#rip toby he was a real one

[miniwheat77]

You shouldn’t kiss me like this. (Ghost x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v sex, cheating, Ghost manipulates reader, coercion, non con just in case, NO MINORS!

The title is a song from Toby, was kinda my inspiration, RIP❤️

The day Ghost met you, he knew you were his.

He got close with you immediately, and you spent all day every day around each other and Captain Price knew better than to separate the both of you on missions. Ghost wanted to be near you all the time and while Captain Price thought it was a little odd, he just figured Ghost was overprotective.

Nobody knew Ghosts real intentions, and when he found out you had a boyfriend, it felt like someone tore a hole in his chest.

But that didn’t stop him. He knew you were his and he knew he’d do anything for that to happen. Anything.

The closer you got, the more touchy he was. It was friendly, he always made sure it was friendly. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and scare you off because he knew how affectionate he so desperately wanted to be. So he did the bare minimum. He moved your hair out of your face, he’d touch your shoulders, wrap his hand around your back when he was leading you somewhere. He did everything, he wanted you to know how good he could treat you. So much better than your boyfriend ever could.

One night, he made a mistake.

You looked so pretty, you were up late with him. He was in your room and he was cracking jokes and you were laughing. Something he wanted to hear every single second of every day.

He kissed you.

You mistakenly kissed him back, before pulling yourself away from him. You started to panic because you have a boyfriend and you couldn’t do that to him. Ghost ended up leaving and you were stressed out.

He apologized to you the next day, said he didn’t know what had gotten into him and you were cold for weeks afterward. Ghost nearly went crazy. Johnny even caught him tearing apart his room when nobody else was around. He wouldn’t tell Johnny why but the sudden separation between the both of you told him everything he needed to know. This is where Johnny knew a serious talk needed to happen.

He didn’t hesitate to tell Ghost everything he needed to hear, he knew he didn’t want to. But he had to. He explained that his behavior was obsessive and dangerous and that he knew he likes you, but he needed to calm down. If he couldn’t keep his cool over something like this, he shouldn’t be around you. And while Ghost understood, he couldn’t help himself. You were his, not that stupid boyfriend of yours. He could show you, he will. Ghost even had your boyfriend’s location pin pointed on a map, he’d have you.

By any means necessary.

Of course he didn’t want it to come to that. It was his last resort. But he was willing to do anything.

You were distant after and he was already going to lose you. He could feel it deep down, he crossed a path he couldn’t come back from. There was no going back now. So late at night, his boots still clad on his feet, he made his way to your room.

He made sure to walk quietly, he didn’t want anyone to know it was him. He didn’t want anyone to know where he was going, what he was going to do. He opens up your door, you’re half asleep, perking up when your door opens. “Ghost?” You ask tiredly, clicking on your lamp. You’re rubbing your eyes and his heart aches in his chest. You look so pretty when you’re like this. He adores waking you in the morning because of your tired eyes and how warm and comfortable you are. He can’t stand another day of this. Not one more.

“Y/N.” He sighs. He closes your door behind him, stepping inside. “I.. I need to know.” He sits on the edge of your bed, lifting your hand into his. “Did you feel anything when I kissed you?” He asks you. “Ghost-“

“Please… just be honest.” His eyes glow under the moonlight. Tears gathering at his waterline.

Of course, you don’t know that they’re fake. Crocodile tears.

“Ghost.. I can’t do this with you. I have a boyfriend.” You go to move, but he stops you. “That means nothing to me, darling. Y/N.. I love you. I know that I said it was an accident. But it wasn’t. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I think you’re so pretty, so fucking amazing.” He sucks in a sharp breath. Hating that the tears are becoming real now. How fucking weak he looks in front of you, how dare you open him up like this and reject him.

He swallows hard, trying to stop the cries seeping from his throat. “Just listen to me..” he breathes. “I can take care of you.”

“I… I did feel something when I kissed you. But you and I both know that I have a boyfriend and I can’t be acting a fool with you when I’m still with him.” You look up at him. “It’s not fair, and you know that Ghost. I’m not a cheater.”

“Than why’d you kiss me back?”

You clench your eyes closed. He knows why.

Because you’re overwhelmed, have feelings that you can’t change or fight off. He knows you like him too, he needs your boyfriend gone.

Suddenly, something comes to mind.

“You’ve opened up to me. About him.” Ghost mumbles. “You said that he’s being distant. That he’s got some friends he’s going out with and not messaging you back.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not normal Y/N. He.. please just look into it. I care about you.” He sighs.

“You’re just saying that..” you sigh. “It’s only.. what? 4pm on the west coast? Call him Y/N.”

“Ghost, you’re acting really weird. I’ll call him when I’m up.” Ghost shakes his head, he can’t do it.

He forces himself into you, smashing his lips to yours and you try to force him off but he’s not letting go this time. He keeps you close, moving his lips with yours. He straddles you and eventually, you give in.

“Ghos- plea-“

“Simon!” You shove him back. “I was going to do it when I went home okay!” He freezes up at your use of his name.

You barely get the words out before he can kiss you again. He looks shocked. “I.. I was going to when I got home from deployment.” You clench your eyes shut. “What?”

“I was going to cut things off with him. When it was fair. I’m not a cheater, Simon.”

He sighs. He can’t help but feel like this is you just saying this, to get him away from you. “I want this, I do. But it’s wrong. You wouldn’t want this done to you.” You sigh. “Okay.. okay Y/N.” He stands up.

“I’ll leave you alone.” He sighs. “But.. I want you to know.” He pauses just before he grasps the door handle. “I would do anything for you. I think you’re the most beautiful, kind, loving girl. You are perfect in every single way, and nothing will change that.” He breathes, stepping outside. He closes the door behind himself. You sigh. Seeing your phone sitting on your nightstand. You pick it up, he’s right. It’s only about 4pm where he’s at.

You open up your conversation, seeing plenty of sent messages and none in return. Ghost is right, he’s been acting weird. You said so yourself. You breathe. Fingers typing across the screen before you can stop yourself.

We need to talk.

After all of those messages, of course this is the one he responds to.

What’s going on?

You breathe out. You hate this. You hate this more than anything.

I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me.

He hesitates for a second. The chat bubble appears and disappears a couple of times before you finally get a message back.

Okay.

Is there someone else?

Again, the bubble appears and disappears a few times. A few minutes go by.

Y/N…

Please. Just be honest.

You clench your eyes shut, you don’t know if you should feel relieved or sad.

I’m sorry.

Why didn’t you tell me?

I wanted to wait until you got back from deployment. When it was fair.

Seeing as those same words left your lips, you want to scream.

I have to sleep now, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. But this is officially the end of us.

I love you. I always will.

Goodnight.

You set your phone down and stand up. Marching right out your door to go to his room. You barge right inside and you startle him completely, he doesn’t even have his mask on. “Y/N- Jesus Christ.” He spins around. His back to you. The only thing he has on are his jeans. No shirt, no boots. No mask. Just bare Simon.

You wrap your hand around his torso and force him to look at you. Planting your lips right into his. He kisses you back but knows, he can’t.

He pushes you back. “Y/N- you were right okay? You shouldn’t kiss me like this.” He sighs. He’s staring down at you. “I wouldn’t want you doing this to me so you’re right..” he sighs. And just as Simon is having his come to Jesus moment.

“He’s been seeing someone else, just shut up and kiss me Riley.”

Hearing those words leave your lips, finally. Blood seeming to stop right in his veins. Heart hesitating before it takes its next beat. You’re his.

He does. He kisses you again, lifting you up and letting you wrap your legs around his waist and laying you down on his bed, going to stake his claim. You’re his, you’ve always been his and he’ll show you. He’ll do whatever it takes.

He pulls away for just a second to tug his jeans down, you’re pushing your shorts down. Desperate to feel him.

His tip is nudging at your entrance and he kisses you, swallowing up your moan as he sinks inside of you. Filling you up. It’s been months since you’ve been touched like this. Years since it’s felt as good as he feels now. To be with someone who wants you, who’ll do anything for you. You cry into his lips but it’s muffled, he’s probably more rough than he intends but he can’t help himself. He needs this, he needs you. He drives himself into you until you’ve got tears bordering your waterline, how the hell you managed to wait this long with someone like Simon at your door at every beck and call. Looking back now, it was over from the start. A neglectful boyfriend and a man who’ll worship the ground you walk on, it was doomed.

Simon knew it from the beginning, the tightness of you around him, finally giving into him. It’s bittersweet and he relishes in the way you feel around him. He’s going to cherish you, and he’s going to make sure you’re his forever no matter what the cost. He lowers one of his hands, pulling back to look at you. He takes a second to really take you in, lips parted. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re panting. Soaking wet around him.

He rubs circles into your clit with his fingers, not applying too much pressure but just enough until you’re melting into him completely. He works his hips into yours, gliding between your walls perfectly, working the best orgasm you’re sure you’ll ever have out of you. It’s desperate and it’s sloppy, but neither of you care. You need this, you’ve needed this for months. “Fuck.. you feel so good Y/N.” He whines. You raise your hands up to cup his face, pulling him down into you again. “You feel good too Simon, so good.” You hiss. This is the first time you’ve gotten a good like at Simon with his mask off. His skin is clear and he’s got stubble filling out his jawline. His eyes are piercing and he’s stunning. You pull him in to kiss you again.

