called, frantically pounding on the door.

"Go away, Mathias!" you shouted, covering your hands over your ears. Eventually the loud knocking subsided, giving you hope that he left.

"(Y/N), I need to talk to you," his voice was muffled. You scowled.

"What could you possibly want to talk about!?” you yelled back. You heard him sigh from the other side of the door.

"Please? It's important...I promise," he begged, his voice cracking with every syllable. You bit your bottom lip so hard you tasted a hint of iron.

"Don't do it," the voice inside your head screamed. "He left you. What’s stopping him from doing it again?" it hissed. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Your shoulders slumped as you released your grip on your hair. You puffed out a breath of hot air before reluctantly shifting towards the door.

Mathias stood stiff as a board, his icy blue eyes wide as he shuffled awkwardly. You stretched your arms across the threshold as if protecting whatever home you had left.

"Hi," he said with a small wave. Your brows immediately furrowed as you scanned him up and down. His clothes were more put together, most of his lean frame now replaced with layers of muscle. His face was well-shaven, too, a rare sight when you were with him. You shook your head, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst from your eyes.

"If you're here for money, I can't give it to you," you said coldly as you crossed your arms over your chest. Your ex-lover blinked before he raised his hands up.

"Nein, that's...that's not what I'm here for," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Your nostrils flared as you scowled.

"Then just tell me what you want: the sooner you do, the sooner you'll leave and we’ll both be happier," you snapped. Mathias frowned as his hand fell back to his side.

"It's about the baby," he said. Your eyes flicked up to him as your arms tightened around yourself.

"Oh, so now you choose to care about our-no, my daughter?!" you hissed. Mathias winced slightly.

"Maus-"

"Don't call me that," you growled, your face growing hotter with every second he stood in front of you. “And by the way, the baby’s name is Emilie-not that you’d care,” you added with a deadly glare. Mathias paused before he cleared his throat.

"(Y/N)...I-I was wrong, leaving you to raise Emilie on your own," he swallowed. Your eyes widened slightly at his words, the grip on your arms loosening as you watched him take a step closer. But suddenly, the tears you were trying so desperately to hold back spilled down your cheeks.

"Yes, you were," you snapped, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater. Mathias reached his hands out, only for you to take a few steps back. "Y-You literally disappeared right after I told you I was pregnant, Mathias!" you sobbed and shook, the everlasting ache in your chest growing wider and deeper. "How the fuck am I supposed to just let you come waltzing back here after that?!" you wailed. Emilie's cries suddenly tumbled from down the hall.

"Shit, I just put her to sleep," you cursed as you rushed down the hall. Emilie cried and thrashed around in her crib, throwing her tiny, curled up fists around as hot tears poured from her blue eyes. "Oh, Emi, I'm so sorry for waking you up," you gently whispered as you scooped her up into your arms. Her cries immediately softened as you began to gently bounce her, swaying your hips side to side as she gurgled. You flinched when you saw Mathias standing in the doorway to your bedroom. Before you raised your voice, he glanced down at the infant in your arms.

"She...she looks-"

"Just like you," you finished with a sharp tone, turning your head away from him and back to your daughter. Emilie yawned, her eyelids fluttering as she sniffled. You kissed her temple before resting her back in her crib, letting your hands linger on the edge of it. You slowly turned your head, Mathias still hovering in the threshold.

"I-I'm sorry," he swallowed.

"There's a lot of things for you to be sorry for," you said as you walked over towards him, eyes still red and puffy. "Why are you here, Mathias? Really?" you asked as you crossed your arms. He shuffled in placed before slipping his hands into one of his pockets. You blinked when he pulled an envelope out.

"Money...for child support. Or at least, what I estimated it would be," he clarified as he held it out to you. You hesitantly reached over and took it, the weight of it heavy in your hands. "It includes this month, too," Mathias added. You shakily opened it, gasping when you saw several dollar bills inside.

"H-How?" was all you could manage to utter. Mathias beamed as he straightened his posture.

"I decided to enter a program to become a welder," the man explained with a grin. Your throat became tight as you just stared at the money. You clenched your hands around the envelope as you took a deep breath.

"Mathias, this is..." you wiped your eyes again, your heart now tearing at the seams as a waves of emotion crashed over you. He took another step forward.

"I know this may sound crazy...but, I want to be a part of your life-lives, again," he said. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched.

"What?" you asked, your voice strained. Mathias rubbed his arm.

"I know that you and Emilie are going to need more than a paycheck every month," his eyes became glossy as he covered his mouth with his hand. "I-I was a coward," he choked, his fist shaking at his side. You felt like time slowed to a halt as you watched him crumble in front of you. "It was wrong of me to run away-from our relationship, from Emilie…from you," Mathias strained. He looked you in the eyes as he came closer, his body a mere foot from yours.

"(Y/N), I don't expect things to change over night. I know what I did can never be undone: all I ask is if there’s a chance where we can start over?" Mathias swallowed thickly. You glanced down at his hands, now rough and calloused. You sighed.

"Mathias...I-I don't know what to say," you confessed. He nodded.

"I know it's a lot for me to come in here, asking to be a part of your life again," he said. "But...I also want to change, (Y/N). I want to watch our baby girl grow up. I…I want to be the father I never had," his fists tightened. You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked between his flustered face and the envelope of money in your trembling hand.

