#slamming my head on the table

[wonjns]

i have to ride this man before the end of my life

#please like is it too much to ask #SLAMMING MY HEAD ON THE TABLE #changkyun #kpop x male reader #kpop hard thoughts #monsta x smut #kpop hard hours #monsta x hard hours

[moonlarked]

em x liu set out on a mission to hurt me personally i think

#the death i gave him #slamming my head on the table

[attollogame]

Language of Flowers List

I cannot focus on game writing so I made this instead; send a char and a flower for a prompt, based on the lovely Language of Flowers (and this as extra)

Aloe: Affliction; Grief.

Apple: Temptation.

Aspen Tree: Lamentation.

Belladonna: Silence.

Bramble: Envy; Remorse.

Catchfly: False love.

Cedar Leaf: I Live For Thee.

Columbine, Red: Anxiousness.

Coreopsis, Arkansa: Love At First Sight

Cornbottle: Delicacy.

Cowslip, American: You Are My Divinity.

Cypress: Death.

Dead Leaves: Sadness.

Dittany of Crete: Birth.

Dittany of Crete, White: Passion.

Elder: Zealousness.

Fennel: Praise.

Fleur-De-Lis: I Burn.

Flowering Fern: Reverie.

Frog Ophrys: Disgust.

Garden Anemone: Forsaken.

Geranium, Dark: Melancholy.

Geranium, Lemon: Unexpected Meeting.

Gooseberry: Anticipation.

Grass: Submission.

Guelder Rose: Winter.

Helenium: Tears.

Heliotrope: Devotion.

Henbane: Imperfection.

Horse Chestnut: Luxury.

Hortensia: You Are Cold.

Hydrangea: Heartless.

Imperial Montague: Power.

Jasmine, Spanish: Sensuality.

Jasmine, Yellow: Elegance.

Judas Tree: Betrayal.

Lantana: Rigour.

Larch: Audacity.

Laurel: Glory.

Laurel, Ground: Perseverance.

Lichen: Solitude.

Lilac, White: Youthful Innocence.

Live Oak: Liberty.

Licorice, Wild: I Declare Against You.

Lobelia: Malevolence.

Lotus Flower: Estranged Love.

Lucern: Life.

Mandrake: Horror.

Milfoil: War.

Mint: Virtue.

Moss: Maternal Love.

Mourning Bride: I Have Lost All.

Mugwort: Happiness.

Myrtle: Love.

Night Convolvulus: Night.

Nightshade: Sorcery; Dark Thoughts.

Nightshade, Bitter: Truth.

Oats: Music.

Olive Branch: Peace.

Osmunda: Dreams.

Palm: Victory.

Periwinkle: Pleasures Of A Memory.

Pine, Black: Pity.

Pine, Spruce: Farewell.

Pomegranate: Foolishness.

Poplar, White: Time.

Poppy: Pleasure.

Poppy, White: Sleep.

Raspberry: Remorse.

Rudbeckia: Justice.

Sardony: Irony.

Snowball Tree: Age.

Sycamore: Curiosity.

Thrift: Sympathy.

Tuberose: Dangerous Pleasures.

Tulip, Yellow: Hopeless Love.

Venus' Looking Glass: Flattery.

Violet, White: Innocence.

Whin: Anger.

Willow, Water: Freedom.

Willow, Weeping: Mourning.

Wormwood: Absence.

#writing prompt #writing list #prompt list #literally doing anything but writing my game rn im suffering #slamming my head on the table #PLEASE let me get in the zone again im going insane #i have DEADLINESSSSS

[dumpsterfireofsubtext]

Daniel Defoe when I catch you. When I catch you Daniel Defoe, when I CATCH YOU

#slamming my head on the table #throwing myself to the floor and pouring my fists against it #I’m okay #personal #reading

[akinachiri]

I WANNA GET SENA IN THE MIDNIGBT BUTLERS EVENT ON ENGSTARS BUT IM BROKE FRM HIS LIMITED SCOUT (WHICH I DIDNT FUVKIITB GET)

#akina mumbles #SLAMMING MY HEAD ON THE TABLE #WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH #/leo

[theohnocorral]

I have blown off going to the DMV. 😬. I'm trying to write but my computer is going through an update I guess

#chatter #bored #so so bored #my computer seems broken #like more broken than it was #kinda teetering over here #😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 #😅😅😅 #and its cold #slamming my head on the table #im so close to scraping very fic i have #literally deleting everything #;; #lol #but also not #computer please turn back on

[sky-is-the-limit]

I just know that when they were kids, Arthur punched or pushed John a lil too hard and pulled the classic older sibling "No no no you're fine,shhhh no you're okay, no don't cry, no don't tell Dutch-"

#my oldest brother would pull that shit after slamming my head against the table #john marston #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

[spaciebabie]

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oh. oh. oh. o okayt haha .oh ohaa haa hoo hah hey.hey. hey. hey. hey ,jhye. jhey. hey. hey wh ehye. why ouwkld you. hey. hey hey .hey. ehy hey ehy hey manhey. hey th. wh. whehtheh man. man. what the . hey man ehy the. w. he. hey. hey hav. hey. hey i duno i.bhye. hey. hey. hry. hey. hey. ehye whywould you. hey jwhi woujld you man. jhey wh. hey. hey why woul. what is. jheyu. im gonna be sick. im gonna hurl. hey what the fuck. wtfwtftwt.