You can feel your thighs starting to shake and his thrusts are getting sloppy and desperate. You’re both so close to the edge.

“Cum with me.” His voice is almost at a whisper.

The knot unravels and he kisses you again just as you go to cry out, he groans into the kiss. It drowns out the sounds from the both of you. He rides our your high, taking a few extra thrusts to staple it what he wants. Filling you up to the hilt. He doesn’t care about the consequences anymore, he doesn’t care what happens now, now that you’re with him.

He rests his forehead on your chest. Fucked out and exhausted. The stress of this morning and you avoiding him long gone. He didn’t expect this.

“I’m sorry about your boyfriend, Y/N.”

You snort at him. “Are you though?“

“I’m sorry that he hurt you.”

You roll your eyes. “I think we both know by meeting you, we were doomed from the start.”

He laughs at this. “Maybe you’re right, but I’ve got you now. And I won’t take advantage of that. As long as you’re with me, you’ll always be safe. And I swear I’ll take care of you, no matter the cost.” He breathes. “Even if you don’t want it.” You can’t help but smile. Pulling him into you, hugging him close to you.

Maybe this is everything you’ve been looking for.

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[sister-lucifer]

Eager Hands On Soft Flesh: A Preview

ticci toby x chubby!transmasc!reader

a fic for @pompeiisystem

content/warnings: insecure chubby reader, reassurance from toby, no real nsfw yet just a loving slightly horny toby who wants you to feel as handsome as he knows you are

“Toby, be honest, do you think this outfit would look better if I…you know, lost some weight?”

The sudden lurch of his body followed by sputtering and coughing as he chokes on his drink makes you jump. Your eyes widen a bit as you watch him struggle to regain his composure, wiping his mouth and trying not to spit. 

“Wh— W-What the hell are you t-talkin’ about?” He stammers, speaking through the discomfort of off brand soda in his windpipe. 

“I just mean…you know,” You reply, suddenly feeling sheepish as you look down at the crimson sweater keeping snug against your top half, “I was just thinking…maybe I should, I dunno—“ 

“Did I s-say something?” Toby says quickly. He rises from where he was sitting at the kitchen table,  wiping his chin with his sleeve one last time. “Did I m-make you—shhhrk!—make you— m-make you think that you h-had to?” 

“Oh no, of course not!” You’re fast to reply, gently putting your hands on his arms and giving a small squeeze. “No, no, it’s not you at all, I promise. I was only thinking—“ 

“W-Well you shouldn’t d-do that anymore.” 

You sigh softly, moving your hands down go grasp his. You run your thumbs over his knuckles, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Toby, come on, I didn’t mean anything bad about you. I’m just saying…I want you to be honest with me, that’s all.”

You look down at yourself, at the knit sweater and jeans you’ve put on. They’re comfortable, yes, but there’s something about the way you look in them that just doesn’t add up. You shouldn’t have expected to look exactly like the model on the website, really. You didn’t think you did. 

You’re starting to feel foolish for spending your money on this. It was silly, really, to be so excited about something as simple as a cute sweater, but at the time you thought you couldn’t live without it. You have plenty of other perfectly good outfits in your closet. Really, what reason did you have to think— 

You gasp softly when Toby suddenly pulls you in, ripping you from your thoughts with hands on your waist, gently grabbing at your love handles and pushing you back against the counter. His lips find your neck in a split second.

You moan softly, the sensation surprising but not unpleasant. You grasp at the back of his sweatshirt with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He groans under his breath when you tug just a bit.

“Please, baby,” He whispers against your skin, “P-Please, let me love on y-you just a-a bit…” 

“Toby, what are you—“ 

“Nothing, baby, I-I’m not doing a-anything…Just l-let me…”

Your cheeks are getting hot fast. You make no effort to push him away, but you can’t help getting flustered. 

“Toby, c’mon, you don’t have to do all this…” 

“I-I want to, though,” He says quickly, starting to nip and suck at your neck between kisses, “I’m not v-vvv-very good with words, I-I…I just—j-just wanna show you—shhh!—s-show you what you f-feel like…to m-me…” 

He pauses with a sigh, pulling back slowly. He looks up at you almost hesitantly, an expression you rarely see on his face. He’s always the first to act on an impulse, rarely ever thinking twice about anything; what’s slowing him down now? 

“…i-if you’ll let me, I-I mean.” 

The words come out far too gentle for Toby, and it makes you melt against him a bit. He’s always so eager to get his hands on your body, but something in him is sensing something unsure in you. You look back into the mossy color of his hazel eyes with contemplation. 

You can’t stop the gentle smile that spreads over your face. 

You pull him down to give him a slow kiss, and he happily returns the gesture. When you pull back again, there’s no hiding the anticipation on his face as he awaits your answer.

“…Of course, Toby.”

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[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

Just curious in the prison AU how did the character yk react when being arrested? I’ve seen a few videos and some people like yk resist arrest or like make it difficult for the cops to load them into the car and others just kinda let it happen? I’m just curious on how much of a struggle did the cops have when trying to arrest the proxy’s/pastas

THIS MAY INCLUDE SPOILERS FOR FUTURE PARTD OF THE PRISON AU, IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE, SCROLL PAST.

I like to think the proxies got raided, so I'm going to take some inspo from my Insane Asylum AU

Maybe Toby left a piece of evidence that led the cops right to them. For this mission, the Proxies were staying in a motel. It was the middle of the night, Toby's watching lord knows what, Hoodie's looking at some photographs he took of the victims, and Masky's smoking outside. But, as Masky's smoking, he sees bunch of cop cars in the distance. He'd run inside and tell them that they gotta leave now.

However, they got caught. Hoodie would probably be the most willing. Hoodie's the most logical of the group and he knows damn well that he isn't going to get away unless they all have a plan. He'd have the most annoyed look on his face but he wouldn't do anything.

Toby almost gotta away. Toby's had so many run ins with the cops, starting back when he was a late teenager. He would've gotten away to if his tics didn't start to act up like crazy. He'd be screaming, maybe bite a cop or two, they wouldn't definitely put a muzzle on him because he'd been sent to jail before, as mentioned in Part 1.

Masky is similar to Hoodie where he's more so annoyed then anything. But, I can see him being extremely paranoid about what the Operator and Slenderman are going to react, not even Kate has gotten caught and she works alone. He'd curse out the cops, but during the car ride, he'd be mumbling to himself, and maybe even have a panic attack.

Now to everyone else!

Ben, Jeff, and EJ were also caught together. They were all hanging out in a cabin where Jeff killing the current residents. However, Jeff had left a piece of evidence at one of his old crime scenes that led the cops to them.

EJ was dissecting one of the people Jeff killed with Ben looming over him, smoking a blunt while asking him hundreds of questions. Jeff would come over and now all of them are looming over this dead guy's body, his stomach cut open with his kidneys ripped out.

I just wanna note that these guys were the hardest to find because they're not always together, EJ eats the evidence, Ben's killings rarely leave a mark on the real world, and Jeff is good at what he does.

When the door got kicked in, the cops stared at the three in horror.

Since Ben was high as hell, he'd start laughing while saying they were fucked. Might I add, if Ben wasn't high, the three of them deadass could've escaped no problem because the cabin had a TV.

Ben was caught first and he'd be laughing, yelling "Fuck the police" while spitting on the floor. The most unserious motherfucker.

EJ killed a good chunk of the cops, but then his hunger kicked in. He ended up eating a cop, but he was able to get knocked out because of it.

Jeff got carried away and got knocked out as well.

Liu's arrest was actually recorded on live TV.

After going on a minor killing spree in a city he was in, he was seen in the background of some guy's livestream.

Liu's identity was roughly unknown by the police, and they had a few sketches of what he might look like, and unfortunately for him, they had one that was really close.

When Liu realized he was being followed by a helicopter and a few police cars, he booked it. The entire chase was live, and in broad daylight too.

He ended up cornering himself after he ran into an abandoned building. When he realized he was caught, he just sat down and waited for the cops to catch up.

When the cops walked in, they saw him sitting on top of a crate, his head facing the floor as he spinned a knife in his hand, humming a lullaby to pass the time. Tbh with you, he let himself get caught. When Jeff found out, he was so fucking pissed off. When he saw him enter the inmates ward, he yelled and playfully hit him for 30 minutes straight, Liu couldn't care less tho.

#.Prison AU #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #Yandere creepypasta #eyeless jack x reader

[seireitonin]

What alternative subcultures the Creepypastas would be in!!(pt 1)

This was an ask I accidentally deleted! Oops! I also listen to all the music I put in here! So it’s also a small glimpse into what I listen to! Also as some of you know I’m in the scemo and goth subcultures! But I know a lot about alternative cultures period so this was fun to make!

LJ: VICTORIAN GOTH 100%!! / Victorian Circus Core

I mean he’s literally from that era

The feathered shaw, the black and white color scheme, the black lipstick and guy liner with the pale white face!!