He was right: the damage had already been done. There was no way to take back all those lonely nights filled with tears and the cold other half of the bed. Time stood still as you sorted through your thoughts, everything feeling so fast and slow at the same time. Anger still boiled beneath the surface…and yet…

"I'm willing to go one step at a time," you finally replied. His frown turned into a wobbly smile as he brushed his tears away with the hilt of his palm. “But I need to know if you’re willing to do that, too,” you said sternly. Mathias nodded.

"Yes, yes,” he said, his eyes lighting up with pure joy. “Thank you, Maus," he smiled. You flinched when he moved towards you with open arms, your face wrought with discomfort. “Sorry,” he sighed as he moved back. “One step at a time,” Mathias repeated your sentiment with a nervous chuckle. You smiled and nodded, a small ray of hope shining through the cracks of your broken heart.

Maybe it could be repaired…one step at a time.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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visceravalentines · 1 year

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A Gun is a Lonesome Creature

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Drinking with Bo is a bad idea. He has a worse one.

Smut. Gun kink!! Forced masturbation. Heavy alcohol use by Bo and reader. Dirty talk, Daddy kink. Creampie. Horrible toxic Stockholm relationship dynamics as per usual.

You lost count around drink number four.

Hal Ketchum played a little too loud from the dusty stereo in the corner, and Bo was laughing. Actually laughing – not the cold, cynical chuckle reserved for the damned. And it made you laugh, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, the way he wrinkled his nose.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. He wrapped his lips around a beer bottle and you felt your pulse in your pants. His jaw, his hair, the veins in his hands. He was beautiful and terrible, and maybe you would do anything for him. You sipped your whiskey Coke and giggled at his bad jokes, waiting desperately for the brunt of his full attention.

And you got it. You always did, sooner or later.

The song changed while you were up grabbing him a new beer. You started to dance, nothing fancy or coordinated, just a happy drunk hip sway to a song your parents used to play. When you closed your eyes the lamplight made everything glow velvet ruby red.

When you opened them again the room was tilting and the full force of his baby blues was fixed on you. He took a healthy swig of his beer and set the bottle down hard on the coffee table. You couldn’t feel your face.

“C’mere, darlin’.” He patted the couch beside him and you were over in an instant. Always so eager to please. At some point, it had become less about survival and more about wanting to impress him. Life was strange.

You sank down on the miserable couch and took a sip of your drink before setting it on the coffee table. He wasted no time, reaching out to cup your jaw, pulling you in for a long kiss that tasted like beer bubbles.

Your little heart fluttered, tongue searching his mouth like maybe the cure to your ailments was tucked behind his teeth. You reached for him and he didn’t stop you, so you took hold of his shirt and pulled yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around his chest, letting yourself believe for a moment that this was normal, that this was perfection, that this was –

He broke the kiss abruptly and you let loose an uninhibited sound of disappointment. He scrutinized you intently, ran his thumb back and forth across your lower lip.

“Hmm.”

You sat at attention, waiting like a well-mannered pup for whatever request he was about to make. You tried to read his expression but it was hard; you were drunk, and he was inscrutable. You wanted – needed – to keep him happy, whatever it took. You liked when he was happy.

“How you feelin’, baby?” Bo cocked his head. “Y’feel good?”

You smiled at him and nodded. He was awfully nice to look at. “Mmhm.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nodded again, in case he missed it before.

He leaned his head forward, his nose rubbing against yours. His grip remained firm on your jaw. “You want me, sugar?”

Your hands rested on his thighs, fingers tingling. You wished he wasn’t wearing jeans. “Yeah…” you admitted shyly, like you had anything left to withhold. “Yeah, I – I do.”

He grunted thoughtfully and kissed you just long enough to leave you with your lips tingling and your heart pounding and your inhibitions forgotten. He made you dizzy like the whiskey did. Fuck, you were helpless.

“I got an idea,” he slurred, and your stomach flipped. A wave of nausea washed over you, a reflex. From the whiskey. “You trust me?”

You met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide and dark. You could see yourself reflected in them, the blind, stupid look on your face. Is that how he saw you? Did he think you were pretty?

You nodded again. “Yeah. I trust you.” It sounded right.

He broke into a smile that caught in your ribs like a bowie knife. “That’s my girl,” he said, and you grinned back, proud and drunk. He pushed you off his lap and you slumped against the back of the couch. “Stay right there.”

Bo stood up and staggered across the room. You watched him with naked admiration. It was so hard to hate him these days, especially now, when your blood was warm and fizzy.

Your brain buzzed first with confusion as he took his daddy’s shotgun off the wall, and then fear as he took hold of it with both hands and stalked back towards you, eyes locked on your face, lips curved in a lopsided smirk.

“Take your pants off, angel,” he said, his hand running down the barrel of the gun the same way he touched you sometimes when he didn’t think you were paying attention.

You furrowed your brow, clasping your hands together. He cocked his eyebrow at the delay in your obedience. “You stupid or somethin’?”

You shook your head. “No…no. Sorry.” Rising from the couch, you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down your legs, wrestling them off around your feet. When you looked up, his gaze was raking up and down the length of your bare skin. You curled your toes into the filthy carpet, suddenly bashful.

His fingers gripped the stock. “C’mere, pretty thing.”

You stepped towards him in a very straight line, doubt flitting through the fog of your brain like a bat. Did you trust him? You didn’t know the answer. It sure seemed like you did.