#hey man. #hey buddy. #wh #um #hi #ermm #SPRINTS FOR THE FUCKMING EXIT #RUNS AS FASST AS MY LITTLE SPACIE LEGS WILL CARRY ME #WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF #OH THIS IS SOOO FUCKED UP #THIS IS REALLY FUCKED UO #YOU PEOPLE ARE INSANE #SLAMS MY FUCKING HEAD ON THE TABLE #im gonna trow up;.. be sick #mommy....mOMMY HELP ME #CLAWS AT THE WALLS #GWET ME OUT OF THIS CRAZY PLACE #IM SCARED #WHY IS JHE LOOKING AT MRE LIKE THAT #STARTS BLEEDING FROM MY EYES #spacie splains #I STARED AT THIS FOR A GOOD LIKE 5 MINUTES LIKE THERES NO WAY.......................................................... #OUUOUUHG IM SICK IN THE HEAD OHHHH IM SOO FUCKING UNWELL #IM JUST GETTING FUCKINS STABBED OVER AND OVER AGAIN 2DAY #THIS IS REALLY REALLY FUCKED UP GUYS LIKE OMEGA FUCKED UP DUDE LIKE CRAZY FUCKED UP MAN #IM SO RED RN #WHY DID YOU ALL PICK TODAY. #MONNIE YOU SON OF A BITCJH #MONNIEYOU FUCKING DICK #YOU'RE PROBABLY ONE OF THE REASONS THIS IS STILL GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[unluckyprime]

aquarium date 🫧🐟♥️

#SLAMMING MY HEAD ON THE TABLE VIOLENTLY I like them a normal amount . #scarecademy #fizmar #this is definitely not my wallpaper . nosirreee . no abnormality detected #digital art #by golly #cringefail gays find love in the sand eels #whod have thunk #this was for kelsey btw . hi kelsey

[shima-draws]

Me: Oh god. It's time for our company's yearly performance review. Where my boss will judge my performance over the past year and see how awful I am at my job and--

My boss: You're doing such a great job and I'm so happy you're here <3

Me:

#SLAMS MY HEAD INTO THE TABLE I probably need therapy. #Shima speaks #LMAO #I always. ALWAYS get stressed about these and they ALWAYS turn out just fine #It's the self-esteem. The self-esteem I don't have :) #Anyway glad that I wasn't roasted and fired and I'm doing good at my job. #I'M GOOD AT MY JOB?? ME?? OKAY I'LL TAKE IT! I'LL TAKE IT #Listen this may not be my dream job but it's a good job with good people #And it pays my bills. Couldn't ask for more #Eventually I will leave to work elsewhere but I'm glad I'm doing good 😭 #Realizing like. How important my job is actually. When I do leave the company I'll have to train the new hire #For at LEAST a couple weeks #Bc I'm the only one in this department that knows how to do payments! Just me!! #Anyway. Glad that stress is gone now #I can go home and watch One Piece and NOT cry over a tub of ice cream #(I'll probably do that anyway but bc of the anime Emotions and not bc of work. LMAO)

[wazzappp]

One fun little idea I love to pull off the shelf every once and a while: mutant Lisa with ice powers

#it’s not really a full au I have in my head but I love the ✨situations✨ this has potential for #Lisa strikes me as that type of girl who has her whole life planned #she has good friends gets good grades knows what college she’s going to #she knows who she is and what she wants #which I think is fun to upend entirely with some wild shit she never expected lmao get frozoned nerd #do have fun ideas of her going to Robbie like ‘YOU HAVE POWERS RIGHT DONT LIE TO ME’ #Robbie’s just ‘uhhhhhhhh’ ‘WHATEVER I KNOW YOU DO’ #*spills glass of water on a table on purpose. slams her hand onto it and it freezes immediately* ‘DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS' #she should get to have frost on her skin as a treat #ok yeah I’ll probably draw more of this #my art #sketch #lisa (ghost rider) #mutant lisa au #<- making a tag cause i may or may not make more of this

[iloveacronix]