Literally a goth king. That’s an outfit I would definitely see at a goth club!(I’ve been to many)

Another part of goth culture is liking horror/ monsters. Since LJ is a monster he’d fit right in!

He’d be accepted by most goths despite his looks bc goths have morbid dark fashion senses themselves!

So if they saw his swirly cone nose and sharp teeth they’d be like: omg! I love your look!

He’d definitely listen to classical music and other goth music Specifically Switchblade symphony and Cocteau Twins

He definitely listens to old PATD

I can see him wearing other Victorian inspired clothes too!

Like dis:

Jeff: Metalhead/ with 90s emo(for nostalgia.)

I mean look at him

He’d definitely shit on nu metal and still listen to it

The long greasy black hair, not showering, thinking he’s better than everyone else yeah sounds like a metal head to me/ hj

He listens Cattle Decapitation, Peeling Flesh, Suicide Silence, Cannibal Corpse, Avatar and literally anything with machine gun drums

He listens to some 90s emo but will never admit

Definitely wears band shirts especially the ones he got from concerts when he was a teen

He loves a good mosh pit

You know, the ones where you come out all bloody?

Yeah he loves those

He can hurt people in them and it’ll be fine? Sign him up! (Man has no pit manners smh)

Definitely a metal elitist

“You like SOAD? Ugh that not REAL metal”

Stfu Jeff.

Yeah. Metalhead to his core.

LJill (I love her, so underrated)

Victorian goth as well, but she leans more in the gothic Lolita side of it

Wears pretty gothic Lolita dresses with lots of black and white lace, buttons and she’ll have a matching bonnet and parasol to match when she’s feeling extra fancy!

She feels so elegant and feminine when she puts her multiple layers of petticoats on! She wouldn’t be caught dead without them!

Her makeup and lipstick is always perfect.

Her hair is always either perfectly curled or perfectly straightened

The goal is to look as doll like as possible ( also because she is one!)

She listens to music box like music if that makes sense?? For example Swan Lake by Fairy Lullaby or Porcelain Eyes

She, like LJ listens to classical music and goth music

But mainly classical and music box!

Will go to tea parties and knows how to make tea cakes and sandwiches

Just a lady all around!

Jane: Trad Goth/ Casual Goth/ Amy Lee

Since Jane is always on the move and doesn’t really have time to get all dressed up

So she’ll usually be in a simple black dress or black pants and a turtleneck

But when she does get a chance to dress up

She dresses trad goth mixed with Amy Lee

She’ll have her hair long with bangs covering her forehead

Trad goth makeup, but a bit more modern,big eyeliner and arched brows

She’ll be wearing corsets and waist trainers

Long skirts, ripped leggings

High heel platforms

She goes all out and she looks great!

Listens to music like The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, New Years Day and The Birthday Massacre

Can do goth dances very well

God she’s beautiful

Toby: Midwestern Emo/ early 2000s emo/ a tad grunge/ indie

He just looks like one tbh

But seriously he had a hard life and emo music gives him comfort

Toby wears flannel shirts, grandpa sweaters, simple tee shirts and pants that are loose but not too loose

Hiking boots, sneakers

He listens to Chidos, The Front Bottoms, State Champs, Real Friends, Nirvana, Yawning, Hail the Sun, The Used, A Lot Like Birds, Static Dress, Mild High Club and many many more

He can play the guitar, drums and sing pretty well

He needed something to keep him busy while he was homeschooled after all! And it took his mind off of the horrible things he was going through

Plus with him feeling no pain, he could practice his hands bleed so his hands are really calloused

He likes to sit in the woods and just listen to music sometimes

He’s a loner like that

Especially in the fall when the leaves are so pretty

He feels almost peaceful. Almost

EJ: Tbh I can’t put him in a single box I feel like he’d be everything

He’ll listen to whatever whenever

Except religious music it freaks him out

Ya know because of the cult that took his eyes

But I see him liking dark ,dreamy music if that makes sense

His taste actually lines up with Toby’s pretty well

Static dress, MGMT, YKWIM by Yot Club, Homage by the Mild High club, My Bloody Valentine, Grouper

Also anything with sad guitars like wish by sign crushes motorist (Toby likes music like this too)

Sometimes even lo-fi if he has to unwind

Jack wears all black most of the time. Just so he doesn’t look too dirty

Black hoodie, black shirt, black pants, black shoes

He also feels like any other color won’t go with his now grey skin

But yeah EJ is just a dude with a wide music taste

We love that for him

Nina: Obviously Scene+Emo= scemo

Do I even have to explain?

She listens to Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Bring Me the Horizon, Paramore, AFI, FOB, Get Scared, Hey Monday, MCR, Ghosttown, Millionaires, Brokencyde, Medic Driod, Dot Dot Curve, A Skylight Drive, ISMFOF ,everything Toby listens too as well(and many more)

Nina wears either all black with colorful hair or has her signature black and pink with more colorful outfits

Cheeta print, skulls, DIY stuff, band shirts, tube tops, tutus, skinny jeans, brass knuckle necklaces, hoop earrings, black eyeshadow, big teased hair with raccoon tails

Yeah she’s 2000s emo fs

Goes to raves and concerts like crazy

But she’s not opposed to any kind of music and will do goth makeup for fun

And wear Jane’s clothes

She thinks goth is really pretty but it’s just not her

She’ll stick with scemo lol

Jason The Toymaker: Steampunk/ Victorian Circus Core

The copper in his clothes

The bright red hair

The long flowing jacket with intimate details

Yeah he’s definitely steam punk

Im not sure what kind of music steampunks listen to but I’d like to know!

Jason definitely listens to Emilie Autumn and old PATD

BEN: EDM

I mean…it was obvious

Skillix, deadmouse, xxxanteria, Luci4, old Flying Lotus albums, 9lives

He’s literally code so I think he’d like it

Not much else to say here tbh

I’m getting tired so lmk if you want a part 2 lol

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[anadiasmount]

Hi can you do a husband christian pulisic writing where the reader is his wife and she goes to the Real Madrid vs AC Milan game at the Rose Bowl to support him and brings her and Christian kids or the reader can be expecting.

all for you - christian pulisic x reader.

summary: request above!

wc: 1,2k

hiii!! sorry if this is a bit short but here you go!!

masterlist

“Okay, Tobias. We have to get ready for Daddy’s game! You want to go right? I know dada wants you there,” you said excitedly, only watching your three-year-old smile grow wider as he jumped up and down. “Yes, Mommy! Please I want to see Dad. I miss him,” he expressed, hugging your left leg tightly. You ruffled his curls and picked him up, and him immediately hiding in the crook of your neck.

“I know baby, me too! So let’s hurry so we can go see him, and wish him the best of luck okay? Remember how I told you we had to move for daddy’s work?” you whispered bringing your hand and dragging it up and down gently across his back, feeling as he nodded when you asked the question. “Well, today we're going to see how he works okay! We need to be there for him, cheer him on, and support him and his new club.

Tobies nodded again and whispered some words of encouragement for Christian. Tobias absolutely adored his dad. Always wanting to be like him from day one. He always appreciated him when he was at home, there to comfort him after a long game or just a bad day. All the cuddles, kisses, hugs, playing in the yard with a football, going out to parks where it was private and quiet.

You appreciated the big and small moments as well. Christian loved you more than his life,, you and his son were the things that kept him living. His happiness around you mostly, as you taught him how to love himself and you. He couldn't be more grateful to have a stunning and supportive wife from day one. You never asked for a lot, but he always made sure to make you feel like you were his queen.

After bathing and changing Tobias, you set him down for his nap. Him quickly falling asleep after the long day of traveling the day before. You had so much time to get ready and plan the awaited surprise for him. You talked with him about kids, so much you were sure he was ready for this second baby. Maybe the timing was or wasn't right, but Christian is the happiest father. And you were sure he would be the happiest man alive once you told him

The US heat was always extreme, so you put your hair up in a slick back bun, taking a few pieces of hair from the sides to give it a messy look, you makeup natural as you weren't going to waste expensive products just for it to sweat off. You changed into the new AC Milan white jersey, paired with a pair of denim ripped shorts and some sneakers you loved to wear on a casual day out.

You packed your purse, along with some snacks and drinks for Tobias, knowing hell get cranky if he doesn't have them… just like his father… After making sure nothing valuable was left out, you headed downstairs to meet up with his family and some of the other wags. His mom immediately held you into a hug, super excited to have you once back in the States. His dad followed after with a polite greeting, spreading a few jokes that made you laugh.

The stadium was packed, you didn't expect it to be like this but it made you feel happy at the amount of support for both teams. Christian had a history with Madrid, the goods like beating them into the UCL final, but also when they lost terribly. You were sure he would leave his mark like he always did.

You took a seat next to his sister and mom, quickly getting into a conversation and sharing a few laughs. The game shortly started after, your gaze immediately landing on your husband, who looked too good to be true. His messy wet curls, the tattoos you loved so much, the jersey clinging onto dear life. Just as you knew, he quickly helped the team advance to the first two goals of the game, watching as he cheered and celebrated with them.