He chewed his cheek slowly, carefully, thoughtfully. “Well go on, darlin’,” he said at last. He tilted the barrel up and it pressed against the thin cotton of your panties. “Show me how bad y’want me.”

He angled the barrel of the gun, proffered it towards you with a look on his face like a starving dog. You fussed with the waistband of your underwear and he licked his bottom lip, inclined his head. You knew what he wanted.

The spark in your eyes was matched by the darkness in his. You felt the cold steel of the muzzle press against your thigh, push between your legs. Your gaze never left his face.

Eyes locked on his, hands splayed on your thighs, you began to grind against the cold length of the gun. He braced it against his hip, his gaze flicking back and forth between your face and the thrust of your hips. The heat of your body began to warm up the unyielding metal.

Your clit fit neatly into the cleft between barrels and it felt good, it really did. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft to hold it where you needed it and moaned, eyelids fluttering, free hand wandering up your front, over your stomach to cup your breasts. The music pounded in the air, in your chest, in your veins. You looked at him through your lashes. He was transfixed.

You liked it when you could see right through him. For all he pretended to be so complicated, most times he wasn’t hard to figure out at all. “Daddy…” you said softly.

“Yeah, baby,” he mumbled.

The corner of your mouth quirked in a bold whisper of a smile. “I…I wish this was you.”

He exhaled sharply. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You felt good. The alcohol gave you a wonderful tolerance, made you just numb enough; you could do this forever. “I want your cock.”

His grip tightened on the gun. “Do ya?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, let your eyelids slip closed. You felt weightless, grounded only by the weapon between your legs. You remembered the last time you’d seen him use it. Blood splatter on a brick wall. It took you hours to clean it off.

The instrument of your fascination was removed, abruptly, and you gasped, eyes flying open. He was pointing it right at your gut, but you noticed with satisfaction that his finger rested only alongside the trigger. He didn’t think you noticed little things like that, but you did. You weren’t as stupid as he thought.

He flicked the safety off with a quiet click and watched your face for a reaction. You forgot you were supposed to be scared, smiled at him instead. He was so pretty in the lamplight.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

You obliged, and the gun ended up pointed at the center of your chest. You tipped forward so the muzzle pressed into your skin. You weren’t afraid of him, not really, not anymore. He would hurt you or he wouldn’t; he was just like that. Shoot me, you thought. Just like Cupid.

He moved the gun from your chest and aimed it at your face and you began to salivate immediately. You knew what he wanted. You always did.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he instructed. The blood pounded between your legs. You obeyed. The gun moved towards your face, cold metal brushing your lips. You stuck out your tongue. “Atta girl,” he purred.

You took the muzzle in your mouth, wrapped your lips around the barrel, eyes fixed on him. Always on him. There were bubbles in your blood and iron on your tongue and heat pooling fast and insistent in your loins. You wanted him, wanted to please him, and that was your weakness, and he knew it – but he wanted to be wanted, needed it, craved it, and there was your edge.

He moaned, watching you suck on his gun, lust blowing his pupils even wider. “Fuck, baby.” He licked his lips. “You’re sick in the head, huh?”

Maybe he would do it. Maybe he’d pull the trigger, and your skull would shatter, and your brain would liquefy, and the last thing you would see would be his handsome face. That wouldn’t be so bad. You’d seen worse.

“Like havin’ somethin’ in your mouth?”

You nodded carefully, sucked the barrel in deeper. It pressed at the curve of your palate. You could take him further and he knew it. Your teeth clicked against the metal.

“Fuck.”

He pulled the gun cautiously from your mouth, flipped the safety on, let the muzzle angle down towards the floor. He palmed at his erection.

You tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugged them down just a little. Your head was spinning. You needed him to touch you, needed him. You put on your best broken-hearted expression. He liked fixing things, so you’d had a lot of practice at being in pieces.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbled.

“I’m so empty,” you whined softly.

He was breathing hard, tongue practically lolling out of his mouth. “Yeah?”

You nodded, almost on the verge of tears. “Yeah.”

He sank to his knees in front of you, set the gun down, searched your face with a greedy look in his eyes. “Lemme make it better.” You closed your eyes and whimpered. “Lemme make it better, baby.”

“Please, Daddy….”

He groaned low in his throat and you felt the shadow of his hands on you just before they settled on your neck and your hip and you parted your lips just in time and then he was kissing you like he loved you with a mouth that only ever lied. He tasted like the better part of a sixpack and maybe you could get drunk off his spit alone, the same way you got high off his hands.

He toppled you backwards and fell on top of you, and you would’ve giggled, except he didn’t like to be laughed at, and anyway his tongue was in your throat. His nails scraped your skin as he grabbed at the elastic of your panties. You wouldn’t remember in the morning how you got those red lines, but you’d stopped worrying about that sort of thing a while back.

His cock burrowed into you at the wrong angle, and it hurt. You both gasped and groaned anyway because sometimes things just hurt. He pinned down your hips and this time he slid home like a knife in the heart.

He fucked you steady, teeth and hands all over. Everything you had was his, anything he wanted, but he didn’t want you to give it to him. He had to take it. You clutched at him, scratched at him, like an animal so desperate to be held it forgets it has claws. That’s how he liked it, and now you liked it too.

Hold me so tight I can’t breathe. Hate me so bad that you love me.

