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handsometheo · 2 days

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You've gotta hear me out on Ithaqua getting a little too possessive towards his survivor partner during a match ! Love your works btw <3

Mmmmmm Possessive Ithaqua 😍

Warnings: You'll never guess this one but Possessive behaviours

Pairing: Possessive! Ithaqua x Gn! Reader

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- He isn't sure what caused it. Maybe it's his own instincts telling him he needs to protect you, or maybe the manor is affecting him somehow..

- Your Team is quite possible the worst concotion of players to have paired with you. The Prospector, the cowboy and the "prisoner". He's semi-alright with Luca, he doesn't really do much harm. Its more a case of him being annoying to deal with on a good day.

- However Kevin and Norton strike Ithaqua the wrong way.

- He immediately finds Norton but instead turns his attention to finding you, just to make sure you stay away from them.

- He finds you. Quite easily actually. He comes across you helping Luca to decode who quickly runs off in favour of saving himself. Smart man, Ithaqua has to applaud him for using that mildly malfunctioning brain of his. He does have to break the connection, if only to delay your guaranteed escape.

- He lets you finish the cipher and simply stands around impatiently huffing and puffing to the side like a bratty child not getting enough attention. And that's accurate to a certain degree.

- once the cipher is done he tells you to go into a locker so he can pick you up and take you with him. You think nothing of it as this is fairly normal behaviour he likes to carry you around you've noticed. His little giggle when he picks you up just melted your heart.

- However. Unlike the usual routine, Ithaqua takes you to the nearest corner of the map and places you there before trapping you within his arms. His cloak making the two of you practically disappear, well.. you know as much as one can with the terror radius thing..

- His eyes are animalistic and his jaw clenched, but he makes no move to act on whatever violent act is forming in his head. Just pulls you to him as though he is trying to mesh with you.

- of course, he was mostly..., kind of, calm.

-Until the two idiots turned up. And by that I mean Norton and Kevin.

-Kevin lassoed you from Ithaqua's grasp, that alone made him screeched out in rage, but just to add some extra sourness to the situation, a magnet gets thrown towards him. Forcing him back into the wall.

- You struggle your way out of Kevins hold and push him away right as Ithaqua dashes at him. Norton quickly runs off to possibly hide in case he needs to really save, or possibly help Luca to continue saving.

- "IDIOTS, BOTH OF YOU!" You yell out to nobody in particular as Kevin had already run off. Ithaqua stays still for a moment, left eye twitching.

- He turns quickly. "Stay." He commands as though you are a dog awaiting your next trick. You're going to stay near, obviously, just maybe that Cipher off to the left will somehow get finished off...

- He dashes away in the direction Kevin left.

- As you're decoding, the prospector returns around the corner.

"Hey."

"Fuck off. That was stupid and you know it."

"Yeaaah.. but got the reaction I wanted. He's a tad bit, whats the word, protective? No. Possessive. Thats the one! Like he owns you."

"If he ever got asked if he owned me he definitely would answer like that.. It's a bit much at times, maybe next time to come running up to try and save when he's clearly not going to chair me. Luckily he seems to have lost Kevin."

The last Cipher gets completed by you and Norton but just before you can run to the exit, Norton says something that irks you.

"Geez, I didn't ask for your life story.. no need to keep going on..."

Yoou dont even initially intend to do it but you're hand reaches out to slam his head against the nearest wall to temporarily stun him.

"Not so fun now is it.."

In the distance a pissed off roar can be heard from Ithaqua, who you can assume just missed hitting the now escaped Kevin and Luca.

"Now, we're gonna surrender." You tell the prospector sternly

"Why would I do tha-"

You grab his ear and stare at him, "Consider it your apology to Itha. Believe me Kevin's going to deal with far worse."

Quiet grumbles are all that are heard from the disgruntled ex-miner.