Just as you least expected it, the game resulted in a loss, after a player from Madrid scored twice, and then finally made it 3-2 lost. Sure it may have been a friendly and just for pre-season but you knew Christian would be upset, he always wanted to win no matter what. It was the trait you and he had in common, being competitive. Tobias was happy either way, wanting to just hug him and tell him he was proud. Your baby boy.

You walked down to the fields where he was looking around for you. You told him earlier you didn't feel good, so he began to get scared when you didn't show up with his family. He indulged them with hugs, and you sneakily stood back as his gaze kept wandering for you. You even heard him say, “Where Y/n? Did she come?” which made you laugh and give in. His eyes lit up at you and his son, who were behind him for the whole time.

He picked Tobias up, feeling as the small boy cuddle into him, “Hi Toby, what did you think of the game?” He quickly conversed, hearing his son let out his opinions of the game and even how he played. Smart just like him. He placed him on his hip and grabbed your face gently giving you a kiss. He rested his forehead against yours, already feeling your comfort. “How are you feeling?” you asked.

“I feel great. I don't as much for the loss, but knowing I helped the team contribute to goals is an amazing feeling,” he said hugging your waist as you walked around the field together, thanking fans. It's the only time you were public as a family, enjoying the privacy a bit more. “I’m happy for you baby. You’re going have to score more goals for the three of us now,” you said with a smirk, slowly revealing the surprise pregnancy.

Christian completely stopped and looked at you with wide eyes. “Three of us? What do you mean?” he asked, kind of already knowing the answer. “It means that, by next year, you’ll have another baby cheering you on from wherever you are,” you said. He sat Tobias down, who quickly went on to play with a football nearby. “There’s no way… We’re going to have another baby?” he asked holding your face with both hands. All you could do with nod before he picked you up and spun you around.

He laughed and set you down, quickly kissing you, over and over again. “Christian! Okay, I get it, baby,” you giggled, gripping his biceps. “I'm sorry but I just love you so much! Thank you Y/n. For making me and Tobias the luckiest people alive. This small family we both created is all ive wanted, and thanks to you. I am able to be the person I am,” Christian admitted, making your pregnancy hormones go crazy, letting a few tears out. You hugged him tight, kissing his jaw and neck, wanting him to feel the love back. “You’re welcome, Christian.”

“Daddy! And Mommy! I want a baby sister!”

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you

[d0g0r0t]

Yoohoo

Can you perhaps make the reader's pov while Toby was getting institutionalized pleeaaassseee? QwQ

Like we're they worried, panicking, etc etc or did they even know

Y/n when Toby got institutionalized Pt3

TW: suicidal thoughts, Starving, SH

Pt 1

Pt 2

Honestly hearing Toby was captured was like a stab in the heart.

The pain of hearing the only person you had and loved was taken away from you felt like a water fall of emotions

You were mad, sad, vengeful, depressed, guilty, worried, panicked. It was all to much to handle all at once

The first day without him was like a blur. You couldn't remember anything. Only thing you did remember was when Masky told you he was gone.

Days went by so slow yet so fast.

The only time you would leave your guys..... your room... was to do missions and go to the bathroom.

You were sent into a deep depression. Starving yourself to where you feel dizzy and pass out. Not showering or taking proper care of yourself. Spacing out as you pick and scratch at your skin almost taking chunks out of your arms. Chewing and biting at your fingers and lips till you bleed and pieces missing from your mouth.

Those thoughts of just giving up flood your head and actions effecting everything you do.

It didn't feel real. It all felt like a long and painful nightmare .

Nina and Jane were the only ones who truly noticed and cared.

On your worst days they would stay by your side as you sobbed your eyes out, crying about how much you missed him.

They tried their best to get you to eat SOMETHING, but sometimes their best wasn't good enough

Days felt like weeks, weeks felt like months, and months felt like years..

He was only gone for a nearing year but those few months were torturing

When around others your head would hang low and you would block out everything and everyone

You would scroll threw your phone, looking at old photos and videos of you two laughing and being dumb.

It put a smile on your face everything you saw Tobias laugh in those 10 second shorts

Your mind would taunt you into seeing his figure in the corners of your eyes or hearing him call out your name.

It drove you mad.

Going into mental breaks and breaking everything in sight as you raged out on the nearest things.

Punching holes into walls and kicking the door off its hinges leaving your knuckles bloody and your toe nails bent

___________________________________________

The day you saw in him in the forest didn't feel real. You thought your mind was playing tricks on you again.

But when he turned around and stared at you it felt heavenly to see his face again.

Those tried eyes and his unkept hair looking back at you.

When he hugged you you didn't waste a second to take in his bear hug.

Those few moments in his arms could last you a life time

It broke your heart seeing the sweat pants and baggy gray tee the gave him at the ward all dirty and ripped.

But as long as he was in your arms again. You couldn't careless...

THANK YOU FOR THESE REQUEST!!! SORRY THIS ONE WAS A LITTLE DARK BUT I JUST TRIED TO MAKE IT REALISTIC!!!

#creepypasta #ticci toby #slenderman #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #x reader #crp

[joethehoeee]

I finally tried my luck with Trollhunter!Barbara.

Here is the result:

Obviously without Text again:

Context:

It's the battle of the bridge. Barbara wants to end this fight against Bular, once and for all. However she is not only buisy with helping Blinky (who got caught), fighting off Bular and trying to prevent to open the bridge, but she is also buisy with thinking about Jim. Jim, who stands on stage to perform as Romeo. Her boy, her everything. It might seems unimportant in a literal war but she can't stop to think about his disapointment...how hurt he will be if she dosen't show up. However...she can't just leave Blinky and the other...(I mean, technically she could but-)

As she tries to fight back her enemys (as well as her toughts), a familiar figure appears behind her. With one quick and smooth movement, he managed to not only disarm her but also to smash her down onto the floor. Her sword bore into the dark floor of the museum. Her head spins for a second as she hit the floor, her vision is blurry for a few blinks, but even through the cracks of her glasses, she can see him.

His heavy foot pressed one of her arms onto the floor as he kneeled down to hover above her. She grabbed his ankle trying to free herself but he is heavy, too heavy for her. She squirms as he pinned her harder. Her calls for daylight, her sword, didn’t work. But...did she wanted it to work? It was still Walt-. No. It wasn’t. It was Stricklander, the changeling, the...Impure. A Monster.

He hovered above her, doing nothing but looking down at her, cold almost emotionless. But...this couldn’t be it. Everything they shared, everything they did...everything they went through. Something must have been real...even if it was just one tiny thing. She spoke his name, not his troll name...the name that she had used for him...with a shaky voice "please...Walt." Her eyes are close to tears and for a very brief moment she thought that his expression changed, that she could see some tears in his eyes too... whatever she thought that she saw, it was gone. His cold expression returned.

"You won’t 'save' me Bar-...", he stopped for a second, "...Trollhunter...no matter how hard you try. So why do you even try at all?" His cold words made the tears roll down her cheek. "...Because I believe that you want to change, Walt. I know that you can change...so please...let me help you..." She was pleading but he gave out a bitter chuckle. "You can't even help yourself." His claws grabbed the wrist of her free hand to pin it down, while his other leg pinned her legs. (Under other circumstances she might even would've enjoyed it-) His gaze changed to a disapointed and...scared?...look "I want to trust you...but-" His eyes close and he looked away before returning with a dark and cold expression. "This war will end. Here. Now..." He held her down while he used his free claw to grab the amulet on her chest. "Walt...please....for the sake of the world...." his grip tightened and he starts to pull wich gave her a hurtful sting in her chest. "...for your students...Toby, Claire....Jim..." He hesitated, just for a second before pulling harder with a growl. "...for me..." He stopped, just looking at the glowing amulet that was attached to her amor. "Please..." His mouth opened and closed again as if he wasn’t sure if he should say something.

"Useless Impure!" The dark prince, known as Bular, gabbed the Changelings neck to throw him against the wall. The wall cracked as the changeling hit it, his body fell limb onto the floor. Barbara couldn’t even react as the dark troll grabbed her. "I knew that the Impure couldn’t even follow one simple task. He will pay for that but first...we will let you pay." With that he ripped the amulet from her body and the amor vanished. Bular stepped onto the bridge, pinning Barbara’s head down onto the edge as he placed the amulet on it's place. "My father will enjoy smashing this small head of your's. Now watch your failure, human. Watch how pathetically you lose." She wanted to scream, she wanted to free herself but all she could do was watch. Blood runs down her forehead and her glasses are almost completely destroyed, yet she could see him...

'...s-sorry...' Stricklander mouthed as he tried to get up. Their gaze met in one last glance as the amulet burned blue and opened the bridge...

...