“Bo,” you whispered, and he snarled against your skin. “Please…please.” You never remembered what you were asking him for, but he always seemed to know, and that comforted you.

He pushed your face to the side so he could suck on your neck and you saw the gun there, cold and forgotten. You’d never held it before, he never let you. Was it heavy?

You were twisting his shirt in your hands and it took several seconds to puzzle out how to let go with one of them. Slow and steady, like a spider on a log, your fingers crept across the carpet.

“Baby,” he growled, “sugar.” His hand wrapped around your jaw, lips dragging up to your ear. “Gonna cum in you…gonna cum for you, girl.”

You made a strangled sound, pussy flexing around him, eyes drifting off course. You wondered how he managed to make the room spin so fast. The gun was six inches from the tip of your fingers.

He was going to kill you with it, once.

He turned your face back towards him and sealed his mouth over yours and you knew he was drunk because he whined like a dog as his hips bucked and he emptied himself into you, and he always forgot about that, he always forgot that even in the taking there is a giving, and that’s what love is.

It’s alright if I die, so long as you kill me.

Your hand closed around the barrel of the shotgun and you broke into a secret grin, pulled your fingers back like they'd been scalded, wrapped them in his hair. That was enough for you, that little thing. That you could, if you wanted to.

But you didn’t, did you? You'd never do that to him. It would break his heart, and it would break yours worse.

He blinked at you, looking a little lost. "What're you so happy about?" The words lacked venom, like he was really asking you for once.

He had faraway eyes as he propped himself up, backing out of you, adding his mess to the grime of the carpet. You squinted up at him, backlit like a saint, beautiful like an angel. He'd take you upstairs after this and make you pray, make you promise, make you swear devotion to him until you cried. You'd never believed in much before Ambrose, but he sure made you believe in him.

Sometimes, like now, sprawled half-naked on the floor too drunk to see straight, you felt lucky. Lucky to be here. Lucky to be his. Lucky to be the one who held him through his nightmares, folded his socks, filled up that sad sucking maw inside his chest for a few priceless minutes.

You shook your head and flexed your fingers, then sat up and touched his cheek with all the tenderness you could muster. The press of cold iron, the heat of his skin.

"Nothing."

You could lie too.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanfiction #house of wax fanfiction #slasher x reader

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littlelambscandyland · 1 month

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Four Versus One (Part One)

Platonic Yandere Rise Brothers x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Tv Self Awareness, Panic Attacks, Reader has siblings and a niece, Stalking (if you count watching someone thru a screen without their knowledge as stalking)

You lounged gingerly on the couch. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles droning on as your niece starred in wonderment at the screen. You'd introduced her to the show as means to get her to stop making you watch (insert stupid show here). You told your sibling you'd watch over them the next few days as the birth of their second child happened. Today felt like it went on a bit longer. Tonight was the last night that your niece would be here.

You couldn't say you didn't have fun. The show you stopped watching years ago was now, apparently, coming out with new episodes and you and your niece hyper fixated on it hard. With all that said, however, you were glad to get your space back. Glad to have your own little bubble of childishness without the responsibility of another human.

Deciding it was a calm enough scene not to be missed, you got up to get a well needed snack.

Calling into your niece. "You want anything from the kitchen, chicken pop?"

She giggles at the odd, but well deserved nickname, and asks you for orange juice.

After pouring drinks and grabbing popcorn you made your way back to the living room. The scene had switched to Donatello's lab. They were making some sort of gun. Words like "portal" and "interdimensional travel" were being thrown around.

You wondered slightly as you laid the snacks out what this weapon had to do with anything. The episode didn't seem to call for it, but maybe you missed a more vital scene than you thought?

You thought a bit more as you watched the show how different it was from what you remembered. There were more fourth wall breaks and sometimes one of the turtles would randomly throw out compliments to the watcher.

