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megaawkwardhuman · 7 months

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cringetober day 31: halloween!!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!

and happy last day of cringetober (after this post I'm FREEEEEEE /j)

for the final prompt I decided to draw bunny nandor and bunny on there way to trick or treat with nandor dressed as koko the clown and guillermo dressed as betty boop (random costumes I know)

little bonus here's the rough sketches I did of these costumes :]

#all the candy will prob go to memo cuz nandor can't really eat them (cuz ya know he's a vampire)#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits fanart #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #*funny tag for my art*#bun stuff #HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL!!! :]

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lecliss · 1 month

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Okay actually I just thought about it and I genuinely don't know if the way Bastard!! is horny is supposed to be like at least 50% fucking hilarious or not. Like if I was a straight man am I supposed to be finding this super serious and hot???? Is me being gay and aroace what's making it so funny??? Is the funny intentional??? I genuinely don't know. I feel like I need a straight man to explain it to me.

#LIKE AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO FIND SHEILA NEEDING TO SUCK THE POISON OUT OF HIS BARE RIPPED CHEST KINDA FUNNY???? AM I NOT????#CUZ ITS FUCKING FUNNY!!!!! but like its not being treated like a joke but not all comedy acknowledges its comedy ya know????#like. i dont. why is it funny if its not supposed to be funny then huh?????#am i just finally fucking losing it???? i genuinely need either a straight guy or an allo in general to tell me #i feel like i cant be part of the placebo group ya know?#personal

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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Pray it away(i swear, ill never be a saint, no way)- Jeff the Killer x reader - P1

The last of us! inspired fic-based off the infection in the last of us/using that infection cuz i can/its the only one i understand like-at all.

Warning; blood, zombies*, cursing, guns, violence, death.

(y/n) and Jeff are both 17 at the start of the infection. both 27 after the time skip, though i do try to not mention ages so you can place (y/n) at any age, Jeff is 27 tho.

May 13th, 2014. The day the world went to hell.

The day started off normal-you were getting ready for school, making a quick breakfast for you and your siblings as your dad nearly slept through his alarm. You heard your brother slam on his door twice, waking your old man up. “Alarm!” Colin yelled out, chuckling as your dad just let out a loud confused groan.

He quickly jogged down the stairs, stealing your glass of orange juice as he squeeze past you to take his egg burrito. “hey!” you yelped, reaching around and attempting to steal it back, huffing as he just gulped it down. “Jerk, I was drinking that.” He burped, setting the glass in the dishwasher and grabbing one of your chocolate milks, opening it and setting it beside you. “Thanks,” you muttered, he was an asshole-but hey at least he wasn’t a total butthead.

Colin just nodded, downing his burrito and shoving a rice crispy treat in his mouth. “Gotta get to work-see ya (y/n)! don’t drink my soda!” you waved him off and he was out the door, quickly heading to the bus stop that would take him to work.

“wakey wakey eggs and bakey!” you yelled out as your oldest brother, Justin, came slumping out of his room, sniffing as he took his plate of eggs and bacon from you. “No waffles?” he asked with a tired grin, and you shook your head, starting to make your batch of eggs. “no, dad used the last of it on Sunday, and we’re not going grocery shopping till Saturday.” Justin nodded with a hum, sitting down at the breakfast table and pouring syrup on his eggs.

You took your dad's egg sandwich out of the maker and set it aside, starting up his coffee as he came down the stairs, fixing his button-up. “Thanks sweetie,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head as he took his sandwich and finished making his coffee, nodding as you mentioned he would need more English muffins as you broke into the ones from the freezer. “okay, Justin eat up, im taking you to work-(y/n) drive safe, okay?”

You nodded, sliding your eggs onto a plate and buttering your toast, tossing the empty bag of bread into the trash-you had narrowly missed the expiration date so you were happy to have finished it off. “yeah, have a good day!” you called out, locking up as they left and rinsed off all the dishes, collecting your backpack and heading outside to your car-it was a 2001 Oldsmobile-the paint old and the ceiling crumbling; but it got you to school and around town-so you couldn’t complain.