Why is drawing people so hard brooo

#Someone teach me your ways #Ive had the urge to slam my head against a table like 4 times already #Although i think 12 year old me would be verry happy at seeing this #Compared to her drawings back then #lego ninjago #ninjago #art #lego ninjago fanart #my artwork #help me please #Ninjago krux #Krux ninjago #Krux and acronix #Ninjago time twins #Young krux ninjago

[fisheito]

do i actually like yakumo or am i just hungry

#i'm still not over the fact that i had zero to negative interest in yakumo at first sight #but it felt like.... over several months... the devs kept exposing me to him #so i'd be happily chilling with whichever characters at the moment #staring fondly at oli's beautiful eyes. or at morv's magnificent tits. you know. usual behaviour #then yakumo would show up with food. or drink. always with something to consume #so maybe i started to associate yakumo's presence with incoming treats... #WAIT #THE DEVS FUKIN PAVLOV'D ME #NOW EVERY TIME I SEE YAKUMO I SALIVATE #*SLAMS FISTS ON THE TABLE* #*drops my head into the mortified shield of my arms*

[piplup335]

Scythe and reader who used to be a showgirl!

This...was one of my most confusing requests ;-;

Initially I was like "this should be okay" until I found out the definition of a showgirl..and I factchecked it and ended up being even more confused...then I realised that I forgot to ask for details…

so yeah- this may not be what you wanted, but I tried ;-; if you want I can rewrite it ASAP, I'll prioritise it too :D

hope it's alright, I did what I could with the prompt!

requested by @shymed! again, sorry if out of character, still not familiar with phighting n stuff ;-;

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"...where am I?"

A lone demon sat in a small room, tied to a chair and blindfolded, without any sense of his surroundings.

He had no idea where he was, or why he was there...all the poor demon knew was that he needed to get out as soon as possible.

The last thing he remembered was blurry and fuzzy in his mind, almost like a damaged cassette tape…but he still remembered the details of what happened.

It was just a standard routine for him, sneaking around Lost Temple to snag a few bucks here and there to survive another day, buy another meal…and that’s when he saw it.

A dancer. Fair skin, flawless movements…she had it all. Especially in that sizable jar, almost stuffed to the brim with coins and banknotes…it was innocently sitting on the floor, practically begging to have some of the money taken out of it, begging to be spent…that jar was a sitting duck at that point. Situated in plain sight, brimming with cash and with no visible security in sight? Perfect.

One, two three…the demon watched as the dancer tapped to the beat, her dress flowing behind her as she twirled for another grand finish to her sequence. It was almost hypnotic…step, twirl, step, twirl, step…bingo.

Without wasting another beat, the demon leapt forward, seizing the jar. Tucking it under his arm, he cracked a sly smile.

"Target acquired...heh, I'm eating good for the next few days..."

Before the dancer even knew what happened, he had turned a corner into a dingy alleyway, with no traces left in sight.

Little did he know that someone was watching him from the top of a building…someone whose hat cast a dark shadow over her face…

The unknown figure sneered.

"Target acquired."

And now, here he was.

Blindfolded and tied to a chair.

Now, he was the sitting duck.

He tried to scream for help, pointlessly praying that someone would hear him and come to his aid…but he realised he couldn’t.

Someone had taped shut his mouth. The tape was some strong stuff, too- it wouldn’t get off, no matter how hard he tried.

Struggling against his restraints, he paused as a blood-chilling laugh made its way to his ears.

“Now, now…let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, darlin’!”

He felt the blindfold being harshly yanked up and over his head…and after seeing the individual in front of him, he just wanted to tug the blindfold back over his eyes and wipe his memories clean. Never in his entire life would he ever want to see this face, let alone up close. The sight of her alone scared the living daylights out of him…

Scythe.

The same serial killer present on many, many posters throughout Lost Temple…the infamous profile throughout the Inpherno, notorious for evading capture from Banlands’ warden over and over again…

And now she was sneering in his face like a predator sizing up its prey, ready to swoop in for the kill.

“My, my…you have some guts, don't ya? Stealing from an innocent gal without hesitation…ya really lack morals, huh?”

Scythe unsheathed her gear- an overengineered rifle. Twirling it in her hand, a laser blade emerged from one end. The demon thought it was over for him- but then felt the ropes binding him to the chair loosen up and fall to the floor in a flash. Scythe had used her weapon to sever his restraints.

Looking at his situation, he decided that if he had any chance of survival, it would be to make a break for it.

Analysing his surroundings, he made a few observations.

The room was fairly small. From his position, he thought, it would only take him around five seconds to get the hell out of there.

Scythe’s back was facing the door. Not too near, not too far.

The only object in the room was the chair. No obstacles in sight- plus, he could use the chair to deter her- just whack it over her head and make a run for it.

Simple enough. Hit and run.