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Hope you enjoyed :) I partially forgot what I was writing halfway through but I loved writing this ♡

#x reader #fanfic #idv x reader #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #idv nightwatch #idv night watch x reader #idv nightwatch x reader #idv ithaqua x reader #ithaqua x reader #night watch x reader

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cherubispunk · 6 hours

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NEPHILIM: THE FALLEN - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: fallen or damned? who's to tell when it's joel miller?

a note from Lucy: DONT HATE ME I KNOW ITS BEEN A LONG TIME!! Not entirely happy with this but it's been sitting in my docs for months now and i had to get it out there to give me some peace of mind so please be aware it may well be riddle with grammatical mistakes and typos galore. as always like, comment and reblog to save a sinners sanity!

playlist | moodboard + poem

wc: 2755

Warnings: 18+ MDNI DARK CONTENT! Jackson era!post outbreak!Joel, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, verbally constipated Joel Miller, brief gore descriptions, heavy religious imagery and references to the bible, biblical lore, yearning, idiots in love, angst angst angst!!!!!!, bombastic age gap!!! yahhhhh! (reader is in her 20’s/ Joel is in his late 50’s), smut, oral sex (m! receiving), rough oral sex, possessive!joel, dom!joel/sub!reader dynamic, you know the drill with my writing, there’s probably some form of cannibalism as a metaphor, or brutal violence as a metaphor, religious imagery as a metaphor, etc. (aka, fancy word vomit) - Lucy crying over a bloody google doc :)

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Ephesians 2:3 Among them we too all formerly lived in the lusts of our flesh, indulging the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest.

The sky was bruised. It was like God– or whatever resided up there– knew. The grey clouds, and the garish yellow of the setting sun, and the deep blue that ebbed into purple…they all knew. Your heart ached too. Bruised. It seemed to crack a little more each day. What started as nothing more than a hairline fracture had split into a gaping, weeping slice. Why? Because Joel was always quiet. For such a large man he had a ghostly habit of creeping into a room without notice. Creeping into your heart too through your hollow ribs. You could feel him behind you now though. His breath thick on the nape of your neck and it cooled the thin sheen of sweat on your skin. Soothed your burning flesh while saving it from the inferno. The tension became bearable. These little spaces of empty matter between all else. That slight awkwardness about his usual stoic yet confident demeanour…it was endearing now.

You were easing into the silence, content with watching the bruise darken from purple to midnight blue. The sky would turn on its bright little stars, and the moon would slice through sapphire as the early evening aged. The sun was going to rest now, the greying moon taking its post to watch over the town. You should follow the sun’s direction. Close your eyes so as to not have to witness his all too soon departure.

His fingers, so gentle, so strong, gently traced the curve and divot of your hip under the covers. It was strange to think just moments prior they had been inside you. Making you feel boneless in bed.

“Bambi?” He asked, tentative and uncharacteristically uncertain. He loathed it; the change in him.

“Mhm?” You hummed lazily, your hands tucked under the pillow to keep them warm, knees curled up to your chest. But no answer nor following question came. You knew what it was. He was cramming something back down his throat before he had the chance to say it for fear of being out of line. One day it shall choke him blue. He was strung so tightly. Tension in his shoulders that made them rise uncomfortably. And you noticed this when you turned to face him. Neither of you spoke for a moment, as if you were fooling yourself into believing he might continue. Your heart cracked a little more when he turned to face the wall,

“Never mind. It’s nothin’.” He had no reason to be weary of you. However in the past few weeks, coming up to a month, there was subtle, almost imperceptible unease that lingered. And festered. Palpable. Tangible. You could feel it when you reached out to touch his skin. So warm and gorgeous. Golden like ichor in this setting sunlight. You dared to press your lips to the wing of a shoulder blade, skin mangled with scar tissue where you liked to imagine wings once resided, and felt him flinch under your featherlight kiss. “Don’t, Bambi.”

“Joel-“

“I said: No.” His voice was firm, and didn’t give much leeway for convincing. “It’s not somethin’ you know how to fix.” But you were stubborn now. You’d found your feet. You stood your ground more, imitated behaviour. Before he could turn away again you reached to right him, set him flat on his back upon the mattress and splay your hand over his soft stomach under the covers. His throat tightened when your hand ventured timidly south. Then his breath tangled in his throat when it wrapped loosely around his half hard cock. Gently stroking it until it stood to attention in your palm. “Let me help…the way I know how.” You whispered into his ear, running your tongue under his earlobe to bring it between your teeth. Voice like honey, so sweet, and smooth, and slow pouring enough to get stuck in. Jesus Fucking Christ, he hated himself for even entertaining the idea of letting you do this for him. For being the one to help you find your feet. For being the man who tarnished innocence. It seemed all he did these days was ruin what little good there was left in the world. He’d taken an entire inkpot to a pristine sheet of paper, splattered black all over it without a care in the world until now. He felt like the space between you was stygian and reeked of his own sin. It simmered and spat and writhed and any moment now I would boil over the second you came to terms with the fact you were too good for him.