Well anways-

A lighter Version so you can see it better-

(I know...bad background-)

Aaaaaand closeup of both versions:

#trollhunters #trollhunter!barbara #walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #toa strickler #toa trollhunters #stricklander #strickler #waltolomew stricklander #tales of arcadia #I am bad at writting and background so pls don't kill me- #I know I am bad- #to be fair- #okay noe #I don’t have an excuse #well anyways- #I hope you like it. #things will work out #those are first hints of walters redemption and I hope I didn't made his too OOC- #I believe that draal saves the day as in the original abd bular ALSO gets injured #because I like the “Barbara adoptes all the killer trolls” canon of Trollhunter!Barbara AU #And maybe he disappeared until the Angor rot thing is over- #OR #The angor rot thing happens because Strickler realized that she took bular in for help- #if not then pls tell me how “canon” Trollhunter!Barbara works #bye

[beast-towers]

The sounds of echoing steps bounced off from the metal walls, two young men full of adrenaline and worry boosted their speed as they dashed through the halls where their friend once ran into…

The teens stood in place with fright. No… this can’t be! They have to be hallucinating! They aren’t seeing this!… Right?…

Ein stood in front of the teens protectively, proving to the group that this IS real. The beast before them growled deeply as it caused a feeling of dread and fear in the teens, nearly paralyzing them with fright on the spot. If it wasn’t for the Trusted Guard who growled back with a bark at the monster. Forbidding it to bring any harm to them… and he was very happy to prove it…

The Wolf thraked the dog away, as the beast began to walk up to the group. Time slowed down for them. Both the twins were frozen, they can’t even get to play their instruments to push it away… Tobias was trying to move… but Thomas… he was still as a statue, and the beast took notice of him as it began to walk up to the group more and more. Thomas saw flashes of his memory when he was a little boy, remembering seeing a clawed hand trying to reach out to grab him… while in the real world, it extended its clawed paw out to grab one of them-

Before the monster could make a move, Ein growled as he raced up to the monster and bit down on its leg. Beads glowing around his neck the more he bravely fought back, one glowed a light rose pink while watching another attack was coming his way. Quick dodging it as he lets go of the monster…another Bead glowed orange as he charged with full strength. Biting down on it hand as a loud pop echoed, causing the werewolf to let out a painful scream. Now trying to grab him to only see the medium sized hound letting it go, but felt another bite, this time on its arm. Ein refused to let this thing harm the kids, now biting down harder as he felt and heard another popping sound… only this one was a bit louder as the wolf screamed out again.

Upon hearing the scream, it sounded female to the teens. Yet they didn’t stay to figure it out, they have to escape. “Go! Ellie! Keep messing with the door! Bro! With me! We can’t let it hurt Ein!” Thomas’s voice boomed. He was still afraid of what he’s seeing, but he can’t let it hurt Ein, or let Ein die right in front of them. “Let’s set this world on Fire!!” He howled as swung his pick, and to his surprise, something appeared out from his keychain as he did that, a golden soft light emerged. A form of a big cat with a small mane, markings on its face and body, and a crescent moon on its forehead… a Golden Jaguar. Glowing softly like the moon.

The big cat growled and hissed, and whatever Thomas felt, he can sense the Jaguar can feel it as well. The memories of the past is still trying to break into his mind, he can’t let it, not now at least. “If you want us, try to get us. Because we’re gonna make it out alive!” He huffed out, playing a tone as a form of a command, causing the Jaguar to run forward…

Tobias noticed his brother trying not to freak out, holding a brave face. Thomas didn’t want to spread his panic and fear, he had to keep it together for the group.

The Jaguar clawed and bit the werewolf. Ripping off some fur while Ein made sure the beast stayed with a broken hand and arm. He finally lets go and rejoined Eleanor, now focusing back at the doors as she ripped and put together-

“Boys! It’s done! Run!!” Eleanor yelled out, causing the boys to fall back to Eleanor’s position. This caused the Werewolf to look at the twins with annoyance. Finally throwing the Jaguar off and began to pursuit the twins, a clawed hand out and then-

Tobias felt a heavy pressure behind him, his hair stood up with fright and soon panic fueled his body as he felt the back of his shit tugged. “TOM!!! HELP!!!” He screamed, causing Thomas to look back… this beast… now holding his brother on the back of his shirt.

“TOBY!!” He cried out, causing his Jaguar to quickly get back up and sink their fangs into the beast. “Let my brother go!! You fucks are not taking him!! Over my dead body!!” Thomas roared with fear and anger, however… he saw the beast was holding something in its claws. He didn’t want to know, nor does he care… he had to get his brother back.

To be continued….

#the smiler #the smiler alton towers #the smiler oc #alton towers #ministry of joy #the ministry of joy #eternal echoes #eternal smiles

[rosemaidenvixen]

Halloween prompt idea:

Chapter 6 of a secrets worth from Jim's POV?

That chapter lives in my head rent free. It's literally one of my faves to go back and reread.

Jim was still laughing, all of them were, as they walked out of the dark theater into the bright lobby. He really shouldn’t make a hobby of theater hopping, for a lot of reasons, but he was really happy they’d done it today.

“Glad you decided to stay later this time,”

He started and glanced over in confusion.

Toby grinned up at him “Dr. Lake probably won’t be too mad at you for breaking curfew, just make her some of your famous spinach puffs and she’ll get over it,”

Jim stopped completely to turn and look at Toby directly “What are you talking about? It’s only three, I’ll be home in plenty of time,”

By now their whole group had stopped, the girls all turning their heads to silently watch his and Toby’s conversation.

Toby raised an eyebrow at him “No dude, it’s four thirty,”

The beginnings of something uncomfortable squirming in his guts, Jim slowly pulled out his phone “It can’t be that la-”

Jim froze, heart seizing up middbeat, staring down at his phone, brain refusing to accept what his eyes were seeing.

4:27pm.

He blinked, hoping desperately it was a trick of his mind and that after a few moments of staring it would go away and he’d see the real time.

It didn’t, the glowing numbers remained static, showing that the time was indeed four twenty seven pm.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, an icy chill spreading out across his whole body and a roaring sound in his ears–

Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder “Don’t worry, I’ve broken curfew a few times, your mom might be mad but it’s n--”

The touch and the voice snapped him out of his paralyzed trance.

He had less than fifteen minutes until he changed. 

He needed to get out of here now.

Sprinting away from the group, he rushed out the doors and made a beeline for his bike. Frantically trying to tear it free from the rack with badly shaking hands.

Had to go get out now before anyone sees–

“Hey, where’s the fire?”

Hearing Darci’s voice, seeing the four of them walking up out of the corner of his eye, Toby’s face pinched and strained, made his already pounding heartbeat ratchet up tenfold.

He couldn’t let anyone see, he couldn’t let them see. Getting hunted down and dragged away was bad enough, but to have his friends see him like that. To watch their eyes widen and faces twist up in horror as they saw the monster he really was –

Jim didn’t think he could take that, ever.

Despite his trembling fingers he finally managed to undo his bike lock and pull it free “Sorry but I really need to leave right now,”

He didn’t stick around to listen to Mary’s shout of alarm, in too much of a rush to even put on his helmet. His mom’s lectures about bike safety drowned out by the frantic drumming of his heart.

There was only fifteen minutes left until he transformed. Less now since it had been a while since he’d looked at the clock. It was ten minutes from the theater to his house by bike…

This was going to be close, so close, if he slowed down by so much as a second it would be game over.

Jim was so singularly focused on peddling his bike as fast as possible he was nearly to his cul de sac before he noticed–

The others were following him on their own bikes.

His already pounding heart shot straight up into his throat but he didn’t dare slow down. Too keyed up to even feel relieved when he pulled up to his house. Ditching his bike on the lawn and sprinting towards the front door. 

Ripping it open, Jim darted inside and slammed it behind him without slowing down for a second. A creak of the floorboards had him glancing to the right to see his mom was right there in the living room, sitting on the couch with her phone in a death grip, expression gaunt and skin chalky. As soon as she spotted him equal measures of relief and anxiety washed over her face as she stood and stepped towards him.

“There you are, Jim what–”

Both of them jumped as a pounding sounded just on the other side of the front door.

Jim stared at it in horror, insides twisting in on themselves, then a second round of pounding noises had him racing into the kitchen and ducking behind the counter.

He was in his own house, his own home with his mom right there. But he couldn’t calm down, the booming in his chest and ears and jittery energy all over his body refusing to dissipate.

He was faintly aware of soft noises echoing in from the front room, his mom trying to shoo Toby and the others away, making the pressure in his chest ten times worse.

What did they think of him? Running off like this? Acting like a crazy pers–

Jim jerked and swallowed a gasp as the change washed over him. The roaring in his ears was now ten times louder, and his clothes had to be at least twenty times tighter and it was not comfortable at all.

As unpleasant as it was, the sensation of his too tight clothes straining and pinching into him did help ground him somewhat. He was still freaking out, but he was a lot more present in the here and now than he had been ten seconds ago.

A slam of a door, click of a lock, rapid footsteps and then his mom was walking into the kitchen. She leaned heavily into the counter across from him. Her entire body rocked by deep, shuddering breaths.

After what had to be a solid minute she finally turned towards him.

“What were you thinking? I must have called you over a dozen times!” 

Hearing her desperate tone a wave of guilt rose up alongside the existing panic inside him “I…I’m sorry, the others wanted to sneak into another movie, and I lost track of time, and my phone was off–”

Barbara sagged against the counter, as if just standing upright took all the strength she had.

“Jim I’m glad you’re going out and having fun with your friends, but you can’t just let yourself get careless like this. If you want to be independent you need to manage your time better,”

“I– I’m sorry,” despite his new size his voice was small “I just– I didn’t think–”

“Do you have any idea how close you were cutting it!”