“Hey (y/n)!” you turned, seeing Leon-your neighbor and friend-waving out to you as he started to head out to his school. “you wanna play some Mario kart after school? My place?” you nodded, giving him a thumbs up; laughing as he fist pumped. “wicked-see ya!” and with that-you were off.

School was normal, droning teachers, nosey teenagers, stupidly funny friends, lunch from home; the only thing that concerned you-when you looked back on it-was how your history teacher kept looking at his phone. Looking paler and paler each time he glanced at the screen.

You noticed Jessica was more twitchy than usual, and Kevin-the kid who never got sick-was coughing, a small rash crawling up his neck. He went camping a lot with this dad-so you thought maybe he got into a patch of poison ivy.

When you got out, you heard the roar of jets above you; seeing fighter jets soaring across the sky. You frowned, wondering if there was some sort of show going on, but your brother definitely would’ve tried to have gotten the day off if there was one. You licked your lips, feeling a pit in your gut-telling you something was wrong. You brushed it off, heading towards your car and back to your neighborhood, pulling your car into your driveway and heading over to Leons.

“Hey, Leon’s mom!” you called out as you entered the house-taking off your shoes and resting your bag in the cubby in the hall. She gave you a small smile and bow of her head, turning and going back to what she was doing. You walked into Leon’s room, smacking him harshly on the back as you came up behind him. “(y/n)!” he coughed out, smacking his chest to free his lungs of sudden water, “Dude I was drinking!”

You just laughed, sitting on his bed and grabbing the controller he had set out, leaning back as he turned on the Wii and sat on the floor in front of you. “Notice anything weird at school today?” you asked quietly after a few matches of Mario kart. Leon paused the race and looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “no…why?” he turned, resting his elbows on his knees.

You swallowed, looking down at the controller; fiddling with the buttons. “I dunno…just-I’ve got a bad feeling….it’s probably nothing” you chuckled, gesturing for Leon to resume the game. He slowly nodded and turned back to the tv, resuming the race. To which you won-again~.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bye!” you yelled to Leon as you left the house, bidding his mother goodbye as well, closing the door behind you and heading back to your house. You looked up at the clock, seeing Justin and dad would be home soon-Colin wasn’t due for another hour or so. You got busy doing homework and some chores, taking a glance at your dads dinner calendar for the week to see what was for dinner that night.

“Lasagna, cool” you muttered, knowing it would take a while to make and everyone would be home and hungry by the time it was ready. You grabbed the box from the freezer and started up the oven, cleaning up your snack dishes and getting on Justin’s ps4 till he got home, messing around in your completed save file of infamous ss.

When 6 rolled around, you got worried-your dad was either home by now-or at had least called to tell you he was on his way home. And Colin hadn’t asked you to come pick him up yet, nor had he texted you he had gotten a ride. That pit in your gut got stronger, your leg started to bounce as you tried to distract yourself with the game.

7 came around. No calls. Something was wrong. The Lasagna had long been done-slowly growing cold in the oven that you had turned off nearly a half hour ago. You licked the inside of your lip, switching from the ps4 to the cable, drawing your legs up as you switched to the news channel.

‘no word from the police about a rise of violent incidents across the city, some speculate it could be a new street drug-more at 9 after we return from break.’

You jumped as your phone went off, and you quickly picked it up, swallowing as Colin’s voice came through the receiver. “(y/n)! are you home?!" you nodded, then realized he couldn’t see that and told him you were. “Good, go into my room-get my gun-“ you froze, what? get his gun?

“Colin what the fuck?” you nearly screeched, gasping as something exploded outside. “What the fuck!?” Colin called your name and told you to lock everything up and get his gun. “Stay inside! Somethings wrong, like-zombie wrong.”

Oh god you felt sick, what the hell was happening?! “(y/n)! make sure everything is locked and get my gun! Now! We’re locked down over here, dad and Justin haven't responded to me at all. Stay safe-don’t get bit.” you dropped your phone as he hung up, stumbling towards his room and grabbing his pistol from his bottom drawer, tears in your eyes as you quickly went around the house-locking all the windows and double-checking the doors.