His nostrils flared with the thought but with a twist of your wrist he melted. Because at the base of it all, the very depth of his humanity, he was a selfish, selfish man. You watched a swallow pass down the thick column of his throat and rested your head on his shoulder while your hand dragged up his thick, full shaft, thumb smearing a bead of precome over the delicate flushed skin of its head. Joel watched the ceiling and wallowed in pathetic self pity as you kissed your way down his navel, lips moving in a mumbling of words he couldn't quite hear. He let out a breathy moan when you wrapped your lips around the tip, pressing your tongue flat to the underside to let the taste seep onto your tongue. He then closed his eyes trying to imagine anyone other than you between his legs. Another mouth. Another tongue. Someone else's voice.

It was no use because it seemed your eyes, the shade, the shape, were printed to the back of his lids. He gave up. He was too old to try to partake in sisyphean tasks.

Joel sat up and you moved between his legs as he threw the covers off to watch you. His back to the headboard, your warm mouth inviting him deeper, he hesitated to press a hand to the crown of your head, but when you pulled off to lick a flat tongued strip from base to tip, he found himself taking a fist of your hair and righting you over the head completely, pushing down so he slipped into your mouth. Muscle memory had the twitch of a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. The sight of you was enough to have his hips begging to buck, chasing the back of your throat, attempting to find that reaction again.

What you couldn't take of him you wrapped loosely in one hand and the other cupped his balls, adding the slightest pressure that had a dirty cuss passing his chapped lips. Deep inhales billowed in his nose, nostrils flared slightly as he dragged your open, salivating mouth up and down on his length. What he would never understand is how much you hungered for this every time. There was a pain in wanting him like no other, and a reward this great sowed the seed of pleading. You didn’t mind yearning for him because, to you, being hungry was quite a satisfying feeling. It feels nice to want something. To yearn. To have a purpose. You imagined he felt quite the same with the way he could hardly keep his hands from your cunt or your mouth when you passed his front door’s threshold.

“Look at me, Bambi.” He grunted, and your eyes fluttered slightly before the hue of them locked on his through your tear clumped lashes. “I’d like this mouth a whole lot more if it didn’t say such pretty things to me.” He almost lamented, and you felt a tug at your heartstrings. “Makin’ a man hope again.”

Joel sighed, eyes closing for the briefest second. His large hand was still pushing your head with the gentlest of force back down, then his fingers gripped at your hair, dragging you again so the warm, silken touch of your lips and tongue made the fire in his belly start to burn. It was aching, and deep rooted, and had a slow simmer to it. One he begged to hurry along. Joel wanted nothing more than his release so he could set you free again. Set the bird free of its cage. So he threw caution to the wind, and soon you felt the tip of his thick cock reach the back of your mouth again, your throat constricting. “Why won’t you hate me, huh Bambi? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked. If you knew no better you’d have thought his tone implied he hated it. His teeth gritted, words seethed between them. He spat it out in a way that made him seem unworthy of your attention— or the very taste of the thought disgusted him and made his stomach pull up in a wretch. Joel bit down so violently on nothing he swore his molars might turn to dust and clag in spit with the way he was salivating over the sight of you; Puffy lips, bloodshot watering eyes, messy hair. Bent over him and sucking on his cock like it was your only goddamned purpose in life.

You wanted to reply, splutter out the words, but he silenced you. The tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat, and causing your stomach to recoil, tensing as you gagged. Retching slightly as he grimaced at the sound. “You know I can’t love y–” he stopped mid sentence as the ache bloomed into a deep burn. You were oh so grateful because it meant you wouldn’t have to hear what you yearned not to. What you buried deep beneath your stomach and above your diaphragm— that slow, blooming ache. The feeling would never see the light of day. You’d rather die than come to terms with the fact that Joel would not be yours. He belonged to the world. The mass of nature that befell you. That which kept you human and incompetent. He was large, untamable, and oh so delectable in all ways other than matters of love. Joel Miller could not love you.

