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skrunksthatwunk · 1 year

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somebody's probably already talked about this but i cant get that fucking mountain goats post outta my head and ive been talking to myself about love as a central theme of frankly most art but especially the art i love the most and i got to undertale and i need to talk about it

god it's all about love. wanting love, not wanting to lose it, grief, hope, determination, it's all fucking love in like 8 different hats. it's the monsters' love they show you (the mercy they show you) that allows frisk to help them get their freedom, it's the player's love for them that brings mercy in the first place, it's all fucking love.

flowey only got his power to reset from dying with his sibling after an act of love for them and you know what he did? he spent years of his life interacting with the people and world as much as he could, in as many ways as possible. he loved being with them and wanted to experience everything because everything was worthwhile to him because of love. and that greed for love led to oversaturation, led to boredom, led to him hurting people to feel anything in that absence of love. he never stopped loving chara, y'know? he was always looking for someone else to play with, someone who could make him feel like nothing had happened. so much so that he follows frisk throughout the underground, insists on keeping them and you there as much as possible, both bitter and needy. and he has to admit that frisk isn't chara to move on. you're not them. they're gone. asriel's gone, too, or will be after this. it's love for chara that leads him to break the barrier, as it was for asgore to try and stop you, and for toriel to take you in at the beginning and the end. it was the desire for love that kept him from letting go, and that caused him to harm so many, as it was for alphys, undyne, asgore, toriel, etc. him, arguably more than anyone else, hurt people out of desire for love and grief over it. and it's him acknowledging that desire and letting it go when it hurts people that sets everyone free.

it is love that makes you go back through the underground, calling papyrus and undyne and toriel in every room just to see their different responses. it is love that leads you to check everywhere before finally ending the game. it is love that leads you back to where your friends are standing, talking about how they've been changed by you, about how the love between you has led to this. it's love that makes you end it to see them happy, and curiosity (which in this case is often just greed for love) to some extent.

and it is love and greed for it that brings you to the reset screen. and flowey, whose desire for love almost consumed everything, that kept the people he loved from their happy endings, from their futures, that asks you to reconsider. having seen all you have, having seen his mistakes, and how happy your friends are now, are you willing to put your desire for love above their happiness? above their freedom? will you make the same choice as him after seeing what harm it caused, after finally getting what you wanted? because whatever reason for resetting you have, it'd probably boil down to love in some way. love for the characters, for the game (experience or lore), etc.

flowey's downfall, to some extent, was in the apathy that came from overconsumption. instead of cherishing the life he had, he had to know the rest. he couldn't let it lie, couldn't find peace about it and move on. he had one life, as do you, as do (in theory) these characters, one you would at that point snatch from them by resetting. flowey's asking you to think twice about whether or not you want to control them, to play with their lives for your own happiness. even if it is out of love.

because it always is.

#god idk does this make sense. fuck #i really like this game guys #idk i havent thought that hard about it in a while or maybe ever but it's soo so good god holy shit #xoxo sincerely someome who hasnt and maybe cannot play anything but true pacifist #yeah being in the ut fandom at like 12 was A Lot at least partially bc of how fucking HARD ppl go with resetting narratives #anyway i think it's cool #games and interactive media in general have so much power to engage the audience with and undertale rocks it with the best of em #literally so beautiful gggahrhuhaghg #the villain asking you if youve learned from his mistakes and pleading with you to not repeat them after all that is just #hhhhhh #i just think it does it really really fucking well #god #undertale #utdr #sheesh #sorry not gonna edit this its like 3am. youre getting the mush #im honestly rusty/never was that deep in ut lore so if i fucked up thats why #asriel's story fucked me up so bad as a kid and STILL fucks me up and now i kinda understand why a bit better #he just wanted to love people he just missed his sibling he just loved the way things used to be so much he did everything he could to #bring it back and it came back all fucked up. maybe theres a reason you only see the true lab in this route huh #and like with the amalgamates you can and should still love what's left. you cant make it what it used to be #but it is always worth loving anyway.#always fucked me up that you have to leave asriel though #flowey still deserves love. is it punishment by the narrative? is it tragedy? idk..#he's stuck in the underground he forced everyone to keep reliving #but idk. wish he got out. i hope he's well now #and yes im aware these are fictionl characters but the game wants you to treat them like theyr real and you should consider their happiness #and i feel like if you missed that then you didn't get undertale yk #and i think most people can compartmentalize their love for these guys and doing the other routes and that's fine #i just choose not to specifically for this game bc it confronts you about it. it's not completely passive (or acts like it)

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dark-vader28 · 2 months

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before I start I love your work you’re literally my favourite writer on tumblr atm :)

(I never do requests so I might be a bit stiff 😭)

I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is Rodricks neighbour and one of his best friends. And it’s like friends to lovers?

Rodrick takes us on drives with his van often and loves spending time with us. And then one day he confesses. (Idk I’m waffling atp)

aww this is so cute i love this idea and tysm!!

a/n: i’m sorry this is so lazy and poorly edited, i’ve just been so swamped with work but i didn’t wanna wait any longer to write this cause it’s such a cute idea.

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Greg and Rowley were getting tossed around in the back of Rodrick’s van, flying across with every bump in the road. Music blasted through the van and out the open windows as you and Rodrick sat in the front. For a moment you felt bad for the two boys in the back, one of them being your best friend’s younger brother. But you were over the feeling as Rodrick air-drummed along to the song, nearly crashing the car for the millionth time. You’d gotten used to his reckless driving and if anything, you enjoyed it like it was some rollercoaster.

The van slammed to a stop at Rodrick’s house and Greg slammed against the back of your seat, causing you to laugh. You turned to look back at them, unbuckling your seatbelt in the meantime. They both looked horrified, wide-eyed and disheveled clothing and hair, but they didn’t look hurt. No visible signs of bruises or bleeding anyway.

The radio shut off and you hurried out the car and to the back to help Greg and Rowley out. You knew Rodrick wasn’t the biggest fan of either of them but you didn’t mind them and the sinking feeling of guilt started to return as you watched them stumble out the car.

“Guess he shouldn’t have taken out the seats in the back,” you commented, grabbing Greg’s backpack that had been thrown around.

“Ya think?” Greg replied, pissy and sarcastic. Rowley scrambled to his feet, swinging his backpack onto both shoulders.

“Maybe I can convince Rodrick to let me drive next time, alright?” you suggested.

“Only if you’re better than that,” Greg scowled, glaring at Rodrick who was running inside.

“Be nice,” you warned.

“Why?! Rodrick nearly killed us!” Greg defended.

“He’s my best friend like Rowley is yours. Be nice or I won’t do you a favour and ask Rodrick if I could drive.” Greg frowned but kept his mouth shut, dragging Rowley along with him as they ran inside.

You were closing up the back of the van when Rodrick came running back out. You heard his quiet footsteps and quickly turned around before he could try and scare you.

“You know, maybe I should drive next time,” you told him, going to the passenger seat to grab your backpack.

“What? No way,” Rodrick replied without missing a beat. Your backpack hung from one shoulder as you closed the car door.

“Why not?” you questioned.

“My van, my keys,” he said, dangling his keys in the air. “I drive.”

“Yeah, well one day you’re gonna end up killing Greg and Rowley back there,” you added, shooting him a disapproving look.

“So?” he retorted. You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as you hid a smile.

“You’re a douche, you know that?” you laughed, heading towards your house (which was right beside Rodrick’s). He followed after you. He tossed an arm around your shoulder, a gesture he started doing more and more often that you had grown accustomed to.

“Well, chicks dig bad boys,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes again, pushing him off of you and he laughed harder.

Rodrick stayed over until about 7 that night, leaving when he figured he should go home before his mom had a fit about him missing family dinner. The two of you hung out nearly every night. More often than not, you were at his house, sat in his garage as he played drums or in his room watching scary movies until you were left holding onto him. You often weren’t that scared but watching horror movies at 3am is a different story. The only reason you ever hung out at your house was when Rowley was hanging out with Greg to spare the both of you from being bothered by them.