Not that you minded the change. It was just different. Nice, but different.

~~~Time skip brought to you buy me writing this in my therapy waiting room~~~

You had successfully made the trade off of your niece, delivering her back into the hands of one of her parents. You'd cleaned up the house, and finally felt yourself relax.

You had turned the tv off for a little while. A part of your agreement with your niece to wait to watch the show again together. Obviously, that was a lie. You had turned the tv back on after cleaning. Ordering a pizza and deciding to have a "me night".

There was something you noticed when you turned it back on though. The fourth wall breaks and the compliments happen more often. The plot seemed thrown out the window and everything seemed almost more mature than before.

Because of all of this you made the executive decision to Google it. It'd been a while since you'd been a part of the fandom so you figured it'd be quicker just to get straight to the point.

You felt your heart drop from what you read. Confusion and honest panic grew in its place. There were only two seasons. That was impossible. There were obviously more. What had you been watching?

"Uh ohhhhhh," You heard Leonardo's voice drone. "Hey guys, I thinks she's figured it out!" He calls his brothers.

Your eyes wide as the character seems to stare into your soul. The others gather into the screen. A mixture of smiles and anxiety are what stared back with animated eyes.

"I see. So she did... Ahem. Greetings, Darling!" Donatello says, clearly staving off his own anxiety.

"Hi..." You answer. You hoped this was a dream. Fear wrapped up into a ball in your gut. A feeling telling you to cut off the tv, to run far away and not look back ever again.

"Awww! She's so cute! Look at her eyes, they're so pretty!" Michaelangelo exclaims happily.

"We know dude. You're so cute doll. Really you are." Raphael addresses you with a nervous smile.

You look down in panic. The only logical thought is you had lost your mind. This is a dream, or you've snapped and this was a hallucination.

"What is happening?" You pant out. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening..." Your breath ragged, and your voice hoarse. Tears gathering in your eyes.

They're faces shift in remorse and panic. Four animated eyes looking guiltily at you with frowns. Grimaces held by all as your body flies into a panic attack.

"Oh no, no. Don't cry, it's ok cariño. You're ok..." Leonardo coos at you in an attempt to calm you.

The others gather in on the "comfort". They're words prove worthless as you spiral further.

Finally gathering the courage you throw your phone at the tv in a frenzy. Perhaps not the best choice as the momentum and pressure crack your tv. Fizzles heard from inside the machine can be heard as the broken screen cuts off.

Sad for you, your nightmare doesn't end there.

#age regression #age regressor #little space #forced agere #yandere agere #platonic yandere rottmnt #Platonic rottmnt x reader #platonic donatello x reader agere #platonic michaelangelo x reader agere #platonic leonardo x reader agere #platonic raphael x reader agere

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zeroducks-2 · 1 year

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Hey what do you think of rarepair Brubarry (Batman x Flash)? Too wholesome? Both bottoms? Might actually work if they can find a stud?

hahaha dude I love how you phrased this. To be fair, I tend to see everybody and their cousins as switches (or anyway if they're top/bottom/dom/sub/all of the above changes according to the ship and the situation), mostly because I don't like to limit myself by picturing them just one way that is Set In Stone.

I admit that with some of them it's harder. Like I appreciate bottom!Slade content but I don't think I'd be able to write him bottoming, for example. But with Bruce it comes kind of natural - whereas I see him bottoming with a lot of people I ship him with (Clark, Bane, Jason sometimes, Diana, Slade), I also imagine him topping with a lot of people I ship him with (Dick, Tim, Eddie, Joker, Hal sometimes). But I digress!

The answer is yes, even if it's too wholesome and they might need a stud at times to spice up things,

I ship it! (lowkey though)

What made you ship it? I mentioned that I ship Bruce with half of his rogue gallery, right? Well, I also ship him with half of the Justice League :) Also I'm a sucker for rarepairs.

What are your favorite things about the ship? Actually, how cute and wholesome it can get (I do like wholesome shit lol I appreciate both the extremes depending on how I wake up on any given day). I think Barry might be good for Bruce especially when he's written like a bubbly ray of sunshine, but also a reckless bouncy ball of energy. With how protective Bruce can get, cute shenanigans are bound to happen. I don't really see them as long-term or very romantic, more like a consensual workplace relationship lmao, something bound to pass at some point. But this doesn't mean they can't keep meeting to blow off some steam (saving the world can be stressing yk), especially if some other leaguers are involved.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I have no idea what would even classify as a popular opinion for this ship tbh

Ask game found here!

#thank you for asking anon!#my asks #ask game #Brubarry #batflash

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rainypixarcinemahorse · 3 months

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Angrybirds x fairy tail resemblance

Here is my crossover and resemblance of fairy tail and angrybirds

Red-Natsu

Stella-Lucy

Luca-Happy

Gray-Bomb

Erza-Gale

Wendy-The blues