“Fuck- gonna come, Bambi.” He choked out, head falling back. You looked up at the sight of him through your lashes, lips parted, his brows creased gently in the space between them. Just as you yearned for him to love you, you yearned to be destroyed by him. Coated in him, broken down to pieces by him. Joel Miller could quite literally break you in half, then half again, and again— to the point where nothing was discernible— and you'd get on your knees to thank him for it all. Maybe loving him and being destroyed by him were two in the same?

In the months you’d known him you’d grown to learn that this was as close to a purpose as you’d get. The world robbed you of one, so you searched for it. Selfish enough to keep digging to find one. Only it had no purpose. It has a pattern now, and patterns trick and deceive people into believing in divine intervention. Joel was your divine right. Your purpose. That was what you believed. What you thought about each night. What you thought about now as you took his cock down to the base, the head of him brushing the back of your throat and folds soaked– drenched in the essence of your own arousal. All of which was emphasised by the ache you felt between your thighs that ebbed a little deeper with wanting. A ghost of the pleasure you felt when he was inside you. You entertained it with two fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing your clit. “God— Bambi…” He groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as he let go. Hot ropes of his release flooding your mouth with their heady, salty taste.

You pulled off his shaft, now wet and slick in your own saliva, swallowing a mouthful of his release. His eyes never left you, honing in on the ripple of your delicate throat as you swallowed his come down. Joel couldn't help but hook a thumb into your mouth to unhinge your jaw— to see if anything was left. Nothing was. There never was. Like him, you were too selfish to leave anything.

He should have known better. You never disappoint. “Bambi, you’re too damn good for me.” he panted, skin sweat slick and flushed.

“I promise I'm not.” you whispered to the skin of his lips before he wrapped a large, steadying hand around your arm and pulled you up to his chest. His face met yours and when you looked into those hickory eyes you could have melted on the spot; For the hue of them was nothing like you'd ever seen before, and could command nations to their knees. And if not nations then it could certainly do so to you. “I’m just as damaged as you.`’

The words had his gut in knots because they were akin to holding up a mirror to his visage. And holding his head in place. Holding it still so he was forced to look himself in the eyes and reflect. Reflecting on the monster he’d become. The monster he would always be.

“I’m not asking you to love me, Joel.” You spoke, your voice quiet, slight and timid. Uncertain of his reaction. The way your eyes met his was proof of that. Wide like a foal, wide enough to register the unjust curl of a lip. “ I’m just asking you to stay…”

The words had been burning the tip of your tongue red raw. Each night as he lay beside you, the same questions— words made up of nothing but consonants that had a profound effect on you– would hardly let you rest in his arms. They tortured you instead; Mocked you. It was the equivalent of hanging. You could feel the ghost of a noose around your neck. It might as well have been His hands. It was as rough as them after all.

What is wrong with you? What is so repulsive about you that warrants his departure? Was it the curve of your hips– their dips? Or even the bump on your nose– how dare it not have the perfect influxing curve! The slant of your eyes? The jagged stretch marks on the inside of your thighs! Not only had they the nerve to exist in their silver, shining mockery, posing as a diamond, but they had the fucking nerve to sit where others could see. Fuck them entirely and their very existance. Were those very thighs plump enough? Too plump? Why was there no gap between? Was there too much of a sag to your breasts? The colour of your nipples– why did they have to be that colour? Were the lines on your forehead marring your skin? What on you– about you– detested him? Because if you knew you'd cut it off. You'd change it. You take a knife to your nose and cut it off even if it was just to spite your own face. Now, laying here with him, you wish to be anyone but yourself. Yourself was the woman that disgusted you. It would always be the woman that disgusted you if he didn’t fall in love.

“That's jus’ the thing, Bambi.” He sighed, his mouth moving in a slow hushed mumble. His wind chapped, weathered lips grazed the shell of your ear, “I already do.” Followed by silence, and then: “An’ I ain’t no good at it, I’m afraid.”

That was the problem. Joel thought it had to be a life lived in an entirety of carolling laughter for you. A warm, joyous time. The kind of peace the world seldom granted anyone anymore. Not bound to him by the twine of his selfish nature. In the wrong man’s bed. If the world had told him anything before it was that he deserved to be alone. First Sarah. Then Tess. Ellie too. It was only a matter of time before you left too. He had no clue that what you wanted was just to be held. To be kept. He didn’t have to carve out a hole in himself to accommodate you. Nor give an arm or a limb. He just had to stay. Exactly where he was now. Exactly as he is. But selfish men believe in selfish things. And Joel Miller was a selfish man.