You and Rodrick had been friends since your family moved to town. The house right beside the Heffley’s was for sale and your father bought it without hesitation. You then met Rodrick at school, around the beginning of 8th grade. The two of you were sat in the back and you made some half-witted comment about how arbitrary and ridiculous the lecture and class was. Rodrick overheard and the two of you spent the next few weeks insulting and cracking jokes about the teacher in that class. Your desks would always scoot closer together and you had to cover your mouth to stifle the laughter and hide the smiles. By the end of 8th grade, you had spent a majority of the year sitting at his lunch table and hanging out after school. You used to go to the park near your house and torment the other kids there; hiding behind play structures and jumping out to scare them. It became more after that, especially when high school hit. You used to spend an afternoon together once in a while but he started to become an everyday thing, taking drives together when he somehow managed to get his license. Fortunately for the two of you, Rodrick’s mom adored you. Which may be why his parents never had a problem with you spending endless nights there.

But, despite what your parents thought at first and what Greg and Rowley think, you never had any romantic feelings for him. He didn’t feel like a brother to you either considering the way you saw Rodrick and Greg relentlessly bicker and fight. You weren’t like that with Rodrick. Sure, you teased one another but never fought in the way you’d watched Greg and Rodrick fight. You loved Rodrick, not in a brotherly way or in a “i’m in love with you, and i know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable” way. Or at least you thought.

Saturday evening rolled around and you sat up against the headboard of your bed, flipping through some old book you’d had for years. Your eyes flicked over the pages, hardly taking in and reading a single word. Your headphones blared music into your ears and you couldn’t help but tap the spine of the book along to the rhythm until you lost all interest in the book’s entirety. You tossed it aside, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. Normally, it would’ve been a day where you and Rodrick hung out but he had never picked up the phone and called you, or came pounding on your door, or even had failed attempts at climbing through your window (considering your parents were a little less fond of Rodrick, calling him a bad influence and whatnot). His absence left your day empty and it felt tedious with how slow the hours seemed to pass.

Around 9 o’clock, when you planned on having an early night due to your lack of things to do, you could hear honking from the front of your house. Then a shout of your name echoed through the house. You pulled on a jacket, covering up your bare arms, and practically flew down the stairs. Your mom stood at the front door, arms folded over her chest with a scowl.

“That boy, Rodrick, is honking outside. I just put your sister to bed and now she’s up, crying,” your mom frowned. You pursed your lips briefly and glanced at the door.

“Sorry, mom,” you mumbled, sliding into a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. As you closed it behind you, you saw Rodrick hanging out the window of his van, one hand over the horn while the other held him up. His hand seemed to slip and he honked again. You rushed to the car and hit him as he flopped down into his seat. “Quit honking, or my mom’s gonna kill you,” you urged. Despite the darkness of the night, the pale moonlight lit up his face just enough to see the red of his cheeks as he looked away from you.

“Get in then, or I’ll honk again,” Rodrick joked and you rolled your eyes, smiling, before willingly getting in the passenger side.

“I should’ve asked, where exactly are we going?” you asked, turning your attention to him as he began driving. He was driving slower and much more carefully than he ever had before. His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug and he failed to look in your direction.

“I just wanted to take a drive,” he replied simply, sounding a little sheepish, which wasn’t like him. Taking drives with him wasn’t an unusual thing per se, but the way he seemed quieter and damn near stunned around you hadn’t fit his typical demeanor. Quite frankly, it worried you.

“Don’t you have a curfew?” you asked. He tapped the wheel, looking nearly everywhere but you. He nodded cautiously.

“Yeah, 9 o’clock,” he muttered. You laughed a bit, hoping it would lighten the mood or ease the tension that was weighing a ton.

“Well then, Rodrick, I-” but he interrupted.

“Have you ever liked anyone?” he blurted out. Your brow furrowed, stunned by the randomness of the question. His knuckles looked white from the way he gripped the steering wheel and you feared he would break it off.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” you questioned, avoiding answering. He drew in a sharp breath.

“I was just wondering,” he replied. You bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating on your response.

“Why, you like someone?” you asked, still delaying your answer as you tried to conjure up something to say. What did it matter to him? Better yet, why had the question made you so nervous? You and Rodrick told each other nearly everything. Rodrick ran to you asking for advice when he had a crush on Heather Hills. Why was it so different now?

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t,” he added, his voice going even quieter.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t?” you inquired. His jaw clenched and he brought the car to a stop. You looked around outside for a moment. There were no houses. There was nothing at all really. Just empty land.

It was silent except for the distant chirp of crickets. It took Rodrick a moment before he finally spoke. “Y/n, I-” he stopped, finally looking at you. All words escaped his mind and the rest of his sentence trailed off. He averted his gaze as quickly as he had found it and cleared his throat. He shook his head and shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He buried his face in his hands and your worry reached its peak. He seemed outright miserable.

“I like you,” he spoke, voice muffled by his hands. Your jaw went slack and eyes went wide.

“What?” you asked quietly, not because you hadn’t heard but because you couldn’t fathom the fact he liked you of all people.

He lifted his face out of his hands and repeated himself, louder this time. “I like you.” Your gaze softened.

“Rodrick,” you began softly. His hands fell to his lap, then raised again and gripped the wheel, running his hands over it. Your mind was going nearly a million miles an hour, trying to sort out his and your own feelings. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest and you could hear the thump of it through the silence. You were hoping he would say something as you tried to carefully pick out your words but your head was just a jumble of all the things you wished you could say.

“Yeah, no, I get it,” he said, sounding defeated. You shook your head and your mouth opened but no words seemed to pour out. When there was a lack of your response, Rodrick jumped in. “I’ll take you home. Forget this ever happened, alright?” He finally met your gaze again and you could see the way his eyes were glassy and on the verge of bloodshot. You felt your eyes start to pool up. He turned his attention to the road and started up the car again.

“Rod, I, um, I didn’t mean for you to take it like that.” You desperately racked your brain for any of the right words that seemed to be forming on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t deliver it properly. “To be honest, I don’t know how I feel.” You let out a light laugh, keeping yourself from the tears about to flow down your cheeks.

You were so enveloped in your mess of thoughts, you hadn’t noticed when Rodrick’s van pulled to a stop right in front of your house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and a hot tear rolled down your cheek. You’d come to the realization you liked him too, and maybe that you always had. It had never made sense to you though; that you felt that way for him. It didn’t made sense now either but it was clear that you did. You both got out of his van and you rushed over to his side. He was heading up his driveway and you stepped in front of him. He stopped, looked down at you through a few strands of his dark shaggy hair that covered his glassy doe brown eyes and you felt your heart stop for a moment. You cupped his face, and moved up to press your lips to his. There was a moment of bliss and ignorance where it felt like the world fell away. But you felt him tense underneath your touch and you slipped away. You let your hand fall away and felt the sinking feeling of regret in your stomach as you started walking away. Maybe if you had seen the dorky bright smile illuminate Rodrick’s face as you walked away, you might’ve felt better but you scurried home and spent the rest of the night thinking you made the worst decision of your life; ruining your friendship with Rodrick in a way that couldn’t be recovered.

The doorbell echoed through the house, startling you awake. You groaned, rubbing your eyes and turning on your side to look at your alarm clock. It was barely 9 am. You yawned and stretched as you sat up, finally getting up as the doorbell rang impatiently again. Your eyes had dark rings and were still red from your night of crying over Rodrick (shamefully and feeling ridiculously stupid for caring so much) but you hardly thought about how you looked as you stumbled to the door. The doorbell rang a 3rd time and you were sure your parents would be mad at you for not answering the door sooner. You swung the door open carelessly, not bothering to look through the peephole first. Despite your tiredness blinding your senses, the strong scent of flowers filled your nose when the door opened and when your eyes focused, you noticed the bright arrangement of colors before you, all blooming and full of life, which you weren’t sure you’d be able to maintain for long.