“What the fuck what the fuck” you whispered repeatedly to yourself, terror piercing your core as jets flew overhead-shaking the house as you heard screams echo from outside. You jumped at the sound of something slamming against your front door, and then it started…whimpering?

You knew that whimper-Krusher! You carefully unlocked the front door, letting the year-old rottweiler-shepherd in, quickly looking around for anyone before closing and locking the door. “hey bud, are you okay?” you asked gently, getting to his level and letting him press into your side, the young pup shaking and crying-though his protective instincts didn’t leave your back un-guarded. “what's going on buddy?” you asked quietly, flinching as your phone and the tv sounded with a loud alarm. You quickly went back into the den-swallowing harshly as you looked at the message on the tv.

‘nationwide emergency-do not leave your homes. Stay inside. Do not let anyone in. Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area-and will be in contact with further instructions. Repeat; nationwide emergency-‘

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling your hands shake as you carefully held Colin’s gun, you double checked to make sure the safety was on and picked up your phone, desperately calling your mom, dad, and brother-none of them answered. “oh-oh please, oh please oh please,” you sobbed, feeling tears trail down your cheeks as Krusher stayed close to you, the hairs on his back raised.

You nearly screamed as your phone rang, seeing it was Cindy-Krushers owner. You quickly picked it up, eyes on the mud-room door that led out to the driveway. “Cindy? What’s going on?” you cried out quietly, crouching down as something echoed from outside-sounding like a gunshot. “I dunno kid-are you home? Is Krusher with you? He jumped the fence and ran off.”

You told her he was, setting the gun down and rubbing his side, his eyes glued to the mud-room door, growling. “He’s-he’s on edge though” you whispered, slowly standing and grabbing the gun again, seeing Cindy walking up your driveway, only living two doors down. “What the hell is happening?”

“Doomsday kid, everything is going to shit-before the alert went off, news was going off about people starting riots, physical attacks with biting n’ all. Zombies it sounds like” you sobbed, getting up to meet Cindy as she stepped up to your front door, knocking on the mud-room door to let her know you were there.

She hung up and quickly jogged over, stepping inside and locking the door behind her, Krusher leaping up to practically hug her as she set her rifle down and rubbed his head. “any word from your dad?” she asked, quickly checking through the house and turning off all the lights, drawing curtains and raiding your dad's supply closet.

You shook your head. “no, nothing from him, or mom, or Justin. Colins the one who called me first-told me to get his gun and stay inside.” Cindy nodded, tossing your dads rain jacket at you, and pointing down the hall towards your room after she finished raiding the main hall closet. “go get dressed, pants, closed-toed shoes, good t-shirt, pack what you can in a good backpack, we have to get out of here.” you stood still for a long moment, flinching as she yelled at you. “go! (y/n)!”

You quickly did as told, Krusher following you into your room. you quickly texted your parents and your brothers that Cindy was packing you up and leaving with you, that you would be safe, and hoped they would be too.

Colin was the only one to text you back. “okay, leave a house key somewhere I’ll be able to find it-don’t pick the place empty. Stay safe, I love you (y/n).” you froze at the end of his message, he had never said that before….fuck this was serious. You quickly texted him back, telling him you loved him too, texting the same to your parents and Justin before shrugging your backpack onto your back and following Cindy outside, leaving the house key in the hanging plant in front of the kitchen window.

Pam, Cindy’s partner, was loading stuff into their truck and a large motor home connected to it, making eye contact with you for a moment and nodding, seeing Krusher at your heels. Cindy went to check on Pam and you slowly followed, eyes on your neighbor's house. They were an old couple, very sweet, and had practically been grandparents, you wondered if they were okay.

Krusher suddenly started growling, and you felt him push against your legs-moving you towards Cindy and Pam. “Krusher?” you asked quietly, turning the safety off on the gun and looking around-seeing nothing Krusher would be guarding you from. “what do you see?”