Maybe he wasn't. Humans are, after all, selfish creatures. If we are innately selfish does that make us selfish, or just human. Regardless– Joel was selfish. Yes. But more importantly: He was the damned, the scrutinised, the beggar. All of the above.

Joel Miller was, and forever will be, the fallen.

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ghouljams · 1 month

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Because of you I’m constantly thinking about cowboy!ghost and cowboy!konig’s thick waists. Hmmm I bet my papi price has one too. It makes me salivate. It haunts and follows me everywhere. Thank you for these divine depictions my deity 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

(I’m such a slut for how plush these dirty men are) (Also sorry I keep letting these horny thoughts out in your asks..it’s a disease now I think)

God, yeah. You know Price is eating good, best fed man in Texas by his account, previously the best fed man in England and he had to WORK to keep from showing it, but now?? Oh he is enjoying the strong man physique, he's got that soft around the middle padding that just makes him looks stronger. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror and inspecting the layer of fat over his pecs, over what used to be abs, leaning closer to check the sprinkling of grey starting to make its way through his beard. Price thinks he looks pretty good. He doesn't miss the hard lines, feels like he's got more fuel in the tank to do the heavy lifting.

He especially likes settling you on his stomach, moving your hips back and forth, back and forth, grinding your pretty pussy against his happy trail, slicking the coarse dark hair with your wetness. He loves the way your fingers squeeze his pecs, the way you grip at his soft edges for purchase as he pleasures you. It feels an awfully masturbatory if he's being honest, making his pretty wife grind against his hairy stomach, watching your hips buck as your clit is teased by his curls, the rough hair dragging against your soft folds. Oh he can almost feel that sweet cunt clenching around nothing as he grinds your hips down against him. Price may say this is for you, but it's not, it's for him.

He just wants to watch you fall apart and know that he's the one who made that happen. He wants to hear your whimpers as you work up the courage to beg for his cock, or he wants to force you to come without it. Either way he gets a show, so why shouldn't he move you like a toy? That's what you are, isn't it? A toy? Brainless and shuddering with your eyes rolling back as he makes each little zap of pleasure roll through your clit and up your spine. He rocks you back, inches you grind by grind towards his cock until you're desperately trying to follow the motion of his hands, you pretty pussy drooling as it rubs against his fat cock. You try to lift your hips and he pulls them back down, shushing you. He knows baby, Daddy know you want him to fuck you, but he can't right now, you have to earn it. You can do that, right? Of course you can, smart girl.

You just have to let him keep doing what he was doing, bringing you to the edge of pleasure like a toy, building all that tight delicious heat in the pit of your stomach until you can't take it anymore and start to beg. And you will beg. Then he'll pull you back to his stomach, and make you come all over it. Come all over the body you helped build with all your wonderful cooking, and then he'll thank you properly. Just let him have his fun for now, and fall apart.

Good girl.

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redstrewn · 7 months

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0/5 stars he doesnt even know how to cook or clean

#touchstarved game #leander #sorry i dont know what came over me i got possessed or something #i think my tablet is haunted i apologize everyone #redstrewn art

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robothell · 2 years

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send me on my way

#i dont know what happened something possessed me #ice age #rudys ooze #voices: you have to make ice age gijinka #me: ok

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bugsinthebayou · 3 months

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watching something with characters that've really distinct voices is fun cuz if you watch it for too long you start thinking in their voices. and then if you Keep watching it they start gaining sentience (/silly) and say Whatever. you dont even control what they say their voices just say shit

#and then afterwards what exactly they said gets a little fuzzy #like a minute ago the inner voice was dakota cole and he/i was jabbering on a bit and i dont even know what he/i said #all i know is that he was complaining about Something #and then my voice changed to me-but-william #(theres a difference between your internal voice being that of a character and the internal voice kinda of Becoming that character. kinda)#(and after dakota's possession (/silly) it went back to being my internal voice as a character)#captains orders

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zkretchy · 1 year

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tbh all alive Wolf Witchers are just as ‘bad’ just in different ways and loudness-levels