“My mom picked them, I didn’t know what you like,” the voice mumbled. Your attention flicked up from the flowers to the one holding them. You suddenly wished you looked better; your hair tangled from bedhead, bloodshot eyes, and some old tank top and pajama pants you had for years. Your eyes found Rodrick’s deep brown eyes and messy hair with a crooked smile on his lips. You nearly swooned, gaze softening as you could feel your heart melt.

“Rodrick,” you started quietly. He held the flowers out to you and you took them, a grin spreading across your face. You were speechless. You never took him as the type to give flowers, especially after one impulsive kiss. Not to your knowledge, Rodrick had run to his mom that night and begged her to help him. He didn’t trust most of her advice but took her ideas and turned them into The Rodrick Way. Except for the flowers. That was all his mom’s idea.

“Wanna take a drive?”

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a/n (again): this was kinda lazy and i hate this but i felt bad for postponing posting this for so long and i can’t keep rereading this and trying to fix it 😭 anyway, i loved the request so much!

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick rules #rodrick fanfic #doawk rodrick #devon bostick #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x reader #my fic #anon ask #anonymous #thanks anon!#send asks #thanks for the ask!

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h-hollieskz · 4 months

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I’M SORRY

introduction | masterlist

->pairing: bang chan x f reader (no pronouns or anything he just uses ‘mommy’)

->word count: almost 1000

->synopsis: chan feels bad for waking you up night after night when he arrives home from work so you try to make him feel better

->tw: chan feels really guilty, more fluff than I’m used to so it’s probably cringe, calls reader mommy, he humps reader’s leg :3, cums in his underwear, I think that’s it tbh

->authors note: I wrote this in 30 minutes at midnight and I haven’t edited it so uhhh proceed with caution perhaps? (My brain goes to mush after 11pm)

You wake to the tired grumble of your boyfriend’s voice, stumbling through your bedroom door. He was muttering about something, walking to the bathroom and you soon hear the steady stream of the shower. You peer around the room with foggy eyes, not yet fully awake.

It was 3am. Chris had an annoying habit of doing this- working late then waking you as he arrived home at ridiculous hours in the night. After a few minutes you groan, pushing yourself to your feet to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

You open the cupboard, pulling out a glass and making your way to the sink. The water turns on and you grip the counter for support as you struggle to stand steady. Quickly gulping down the cool liquid, you jump as you feel Chris, hugging you from behind. His hair was still damp and he wasn’t wearing anything apart from his boxers.

“Chris-“ you grumble, gently pushing him away, quickly feeling the absence of his warm skin on yours. “Can’t you be just a little quieter, it’s 3am for fucks sake.” You place the empty glass back down on the counter, turning to face him.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, looking down at his feet. A bead of water drips down his forehead whilst he looks genuinely apologetic.

“It’s fine.” You breath. “I was being dramatic. Come on.” You take his hand, practically dragging him to your bed.

Both of you clamber in, and just as you think you’re going to fall back asleep, Chris decides to begin apologising again.

“I really am sorry you know.” His voice sounds so melancholy- the sound of sadness. You want to huff and complain again, this being the second time he’s interrupted your sleep, but he just sounds so sad. Slowly, you reposition yourself to face him. He’s staring up at the ceiling, not showing any signs of trying to sleep. His hands are folded on his stomach and he doesn’t react as you prop yourself up to lean ever so slightly over him.

“I know.” You whispered. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal Channie, I was just grumpy.”

“Yeah but…” He trails off. You cup his face in your hand and lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“It’s fine baby.” You reassure him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Just sleep, you look exhausted.”

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The sun is shining brightly through your window when you finally wake up, the curtains already open. The duvet is messily strewn back where the mattress is empty and you can hear the sound of cooking from the kitchen. You can smell it too.

For the second time that morning, you clamber out of bed and into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes that were still adjusting to he light.

You saw Chris at the stove looking the same as he had earlier, only this time wearing an old shirt. His curls were dry now, sticking up in all sorts of angles that he seemingly hadn’t bothered to fix. Smiling, you greeted him, dragging a hand through your hair. “What are you cooking there, chef?” You joked, pulling yourself up to sit on the cold marble counter.

“An apology.” He mumbled, refusing to face you.

Was he seriously still worried about that? You hadn’t even been that annoyed. “Chris…”

“I know it’s stupid, but you’re right. I just miss you okay? When I get home I want to see you but it’s selfi-“

You cut him off by kissing him. When you pull away, you say, “I told you already Chris, it’s not a big deal, you don’t have to do this for me just for my forgiveness, okay?”

You pull him into a hug, you being on the counter meaning that his face was only at the height of your chest. You cradled him, pressing more kisses to his head and lips as he wrapped his own arms around you.

“See, it’s okay baby.” You tell him.

It’s hardly noticeable at first, but as the two of you hugged each other closer, and kissed each other more deeply, you could feel him gently rutting against your leg, his length half-hard already. You hook your finger under his chin, averting his gaze to your eyes.

Pressing your leg deeper into his crotch, he starts to speed up and you deepen your gaze. “Baby, are you so desperate you’re trying to get off on mommy’s leg?”

Ragged breaths escape his pouted lips as he gasps, “I’m sorry mommy, I’ve missed you so much.” Red hot shame engulfs him

Your hands trail down his chest, stopping to fiddle with his sensitive nipples, relishing in how he whimpers at your touch. “That’s okay Channie.” You say with a dominating tone.

His eyes scrunch shut, lost in pleasure as he digs his head further into your chest, just wanting to be close to you. He mumbles something so quietly and muffled that you barely hear him.

“What’s wrong baby?” You ask.

“M- gonna come.” His ears are bright red.

“Okay then.” You run your fingers over his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a messy kiss as Chan moans into you, coming in his underwear. His face contorts with shame, but as you slip down from the counter, telling him how much you love him, he melts into your touch.

“You want to go clean up?” You ask. Chris only stares behind you, suddenly jumping at the pan he left on the stove, pulling the burnt-black bacon and eggs off the heat, turning it off. He smacks a hand to his forehead, rolling his eyes at his own stupidness.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“Ugh don’t worry about that. Turn the heat off, we’re going to have a shower to clean up.” You say, pulling him away.

#bang chan x reader #sub bang chan #dom reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #sub stray kids #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff

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xdaddysprincessxx · 8 months

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Say your prayers little girl

Vampire Priest Joel Miller x f!stripper reader

Warnings: Dark fic/Dead Dove, non/dubcon (non bc he uses his powers on her taking away her consent but she does want it), religious theme, p in v (wrap ya dick kids), vampirism, blood, neck biting, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving), dark fluff?? (The ending ended up softer than I intended), squirting, I believe that’s it!

Summary: Working in the adult industry tends to leave a bad taste in people’s mouth when they find out about your job. Growing up the church has been the only place you’ve been able to find solace and that’s where you seek solace now.

A/n: So I have no experience fucking vampiric priests but I do have religious trauma and a deep seeded need to fuck creatures of the night. Lightly edited, not beta’d, all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!(:

(Mood board made by moi 😇)

Living in LA is nothing like you imagined. Growing up in the Midwest, you moved out here for a fresh start with the hopes and dreams of becoming a movie star. Those hopes and dreams were dashed rather quickly when you struggled to find acting jobs and instead had to resort to working at a high end gentleman’s club. If you were being honest you did enjoy working at the club. You liked the attention, you liked the other dancers but most of all the money. However outside of the club it seemed as though everyone knew what you did for a living and despised you for it. Never in your life have you felt so judged by every passing face. You purposely wear an extra large hoodie with the hood up and sweat pants on just to go to the grocery store.