Jim jerked back in surprise, shirt ripping from the sudden motion. He couldn’t remember his mom sounding that scared, ever. He didn’t know how to respond.

And based on the look on her face, neither did she.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry…” Barbara glanced down, seeming to notice his tattered clothes for the first time “Stay here, I’ll get the scissors,”

He managed a nod in response, slowly getting to his feet while his mom pulled the scissors out of the pencil jar.

Despite the panic, shock, and guilt still coursing through him, there was still a part of him that rankled at the idea of his mom helping him undress like a little kid. But his clothes were beyond ruined, and there was no way he could get out of them on his own.

Barbara stepped up to him, scissors in hand, and Jim held out an arm in permission.

There would be repercussions from today. There was no way he could run out on his friends like a crazy person without any consequences.

But he was home, he was safe, his secret was safe. Whatever fallout would come he would take it. However bad it was going to be, Jim knew today could have ended far far worse.

His mom looked up to him, the pain in her gaze saying more than words ever could, then slid the scissors under his sleeve and snipped.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #claire nuñez #barbara lake #darci scott #mary wang #sunshine au #halloween prompts #rmvwrites

[ccybersharkk]

~017 info sheet~

Real name: Daya Anand

Tag number: 017

Gender: male

Age: 21

Ethnicity: indian-american

Physical appereance: 017 is extremely lanky, his whole body appears elongated because of some experiments conducted in the facility he was in, this has caused him to have problems with his posture and chronic pain.

The man has black eyes, the right one twitches often, long messy blond hair and dull skin. It also appears that his cheeks and mouth have been ripped of; almost his whole body is covered in all kinds of scars.

Height: 6'5ft (1,98m)

Birth date: 13/07/94

Birth place: Amarillo, Texas

Diagnosis: autism, BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), psychosis

Status: has been declared as dead, is now hiding from the authorities

Family: Eshwar Anand (alive), Harper Anand (alive)

Friends: Eyeless Jack, Toby(?), Tim Wright/Masky, Nina the Killer, Jayus, JJ

Enemies: Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Carol Stewart, Dr. Smiley, Executioner

Voice claim: Stalker - Lacey's wardrobe

Backstory:

Daya was a pretty regular boy: average grades, average home life, average social life, average everything.

At 15, the boy experienced a sudden change in behavior; he became reckless, often committed small crimes such as shoplifting or vandalizing walls with the help of his friends, he started studying less and started snapping at everyone around him.

Three years later Daya began losing the contact he had with the outside world, he dropped out of school, stopped talking with friends and family and locked himself in his room for days on end.

This caused him to become more paranoid, he heard people murmur in his ears and saw shadows in the back of his eyes.

After a while, Daya started experiencing delusions, the most frequent one being that "someone" was after him and he needed to escape from it. So, the young man ran away from home.

He planned to go in another state and "start his new life"; as he was sitting at a  bus station, he met Carol: Carol was a middle aged woman, whose attention got caught by his incoherent mumbling and panicked look.

She offered him to stay at her home, as long as he did a few housework for her.

Seeing that as an opportunity to finally escape, Daya accepted.

A few months passed, the man started noticing how little time Carol spent home, she always said it was because of her job but she never told him what her job was.

One day, out of curiosity, Daya looked through her studio in hope to find something that would have helped him know more about who Carol really was.

What he found there horrified him: the drawers were full of files describing weird experiments, along with pictures of said experiments.

Obviously concerned, Daya tried to call the police, but they didn't believe his claims.

Carol was informed by one of her neighbors that the police had been called on her house; she was furious. Daya tried to say that he had accidentally called the wrong number, but she knew he was lying.

After that event, Carol had no other choice but to lock him up in a place she knew he wouldn't cause any trouble in: the facility where she worked.

Years passed in that horrid building. Daya, who had been labelled as "017", was now only an empty shell of what he used to be.

He was tired of this. He wanted everything to end.

So, one night, he snapped.

The man killed every living being in that lab, he didn't bother to make it quick, they didn't deserve it, they caused so much pain to so many people and it was time they got what they deserved.

When Carol came back to the facility the next morning, she was met with the sight of blood covering the hallways and corpses scattered everywhere around the building.

Suddenly, she heard a scream coming from one of the rooms and suddenly rushed over to check who it was. There, she saw him: 017 was brutally killing one of the last doctors left, she watched in horror as the man continued stabbing the corpse even when it showed no signs of being alive.

The woman immediately pulled him away and threw him on the ground, before he could do anything she stomped repeatedly on his chest, until he was left coughing blood.

Carol was about to kill him, but seeing the pained look in his eyes as he passed out made her feel some kind of pity.

Before she could change her mind, Carol brought 017's unconcious body at the edge of a nearby forest and left the facility one last time, making sure no one else saw that cursed building ever again.

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This is quite a long read, but thanks for sticking 'til here!

Jayus, Executioner and JJ belong to @insomniac-shado , @creepylittlelady and @samara777

#i love rambling about him #cyber talks #017 #017 creepypasta #017 headcanons #subject n.017 #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta oc #creepypasta au

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 14/01/2024

Jesus of the Underground

Season 6 Featured on: siivagunner's highest quality rips: volume

Ripped by eg_9371

Alright, look, at this point I do try to avoid posting too many Undertale/Deltarune rips on this blog. With this post I think we're getting close to...20 or so rips of the game, or rips featuring its music prominently, covered on this blog. Yet Jesus of the Underground is the kind of rip that truly cannot be ignored - one of the most extensive rips ever made for the game, uploaded on its seventh birthday, after eight years straight of being featured on SiIvaGunner. Jesus of the Underground is the most perfect tribute to a game like Undertale that one could ever ask for.

It's easy to say that Undertale's popularity in being ripped on SiIvaGunner was purely a timing thing - SiIvaGunner started in January 2016, just a few months after Undertale's release in late 2015, still riding high on the sheer hype of tracks like Megalovania and Hopes and Dreams. And yeah, it may have started out that way, but I don't think launch hype would carry the game past six hundred rips made for it. In truth, I feel like Undertale's music spawned a sort of community of its own, for just how unique yet immediately appealing it is - its easily identifiable as video game music, yet with just enough parts in its percussion and backing played with real instruments, to remind those not wholly invested in the world of VGM that its music is more than just a series of bleeps and bloops. Pair that sound with Toby Fox's love for leitmotifs, distinct samples, and excellent sound design on the whole, and you've got a soundscape that almost defines the game's legacy more than the game itself. A lot of this is just me speculating, but its undeniable that the game's music has remained just as relevant to Undertale discussion as the game itself - it's not an aspect that ever feels like its taking a back seat, even despite just how globally popular the game itself has become.

And that feeling of, music remaining wholly appreciated despite its explosion in quality, was always the impression I got from the band that Jesus of the Underground is also paying tribute to - Green Day. I am, to reiterate a talking point I've made many times before, not in any way in touch with the music world, yet I've always admired Green Day in particular from a distance, in how their album American Idiot managed to become an absolute smash hit despite never feeling like they surrendered to pandering. On top of that, the album wasn't just "popular", but critically acclaimed, and even as time passed its popularity never felt like it drew the band any real negative or spiteful ire. Jesus of Suburbia, in particular, does not feel like it was made to tally up as many plays on a radio station as possible - it's akin to a whole storyline playing out over nine minutes of rock music, with peaks and valleys althroughout, yet it remains loved by music enthusiasts and everyday listeners alike. Much like Toby Fox with Undertale, Green Day filled American Idiot with their raw, almost-unfiltered feelings, and were able to strike a cord with so many people the world over despite evidently being made for a particularly niche audience: because the soul of their craft simply shone through.

Jesus of the Underground, in all its nine-minute glory, almost feels like as much of a labor of love as the two sources its pulling from - an expression of passion toward the art of ripping Undertale itself. Despite being such a long rip, it shows no signs of cut corners, no signs that eg_9371 was ever *not* making this out of love for the game. Or at the very least, no signs that he wasn't making it out of a love of ripping - it's clearly inspired by prior made and equally excellent Jesus Of Tazmily, a rip arranging Jesus of Suburbia within the soundscape of MOTHER 3 instead. Undertale itself wears its influences from the MOTHER series proudly on its sleeve, which makes it all the more fitting to think that it was an ambitious MOTHER 3 rip that inspired eg_9371 to roll his sleeves up and attempt doing the same for Undertale.

It remains hauntingly authentic in arrangement style to the original Hopes and Dreams and its instruments throughout, althewhile seamlessly changing in BPM and time signature just the same as Jesus of Suburbia does, without ever missing a beat. Meanwhile, small touches of quality ripping remain present throughout - Flowey's theme echoing throughout parts of the track's second act is such a great touch that I never would've thought would add so much to the arrangement alone. And setting aside all of the meta analysis and speculation on Undertale's popularity, American Idiot's merits, and just how much effort eg_9371 keeps putting into his rips, the instrumentation simply fits Green Day like a glove - Hopes and Dreams' guitar samples and the bright, hopeful sparkle of the main melody synth simply wraps everything together more seamlessly than one could've ever imagined.