Just as Scythe was about to reach out for his neck, he rolled off. Quickly hopping to his feet, he grabbed the leg of the chair he was tied to.

It was now or never.

He hurled the chair at Scythe’s head and made a run for it.

He didn’t go far, however- he felt something tight wrap around his ankle. He frantically tried to shake it off- but his efforts were all in vain.

The force pulled on his ankle, dragging him to the floor. Before he could react, he felt a harsh pressure on his chest.

Scythe.

She had a boot on his torso, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Well, well, well…you sure are a feisty one, aren’t ya?”

Too scared to react, the demon didn’t even dare breathe as Scythe picked up his wrist with a misleading sense of tenderness…a false promise that he would live.

Hell, he would be lucky if his death was even quick and painless.

“What delicate hands you have…”

Scythe’s fingers ran over his skin, circling his joints with false pleasantness.

"I wonder what you'd do without them?"

"Damn it...how could I have been so careless?"

After a long and fruitless search, you ended up empty-handed.

One moment you were dancing on the streets, smiling as you saw your jar filled to the brim with cash, your earnings from dancing on the street.

Next thing you knew, your income was swept away by an unfamiliar person, his face obscured by a dark hood.

"...not a fan of going back...there..."

You shuddered at the thought. Once upon a time, you were a showgirl- dancing away in nightclubs and basking in the spotlight as drunken spectators threw coins at the stage, by your feet...looking back, you hated those days. It was only a few years after you signed up for the job, for the lifestyle of a showgirl that you realised that to them, you weren't seen as yourself. You were just another plaything, another woman for drunken people at nightclubs to fawn over.

Just another money-making scheme.

You quit your job a few months prior just to pursue street dancing- something you much preferred. It didn't pay nearly as much, and your pay wasn't fixed- but hey, you could still get by.

But now the day's earnings were snatched away, and horror filled you as you realised you may have to return to that dreaded place just to afford a meal.

Sighing in dejection, you decided to find your friend, the one person who could help out.

Left, right, another right...after a few twists and turns through the crowd and into a dark alleyway, you found a door. It was a plain door, painted a dull teal with some scratches in the coat of paint. It looked old as if worn down over time, and it almost seemed as if whatever was behind it was abandoned, left to rot in the blazing heat of Lost Temple.

However, behind the door, there was an entire community residing there.

Pushing open the door, you heard the familiar chatter of your friend's "cult", as you so nicely put it. Weaving through the crowd, you found another door. It was easy to spot- not many people crowded around that area, and for good reason.

The door was labelled with a plaque saying "DO NOT ENTER" in bold, steel letters. The sign was framed with brass, and you knew that whoever was behind that door had a high position in the group.

After all, you knew this individual on a personal level.

Pushing open the door, you saw your good friend sitting at her desk, filling out some paperwork with a lethargic expression on her face.

"...what did I tell you midgets about knocking- oh, it's you! Perfect timing! Hey, (Y/N), I got a surprise for ya!"

Scythe swiftly snuck behind you, using both her hands to cover your eyes.

"Scythe, don't leave me hanging-!" You groaned. You weren't a patient one, after all.

"Fine, fine...I found something you lost!"

Scythe uncovered your eyes, your gaze immediately settling on the familiar glass jar. It usually sat on the floor whenever you danced, and now it was seated at Scythe's desk.

"My jar! Scythe, you're a lifesaver! Wait...where'd you find it?"

Scythe chuckled. It was a friendly one but had a slight bit of menace to it.

"Let's just say...I can get people to loosen up...and fast."

Scythe's gear was propped up against the wall, a streak of blood on the handle.

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and that’s my third req! again, sry if it sucks ;-; if you want me to I’ll rewrite, just lmk! :D

hope you guys enjoyed it!

#phighting x reader #phighting! #scythe phighting #scythe #scythe x reader #i want to slam my head against a table #help me

[shamefulzombie]

Zombiee!! Have you ever tried to make Krist?? Teehee! You know what is this from...

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#incredibox #orin ayo #breakthrough #others ocs #alvory's art #zombie's mail #seeing all these ocs reminds me that i should really make my orin ayo oc real #*slams my head on table* <D

[ohitslen]

Woa private displays of affection Vashwood who won’t really do much in public, just being really casual about everything and once they are alone they are worse than new velcro that you won’t be able to fucking separate no matter how hard you try to me thinks?

#also important to mention that pda Vashwood is cool too but I want them being awkward by just brushing hands #they’re adults and Vash is already past being petroleum but they are so awfully pathetic in my head #like can you imagine 🔥THE PUNISHER🔥🌪️THE HUMANOID TYPHOON🌪️ h holdi n g ha nd? ?? 🥺 #fucking pathetic *slams my head on the table* #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #lenssi rambles