After working at the club for a few months, one night, around 3am, you were just getting off work. It was a chilly early Sunday morning, the streets covered in fog. Normally you drive to and from work but this particular night you didn’t have your car since it broke down on you a few nights ago. Walking the few blocks to your apartment you just happened to glance down the street you were crossing and saw a church sitting on the corner. Having only lived in the area for a few months, you hadn’t really explored it. Noticing the church doors were open, you decided to walk down to the church and take a peek inside. You grew up in the church. Your family went every sunday, your mom was the Sunday school teacher and your father and brothers regularly volunteered to help be alter boys or set up for fundraisers or whatever else the church needed. You always struggled with what they taught and stood for. If God is the one and only that you should worship why are we praying to all of these patron saints? If God answers prayers why isn’t he answering the prayers of those starving? Of those that are abused or dying from illness? Why does Debra from Mississippi who is judgmental and mean to others get her prayers of a fancy new car get answered but not little Susie who prays she gets taken away from her abusive father? At a rather young age, you struggled immensely with your faith and beliefs but you always found the church to be a place of comfort.

Approaching the front doors you notice some lights were on and someone was playing the organ. You slowly walked up the steps and went through the doors. As you walked in, there were pews on either side, a few random stragglers scattered all over and in front was an alter of Mary surrounded by lit candles and flowers laid at her feet. You passed the first two pews, choosing to stand in the back and just observe. You could hear someone quietly crying and sniffling, a couple of others whispering the rosary and before you know it you can hear soft footsteps behind you.

The sound of a man clearing his throat comes from behind you, making you jump and turn around.

“Well hello there. And who might you be?” says the priest with a smile.

Putting your hand over your fast beating heart, “Oh hi I’m so sorry Father. I saw the doors were open and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve always found comfort in the church.” You tell him as you introduce yourself.

“It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Father Joel. Unfortunately we are about to close for the day. You see we like to keep rather strange hours for those who seek out the lord when others are usually in bed. But we will open back up at 10 o’clock tonight if you would like to come back.” He says sweetly as he touches your arm. You can’t help but have this overwhelming feeling of calm. You feel safe and wanted? Your not sure if wanted is the right word but it’s the closest to what you feel. The two of you smile at each other as the priest lifts open his other arm as a guide for you to go back out the doors you entered. You cast your eyes down as you walk back out into the early morning fog. Before you go to step down you turn back around only to be greeted by closed doors.

Hmm that’s weird. You didn’t hear the doors shut. In fact you didn’t hear anything nor did you see the other people leave. Confused as to what just happened you continue on your way back home.

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It’s been six months since you first discovered the church. You try to go as often as you can finding comfort not only in the church but with Father Joel as well. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what you did for a living. But he never made you feel bad for it. In fact he seemed to be proud of you. One night you were on stage at work and you swore you saw his face in the crowd. That same night you found an envelope in your locker stuffed with money. Five thousand dollars to be exact. But today you decided to take the night off and go spend time at the church. The real reason why you liked to spend so much time there was Father Joel. You couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He had these beautiful brown eyes, fluffy curls on top of his head, the sweetest smile he seemed to save just for you. Oh and his smell! He had this scent to him, a clean yet woodsy scent that never failed to travel from your nose directly to your cunt. Ever since you’ve met him, you’ve been having these dreams of Father Joel. In these dreams you usually run into him in random places, sometimes it’s your house other times it’s a trail in a park you find yourself walking on. But every time he always gives you this look, a rather creepy smile and his eyes change color making him look evil before he dips his head down and kisses your throat. Always leaving kisses on your throat, kissing up your neck, nibbling on your ear sending the most delicious chills up your spine. You always feel this mix of being scared of him and also needing him so bad you might explode if he doesn’t touch you. Most of the dreams are just that. Running into Father Joel, him kissing your throat and neck and then you wake up. However lately the dreams have gone further. He’s started kissing your lips, you swear it feels as though he is actually pushing his tongue into your mouth and he’ll undress you leaving you naked and vulnerable. All for him he’d say as his eyes scan your body much like a predator would size up its prey. In your dream last night it was the same thing except this time after Father Joel undressed you he pulled his cock out, turned you around and pushed his cock in in one thrust. It felt so real you almost forgot it was a dream. He thrusted only a few times before you woke up only to be laying on a wet spot. As you jumped up off the bed, you gave it a quick sniff to make sure you didn’t pee. And sure enough it wasn’t pee. You must have been so turned on from your dream that your juices leaked out of your panties and left a little spot on your sheets.

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It’s already 11 o’clock at night when you make your way to the church. Wearing your favorite black dress with cap sleeves that hang off the shoulder and the bottom hits a little above your knees, you already feel better as you come into view of your sanctuary. Walking right in you immediately run into Father Joel hitting him square in the chest.

“Woah there little one. Not so fast now” he chuckles as he helps you straighten yourself back up. His hands holding your biceps as he stills and just stares at you.

“Father Joel I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You say breathlessly with a chuckle. Your smile almost wiped clean off your face when you see the way he’s looking at you. His eyes. . .

Almost in a flash his eyes go back to their normal brown shade and he smiles at you again.

“You look beautiful tonight. Go on go find a seat in the front row. I’ll be in there soon.” Father Joel tells you. As if by magic you quickly walk to the front pew and sit down. You body moved automatically as if you had no say in your body at all.

Folding your hands in your lap, you look straight ahead at the alter of Mary. Her statue looks as if she’s looking down at you with a soft,caring look on her face. A look that’s almost as if she feels sorry for you.

Soon enough you feel Father Joel’s presence next to you. However you’re stuck. Frantically moving your eyes all around, You realize you can’t move your neck or your arms or any part of your body. Starting to feel scared, your stuck sitting down, facing forward with your hands in your lap. That’s when you feel Father Joel’s hand land on your thigh.

“You know sweetheart it’s not appropriate to wear pretty little dresses like this to church.” Comes his husky low voice whispering in your ear, “especially at night all alone.” His hand starts to slowly move up your thigh, pushing your dress up.

Gasping as if you’re just now able to catch your breath, you can feel your body and your able to move again. You barely move your head to the left when you felt his face on yours. His nose brushes your cheek and you can feel his warm breath on your face. His lips almost touching your cheek.

“You never know who or what you’ll run into sweetheart.” He says as he continues to push up your dress, his thumb rubbing your thigh. Soon your dress is pushed all the way up, exposing your black panties underneath.

“Oh sweetheart,” he says tsking, “you’re wet. Don’t you know lust is a sin baby?” Father Joel said in a very low, hushed tone. He took his finger and rubbed up your clothed slit making you notice the wet spot on your panties.

Sucking his teeth he makes a disappointing noise,

“F-fa-father Joel w-what are you doing? I- we we can’t do this! Y-you’re a priest.” You hurriedly whispered to him. In your head you wanted him to touch you, you wanted your dreams to come true but you also knew he took vows as a priest. There was no way he could ever have relations with you. Not in the way you wanted.

“Oh sweetheart don’t be so naive,” he says as he nips at your neck, “I never said I was a good man. I never said I was a man at all.”

Terrified at the last thing he just said, you turn to face him and that’s when you see his pupils have gone black and his lips pushed back, exposing fangs.

You gasp, eyes go wide as you take in the sight of a man you thought you knew.

“Now get on your knees and pray.” He demands.

Your body obeys his demands as you sink to your knees and you bend forward, resting on your forearms, clasping your hands together as your bow your head in prayer.

You happen to glance up at the statue of Mary and she’s crying tears of blood! The flames of the candles seem to be flickering even higher and you notice there’s no other noise, no music, no murmurs. You feel Father Joel kneel behind you, his big hands gripping your hips and bringing your ass to meet his crotch.