The hairs on your neck raised and you whirled around-eyes widening as you saw Leon, his eyes hollow and white veins crawling up his face, a bloody bite mark on his upper neck. “Leon?” you whispered, your hands shaking as he groaned and huffed, his head snapping around at the smallest sounds.

Then he saw you, and he started to hobble towards you, snarling growls erupting from his chest. Krusher started to bark, warning him to back off, pushing you back towards Cindy and Pam. “Leon, stop-don’t make me do this-please!” you cried out, lifting the gun and pointing it at your childhood friend, he just broke out in a sprint.

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed, pulling the trigger and Leon dropped to the ground, his blood beginning to pool in your front yard. “im so sorry,” you whispered out, turning and running to the car as Cindy yelled out for you, ducking as a transformer exploded from the other side of the street. You ducked into the car, panting as you slammed it closed-Pam drove off as people began to flood the streets-all screaming, some covered in blood.

“What the hell happened?” you whispered, curling into your seat as Krusher curled up in your lap, his head on your shoulder as you held him tightly, tears burning your throat. What had happened to your dad? Justin? Mom? Why weren’t they answering their phones?

“Take the surface streets-freeways going to be blocked off by the time we get there, we need to get to somewhere less populated.” Cindy told Pam, turning back to look at you. “buckle up kid, this is going to be a long ride.” you nodded, curling up in your seat and taking off your backpack-stashing away Colin’s gun and holding Krusher close.

-10 years later-

You walked through the abandoned streets of some Georgia city, a rifle in your hands with a heavy pack on your back, Krusher’s son trotting by your side, panting as you made your way around abandoned cars, downed power lines, collapsed building walls, and long-dead infected. Your eyes were trained on the convenience store at the end of the street-its windows unbroken and lights flickering.

“Think there be anything good Cerbs?” you asked your loyal pup, who just huffed, glancing up at you while you spoke. He hadn’t reacted to anything just yet-so you guessed the surrounding area was clear…for now. You never stayed in one place for long anyways. “c’mon, let’s check it out.”

You jumped over a fallen gas station support beam and pulled at the door, nodding to yourself as both doors were locked. “that’s a good sign” you muttered, taking a walk around the back and pulling at the staff only door-that was locked as well. Maybe you would have some luck for once. You went back to the main doors and broke the glass with your rifle, turning on the flashlight clipped to the top and scanning the room as you stepped inside. “Sniff it out” you whispered down to Cerberus, who immediately went to work, going all the way to the back room and not giving any signs of danger till he hit the door to the basement-which was covered in debris. “Don’t think I’ll be going down there, but thanks bud” you muttered as you scratched his ear, looking around the store.

It wasn’t fully stocked-and most of it had been picked out-but there were things of value left-like some beef jerky that was still within its expiration date. “Score~!” you sang, snagging the bag and taking your bag off to put it inside, leaving it on the floor as you explore the store, finding some dehydrated marshmallows (like the kind in lucky charms), mini cereal cups, a half pack of pads, pretzels, more jerky, and two bags of cookies. The last of which you tossed out since they were waaaaay outta date.

“oh hell yeah” you muttered as you found a bag of dog treats, ripping it open and tossing one to Cerb, grinning as he happily snatched it out of the air. “good boy,” you got busy packing it away, grinning as you spotted a few rolls of toilet paper that had rolled under one of the racks. “fuck yes.” You snatched them up and packed them away, furrowing your brows as Cerb’s hackles raised and he started to growl at something behind you. You slowly grabbed your bowie knife from your belt, not daring to glance over your shoulder as you saw a shadow begin to stalk up behind you.

But it was too quiet to be an infected, not a clicker either-it was walking too smoothly, no groaning, their breathing almost non-existent. You quickly stood and spun around-screaming at what you saw-it was a dude; tall and pale with a long healed carved smile across his face, his eyes wide and maniac.

You punched him in the face.

He hit the floor, completely crumbling on himself, a small wheezing hiss escaping him before he went limp.