Carla-ruby

Juvia-Matilda

Gildarts-Terrence

Cana-Dahlia

Levy-Willow

Silver-Gajeel

Judge peckinah-Makarov dreyar

Mirajane- Poppy

Sting-chuck

Lector-Bubbles

Minerva-Zeta

Frosch-Zoey

Rogue-Hal

And that's it let met know if you have any ideas for more characters resembling to angrybirds

#fairy tail #crossover #angry birds

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tired-inyxe · 4 months

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WIP - Batfam/Dc Tag Masterlist

This is ridiculously long so m putting it under cut, m gonna add more (YES MORE. THERES A LOTTA CHARACTERS OK???) tags when I feel like it but I wanna finalize my main master post later

#bat anatomy -batfam masterpost (and everything else dc)

#going batty -batfam analysis (typically angry)

#mailing pipe bombs -enraged at dc's writers

#honey im taking the kids -stuff about dc's poor treatment of the batkids (they're mine now fuck u)

#the bat -abt batman in all its forms (persona not a specific character)

#the bird -abt robin in all its forms (ditto)

#the shadows -abt every other persona in all their forms(because normal ppl dont know em)

#bernards pegboard -crack headcanons

#sandbox -headcanons

#my story now -my personal batfam timeline/story (because dc sucks at writing

#shoved in mahogany 6 feet under -wasted potential of any/all characters

#revived wings -my view of a bat characters true potential

#case files -panels/pages that I use for evidence abt canon

#bamboozled -fun canon comic panels that make me laugh

#goth cake -batfam art

#dysfunctional worms -batfam writing

#cave screeches -rambles, usually angry

#bats and birds -any and all posts that contain any of em

#batcape -anything Bruce

#disco girl -anything Dick

#pride and prejudice -anything Jason

#skateboards and spite -anything Tim

#kittens and knives -anything Damian

#dayshift -anything Duke

#potato waffles -anything Steph

#ballet shoes -anything Cass

#spot of tea -anything Alfred

#all seeing snark -anything Babs

#handmade guns and gender envy -anything Harper

#jaded red -anything Kate

#lack the worms dc edition -any character i dont know/care about enough to make a custom tag for (m sorry)

#revolving door -Rogues gallery

#REFORM THE DAMN JUSTICE SYSTEM YOU BILLIONAIRE -me complaining about dc's inability to make Bruce use his fuckin money and power to change the city, also any arkham/blackgate rants

#i stabbed him hes dead -anything joker

#bats and hounds -anything Harley

#eco friendly -anything Ivy

#shot him he's dead too -anything Black Mask

#strawman argument -anything Scarecrow

#your wife is dead -anything Mr Freeze (sorry not sorry)

#bipolar ableism but gay -anything Harvey

#scared of seals -anything Penguin

#neon green twink -anything Riddler

#broke b's spine -anything Bane

#leather catgirl -anything Selina

#back in the cell -every other rogue I don't care about

#god forbid a woman have hobbies -anything Thalia

#withering gamer -anything Ra's

#magic mountain dew -Lazarus pit

#assassin gamers -League of Assasins

#competent idiots -Justice League

#its just an s -anything Clark

#unbreakable porcelain -anything Diana

#retired at the speed of light -anything Barry

#zooming with the big leagues now -anything Wally

#h in adhd -anything the Flash persona

#neon green with a ring -anything Hal

#weak to yellow -anything Green lantern persona

#blowing bubbles -anything Arthur

#he stole the braincell -anything Jhon (theres an accent mark somewhere in there ill fix it later)

#batson but not yet adopted -anything Billy

#cigarette ash -anything Constantine

#fics favorite magician -anything Zatanna

#hijacked the mainframe -anything Cyborg

#signature chili -anything Ollie

#screech metal -anything Black Canary

#under the roundtable -everyone else in the Justice League

#every band eventually -og Teen Titans (they broke up)

#saltwater bubble blower -anything Garth

#tectonic shifter -anything Terra

#red threads and all -anything Red X

#i exploded him yw -anything Slade

#stronger than steel -anything Donna (might change)

#shapeshifting greenbean -anything Gar

#goth girls inspiration -anything Raven

#international incidents the team -Young Justice

#test tube baby -Anything Kon

#meep meep -anything Bart

#girlbossed zeus -anything Cassie

#rags to the grave -anything Greta

#arrows notched red -anything Cissie

#mosh pit winner -anything Anita

#panic at the disco -anything Slobo

again, theres still more. dc is an 80 year long series theres so many guys. also not sold on some of these so various tags may be subject to change

#bat anatomy #m not doing this for every tag here #hell no #masterposts only get one offical tag #because theyre linked to my pinned post #so theyre already easy enough to find

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dreadfutures · 1 year

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10. What scares them about entering a relationship? For Hal x Mor 🥺

In the most general way, Hal was never afraid of a relationship. Someday it would happen, and he would have a child, and he would teach them to hunt and sing songs and tell them stories. Hal was taking life at an easy pace and was unafraid of the passage of time or milestones or what might come.

Hal is afraid of Morrigan from the get go. He is afraid of her scorn. He is afraid of slipping up and revealing some weakness to her and earning her mockery, when she is the only kindred spirit he has anymore. Separated from his clan and his way of life and the hope of ever having a normal life, and given this strange destiny instead, and being thrust into the world of the shems--she is so important to him as a companion and he is so afraid of losing this one person who understands how strange the world is to him.