“Mm you’re such a good, obedient little one,” Joel croons as he grabs your hair and pulls you up so your back is touching his chest, “Don’t worry baby you’ll like this next part.” Smirking, he whispers in your ear before opening his mouth and biting down on your neck just below your ear.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the searing pain you feel from the bite. Tears start to fall down your face, you’ve never felt a worse pain than this. The pain seems to get worse, you can feel him sucking the area he just bit. All too soon you feel your energy drain.

Licking his lips, “Mm you have the sweetest taste my little one. You’re mine now. Your blood is mine, your body is mine.” He says in a hushed tone as he begins to lick your wound, laying chaste kisses on and around it as he goes. As weak as you are, you can’t help but feel these licks and kisses, it’s almost as if they’re in high definition. In fact all your senses feel sharper, more defined. Joel brings his wrist up to his mouth slicing open his wrist on a fang.

“Open wide my little one, I need you to drink the body and blood of your savior.” Joel says as he lifts his bleeding wrist to your open mouth. You suddenly find yourself extremely thirsty, your throat burning. When he offers his wrist, you suck down every drop greedily.

“Mm ooohh yes just like that baby drink every drop.” He moans out loud. Hearing him moan as you drink from him turns you on. Makes you want to do more to cause him to make those sounds.

Your face is covered in blood just like Father Joel’s as he pulls his wrist from your mouth and shoves your head down, forcing you back into a bow.

"Give your body to me now, let your savior in little one." Joel grunts out as he let's go of the back of your head and reaches down to pull your panties down. They drop around your knees, your hands go to clasp in prayer again as you feel him pull his cock out and rub it up and down your soaked folds.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my cunt craves your cock Father. Please fuck me. Use my body, it's yours." You confess to him. This man, this creature, whoever and whatever he is; you want him. Your very soul now craves him.

Grunting, Joel slowly dips the head of his cock in your entrance, just barely giving you the tip before he pulls back and dips back in, giving you a little at a time. After a few teases, he pulls out and thrusts his cock in in one swift motion, filling you like no one has ever filled you. He begins to pump his cock in and out, you can feel your walls stretching just to try and accommodate his length.

"Ooohhgg nnggg yes father!! Oh fuck me! Fuck my cunt father!" You moan loudly, without a care in the world, "My body is yours! All yours! Fuck your cunt Father!" You scream out as he continues to pound into you mercilessly.

Hearing you declare yourself to him has Joel ready to bust. He's been watching you this entire time. From the very first meeting that he orchestrated, he knew you'd be so sweet and everything he wants and needs. He first saw you walking into the club, you looked too young and innocent to be a dancer. He immediately tapped into your thoughts and was able to discover everything he needed to know. Like how you're new to the area and very much alone and how you struggle with your faith in God but find comfort in the church. That gave him the idea to set up a trap just for you. See Joel owned this house on the corner. It's one of many, and this particular one, he decided to decorate it like a church. One day, he just happened to walk by your apartment and saw your car parked out front. Good thing he happened to be there because your car was leaking fluids, and Joel just happened to have a knife on him and he cut your fluid lines. It took you a couple of days but eventually, you stumbled upon his church and now he has you right where he wants you.

Joel continues to pound into you over and over, spearing you on his cock. The head kisses your cervix, making you scream out in pleasure. You can’t help but fuck yourself back on his cock. Pushing back on him almost as hard as he’s pushing into you. You feel yourself getting so close, never having felt a cock fuck you so good you came from penetration alone. You just need a little bit of attention to your clit.

“Fuck that’s it baby just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Nngh ooh oh fuck”

You feel Father Joel’s thrusts start to stutter, after a few more thrusts you can feel his dick pulse inside you, coating your walls with his thick load. You let out a whine as you feel him pull out. You were so close to coming, if only you could’ve touched yourself a little bit you would’ve came but he finished before you got a chance.

Joel pulls out and holds your pussy lips open with his thumbs as he admires his cum slowly pushing out of your entrance.

Hearing your whine Joel grabs your hips and helps roll you on your back. Once your completely on your back, he opens your legs, pushing your knees back up in your chest,

“Oh you poor thing. You didn’t get to cum yet did you? You just let me use this pretty little cunt huh? Don’t worry sweetheart it’s my turn to worship your heavenly body at the alter I built just for you.” Joel says to your sore pussy. Looking down at Father Joel, watching him stare at your cunt has you whimpering as he lowers his face and licks a wide stripe up your slit. Holding your legs up and he keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, you can’t help but gush even more as he begins to suck on your clit as though it’s the most delicious piece of hard candy he’s ever tasted. You feel your high begin to build again in no time.

Joel can’t help but moan into your pussy. The taste of you and him combined is the sweetest nectar he has had the pleasure of experiencing. He starts to swirl his tongue around your clit while simultaneously sucking on it making you squirm around. His grip on your thighs tightens as he continues to feast from your body.

“Ooh oh fuck right there! Right there! Oh fuck! Yessss!” You scream out loud as you hit the hardest orgasm you’ve ever received. You pussy gushes so hard you actually squirt, watching it hit Joel in the face. He has a look of intense hunger as he opens his mouth to collect every drop.

Joel’s mouth leaves your body as you continue to lay there with legs shaking. He slowly lifts up and looks at you with a devilish grin.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up my love. There’s a lot I have to teach you and show you now that you’re mine.” Joel says as he pulls your panties up. Finally starting to get your wits about you, you realize your covered in blood. So is he. Joel goes to stand to fix himself when he rips the white collar out,

“Don’t need this anymore” he chuckles as he throws it to the side. He reaches back down, placing an arm under your back and the other arm under your legs and picking you up like a baby, cradling you to his body.

Glancing around the empty church, “Father Joel what happened to the other people who were in here?” You ask.

“ Just Joel baby. You can call me Joel. And they were all an illusion my love. Merely a figment of your imagination. I had to make this church believable for you sweetheart. If I kept it empty you would’ve been suspicious. I couldn’t have that now could I?” He replies.

Despite all of the red flags that have been going off, you are perfectly content. Happy to be in his arms as he walks out the doors and down the steps to a car parked outside. Carefully opening the door, Joel sits you down in the passenger seat before shutting the door and walking around to the drivers side to get in.

Once inside the car, Joel starts up the engine and goes to grab your hand,

“Let’s go home my love” he says to you smiling. You smile back at him, ready to spend the rest of your days by his side.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this! It literally came to me the other night while I was getting dicked down lol (: anyways yea. Thank you so so much for every like/reblog/comment! You guys are the best!♥️

#vampire priest Joel #joel miller #Joel Miller au #vampires #spooky fic #dark fic #dead dove 🕊️#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #tlou fanfiction #joel tlou

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rafesgiirl · 1 month

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I'm not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite

summary: rafe can't control his emotions, he doesn't know how to vent, he doesn't even know what's the thing that feels inside of him, until y/n showed up

warnings: ANGST ANGST, mentions of Rafe's dead mother, cursing, mentions of ward being an absolute dick

author's note: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC 😭 I know it sucks, but I tried my best, it's based on a TikTok edit, this one, I hope you like it 😭😭.

word count: around 2000

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

rafe cameron has always been seen as an aggressive person, as the one who 'handles the business', as that drug addict kid, as the one who killed sheriff peterkin, the one who had the guts to drown his sister.

few knew the backstory, and those who did... didn't even care.

"rafe cameron is bad" "rafe cameron is aggressive" "rafe cameron is crazy"... what rafe cameron really was was a broken kid, but no one seemed to notice it.

that day everything changed, that day he met the girl of his dreams, pretty face and nice body, a smile to die for, her long eyelashes...

her name was y/n y/l/n, she was a beautiful girl, that anyone would drool over.

"uh.... hi... are you— are you new?" he asked the bright-eyed girl.

"oh! hi! yes, I'm new over here" she laughed, a laugh that could stop wars if only they could hear it. “my name is y/n y/l/n, what is yours?” y/n looked directly into his eyes, as if she was searching for something, he felt intimidated, he felt as if she could see right through him.

