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coffe-and-tea-time · 15 hours
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𓆩♡𓆪 「better that sleeping pills」 𓆩♡𓆪
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Hi! Coffee being delusional speaking! This time I was wondering
How did you deal with your sleep problems, dear?
TW: stalking, yandere behavior, delusions, insomniac reader, sleeping pills mention, somewhat willing reader, light paranoia?
Yet again another night dealing with insomnia, being told over and over that you should stop using the phone at night and, instead, pretend to sleep, that eventually dreamland will come to you like that. People that don't know what it is to be alone with thoughts and exasperation. But once again, you try to do so, hoping that maybe this time it would actually help.
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How much time has passed? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? You try to keep your mind on blank but it's impossible at some point.
An unexpected sound catch quickly your interest although you can't really recognize it, trying to dismiss it, thinking must've an hallucination or something outside, in the silence of the night, people tend to be more perspective to any sounds, right?
And just like a bad plot, once your body relaxes, you hear that sound again. . . Unconsciously welcoming the return to old habits, covering more with the blankets and turning around with the eyes still closed, as if that will make a safe shield.
Alright, this isn't your first rodeo, your brain's favorite hobby surely is playing tricks to scare the hell out of you. Taking a deep breath to relax once again, choosing to be delusional to forget everything has to be the best option right now.
What about if the sounds are because a stalker helplessly in love with you just broke into your house? A good night kiss on the forehead sounds lovely, maybe the dark romance or Tumblr posts are affecting your brain already but why care? Cuddling to sleep with someone that loves you unconditionally sounds like a perfect situation, you wouldn't really mind your sleeplessness if you could have that.
Although the normal will be calling the police, why do so if it's not a threat? In your mind, you picture your perfect obsessive s/o, no need to worry about being cheated on if the only thing in his eyes is you, no need to worry about being too much, no need to worry about his feelings ever fading away, isn't that perfect? Yes, it may come with some disadvantages like everything, but nothing you can't handle, you just need to love them, and they will be happy on a daily basis.
As you smile because of your silly fantasies while looking 'asleep' on the outside, you hear an even more unexpected sound. . . a whispering.
“oh, are you having a good sleep? It worries me how long it takes you to sleep every night, it's gonna end up being awful for your health. Maybe it will be better if I start using sleeping pills on you? You always do so much, you need a good rest, my cherry”
You stay still, unable to think what to do, a light but sweet smell invades your nostrils. Does this count as manifestation? Why is he already calling you by a pet name?
“My lovely cherry, my heart ache when I think about how exasperating must feel to hear the constant naging of those who don't really care about at least try empathize, if only I could help with something, I won't think it twice”
Feeling a gentle caress on your hair makes you wonder, this doesn't feel bad at all. Common sense screaming that you need to worry but the warm feeling of his touch disperse that though faster than you're willing to admit.
“Mmm, maybe my desires are taking over my brain already? But I think a perfect medicine for you will be if you snuggle in my embrace, I promise to have the right temperature for you to be comfy all night… if you just let me kiss that addictive face of yours, it will be enough payment for even my soul if you wish to have it”
His voice… sounds familiar, do you know him? 
Even if you recognize that self-preservation should be a top priority, it's hard to care when his voice is this honeyed, using the exact words that attract you like a bee as if he can read your mind. As you feel a faint kiss on the top of your head, you start to ask yourself…
Is bad manners not to reply when someone speaks to you, isn't it? Or maybe it's better to keep pretending to sleep to see what he usually does?
Decisions decisions…
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣
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nwheregirl · 6 months
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Currently thinking about service dom!John Wick…🤤
Caressing your face and your legs softly, brushing your hair, telling you how good of a girl you are, ordering you around (in a somehow soft way) and you just obeying because that’s just how your relationship is…him calling you his wife because he married you right away after you two met and that nickname just suits you so well. Adding a size kink and a predator/prey dynamic to that, because ofc you are so small compared to him and a little bunny!! Who wouldn’t be around this man?
You wearing pink or white nightwear, let’s put some ribbons there too (I’M SORRY I JUST LOVE THE DOLLETTE/COQUETTE/HYPERFEMININE AESTHETIC WITH KEANU’S CHARACTERS!) that is the exact opposite of John’s all black wardrobe. BUT HE ADORES those type of clothes on you, they drive him mad. Also him gifting you this particular brush (currently in my wishlist too):
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And ofc let’s not forget how he adores to eat you out, just staying between your legs for hours and making you shake and whine his name for him… <3 (p.s. am I the only one who prefers “Jardani” over “John”? I just find his real name so hot??)