#drawing chibi letho aka just putting a wholeass closet down #the witcher #possession au #kiyan #geralt #how does kiyan know lambert? easy-Aiden #when you colour one thing and then pause it to sketch something related to it for an extra post #but thats for later because now...its 2am....as per usual #ye olden wolf witchers 'you must be a neutral emotionless monster slayer'#Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde about to ignore all of that #i would have added something about him slaying monsters of the human kind as well #but my brain didnt come up with any good short words/sentences for that and also space issues #also me sketching geralt with his hair down-who is this man #i dont know what happened he just turned out that way #the lighting doesnt help him here either #babygirlifying him #i didnt check any refs for letho btw so idk if that height works or not #or the clothes tbh #same w/ gaetan but i remembered his lil red boots #idc if its a graphic glitch or not he is lil red riding boots now or whatever clever wording some may come up #I however will go fuck off and sleep now-nighty and have a good one~#art #zkretchy

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cerealmonster15 · 3 months

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dropping everything to look up zodiac compatibilities. for fictional characters. for fanfiction purposes.

#goood lord. i really am tired. i remembered caters aquarius but i had to look up trey #I KNOW TREYS SCORPIO. HE AND THE TWEELS SHARE W/ME I KNOW THAT ONE OUGHHHH ok anyway #since cater's best class is listed as astrology and he says it's fun to look at horoscopes or w/e i feel like i NEED to incorporate that #into the treycay im writing #i. dont know what im gonna do w/it but jfklsdjlfje #but omg:#'Scorpios tend to be more focused on emotional connections and intimacy' +#'Aquarius values their personal space and independence' hello thats so Them...#[scrolling down] 'scorpios can become possessive and jealous' that is NOT so them 😑#however i can still use that lol #i want to have a scene of cater and trey lookin at their horoscopes or something #actually doesnt trey or maybe cater specifically have a line somewhere #about cater sometimes doing the fortune telling for trey for fun or practice?? am i making that up????#i swear 2 god i thought trey had a line about it somewhere #but i have NO idea what context he'd be bringing it up 🤔#or maybe cater said it idk #i know cater does bring up horoscopes in his own broomquet story w/floyd #HMMMM well i got distracted from this cosplay anyway bye #god why is it already 4:30pm i hate everything im so tired LOL

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forecast0ctopus · 3 months

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i am so sorry if this is strange but ive been rewatching quantum leap (the original and the reboot, both so good mwah mwah) and your interests indicate to me that honestly i think you would like both!!! your art of marty really reminds me of sam (og ql) and i really wanted to tell you that 😭😭 sorry this is so scrambled and random !!!! ive really enjoyed your art for a long time!! it fed my bttf / psych love soosososos much !!! i found your art during my bttf telltale game watch !!!! anyway sorrh this is random hope youre having a great day !!!!!!

totally not strange!! im very intrigued actually haha i've never actually known anything about quantum leap besides the title 🤔 there was a high ropes type challenge called quantum leap at a summer camp i went to as a kid haha – looking up the synopsis though it does sound up my alley! i had no idea there was a reboot though, inch resting...... thanks for the recommendation!!! if sam's anything like marty i'll definitely like him. that and i have chronic main character liker disease. anyways thanks sm :D i really appreciate it!! im always thrilled when u guys. like the same things i like haha. love the telltale game....marty's such a liar and hes so funny for it

#ask #anon #it must be known that even if im not actively drawing something all the time it Does Not Ever leave my brain. so the bttf and psych thought #are still very much in there all the time #i was walking down a hill the other day and had the suddent and startling realization #that my gait in that very moment was the same as marty's goofy walk cycle in the game. i dont walk like that i think idk what possessed me #anyways i will have to keep quantum leap on my radar........ im intrigued i would like to know More.........

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jujutsustraycats · 9 months

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I HAVE A QUESTION, BSD FANS AND THEORISTS– (for manga readers only, for now)

This has been probably said before, but...

So we know how abilities dissipate when the user dies, right? In other words, the ability stops working when the soul has left the body, right?

And we also know that Stoker's ability can turn others into vampires, dead or alive. So basically, the ability will reanimate a dead person, while not imitating the original soul.

But the thing is, technically, if the ability-user was dead before being infected by Bram's ability, they would only have the effects of that ability, and not their own, because they're dead and don't have a soul. Right?

Right? We still have hope, right?