“rafe…, ‘s nice to meet ya’” the tone of his voice making clear that he was uncomfortable.

“rafe? that's a beautiful name, it suits you so well!”

“thanks..” he furrowed his brows, who was this girl and why was she so captivating?

“oh! wait! rafe? like in Rafe Cameron???”

shit, she knew who he was, she was probably going to say all the bullshit that he didn't need to hear, but before he even had the chance to walk away, she started rambling.

“oh lord! I can't believe it! your family owns Cameron developments right?? oh god my dad ‘s super friend of yours! that means that we could be friends too, right rafe??” those words slipped from her mouth before she could notice she covered her mouth with her hands and then she giggled. “‘m sorry rafe”

his gaze softened at this girl, she was too sweet, almost innocent. he took a deep breath and smiles softly at her.

“no, ‘s fine, we could be friends… yeah— if you want to, yeah?”

“yey!” was the only thing before she squealed and went away giggling and running.

that girl… that girl had something, something that intrigued rafe.

some months passed by, he and she got along really nice, their families often got together so it made it easier for them to develop a friendship.

y/n and rafe got along just well, hanging out, partying together, laughing and smiling... something that he believed that would end up so wrong. after all, he was rafe fucking cameron, the one and only, he was aggressive, he was a dumbass, he just wanted to snort coke and fight with people, he didn't know better… right?

y/n knew about rafe's problems, about his drug addiction, anger issues, daddy issues, he wanted to be the man, because he didn't he feel heard enough, he needed to shine, but the only thing he did, was screw things up with people.

"y/n are you awake?"

his dark voice sounded in her ear as she picked up the call.

"mhm, is everything alright?" she just woke up, it was 3 in the fucking morning, what does he want?

"just wanted to thank you, do you think I could take you.. uh to The Druthers sometime and.. y'know— hang out, tan together, or play uno?"

"rafe? are you okay? why are you saying this now? it's 3am"

"I'm conscious of that, sweetheart" she could hear laughs on the phone.

"rafe.. are you high?"

"uhm— no, no.. I'm not"

"yeah... well, we'll talk about 'going to The Druthers sometime' okay?"

"yeah, sure" he says with a scoff

"I'm being serious, it's 3 in the fucking morning and I'm really tired, talk to you later, yeah?"

silence invaded the call.

"yeah, sure, the only thing you're going to do later is tell me off for not being at my house, and probably also for being drugged, but who the hell cares? no one, y/n, to no one"

"rafe, stop it"

"yeah, because no one gives a single fuck about me, Sarah? she hates me for— for trying to protect what's mine. my dad?" his voice cracks "he hates me, Sarah is the golden child, what am I to him??"

y/n took a deep breath.

"rafe cameron, the kook prince, the most wanted boy in the outer banks, are you seriously saying this to me??" she giggles "Sarah is stupid, the only thing she has in mind is the fucking gold for the fucking Pogues, so ignore that shit, and your father..." her voice trails off "but people do care about you, what about Topper? or Kelce?"

"and you?" he asks.

"me?"

"yeah— yeah shit, you, do you care about me?"

"why do you ask?"

rafe stays silent, once again "b-because I want to know if you care about me, can you fucking answer?"

"yes"

rafe sighs in relief.

"of course I care about you, you dumbass, I wouldn't be in this call if I didn't care"

"you wanted to leave"

"yes, because it's 3am rafe, please" she laughs again, provoking a laugh from him too.

"yeah" he laughs "it's true, I'll go home now, rest good, yeah?"

"mhm, okay rafe, love you"

"what— what the fuck did you just say?"

she laughs once again "I love you, dummy, be safe, yeah?"

"yeah— yeah, bye"

the call ended.

the next day, they were in The Druthers, she was sitting and looking at the sea, he was laying on her lap, letting her play with the locks of his dirty blonde hair.

"y/n?" rafe said really softly.

"yes rafe?"

"thanks"

she looks down at him "for?"

"for loving me"

"damn Rafe, you're doing it wrong.. come here" she helps him sit and she embraces him.

"you help me a fucking lot, y/n and I really want to thank you" he sounded SO pussy whipped, but he didn't care

"I don't do anything, Rafey, it's okay, yeah?"

"I.. damn.. I sometimes feel things in my insides and— and— I just don't know how to fuckin' control 'em, you got me?"

"yes, I understand, what kind of things do you feel?" she said removing her sunglasses from her nose, to put them next to the blonde.

"I don't feel anger, it's a weird feeling, it's more like.." and he goes quiet.

he starts gesturing things with his hands, only provoking a giggle on her.

"don't laugh, I'm— I'm being serious, you spoiled thing"

"I just feel rage, I feel sadness.. I don't feel anger" he says, his baby blue eyes locked with hers, he lays now on his back, looking at the sky, becoming silent.

"I... sometimes think about my mother, and how disappointed would she be if she discovered who I am right now. that I'm not that small child full of giggles and smiles, now I'm.." his voice trails off as he sits, giving her back to her, his voice obviously cracking just at the thought of his mother.

"rafe.." she says, furrowing her brows in worry and placing a small hand on the back of his shoulder.

"my friends think I like to fight." he takes a pause, inhaling deeply "but it's just not true— I mean, yeah, sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam. but I never enjoyed it"

he wipes one of the tears threatening to fall, and he gulps.

"I'm not a violent dog." he turns to face her, his eyes full of tears.

"I don't know why I bite..."

her eyes were sad, looking at him, she was genuinely worried about him, she just embraced him and let him cry on her shoulder.

"they don't deserve you, rafe, they don't..." y/n says with all the delicacy in the world.

"you're too much for them, you're kind and smart, and... you're beautiful, in your insides.."

"I'm sure your mother understands you, your father doesn't because he's messed up in the fucking head, but I understand you, rafe"

rafe looks at her, frowning and looking at her in disbelief "how can you even understand me, how can you even love me, huh??"

"I just do, your heart.. your heart says things that your mouth doesn't, I know your looks, rafe, when you boil, you're not angry... the sadness turns to aggressiveness"

"you can't say that, you don't know me like I know myself" he says again in a broken voice.

"I could try to know you if you wanted me to" she adds with a smile.

he looks at her in disbelief, still frowning "what if I hurt you? like I hurted Sarah, or Wheezie that time when I grabbed her arm and left bruises on her arm for a week” he starts to ramble.

“shh, rafe, it's okay, you won't hurt me, I want to do this, I want to be there for you”

“I don't understand why”

“because I love you” she says quietly, slowly leaning to take his hand.

“I love you, rafe Cameron”

the tears in his eyes disappeared and then they turned even brighter, he smiles and nods.

“I— I love you too y/n”

#my first fic #im so sorry lol #rafe fic #rafe cameron #angst #rafe x reader #rafe angst #yn

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olderthannetfic · 5 months

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New Horrors in the AN: in the end notes to every chapter, comments along the lines of, 'I don't know if this is any good I wrote this at 3am lol,' 'Sorry for the errors didn't edit,' 'I'm easily distracted so this is super short,' 'wanted to write more but I'm really too tired,' etc.

The worst part is that it wasn't bad so far, but I noped out anyway. There are absolutely no obligation whatsoever for any ficcer to take themselves super seriously, but I also don't really want to read a story where the writer doesn't really seem to give a damn: if they don't, I don't, so I applied dl; dr.

Honestly, before seeing these AN, I wouldn't have thought that sort of thing would get so much on my nerves I'd stop reading, but here you are *shrug*

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diovstheworld · 8 months

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Ooh! Another JJBA villain lover. I wanted to request groupchat headcanons for the agents of Dio. Thank you! 🙏

Agents of Dio Group Chat HCs

hi hi! of course! also, thank you so much for the request! i’m so glad you requested the agents of dio because i love them so much <3 i didn’t include all the agents (i did about 7 i think) because i struggled to think for all of them but hopefully the agents i did do are okay! also i’m really sorry this took so long :(( between work and some family issues i haven’t had too much time but i hope you enjoy!