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UUUUGH I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!
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thedarkcircuswritings · 2 months
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I got this idea from strolling down memory lane of the undertale fandom. The ancient heroes at PTA meeting (Parent–teacher association)
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PV: One of the only sane ones to be able to properly hold down a PTA meeting, and hence, he's like Father Number 1#. Everyone wants to suck up to him so they can pass their ideas on each PTA meeting since Pure Vanilla always ends up with the final say. Has also banned fireworks from being part of any event to raise money thanks to Hollyberry. Hollyberry: The fun mom, always coming up with fun ideas that the kiddos will definitely love! Even though most of her ideas will end up in disaster... DC: Let him have his coffee first, and then you can talk about fundraisers to him, Carol. GC: Always wonders why these PTA meetings have to be in-person and why can't they just be on Zoom?? Also the type to bring lemon bars to the meeting because she's that petty. Probably brought dry biscuits once for a change of pace and everyone collectively agreed that the lemon bars were better. WL: Misses 80% of the PTA meetings because something always seems to come up. When she does show up, she wears a bunch of floral perfume that can probably put somebody with asthma into shock.
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useless-prophet · 7 months
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I read a post a long time ago about not having to write your scenes in order and omg it works! I would always have writing anxiety because I didn't know how to carry on from the last chapter or because I didn't have all the details pinned down yet. But. I can just write cute little scenes with my characters which may or may not end up in the final draft but it's ok because it was fun! It was also really good to figure out some of their personalities and motivations, which helped me solve the big plot hole in the middle of my story, so now I can actually go back and finish that part from the beginning that I didn't know how to continue! And I figured my magic system out!
Also wow, writing is a lot easier when you have a pretty background and music instead of just staring into the blank void of google docs (I've been using Frost). I think I've been more productive over the past few days than I have been over the last few months :)
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future--ghost · 2 months
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I love how they made Grant Cohen's name **GRANT**, like, yeah, the mf an accountant, how do we show that... So they literally made his name GRANT. Also CO-hen like Co-pay or even coping. ahaha.
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mimble-sparklepudding · 10 months
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Mimble Poetry Nonsense Examples.
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Just trying to pull together some random examples of my silly poetry posts for potentially interested parties (who may or may not be stuck with me for the FFXIV Swap Meet doodah).
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masonjarcollector · 3 months
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I'm frantically looking for things to use for a writing portfolio and on the way I accidentally unearthed a story I find both charming and really freaking funny.
"Imagine how embarrassing it would be to spend your whole life believing in a nice, respectable god, only to find out the world had been run by the Grand Council of Otters this entire time. Jaime wasn’t sure if she could take that chance."
Maybe I'm the only one that finds that hysterical but Jaime I would protect you with my life.
"Occasionally, she would try to indulge in the Lovecraftian horror that is Existential Awareness, but that would always end up with her wide awake in the late hours of the night, browsing memes and other internet videos to cleanse away the terror of futility. Memento Mori. Back at it again with the Krispy Kreme."
MOMENTO MORI BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE KRISPY KREME
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queerlilchinchin · 2 months
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A Most Deadly Encounter
Characters: Belinda, Nane, Emerson
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"Oh my god, you're Nane Fahkry, the famous vampire! The one from that show... I have seen every episode the second it aired!"
Nane sighs. Another fan. Great, and Elizabeth isn't even here to steal the spotlight from him, the way she loves to.
"Where's your girlfriend? Elizabeth? I thought you two were always together."
Nane's eyes narrow at the question and he turns to finally face the voice that's relentlessly bombarding him with questions and starstruck statements.
"Yes, I am Nane. Yes, I co-host Vampire Idol. No, Elizabeth isn't always with me, clearly, as she isn't here."
The woman seems startled by his responses but she quickly recovers and offers a smile.
Nane hesitates when he sees the smile. It isn't the usual smile he receives from fans. Not from vampires, not from human fans. His eyes narrow again, but this time he studies the fan as she speaks again.