Entering into a relationship is almost accidental. He was just playing her game, speaking her language, hiding behind a sarcastic facade, when suddenly he realizes maybe they've been flirting this whole time? And he thinks backing away will be a show of weakness but also he doesn't want to back away, but also she makes it so clear that if he insinuates he wants this for any reason beyond the superficial, he's a fool and she'll scorn him.

Hal is afraid of these unspoken rules, the changing goal posts, and of losing his one tether to his reality outside of this shem bubble.

And the goal posts change. And she does leave. And Hal is alone after all.

Like he was always afraid of.

#old blood older still #ask #halevune mahariel

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thehyperrequiem · 1 year

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The Angry Robots movie Duology (Angry Birds Movie Parody) cast

The Angry Robots Movie 1: "When an island populated by happy, robots is visited by mysterious techno-organics, it's up to three unlikely outcasts - Ratchet, Aviator and Fireman - to figure out what the techno-organics are up to."

The Angry Robots Movie 2: "After saving Robot Island from an all-out techno-organic invasion, the isle's always cranky local hero, Ratchet, still finds himself doing battle with Predacon Island. As the prank war between techno-organics and robots is raging, massive plant projectiles coming from the Scarlet Witchcraft tyrant Spike Rosered's overgrown Maverick Island threaten the security of both havens, unless Ratchet and Cyborg Cookie agree to form a difficult but honest truce. Now, Ratchet, Fireman, Blast Hornet, Aviator, and his brilliant sister, Arcee, have to join forces with Cyborg Cookie's mighty techno-organic team to thwart the megalomaniac Spike Rosered's bold schemes for world domination. However, is Ratchet capable of change?"

Ratchet (Transformers Animated) as Red

Aviator (Mighty No. 9) as Chuck

Fireman (Megaman 1) as Bomb

Blast Hornet (Megaman X3) as Mighty Eagle

Cyborg Cookie (Cookie Run) as King Leonard

Waspinator (Beast Wars) as Ross

Aquaman (Megaman 8) as Matilda

Neptune (Megaman V) as Terence

Splashwoman (Megaman 9) as Stella

Knightman (Megaman 6) as Judge Peckinpah

Bubbleman (Megaman 2) as Cyrus

Scrapper (Transformers animated) as Hal

Mixmaster (Transformers animated) as Bubbles

Sheepman (Megaman 10) as Old Lady Bird

Clownman (Megaman 8) as Mime Bird

Various Robots as Various Birds

Woodman (Megaman 2) as the Hug Trader

Predacons (Beast Wars) as The Pigs

Quickstrike (Beast Wars) as Earl

Wheelie (Transformers), Kikmee and Burgertron (Transformers Botbots) as Jay, Jake, and Jim

Arcee (Transformers Animated) as Silver

Spike Rosered (Megaman X5) as Zeta

Lilybell Cookie (Cookie Run) as Debbie

Blackarachnia (Transformers Animated) as Courtney

Dinobot (Beast Wars) as Garry

Flame Stag (Megaman X2) and Blaze Heatnix (Megaman X6) as Jerry and Carl

Infinity Mijinion (Megaman X6) as Glenn

Overdrive Ostrich (Megaman X2) as Axel

Cryosphere (Mighty No. 9), Ion Cookie Robot (Cookie Run), and Iceman (Megaman 1) as The Hatchlings

Strongarm (Transformers Robots in Disguise) as Pinky

Windblade (Transformers Cyberverse) as Ella

Mavericks (Megaman X series) as Eagles

#angry birds movie #angry birds movie 2 #crossover cast #megaman classic #megaman x #transformers #transformers animated #cookie run #beast wars #transformers botbots #transformers prime #transformers cyberverse #transformers robots in disguise #mighty no. 9

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look-at-the-starssss · 4 months

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Here's some recent doodles and artz I did while gone!! Ehehehe,,<333

#angry birds #angry birds fanart #angry birds space #angry birds hal #angry birds red #angry birds silver #angry birds bubbles #angry birds movie #hal x bubbles #bubbles x hal

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vixlenxe · 2 years

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Muse Info ~

FULL NAME: Violet NICKNAMES/TITLES: Void Heiress, Vampire Queen, The Dark Princess of Rebirth, Snow White Blood Queen, Blood-sucking Princess of Death, The Scheming-manipulative Succubus AGE: 20/21 Years Old GENDER: Cis Female SPECIES: Heavily Modified Superhuman-Vampire Hybrid SEXUAILTY: Pansexual NATIONALITY: Bladenan(American-Victorian) HAIR COLOR: Bone White EYE COLOR: Crimson Red SKIN COLOR: Snow White HEIGHT: 5'7(5′9 in her heels) WEIGHT: Somewhere between 100-to-120 pounds PLACE OF BIRTH: The Grand Cathedral, Lab #1, Bladena CURRENT RESIDENCE: Phoenix Castle SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English(Japanese in some verses) CURRENT OCCUPATION: Queen of Void Empire PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Princess of the Void Empire/Trump Card of the Great One’s Church RELAIONSHIP STATUS: Single(verse dependent) PREVIOUS RELAIONSHIP STATUS: Single CRIMINAL RECORD: Numerous murders & blasphemies, mass genocide, torture, general crimes against humanity DRINK(?): Yes SMOKE(?): No DRUGS(?): No PARENTS: Unknown Father & Mother SIBLINGS: Twin Sisters - Maxie Hal & Hope Hazak(likely deceased) DISTANT FAMILY(?): Unknown CHILDREN(?): None PETS(?): Mazleno & his Qurio

Tagged By - Stole this shit Tagging - @tetsuwan-atom, @bikkimuses, @x-ame-x-damnee-x, @kingdomofbellows, @martyrtsm, @akumanoken, @fckin-bubbles-multi, @fxtelism, @bricxbrac, @alexandraxsuoh & whoever else wants to tell us all about your muses~ :3c

#[This ain't Tag we're Playing] Dash Games #[The Usurper Phoenix Queen Conquering the World] Void Heiress; Headcanons