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Steely Dan

absolute menace in the groupchat to be honest

actually, Dan, Mariah and Rubber Soul and THE group chat menaces and everyone hates them for it lmaooo

i feel like he’s a spammer tbh

but he’s never saying anything of interest he’s just spamming with stupid stuff like memes at 3am

definitely one of if not the most annoying agent in the group chat closely followed by rubber

Rubber Soul

another one who’s a big fan of spamming with memes

and it’s normally in response to dan’s memes that he’s spamming. and he’s sending even worse memes in response lmao

has the humour of a 13 year old kid who plays fortnite to be honest

has made the ligma joke too many times (daniel still falls for it sometimes)

Daniel D’Arby

not that active in the group chat to be honest

he pops in every now and then to see if anything work related has happened

group chat besties with Hol Horse and they gave each other their group chat nicknames

he’s slow at responding even in group chat emergencies to be honest lmao i feel like he doesn’t really care too much about what goes on in the group chat

and i feel like he’s probably not that active on his phone anyway unless he’s playing solitaire or some type of betting game

Terence D’Arby

another one who likes to send memes into the chat actually but isn’t a spammer like dan is

he’s pretty much always active on the group chat but he’s more of a lurker and doesn’t tend to respond to messages quick all the time even though he is always on the group chat

which always annoys everyone because they know he’s there and is just ignoring them lmao

is often asked by others to hack the group chat and edit peoples nicknames (normally it’s dan or mariah that asks) most of the time he doesn’t do it but he will if he’s bored and feels like annoying people

Vanilla Ice

co admin of the group chat (Dio is the admin of course)

not that good at keeping it under control though lmao

normally dishing out group chat bans (normally to either Mariah, Dan or Rubber) until another member of that little trio begs for them to be unbanned

he’s the most active i would say. when dio can’t be bothered with the group chat, he’s in charge of keeping it under control (which again, he’s very bad at lmao)

always has to ask terence for technical help because he assumes terence knows everything about technology

everyone always complains to him about the group chat nicknames because he’s not creative enough with them

Mariah

group chat besties with midler

always keeps her up to date on pranks she’s going to pull on the group chat so that she’s in on it too tbh

much like terence, she’s very active but she doesn’t like to respond

when she does respond though it’s probably with some type of snarky comment (never with midler though, she would never do that to her)

as much as she’s group chat besties with rubber and dan, she’s always insulting them too lmao. she loves making fun of those boys

Hol Horse

i’d say he’s semi active in the group

likes to pester the d’arby brothers (daniel is definitely more easily irritated than terence)

most frequently used emoji is the cowboy and the gun emoji (and got sad when they changed the gun emoji)

he’s quick at answering when he’s in the mood. you can always tell if hol horse has fallen out with one of the other members because he refuses to answer them lmao

pretty flirty in the group chat. mostly flirts with mariah and midler even though mariah constantly tells him to give it a rest

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kquil · 2 months

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Hey! I don't mean to bug you, I was just wondering if you were going tk post chapter 7 of heros in tattos next weekend cause we didn't see anything Over this past weekend.

Hope you had an amazing day

waaahhhh! i'm so sorry my darling 。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。 i fully planned on posting chapter seven on sunday but it took longer than i expected because i kept adding more and more things in and even redid some stuff too -- i didn't want to rush it and give your darlings half-baked writing (especially after i posted divorcing orion black chpt.2 without proofreading or editing it (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻)

-- also my life kinda fell apart the previous week (ಥ‿ಥ) and i finally found the will to do something about it at 3am on sunday (both fortunate and unfortunate timing) so writing hasn't really been my top priority the past two days (oᗜo') nevertheless, im definitely posting chapter 7 today (5th March) 6pm GMT time (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

(i've also been working on more side projects in the background so i've been a pretty busy bee despite my life falling to pieces (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง .... why do i do this to myself?)

p.s also! please don't feel bad about asking me about posting, since i made a commitment to posting every weekend, i want to be kept accountable for it! i'm also working on my horrendous time management skills this year so this will definitely push me to do that <3

#☁︎ : kquil talks #🎏 : anon #life is hard rn but we keep pushing! woooooo!#i have too many ideas up in this old noggin #or maybe i just daydream too much...#i hate being unable to keep my promises ahhhhh!

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can-a-tuna-fish · 2 months

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the character asks with Brooke!

Favorite thing about them:

I’m not even joking when I say everything. Brooke Lhost save me. I do think the bit where she writes French phrases on her hands and says them to Jeremy is really funny, I love her.

LEAST favorite thing about them:

I know I have criticisms but nothing is immediately coming to mind so I might edit this and add something later :(

favorite line:

“scary! I have some issues with dairy :(” genuinely so funny of her to openly mention in the second conversation she’s ever had with this boy. She is the exact representation we need for people who are lactose intolerant but still eat icecream. On a more serious note “I just want someone to see me first” is devastating.

brOTP:

her and Jenna (iced tea I think?) :(((( I’m so so so sad they never got any scenes together after the play. I have a really specific way I see them, where I feel like Brooke recognizes how much they leave Jenna out, and in a way the only thing holding her back from ever making real honest friends with her is the need to uphold her own status. Also puppylove, I need them to be besties BAD.

OTP:

playride. I will die on this hill. Have you ever seen someone pine so hard that it makes them physically sick?? That’s what Brooke has going on. I think about them a lot and how they both end up in this friend group where they see each other around a bunch but maybe don’t really talk individually a lot. Christine is experiencing the Jake Dillinger effect of only being important to him when he wants her to be, while Brooke is dealing with having to be the “second choice” to Chloe, and it sort of just over time morphs into them being friends with each other (fully based on that one scene in bway bmc where Brooke frowns and sympathetically pats Christine’s shoulder after Chloe says her “he got bored of you” line). I also think that Brooke would somewhat admire Christine’s ability to recognize her own boundaries and break up with Jake, even if she never admits anything about it. I would do outlandish things for three minutes of playride screentime. Pleas….

nOTP:

I’m so sorry pinkberry moots. As much as I can see them having a funny kind of friendship that constantly borders on “oh this is so not what friends usually do”, them as a romantic pairing is so not my cup of tea.

random headcanon:

braces haver :)))) also she’s like 5’11

unpopular opinion:

don’t think I really have any? I don’t like the way people characterize her as being naïve though :/

song I associate with them:

Be your own 3am by Adult Mom, and also flip flop by yucky duster (she wouldn’t like either of those, that’s more a me thing)

Favorite picture of them:

I’m a little too scared to actually add pictures, but i like the scene in bmc london where she chases Jeremy up onto a table during DYWAR.

#I love her so bad you don’t get it.#probably ooc but I’m just having a good time thinking about these weirdos #brooke lohst #brooke bmc #bmc #be more chill #bmc musical #ask #txt post

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artastic-friend · 9 months

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This spamton doodle is Specifically for @birdy-bird27 !!! because they tried searching for the hidden spamton in my last post and I feel bad because I unintentionally made it impossible💀😭

I feel genuinely so bad for putting that impossible task on you-

Please take this peace offering🤲

Here is the hidden spamton I mentioned

Also religious reference (crusifiction) TW and also fake blood TW

After the cut

My partner and I were in call the entire time I was drawing these things and it was about 3am by the time I drew this so I am genuinely so sorry but at one part of the drawing, I drew spamton getting crucified and we thought that this frame was so funny because of it😭😭

This is the other hidden spamton but now I feel bad about having him in there💀😭 /gen

Also since I had unintentionally drawn him on this frame, it looked like Artem was talking about the spamton crucifixion so I edited the drawing💀💀💀

Don't worry, he's fine, he's just doing a grimace reference!!!