"Wow, Nane out and about all by himself! I never thought I'd get to talk to you alone! Can I pick your mind on a couple of things?" He heaves a sigh. How annoying. However, he has an image to maintain, so he forces a smile and indicates away from the crowd toward a bench on the side of the road.
"After you, then." She beams and takes the offer, moving toward the bench to sit.
He notes something about her. The red stilettos. Didn't he hear something about a woman who always wore red stilettos? Her intense interest in him coupled with that... what did it remind him of?
He shakes off the thought and follows her to sit as well, waiting for her questions.
"When you kill your victims... do you prepick them or are they actually members of the audience, for real?" She asks. His bottom lip twitches ever so slightly. This question, he hates.
"No, they're not prepicked. They are members of the audience that volunteer to die."
"So... you never kill out of vendetta against people?"
"No."
"Do you... ever take the bodies home and consume them later?" His eyes shoot over to the woman for a second, a bit surprised by her question. She doesn't scream vampire to him... but she's so morbidly interested in the death aspects of the show...
"I.. have once or twice..."
She pauses. "Hey, uh... if I told you I had a way to get ahold of people for you to... partake in... what would you say?"
Now he's had enough. He's heard about this before. People that enslave humans for vampires to feed from. He may be sadistic, he may be a vampire, but he finds the whole practice gross. He starts to stand without reply.
This seems to surprise her.
"Wait-"
As he takes a step away from the bench, he bumps into another person, hearing a muffled "oof."
"Oh, I'm-" before Nane can get another word out, the face that collided with his chest shoots up to meet his eyes.
"Watch where you're going."
Nane throws his hands up in surprise, then suddenly registers that the woman has bent to her knees, picking up... spray cans?
"I apologize," he says simply, having no idea who he's speaking to.
"Oh, I'm so sure," she shoots back as she picks up the last of the spray cans. "Watch where you're going next time."
He starts to open his mouth as their eyes meet and something registers across her face.
"You-"
"... me?"
"You're that Nane guy from that horrific show, Vampire Idol!" Nane groans. Another person that recognizes who he is.
"Yes I a-"
"You need to be shut down!" His mouth snaps closed and his eyes narrow once more. He knows who this is. It's that pathetic human who calls herself a hero and has been trying so hard to shut down his show. "You're doing unspeakable things on that show! I don't know how it's allowed to air at all!"
He laughs. "People are sadistic."
"You're the sadistic one! A sadistic freak. Those poor victims."
He takes a step closer and hears a soft gasp.
When he glances over toward where the red-heeled woman had been sitting, she's now standing closer to the two with her hands clasped in excitement, eyes gleaming like the weirdass fangirl she is.
This woman freaks him out.
He glances back toward the strange woman he bumped into.
"Those victims volunteer to take part in Vampire Idol. Victims don't volunteer to die... I can show you a real victim, if you'd like."
His lips curl up in a dangerous grin and his eyes gleam sadistically, making the woman take a step back.
"You're a monster."
"Sweetie, I'm a vampire. What do you expect, a kiss?"
"Do it!" Calls the woman from behind him.
"Gladly, I'll give you a kiss. A kiss of death."
The shorter woman takes a staggering step back and points an accusing finger in Nane's direction.
"I'll have you shut down yet!" She screams as she scurries away.
"I'll be waiting," he says nonchalantly, waving off her threat. A sound makes him glance back at the heeled woman once more, where she's standing clearly disappointed at how that interaction ended.
"I'm leaving now," he says, ignoring her protests and walking away a little faster than normal.
Freaks.
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writing down the plot to my silly little story on a whiteboard using stick figure drawings like a cartoon supervillain to make sure I’m avoiding all possible plot holes.
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silviawordsworth · 3 months
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Im not going to apologise for your guilt.
It's yours to apologise for. I cannot take accountability for your own conscience.
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cherybeee · 1 year
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A list of the fnaf fics i've written because i never promote them
1... 2... 3... Soleil! (multi-chaptered, discontinued) DCA / reader You get a job at the Superstar daycare. I don't know what more to tell you lmao
There's a monster in the garage (multi-chaptered, ongoing) DCA & child!reader Why do you hear banging noise in your garage?
Solar Flare (one-shot) Sun fucking snapped
What happens at night (multi-chaptered, ongoing) DCA / reader (platonic or romantic) You didn't expect starting a prank war with an animatronic when applying at Freddy Fazbear's. And you certainly didn't expect that some kind of immortal child murderer was hiding in the basement.