That, or it's simply eg_9371 being magic again - which, given his title as SiIvaGunner's busiest ripper, is not a possibility I'm going to rule out. Jesus of the Underground is a fitting celebration in so, so many ways, honoring the legacy of Undertale, the appeal of its music, the success and influence Green Day has had on music, and just how much Jesus of Suburbia was able to connect with people despite its seemingly narrow appeal. Undertale, Green Day, and indeed the SiIvaGunner channel itself, and so many more projects out there, show that love and heart can push through any perceived boundaries of market appeal with enough of a push.

#todays siivagunner #season 6 #siivagunner #siiva #eg_9371 #Youtube #Bandcamp #green day #american idiot #rock #emo rock #punk rock #undertale #deltarune #utdr #hopes and dreams #asriel dreemurr

[sister-lucifer]

Bro, my friend, ima need a masky x reader where masky is a farel animal, ima need this man to absolutely batshit and I need him to ruin me in every way, love your favorite mutal <333333 😋

Let Off Steam

Masky x Gender neutral reader 

Genre: Smut 

Summary: A drabble about Masky going feral and taking it out on you 

Content/Warnings: Angry and mean Masky, porn with no real plot, hair pulling, spanking, a hint of possessiveness/degrading 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

There was no telling what had set Masky off today. All you knew was that he was pissed, and his favorite way to let off steam was to pound you until you passed out. 

“Fuuuck, you have no idea how much I missed this tight hole—!” He growled into your ear as he leaned over you. He didn’t have to say it, it was obvious. You couldn’t even remember the moments leading up to this point, but nothing else mattered when he was taking you from the back so good, just how you both liked it. 

“God, you feel so good…No one, not any body else ever gets to use you like this, do you hear me?!” 

A slap rang out in your ears, followed by a stinging pain where Masky’s hand had come down on your ass. 

“Yes, yes!” You yelped in reply, “Only you, Masky! I-I’m all yours!” 

He yanked hard on your hair, making you arch your back. Your nails tore at the sheets, leaving long rips that would surely have to be patched up later. 

“All mine…All fuckin’ mine! A-Ah, God I needed this…I’ve missed my little fuck toy all day.”

Another slap, even harder than the last, forcing a broken call of Masky’s name from your throat. 

He nuzzled into your neck, leaving a trail of aggressive kisses that quickly transformed into bites. You could tell the marks were deep, enough to draw blood, but the pain was quickly washed away by the pleasure. You could practically feel the bruises forming, ones that would earn you a sly comment from Toby in the morning. 

The bed rocked and swayed with each thrust, and there were even a few moments where you wondered if it would break beneath you. He was using all his strength, maybe even more, slamming into you over and over again and hitting deeper than you had ever thought possible. When Masky was mad, he fucked you like his life depended on making sure you couldn’t walk the next day. 

You hadn’t realized how close you were until it was almost too late. You barely managed a warning before all of a sudden you had came, tightening around Masky’s length and making him shudder. The pathetic noise that fell from your lips and echoed off the walls nearly had him cumming himself. You expected him to keep going until he found his own release as usual, but instead he abruptly slowed to a stop. 

You didn’t even have time to ask what was wrong before he was pulling out just long enough to flip you over onto your back, making you bounce against the mattress. 

“M…Masky…?” You said meekly, eyes growing wide as one of his hands found the back of your knee, pushing it up against your chest. 

“Aw, what’s the matter hun?” He cooed down at you in a condescending tone. His free hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing terribly hard but enough to be a threat. 

“You didn’t think we’d be done so soon, did you?” 

You merely stared up at him as he rutted against you, preparing to enter once more. 

“No, no…we’re not done until I say so, and something tells me we’re going to be here for a very, very long time.” 

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets smut #marble hornets #masky x reader #masky smut #masky x reader smut #tim wright #tim wright x reader

[ladykissingfish]

Can u write smthn with Deidara being nice/comfort Tobi or Obito? Thank You!

*in the woods at night during a mission*

Tobi: *suddenly wakes up screaming and thrashing*

Deidara, sitting by the fire keeping watch: What the —

Tobi, in Obito voice: Fuck fuck make it stop can’t breathe can’t take it MAKE IT STOP!! *rips off his mask starts clawing at his skin*

Deidara: *jumps up and wrestles Tobi down, pinning his arms to his side*

Deidara: Shhh!! Calm down, calm down, it’s okay!! Quiet or you’re going to attract trackers!!

Tobi: *slowly stops fighting Deidara; starts to quietly cry instead*

Deidara: T-Tobi — !

Tobi, still in his own voice: Kill me, please. Please please Deidara, I can’t take this anymore, I can’t take the pain anymore, please please …

Deidara: 

Deidara: *doesn’t know what to do, so leans fully over Tobi and hugs him with his entire body*

Deidara, softly: Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here, I’m right here, you’re not alone, I’m here …

Tobi: *hesitates before putting both arms around Deidara, sobbing against him*

Tobi, voice choked with tears: It’s just … it’s just everything … I’m so tired … everything is pain … I’m so lonely I can’t … I can’t …

Deidara, continuing to soothe: Shhhh, it’s okay. Let it out. I’m here. I feel like this too sometimes, it’s okay, right now you’re not alone, hm; I’m right here.

Tobi: *keeps holding Deidara; little by little he calms down and is able to breathe and think rationally again*

Tobi, embarrassed: I’m s-sorry, Senpai. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to —

Deidara: *getting off of Tobi and going to his pack, rooting out a bottle of water and a small package of cookies* You don’t need to apologize. Here, sit up: drink this and put a little sugar into your system.

Tobi: *sits up and does as asked, taking tiny sips of water and small nibbles of a cookie*

Deidara: *goes to retrieve Tobi’s mask from where he threw it, cleaning it with the bottom of his shirt* Here, hm.

Tobi: *looks at the mask, then sets it by his feet* Easier to breathe without it.

Deidara, softly: Wish you would just keep that thing off all the time. Seeing your face makes me feel like I’m talking to a real person.

Tobi, just as softly: Can’t all the time. But, for you, I’ll leave it off for a while. Okay?

Deidara, smiling: Okay, hm. Now lay back down and rest some more, alright? I’ll wake you in a few hours when it’s your turn to keep watch.

Tobi: *lays back down on his side* Okay. Thank you. Goodnight, Dei. You’re a good friend.

Deidara: *smiles and goes back to his sit by the fire* I’m glad somebody thinks so, hm.

See, I was going to end this with something funny, like I usually do. But this time I decided not to. I wanted this to be realistic. I wanted the to represent two people who have a genuine moment with each other, one where vulnerabilities are shown and the other, despite being taught his entire life that a good shinobi doesn’t show their emotions, does his best to emphasize and comfort.

I’d like to think that the Akatsuki, despite what they were and what they represented, had moments like this. Pieces of time when pressure or pain got to be too much, and they sought out comfort from their partner.

Also a personal HC that there’s something about Deidara that’s disarming to those around him. A quality that makes others feel it safe to open up and show him parts of themselves that they wouldn’t normally show others. Could be that he’s the youngest in the group, and some are at ease around him the way a shy adult might feel less intimidated around children. But whatever the case, Deidara is the first person in the Akatsuki to have seen Sasori step outside of his puppet armor Hiroku. He’s the first one to hold a conversation with Tobi without the latter’s ridiculous orange mask in place. Maybe Kakuzu unwound his cowl when treating Deidara’s arms, and Dei saw his hair and the stitches on the old man’s face before even Hidan did.

Who knows?

Anyways, I hope this satisfied your ask. 😊

#tobidei #tobi x deidara #angst/comfort #the akatsuki #deidara #tobi #obito uchiha #ask

[toaster-trash]

How’d you like the Sweeney Todd movie?

EhhHhhhHhhhhh

Between the hundred and one cut Johanna/Anthony scenes (and Johanna generally having no character, or at least an inaccurate one) to the point where they might as well have cut the whole plotline and it’d make no difference, the titular character being completely vacant and boring and void of personality and as a result causing some really weird tonal problems that weren’t present in the stage musical, weird historical inaccuracies and other inaccuracies (looking at you, cockroaches in a bakery in London??), I really wasn’t a fan?

No “Ah, Miss”??? No “Kiss Me”??? No birdcage breaking in “Johanna”???? No cringefail dad energy from our titular lad himself??? Johanna doesn’t get to commit a murder??? We don’t get any romantic scenes between her and Anthony??? But we’re still supposed to root for them??

I’m all for The Horrors™️ but to be honest it felt a lot less like a good adaptation of a musical with love and more like a slap-dashed “overly edgy for the sake of it” blood-fest with no real respect for the characterisation or even a lot of the themes of the original. The only real thing I liked about it was the grimy feel, Alan Rickman and whoever the wee lad who played Toby was (but even then they did his character dirty by just having him find out he’s been complicit in and partaking in mass cannibalism and having him be honestly mostly mentally fine?? 💀 why change that ending???)

Helena Bonham Carter was alright though. Just a bit young for the role.