#this is me being the three Ds– ditzy. dumb. delusional. big emphasis on delusional.#akutagawa my baby how are you using your ability while being dead-possessed?#am i missing something? i dont know. y'all. be kind to me. i'm too tired to write more than this #and that i'm internally terrified of being judged for my poor opinion #and i know there's no way he could've survived that injury #but let me dream #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai #bsd akutagawa #bram stoker #its 12 smth am now what am i even doing #bsd theory #i guess?

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simcardiac-arrested · 4 months

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OHHHHH MY GOD COMING OFF ANON BECAUSE !??!?!? SCPSL MENTIOn!!?!??!? you are the ONLY person i've EVER seen that mentioned that game in being similar to lethal company ohhhh my god oh my god i used to be so crazy autism over that game Okay. okay. oh my godddd I LOVE(D) SCPSL SO MUCH and it makes me so so so happy to see a game like it get so popular!!! i love lethal company!!! and i love the creatures and the randomly generated facilities and the PROXIMITY chat and the lore (sigurd adn desmond<3) and i love that ALL MY FRIENDS CAN AND DO PLAY ITTT ^__^ its like 14 year old me got blessed by the autism fairy joy and beauty to the world

i don’t know how to say this in a way that wont make me sound like i shouldnt be allowed in public spaces so i’ll just go ahead and say it. I have 200 hours in scpsl

#i havent played it in like 2 or 3 years because one day #it just stopped working on win7. But i got win10 now so theoretically i could play it again. but do i want to #it’s not that it’s a bad game! like i said i’ve had a lot of fun with it. just like lethal company it has some truly #hilarious and truly scary moments #however i can remember a few times where it was just not fun ….. maybe it was the players or the unfair balance or wjatever. But well #i did love it. i love scp and getting to play an scp game for free was life changing to me. IT WAS SO FUN!!#AND I HAD THE MOST BLISSFUL GAMING EXPERIENCE BECAUSE I HAD A BUG WITH MY GAME WHERE I COULDNT HEAR ANYONE AND NO ONE COULD HEAR ME #Probably pissed off my teammates numerous times but well . At least got to exclusively vc with my friends on discord #i think the thing with lethal company (and by extension amogus which is also smth i associate lc with) is that you can play it exclusively #with your buddies. you dont have to join some random ass lobby with random ass people just because the game needs 20 players. U can just #have actual fun. because yes proxy vc is a fun feature for a game but i am seriously grateful that scpsl was bugged for me #i’ve played a lot of ‘shooter’ games (or just games similar to genre) and like Sure im used to people being jerks in game chat or something #but there’s a difference between game chat and straigjt up vc ….. so yeah. i know that it’s barely scpsl’s fault but i just felt like sayin #all that. Blinks #where am i . what am i talking about #sorry for the weird not quite rant about scpsl BUT YES i do think lethal company is quite similar to it. And like if that game was fun again #not to mention the creatures!!! like. coilhead? 173 but well it’s a common trope. eyeless dog? literally 939. A MASK THAT POSSESSES YOU?#DUDE . THIS IS 035 . BRACKEN? okay that’s like 096 but a little to the left #all they need to do now is add a 049 adjacent creature Or perhaps an evil ai computer that locks you in the building or makes landmines #explode on their own. i dont even know. zeekeers hire me #and yeah i love the rng of it all because it makes for a uniquely hilarious/terrifying experience each time. Something it sucks so bad and #you get a facility with like 1 door which is locked. but that too is funny. to me lc isnt about winning it’s about dying in the funniest way #sigmund and desmond lore is also rly good <3 i hope it gets expanded upon. Would love to see some more worldbuilding stuff like WHATHAPPENED #cramswering #anyway. it has been years since i played scpsl and i know tjat they did a bunch of updates and added a bunch of scps . So i dont know if the #game is better or worse now. and i dont know if i want to find out…. what if my game becomes unbugged and i hear people #now THAT’S real horror game material if you ask me

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 1 year

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excuse me i have to say something obscene (which is the point) the master definitely masturbated in the matrix chamber. the heart of gallifrey (”but hes the president. kill him and gallifrey could be yours”), the room he found out about the timeless child in, panopticon right over there, watched but unwatched, witnessed by the dead, the bodies he desecrated, torture room in the cellar, turning his own body, which has been used as a tool so many times by the timelords, back into a base physical thing whichs only purpose is his own pleasure, an agressive retraction of his plea to rassilon in end of time to take him with them in their journey to become beings of consciousness, while turning those same powerful timelords he once begged for acceptance into a perversion of that same ideal, and doing it by doing something that Time Lords Do Not Do; sex. something timelords do not do because of their robbing the timeless child of her regeneration.