King vs Jester who will win!!? (multi-chaptered, ongoing) A Hat in Time x FNaF crossover fic Sun / Moon, Snatcher & Moonjumper Sun and Moon managed to escape the burning pizzaplex but end up in a strange forest. Was it really a better fate?
You're never alone in the dark (one-shot) Moon / reader (platonic or romantic) As a child, you were terrified of the dark. And now look at you, all grown up and adult! You start working a night shift as a security guard at the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and immediatly regret it. Though, in all this mess, you find yourself a friend.
Tied by fate (in more ways than one) (multi-chaptered, ongoing) Sun / Moon Sun and Moon both wake up one day with a red string tied around their little finger. How ridiculous, they weren't human and they certainly didn't have a soulmate.
It mean 'I love you' (one-shot) Sun / Moon Moon has been acting weird and Sun has no idea why. Until he has a conversation with a little girl about her cat.
Vampire and Animatronics (multi-chaptered, ongoing) DCA / reader (platonic or romantic) You live a pretty comfortable and quiet life. Although a bit lonely, but you don't mind. That's what you're used to. That is until an animatronic breaks into your house.
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someonewhos-world · 4 months
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She didn't understand. Where did it all go wrong?
Socks hitting the wooden floor of her house as the walls and beams creaked dangerously as the flames and overwhelming heat licked at her heels. It burned, the overwhelming heat against her tanned skin and it nipped at her skirt-- It latched onto her skirt. But she was too distracted on trying to find a way out--
She stopped, catching something in the corner of her eye. She turned her head, staring out the window to stare towards the woods.
She didnt understand.
She couldnt understand.
She wanted to understand. Understand why she couldn't move,why she felt so. So overwhelmed and uncomfortable and displeased. In her own burning house.
Everything was starting to hurt. It was too warm. Her eyes widened as she tore her gaze away from the treeline--That thing in the tree line-- She cried out, trying to run back out of the house. She threw herself at her front door. Oh. She never changed that double lock did she? She never asked her dad to do it for her,did she? She didnt do a lot of things. Didnt tell Harleen what happened in that basement. What she did with that pipe.
Her hand wrapped around the knob of the back door and reached back as she cried out in pain. The knob was too hot. Cold burning. A low groan creaked above her, Head snapping up in a panic she she shouldered the door. Hands grabbing the burning knob, cursing and yelling.
She didnt understand. Where did it all fall apart? Everyone was so happy. Everyone was fine. Everything was fine. Things were good. The beams groaned before all began to fall and crumble in. Caving.
She understood now. As she screamed and was pinned. Flames licking and biting at her flesh as she wriggled,writhed and screamed. She screamed and hacked and coughed and screamed some more. She understood now. Nails scraping against the burning floorboards.
Chetan understood. She understands now. This was a game. A game to the thing outside. Everyone was its victim. Everyone was just a pawn. It was doing this out of sick pleasure of just having fun. It was sick.
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"Hi,[REDACTED]. as you can see behind me, there are still Firefighters putting the flames out,but this house is unsalvageable. The cause of the fire is still under investigation."
Someone lived in that house.
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wilsonssluttywaist · 6 months
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Is this character accurate be honest
“We don’t have to actually go all the way.” “Just get the lube and take your pants off." "Have you actually done this before?" "I like being a woman of mystery" "I have known you for almost twenty years there is no mystery" "then why did you ask if I've taken it up there before?" "because I genuinely don't know" "so there is mystery" "I will gag you" "is that a threat or promise??"
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useless-prophet · 7 months
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My WIP explained badly:
In a world where trees are evil and try to steal your children to turn them into creepy mutated deer, civilization's only defense is oppressed priests who photosynthesize through playing cat's cradle. But they're a bunch of losers. Forget about them. Our story centers around an absolutely useless l'il guy who meets a creepy mutated bird lady, and then both of them do very stupid things as they try (and fail) very hard to kill the lady's boss. Along the way, they discover the power of friendship, photons, and repressed parental trauma.
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the-river-rix · 10 months
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I should post old fanfic I wrote
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indigayghost · 1 year
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And when he look into his eyes he understood why people used to fear him. Why his name was a call of destruction, his passage bringing nothing but death.
When he look into his eyes, there was no fear to be felt, only love.
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