It kind of felt less like a good adaptation of Sweeney Todd and more like “the Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter show”, which is the vast majority of what Tim Burton does, but god damn at least save that for films were it works, Corpse Bride was fantastic, Depp was great in Edward Scissorhands, I’m not saying these aren’t good actors, I’m saying that for whatever reason, maybe Burton’s direction, maybe it was an off-week, they aren’t playing those characters right and it just doesn’t work for the material and the plot beats they have to hit. And you can’t have it just be the Depp and Bonham Carter show – Johanna and Anthony are astronomically important to the plot and the story and the vast majority of their screen time was cut or changed.

I’m a massive fan of the stage musical, have been for ages, hope I’ll get to see it one day (in my dreams, a flight to London, a place to stay in London AND show tickets alone? Rip) but I’ll be honest, the Tim Burton film was disappointing. I really wanted to like it, I’d genuinely heard it was very good, I went into it thinking it would be good, I kept holding out to the end to reserve judgement, but it was disappointing.

#asks #sweeney Todd #sweeney Todd the demon barber of Fleet Street

[inovantyyy]

beyblade metal fight headcanons i came up with 3 AM

Ryuga is a boomer. I have no logical reasoning for this, he just is. Kenta made fun of him a sum total of one time and he somehow has lived to tell the tale.

Outside of Beyblade, Gingka and Kyoya actually consider each other best friends. They overexaggerate their rivalry because they're both nerds but off the stadium they go to McDonalds and make fun of each other. How else do you explain that secret fist bump when Kyoya went to go fight Ryuga, like,,,,you're telling me they AREN'T friends???

Kenta has subconsciously been influenced by Ryuga's snark. He's mostly the same with his energetic, supportive self but piss him off and you will have a very Ryuga-esque remark about how you're an ugly basement dweller. Gingka is confused, Benkei and Madoka are scared but Kyoya thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

Madoka might not be a blader but she took martial arts as a kid so she could literally just beat the shit out of someone messing with her. Like some Beyblade gang could try and mug her and they'd go "lET iT RIp" and then she just steps on their beys and kicks their asses, unfazed. She could have KILLED Rago but she didn't want to steal Gingka's thunder.

The Legendary Bladers have a group chat after the whole nemesis fiasco to keep in touch (Ryuga lives AU). Dynamis is a boomer, Aguma and Ryuga leave everyone on read (except in Ryuga's case, he's also a boomer and doesn't know how to text so he just doesn't), Kenta's too busy to text bc he's teaching Ryuga how to use a phone, Kyoya's being extra as always and trying to start a fight, Gingka sends outdated 2017 memes, King sends cultured memes, Chris is regretting sharing his number to these dorks, everyone is trying their hardest not to cuss because Tithi is right there and Yuki is just staring at his phone like, "this is fine 😀"

During their travels Kenta couldn't help but ramble about a variety of different things about himself and his life and while he thought he was talking to a wall with how Ryuga was seemingly ignoring him, the dragon emperor listened to every word but would rather choke than admit that to ANYONE. Kenta included.

The Dark Nebula stole Ryuga from his real family before indoctrinating him to be the strongest Blader. Ryuto and Ryuga are unaware of each other's existence.

After the whole Fausttm incident, because Toby kept his white hair Masamune and Zeo made a lot of grandpa jokes at his expense (not to hurt him ofc but to just make Toby feel normal about it and that no one's too uncomfortable to joke about it). Toby takes it in stride and even plays along. ("Oh my god Toby, hurry up old hag!" "How DARE you treat your senior citizens this way? You youngens have it too easy nowadays!")

Kyoya needed glasses this whole time but because his ass is all like "Ugh I dont NEED glasses. My vision is perfect you DICKS." he never got them. Madoka and Gingka noticed one day and took him to an optometrist and beat some sense into him. "how the fuck are you gonna Beyblade if you can't even SEE where Leone is you dumb bitch" so he relents. He tries to ask for contacts but by an unfortunate stroke of bad luck, he's apparently very VERY sensitive to them so glasses are the only option. To look cool he does that thing where he holds them in his mouth but no one buys it and calls him out for being a huge dork.

Kyoya doesn't LIKE kids but unfortunately he is a child magnet. def supported by his "i'm destined to be followed by brats forever" comment. but he does end up warming up to Tithi even after the whole "Yo-Yo" thing. He made a crayon drawing of Kyoya and he pretended to hate it, but actually has it framed.

Reiji quits Beyblade for a bit, realising that he just can't find enjoyment in it without associating victory to his worth, but does end up coming back after Kenta convinces him that it can be fun and there is a lot more to it than just winning.

Nile and Masamune are best friends even more so than Nile and Kyoya idc i said so. I personally believe this because sometimes similar personalities don't necessarily make you closer to another person. Don't get me wrong Kyoya and Nile are still very VERY good friends but if Nile had to choose someone to go like idk ice skating with it'd be Masamune. Nile is calm, cool, collected while Masamune is an extra bitch. They both bring something out of each other that no one else can.

The fortune teller jokes Kyoya makes towards Dynamis never stops and one day this man has enough and is like "You know fucking what let me read your palm" and Kyoya's like "lmfao bet" and Dynamis inspects it thoroughly, he furrows his eyebrows and then looks up with Kyoya with intense seriousness and says, "Your destiny is sealed, my friend. You're going to die a very painful (and embarrassing) death soon." Kyoya, poor guy, stares at him with shock and is all like "STFU URE MESSING WITH ME" Dynamis just shrugs and walks off saying, "Let's just say, look both ways before crossing the road in future." and Kyoya, with the logic that Dynamis has predicted the future before, believes it whole heartedly and is freaking the fuck out. Kyoya now is adamant on always looking both ways before crossing the street now. every time Benkei is like "Bro there aren't any cars we can just go" Kyoya looks at Benkei like he just insulted his grandma and goes "NO. ROAD SAFETY LAWS ARE THERE FOR A REASON. I NOW KNOW THIS."

Mei Mei and Chao Xin are literally dumb and dumber best relationship in this show hands down. Like they're both so STUPID i love them so so so much.

Benkei and Gingka are Swifties. I have no explanation for this. I just know they are.

Aguma is actually a really goofy guy if you're really close to him. Bao just always knew Aguma was just a dork which is why he's never afraid of him.

Gingka gave Kyoya a lion plush as a gag birthday gift but jokes on him bc Kyoya actually loved it LMFAO. Now they have this unspoken tradition of giving each other gag birthday gifts bc these dumbasses just really like messing with each other.

Shoutout to the ten people still in this fandom and enjoy this meal <3

#beyblade metal fight #beyblade headcanons #headcanon #beyblade #dead fandom #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fusion #beyblade metal masters #beyblade metal fury #beyblade gingka #gingka hagane #kyoya tategami #kenta yumiya #benkei hanawa #mfb headcannons #mfb #metal fight beyblade

[mobileleprechaun]

😡

For every 😡 emoji in my ask box, I will go on one unhinged rant of indeterminate length.

A non-exhaustive list of songs that viscerally enrage me:

No Such Thing as the Real World by John Mayer - guy who has experienced a mere beige sliver of the world: "wow i understand what life is all about now! i'm so enlightened. 😃😃😃" also: shut the fuck up John Mayer you annoying douchebag cunt, get over yourself, you're insufferable and your cloying voice makes me want to attack and kill

Best Day of My Life by American Authors - engineered in a lab to sell Jeep Grand Cherokees to men with MBAs who are reconnecting with their inner child by building a treehouse over the summer that they will use a grand total of twice before unceremoniously abandoning due to mosquitoes. rancidly twee faux-whimsy

Runaways by The Killers - I bop to The Killers and am unashamed of liking even their corniest stuff. However, my local radio station played this one about ten times every day for three months straight and now it activates my CIA-implanted sleeper cell assassin training

I Wanna Talk About Me by Toby Keith - embodies the most obnoxious John Wayne-wannabe you’ve ever met pulling down his Wrangler jeans and ripping a huge Hormel No Beans Chili fart right in your face. I almost respect how carefully horrible it is

Gooey by Glass Animals - I’ve been trapped in a little jar by a TikTok daddy dom who vapes and he’s breathing the vape juice all over me with every condescending little syllable. it smells like artificial grape

Santa Looked a Lot Like Daddy by various artists - uses repetition in a manner evocative of being beaten to death with hammers. in most covers, it’s your peepaw wielding the hammers. merry christmas???

American Woman by The Guess Who - I respect this band, and most of the song isn’t bad, but it sounds like he’s about to vomit at the end and I’m extremely not about it

Madness by Muse - ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma... MANRAY...?! I'm disappointed, this one's just annoying and they really fell off here

Always the Last to Know by Del Amitri - I want to give this one the benefit of the doubt and assume they intended to write the protagonist as a controlling, entitled, whiny hypocrite, because there's absolutely nothing wrong with writing a song from the perspective of someone who sucks... but they did a little too good of a job and I'm just reminded of my shitty ex-friend who had a crush on me. no thanks

Shake Up the Happiness by Train - Coke commercial music, I don't want to be in a fucking Coke commercial, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!

#angy sunday #this took too long sorry! #more 2 come thank you for sending them in and indulging my inner AVGN rip-off 💖