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lovedumbs · 4 months

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FORM EVERY NYAOI

PERHATIKAN BEBERAPA HAL YANG PERLU DIKETAHUI SEBELUM MEMESAN LAYOUT INI ❗❗❗

1. baca lagi dengan cermat tnc yang sudah tertera pada bagian kolom tnc yang sudah diposting

2. katalog ini memerlukan 3-4 gambar dalam pembuatannya.

3. foto half body dianjurkan untuk pemesanan layout ini.

4. untuk replacement text diharap sesuai dengan foto katalog yang tertera (tidak lebih atau tidak kurang)

5. diperbolehkan untuk konsultasi foto sebelum melakukan pemesanan.

(FORM PEMESANAN)

code : every nyaoi

username :

backup acc : (x/telegram)

jumlah pesanan :

payment : QRIS

link google drive :

recolor : yes (+2K) / no

add to result : yes / no

(REPLACEMENT TEXT)

(HEADER)

lorem ipsum dolor sit ame cont- :

jang :

forever young :

bubbly wonyours :

(AVA)

opsional :

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dprhouse · 4 months

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Spill or Drink

1. Spill nick oc lengkapmu.

2. Ada artinya ga nickmu yg ga seberapa itu?

3. Desc tentang Yogi ganteng.

4. Sebutkan pembukaan UUD 45.

5. Spill pacar/doi/crush

6. Desc xegav.

7. Kenapa lu brengsek di cerita orang lain?

8. Kenapa bisa seyakin itu kalo lu bahagia?

9. Hidup itu pilihan kan(?) Jadi pilih jadi anime atau batu, kasih alasan.

10. Pilih Satoru atau suguru, alasannya apa?

11. Tag anak DPR yang mau lu ajak kenalan.

12. Kalau di dunia sisa 2 orang ini, lu pilih Lucinta luna apa ivan gunawan?

13. Spill mantan lu yang cakep itu.

14. Jumlah mantan di 2023.

15. Cintamu di obok-obok atau di sayang?

16. Spill anak DPR yang mau kmu ajak pacaran 🗿

17. Bila x = 34, y = 88 jadi berapa nomor sempakmu?

18. Ceritakan kisah tentang pilot dan pramugari.

19. Deskripsikan cara memusnahkan pelakor.

20. Ceritakan asal usul pelakor dalam bentuk gambar.

21. Spill fwb/hts kalian.

22. Tag teman yang sering diajak curhat.

23. Tag first love lu di Rp.

24. Tag orang @ 3 dan kirim meme andalanmu.

25. Kalian kenapa jomblo?

26. Kenapa memilih taken?

27. Alasan putus dengan mantan terakhir.

28. Chara ternyaman selama nge-rp.

29. Kapan pertama kali bikin akun rp dan dimana pertama kali nge rp?

30. Dry text tapi cepet balasnya atau balas satu persatu bubble tapi selesainya 3 hari?

31. Hal yang bikin kamu kesal dengan teman?

32. Sebutkan ciri-ciri orang yang gak bisa kamu maafkan.

34. username based on chara or mulchar?

35. first impression dan kesan pesan setelah masuk gdm DPR

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bunniestudio · 5 months

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TERM AND CONDITIONS

GENERAL 01

1. Open order dilakukan saat display name @bunnyofstudio sedang bertuliskan open atau bisa bertanya di DM terlebih dahulu.

2. Untuk menghindari hal yang tidak di inginkan maka pembayaran / payment di lakukan di awal (sesudah form order dikirim).

3. Payment hanya dapat di lakukan melalui QRIS (setelah payment tidak bisa refund).

4. Untuk pemesanan dimohon mengisi form order dengan sangat jelas, boleh bertanya terlebih dahulu jika kurang jelas. Dilarang isi form yang tidak jelas seperti hanya memberi tanda - atau di kosongkan!

5. Jika ada request mohon di isi saat pengisian form sesuaikan dengan katalog.

PROSES 02

1. Proses pengerjaan yaitu untuk 10 hari kerja tergantung antrian dan kesibukan real life mone tapi aku usahakan secepatnya selesai ya.

2. Tidak menerima pertanyaan progress editing jika belum melewati estimasi pengerjaan yaitu 10 hari kerja.

3. Untuk recolor mohon memberikan code copal nya dan bisa dikirim melalui dm, mone tidak menerima recolor yang "terserah kk aja / samain aja dengan foto"

4. Setelah layout jadi mone akan kirim preview nya ke kamu sesuai dengan form order katalog, kalo ada revisi mohon sesegera mungkin kasih tau aku.

5. in rush fee :

Jadi hari ini : 15.000

Jadi besok : 7 .000

6. Jika preview tidak dibalas cust 1 x 24 jam maka akan langsung dimasukan ke drive ya.

7. Mone tidak menerima pengerjaan custome.

PHOTO 03

1. Untuk foto wajib dari customers dan diberikan melalui link drive, jika foto dari mone dikenakan fee 2OOO/ foto.

2. Jika foto dari seller maka akan di beritahukan terlebih dahulu kepada cust cocok atau tidak, jika tidak cocok maka seller akan kembali mencari foto yang cocok dan hanya bisa 1x revisi foto.

3. Untuk foto tidak menerima foto haram seperti foto berbayar (Bubble/lysn, Fancafe, Weverse, etc) atau foto dari fansite.

4. Disarankan untuk foto dari akun official (Instagram atau Twitter).

5. untuk katalog moodie aku saranin jangan kasih copal / color pallete ya soalnya aku sesuaikan dengan warna foto atau di scenerynya.

6. Untuk ava mohon di beri keterangan pakai foto yang mana di drive, jika tidak maka mone akan pakai foto yang menurut mone cocok untuk dijadikan ava dan tidak bisa di revisi.

7. Untuk foto yang diberikan wajib HD dan tidak menerima foto yang dalam keaadan belum HD ya. Boleh konsul foto terlebih dahulu ke mone.

REVISION 04

1. Revisi minor hanya bisa 2x seperti ganti text atau minor warna kalau lebih dikenakan fee.

2. Mengganti foto dan warna (secara keseluruhan) maka akan dikenakan fee sesuai dengan harga layout.

3. Jika ada revisi tolong disampaikan dengan jelas dan dalam satu chat saja ya.

4. Jika layout sudah oke dan sudah di masukan kedalam GDRIVE maka tidak bisa di revisi lagi kecuali kesalahan dari mone.

5. Apabila customer tidak membalas atau menkonfirmasi preview dalam waktu 1 x 24 jam maka kesempatan untuk revisi hangus atau tidak bisa di revisi lagi dan akan langsung dimasukkan kedalam drive.

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