“Whaaaat the fuck,” you muttered, crouching down and pushing the dude's hood out of his face, seeing long raven hair that almost looked brown-his eyes nearly shut and bright blue. Your thumb scratched against his upper cheek, it was both deceptively smooth and rough like leather.

Looked to be around your age too, wearing a filthy white hoodie and a dark denim jacket over it. You slowly looked up as something growled, loud-and big. It was a husky. A big fuck off husky-it’s fur blood red and black, his eyes almost glowing. You swallowed, raising your hands and standing, grabbing your bag and sliding it on, “I’m not gonna kill him, just didn’t expect him.” You whispered to the husky, who just showed his teeth, Cerberus at your side; doing the same.

They were both telling each other/you; leave my human alone, or I will kill you.

You stepped away from the knocked-out dude, and the husky began to relax, stepping closer to his human and soon standing over him as you stepped away, making your way around the aisles and going out the door, not looking back as the husky stared after you and Cerb-sneezing as he looked back down at his human, nosing him in the neck.

The dude woke up with a jerk, pushing away the huskies nose with a groan. “Smile-get-off” He snapped, sitting up and rubbing his face, feeling heat beginning to build up in his eye. “Bitch punched me in the face!”

-end of p1-

....lowkey proud of this-dunno where exactly its gonna go-i have ideas. i never plan shit out-i just write. CHAOS!!!!

uhhhhhhhhh idk who wants to be on taglist other than these two-so

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@thetrueghostqueen @sephiralorange

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #the last of us #tlou based fic #slow burn #also i just realized how funny it was for me to mention infamous ss cuz troy baker plays delsin XD #and he also plays joel #lol #the last of us is an existing vid game here #just-ya know....shit went down~#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk also inspired by flower??#if any of yall know what im talking about yall are cool

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tryingtimi · 6 months

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The Dragon In The Parking Lot: Snip

Madness by Muse. Oh, hell yeah, it's a Sasin song. The magical mafia WIP I haven't introduced here yet, lmao. But I've already started a side story for it. What a mess. Anyway, I'll insert that little thing I wrote for the side story with a tiny context.

Context: Taeri and Taeron are the infamous shapeshifter twins of one of the biggest mafia organisation in Naksan. They're the best among the best.

SASIN SIDE STORY | DYNAMIC EXPLORATION | WC: 897

Taeron never seemed to get used to seeing his own face on his sister.

He watched her stand beside the side of the grocery store, her — the hands that were the exact same as Taeron’s, buried deep in the sleeves of the hoodie she borrowed. She fidgeted with the edge, shoulders slumped, her face turning around every few seconds as if she was in trouble. As if she wanted to hide and disappear.

Taeron pushed his tongue to the side of his mouth. He rolled back his shoulders instinctively, straightening his back.

They were waiting here for a while now, and however warm it was in the car, Taeron knew Taeri was probably freezing. Her hand reached into her pocket, and she fished out her phone.

Taeron’s own dinged at the same time he saw her fingers move.

Where is this bitch?

He could understand her annoyance, and he smiled at the thought of how strange others would have felt seeing the person she was acting as, then realise her true nature. He quickly typed a reply, offering some very brief comfort.

Taeri was a professional, just like Taeron himself, therefore she never broke character on a mission. And still, after inspecting her phone, she stared at it for a moment longer and turned to Taeron’s direction, looking right at him. Then, she pulled out a cigarette.

To Taeron’s dismay, he couldn’t stop her. The target did not know them, and so she wouldn’t be able to tell if the person before her was supposed to smoke or not. Yet, Taeron pursed his lips, and not just because his favorite piece of clothing was about to get smelly of tar.

With a sigh, he turned his attention back to his computer.

The screens were sliced into four, each part showing the security cameras of the grocery store. Taeron barely broke a sweat to hack them, which wasn’t really a surprise. The Huin District wasn’t the most secure part of Naksan, and so why would they bother with a nearly abandoned liquor store on the edge of it. Only the general requirement of keeping the sad thing open was the reason why it had any camera at all. At least, that’s what Taeron’s guess would have been.