I need to stop✋💀

Anyway😭😭

I hope you didn't waste TOO much time searching bridy😭 I genuinely feel so bad now

#doodle #i'm so sorry #😭😭😭😭#cw: religious themes #cw: crusifiction #💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 help #don't worry I love spamton too he's fine he's just playin #my art #2023 #artastic-friend

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hannahhook7744 · 6 months

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Stormbringer Crew Incorrect Quotes (Part 1);

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*After d3*

Lampwick:

Tiger Lily:

Hannah, surrounded by kids 10 and under:

Hannah: what?

Lampwick: uh... Who are they?

Hannah: Some of my crew mates!

Lampwick: but... That's a two year old-

Harry *lunges at Luke* I'm gonna kill you!

Hannah *jumps in the way to break it up*

Harry *accidentally slices her cheek*

*Room goes silent*

Hannah *tears up*

Harry: Wait no—

Hannah *runs* DAD!

Harry *runs after her* NO! WAIT! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T TELL DAD!

Parker to Cj: damn girl are you a snack because—

Hannah *jumps out of a barrel with a spray bottle full of a murky liquid and sprays Parker with it * NOO! BAD PARKER!

Parker: What the fu—

Hannah *sprays him in the eyes* NO, BAD PARKER! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER!

Cj *laughing her ass off*

Parker: MY EYES! MY EYES! WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT BOTTLE?!

Hannah: That's for me to know and for you to never find out. Now get!

Isaac: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Hannah: General Mathematics 1st Grade Edition.

Isaac: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Josh: Being a fish.

Isaac: Well, shit.

John: We need a plan to beat them.

Isaac: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.

John:

Isaac: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Luke: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Skia: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Hannah: Self care is stealing someone's birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Skia: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Skia, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??

Skia: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…

Hannah: It was you the fuck.

Skia: It was I the fuck…

Luke: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Hannah: They the fuck.

Luke *teaching his friends how to cook* This lamb is so undercooked, it's following Mary to school!

Hannah: so he can eat her fucking soul—

Peachy: Hannah no—

Skia: I've never, ever, ever, ever, ever met someone I believe in as little as you.

Gaston:....

Skia:..

Gaston:...

Skia:...

Gaston:...

Skia:...

Gaston: WAIT, WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

Luke: This crab is so undercooked I can still hear it singing 'Under the Sea!

John *starts laughing *

Hannah: Luke, stop! We're literally meeting Ariel in five minutes--

*on the Storm Bringer at 3am*

Hannah on the top bunk: Isn't it werid that we pay money go see other human beings?

Luke on the bottom bunk: Are you talking about Prostitution, the movies, or airplane tickets?

Hannah, peaking over the edge of the railing: Glasses, Luke. I was talking about Glasses.

Luke: Well, how was I supposed to know that?

Hannah: Dude. I wear glasses. Your younger sister wears glasses! A lot of our crew members wear glasses! Why wouldn't you know that? And why was prostitution your first thought?!

Treycor: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

John: What if it bites me and it dies?!

Parker: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, John, learn to listen.

Eduardo: What if it bites itself and I die?

Lewis: That’s voodoo.

James: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

John: That’s correlation, not causation.

Eduardo: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Parker, Lewis, Luke, River, and James: That’s kinky.

Treycor: Oh my God. I hate all of you.

Hannah*grimacing* I second that.

Hannah: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

River: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Luke: She did.

Skia: All three of us where literally there.

Hannah: Shit, I forgot you guys were with me when I did that.

Josh: I actually have a black belt.

Evelyn: In what, karate?

Josh: No, from Gucci.

Darcy, to Noah: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Noah, motioning to themself and Skia: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Remi: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Peachy does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff?

Skia: If Peachy were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Peachy jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Remi: You jump off a cliff!

Skia: Gladly. Provided Peachy did first.

Peachy, in the background; NO ONE IS JUMPING OFF OF A CLIFF!

Haul: Violence isn't the answer.

Alex: You’re right.

Haul: *sighs in relief*

Alex: Violence is the question.

Haul: What?

Alex, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Haul, running after them: NO-

Isaac: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Haul: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Hannah: Oh, you’ve been?

Haul: Once. In Monopoly.

Hannah: How petty can you get?

John: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Remi: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Skia: Only if you also don't ask why.

Skia: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.

Remi:

Skia:

Remi: This one is fine.

Haul: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Hannah: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Hannah: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Remi: I don’t know how to do that.

Peachy: I don’t wear a watch.

Skia: Time is a construct.

Hannah, slumps her shoulders: I don't even know why I asked that. I can't even tell time.

Hannah: I think Skia was right.

Peachy: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Remi: They wouldn't do that.

Skia: You're right, Peachy. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Skia: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Skia Told You So' on the back*

John: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine.

John: i became more evil if you’re curious.

Haul: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

John: i’m going to get worse on purpose.

Luke: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Hannah, not looking up from their book: Spear.

Luke: BLOCKED!

Darcy: Someone will die.

Noah: Of fun!

Luke: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Hannah: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Josh, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Haul.

Haul: How did you do that without turning around?

Josh: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Hannah: Fuck.

Haul: We've got to work on your cursing.

Hannah: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

Skia: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Peachy: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Skia: No! Four to five seconds!

Peachy: Too late!!!

Hannah: Welcome, fellow idiots!

Haul: Hello, Hannah!

Hannah: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot!

Haul: You underestimate me.

John: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Hannah: Isn't that just killing people?

John: Ah, technicality.

Hannah: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Haul: You're like 12 years old.

Hannah: I MIGHT DIE AT 24!

*Hannah and Haul skipping stones on lake*

Haul: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Hannah, whispering: Take that you fucking lake.

Hannah: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Luke: Oh, I’m always running.

Luke: The question is from what?

Hannah, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Luke: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,

Luke: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Hannah, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS!

Luke: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Luke: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND!

Hannah, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ.

Hannah: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Haul: You and me!!!

Hannah, tearing up: Okay.

Hannah: What time is it?

Luke: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out.

Luke: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune on purpose*

Skia: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING.

Luke: It’s 2 am.

Hannah: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Skia: You stab me, I stab you, and then when our legs get better, we buy a big-ass house.

Luke: You can stab me too, then we'll have 30 million.

Skia: Good thinking.

Hannah: What do you think Skia will do for a distraction?

Luke: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Luke: ... or they could do that.

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Peachy: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Remi: Tubular AF!

Luke: Mood to the max!

Hannah, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Skia, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

Hannah: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Luke: 'Prettiest Smile'

Peachy: 'Nicest Personality'

Skia: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Remi: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Hannah: Oh cool, I got 'most forgettable. '

Luke and Skia: Excuse me, what?

Hannah: I got most forgettable? Why—hey, where are you four going? And why do you have your weapons drawn?

Hannah: Anyone d-

Skia: Depressed?

Luke: Drained?

Remi: Dumb?

Peachy: Disliked?

Hannah:—done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

Hannah: Time for plan G.

Skia: Don’t you mean plan B?

Hannah: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Peachy: What about plan D?

Hannah: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Remi: What about plan E?

Hannah: I’m hoping not to use it. Luke dies in plan E.

Alex: I like plan E.

Hannah: WE'RE NOT DOING PLAN E, DAMN IT, AND THAT'S FINAL.

Luke: What about plan F?

Treycor: We're not doing Plan F.

Luke: why?

Treycor: Plan F is Get help.

Luke: Oh. Yeah, let's not do that.

Hannah: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Skia: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Hannah: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Luke: Actually I did the math, Skia would have $225, not $0.15.

Skia: Fam I’m right here....

Remi: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Hannah: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Remi: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Hannah: :(

Luke: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Skia would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Remi: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Luke: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Peachy: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice.

Luke: Apply juice to what.

Treycor: Directly to the forehead.

Skia: Great chat everyone/

Darcy: I’m going to take you out.

Luke: great, it’s a date!

Darcy: I meant that as a threat.

Luke: See you at five!

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