He kept his eyes on the screen, reading through personal informations again, but he never let his peripheral focus lose Taeri beside the store.

After what seemed to be half an hour, the target finally arrived.

There always was a fine line between what he expected and what the people who hired them actually looked like. The woman’s blazer barely stayed over that plump belly of hers, which reached the opposite effect than looking professional — what Taeron assumed she went for. Of course, it wasn’t his place to say anything; money was money.

Taeri glanced at her with what he assumed was a wary expression, since the woman seemed to lower her guard just a little. They weren't as far from his car, but even his glasses couldn’t help him make out all the details.

So, he turned back to the cameras, and zoomed on the one that looked outside; right where the two women met.

Taeri started to speak, and pushed up Taeron’s glasses on her nose during that, more times than it was comfortable to admit. He was aware of his nervous movements, he needed to be, yet seeing his sister play it out was annoying. No matter how many times he saw it before.

The cameras did not record sounds, but Taeron had not a single shard of doubt that she could handle the situation. And for how the target slowly relaxed completely, then handed a considerably thick package to Taeri without hesitation, his faith was not in vain. Especially as he saw the target adding something more to the package before handing it over.

Taeri stared at the package for a moment, then with a straight face, she drowned it into her pocket. One more glass adjusting, and she was on her way to the car, right after a very respectful bow. The woman lingered in one place for a second, looking after her. Taeron could make out almost some kind of satisfaction on her face, before she finally walked away.

Taeri yanked the car door open before she hopped in.

“What a cunt,” she exclaimed in Taeron’s voice. “She was thirsting over me like a schoolgirl. But, I guess this is just your effect on older women, brother.”

It was a disturbingly strange thing to see her smirking while still wearing his face.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Oh, come on. They love you.”

Taeron gave her a glare from under his lenses.

“They love you flirting with them while wearing my face.” He pushed his glasses back. “Which, you should stop doing.”

Her smirk deepened, while she fished out the package from her pocket, and ripped it open.

“And lose the little extra they add to the price? Hell no,” she said before she started counting. Yet, her face slowly distorted, and a faint outline of blue scales ran through her as Taeron’s features were replaced with more mild ones. Her form shrank, shoulders pulling back, sides curving and her hair growing out. In a blink of an eye, she was wearing her own skin again, finally.

Taeron’s hoodie clung on her like a potato sack.

#Project Sasin #Sasin: The Dragon In The Parking Lot #urban fantasy #writeblr #writing community #side story #it's funny cuz i dont intend to be YA #but it might turn out to be one #every character is aroudn 20 something #so #the funnies thing tho is that this takes place before Lonel's time so why do they have mobile phones and a laptop?#who knows #i definitely dont #timis other stories

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brutal-nemesis · 9 months

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Feel free to ignore this and im sorry if i word it poorly, but I'm asking because I'm genuinely curious and want to learn as I don't know any aroace people in real life! You said you have a boyfriend, but you don't feel romantic attraction. How does that change having a friend vs having a boyfriend?

No worries I'm happy to talk about it!! This might get kinda rambly but oh well shove it under readmore so i can talk forever

So I think for my boyfriend, I think it's just like more intense platonic feelings? The sorts of things I want to do with him are things I would be fine doing with someone else, if that makes sense. Cuz a lot of aromantics/aro-adjacent people struggle with telling the difference between romantic and platonic attraction, myself included. At some point I defined romantic as wanting to do certain things with Them and Only Them, while platonic is like I would prefer to do xyz thing with them but if I did it with someone else it wouldn't be weird. "Doing things" in this case ranges from eating a meal together to cuddling (for me things don't go beyond that physically). Idk if I explained it well enough but that's the definition I use for myself.

So like I still love him and care about him a lot and everything but it's not quite the same way he loves me (he's straight). I at least can sense a sort of difference in how we feel about each other, idk if he can, but it makes me more certain that my feelings for him aren't romantic, and that is okay. He's known I'm aroace since before we started dating (he was super scared to ask me out because of it rip bozo) so we've always been on the same page about all of that.

And you're probably wondering why I did agree to go out with him if I don't have romantic feelings for him. For starters, I've never been opposed to the idea of having a partner, but it was more of a "if it happens great and if not that's fine too" kinda vibe. In the months before we started dating we'd gotten really close as friends and did some cuddling because that shit can totally be platonic yk. He caught feelings somewhere along the way cuz Straight and when he asked I said yes cuz I do want to be with him. I wanna hang out all the time and go for hikes and watch Ghost Files and make dinner together and let him have some of my ice cream.

I could do those things with someone else and still have fun, but I'd rather do them with him. So it's platonic, in my eyes, but it's still very much love.

#wow an ask #anon #nemi's vibes #ig idk how to categorize this #not whump #oh wait funny colored tag #aromantic #yaaaaaahhhh #but uh yeah np i am always open to questions about whatever #cuz if it comes from an honest place of wanting to learn then im happy to explain whatever stupid thing #(i say this like i didnt cry laughing last night because we had to explain to one of my friends what ''bottom energy'' meant)#(he genuinely did not know. i sobbed. innocent man who probably has autism i love him)#(tbf this guy has a history of Not Knowing Things because the texas education system will do that to ya 😔)#enough about him tho. i am happy to answer questions!!

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smoozie · 2 months

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i can never say this off anon but. like. i don't agree with rpf ideologically but there's something to the narrative of it, right? like if i was a minecraft youtuber and so was my best friend and i fell in love with them i would never fucking say anything publicly. there's a story there. i just wish it made sense to write about fictional youtubers or write aus about my ocs as youtubers without it turning into meta commentary on actual RPF. why is there no respectful way to write about c!cc!characters huh

There is most definitely a story to be told in which the entire world thinks two people should be together, and because of that two people cannot reveal they are in love with each other.

#anon this is an interesting topic #so cruel of u to put it in my inbox tho lmao /lh #now I have to say smth off anon abt it!#but uh I'm trying to phrase this ever so delicately #I don't think u should ship real ppl #obviously #I grew up watching dan and phil guys #but this ask is soooo like #yeah #them #I think abt them a lot and how hard it must have been to be in the closet and somehow outted at the same time #very interesting perspective #but also it is so intrusive to explore smth like that ya know?#like in a fanfic #and ur right any story revolving around this topic is ultimately a commentary on rpf culture #even if 'youtuber who is in love with youtuber friend“ could be a fun story #it will always draw uncomfortable parallels to actual ppl #smooziespeaks #ask #anon #dragonanswers #also u mentioned mcyt's specifically which is funny cuz my response is basically #ah yes my favorite mcyts dan and phil #ALSO! What drove you to ask me of all ppl abt this???#not mad I just desperately need to know #what abt me screams send ur anonymous confessions #I need to exude that energy everywheew

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deus-and-the-machina · 11 months

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sorry but releasing chapter 123 of oshi no ko then going on break for a week was THE funniest thing they could’ve done. everyone’s gonna be in agony, we’re gonna see so many clickbait videos about this (and I already have) and then in two or three weeks aqua’s gonna go “girl wtf” and quash ruby’s hopes and dreams again

#oshi no ko #sorry sorry im just like. fairly convinced with how aquas character is that this like. isnthappening lol so I just think its funny #glad ruby got some much needed therapy tho im gonna miss the dark stars. I think girl is a little TOO on top of the world lmao. cuz ya know #aqua: dont dedicate yourself to revenge and make yourself lie it'll just hurt you. im gonna do all that tho

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marybatson · 2 years

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hear me out. billy literally chucks mary into the fire bc he isn’t going to be there for her fsr so she’s out there having the hardest time of her life keeping it together. and meanwhile adam met malik and then kidnapped him yes but he’s also got a group of ppl calling him master now with little bolt brooches like they’re a fan club and I know for sure adam’s gonna mentor him step by step. omg. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS..!