a kind of self-love that is 100% spiteful and ironic and painfully self-aware on his part but at the same time a genuine expression of his anger (in a way that 13 is unable to access) and in that somehow looping back to a kind of, if not self-love really, a renewed self-loyalty (contrasted with 13‘s continual self-abandonment), a negation of missys self-betrayal in the doctor falls, the pyrrhic victory that created (not to say birthed) him.

#every time i look at it for longer than 5 seconds the masters anger always reveals itself to be love and #the doctors anger always reveals itself to be fear #if the doctor and him were on speaking terms through all this theyd have sex in the matrix chamber #which.........#actually #if i think about it for a little bit im pretty sure i can make that video #wouldnt be much harder than the thasmissy video i made i think #anyway #master meta #making this post was opening pandoras box rip dfhkghgkj #all the things im now thinking he wouldve done in the matrix chamber while making those cybertimelords #ANYWAYY #unrelated but how do you say like the possessive of which #it always trips me up #i know it's not just which and it's definitely not whichs #but that does sound intuitive to me and im signposting my mistake there but #idk i dont know how to phrase that in english i feel like im missing something but im not sure what it is #frankenstein #i think it deserves the tag it's adjacent #it's in the subtext #rowan come back i want your take on this

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frogathy · 7 months

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childhood was spent thinking i’d go to hell and men would not love me if i swore so now to heal from that i am swearing as much as i fucking can until i come to my own fucking conclusion about how i feel regarding the usage of such crude vocabulary

#it needs to be my own decision and understanding that i do not want to swear #not because other people Told Me it’s not ladylike or im going to go to hell if i do it #if i end up deciding hey you know what i really dont like swearing then Boom i actually have a reason other than guilt and shame #because i will have been able to feel something Other than guilt and shame when swearing. if that makes sense #like instead of being consumed by guilt and shame every time i swear or think about swearing #i am able to come to it without bias and understand for myself (without guilt and shame) why it is wrong or harmful #(or rather IF it is wrong or harmful. ive not comr to my conclusion yet but you can see i still have preconceived notions about it)#and who knows maybe men wont love me after all and i will be unloved by God if i swear #then so be it because ive never known a single thing in my life without someone else telling me #i just want to figure it out and understand for myself without someone holding my hand because im too stupid to come to my own conclusion #my parents put me in a classical school so i could learn to think critically but then have removed every chance for me to think critically #because they are afraid i will make the wrong decision (even though supposedly i have learned critical thinking™)#and they didnt do that intentionally of course. and this sounds resentful but i truly dont mean it that way #i LOVE my parents and the fact that they wanted to put money into giving us good education rather than just nice possessions #they have wonderful hearts and the best of intentions. but no parent is perfect and every single one will affect their kids in some way #whether they meant to or not. or maybe they did something with good intention without realizing the harmful outcome #every day i realize that individuation is an actual thing and its not just a montage in a disney movie #froegis meep tag

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flovverworks · 27 days

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after a billion yrs i added a lil line about my gbf verse.....<3 one day i might flesh it out to something in-universe, but since gbf is so "oh ure from another world? ya that happens..." i....am gonna keep w that..........(also cuz i do think discussing the different ways of magic, moon-enemy & this n that is more fun like this

#stardust speaking !#i do wanna write but im unsure when ill do so #anyway i need to talk abut that one 1.5 moment with that weird car horn sfx after murrs fancy speech cuz i #was thinking about it again due to one of the descriptions in the alterego event #i still didnt check the website btw is it available info why snows adult and whites a kid or is that a waiting game cuz #that.....#sometimes when i think abuot paradoxroid i think about them. that one was fkd up #snow&white r so fascinating to me #snow & white & figaro & oz are even more fascinating #oz who only started learning abut the world because arthur asked things about the world.................#oz who made arthur pancakes.................................#they make me ill. figaro feels like he should be the most welladapted cuz in some ways he IS. guy who lies about his power and age and love #humans and that one offhand line in 2nd anni about how he has cared for kids!??!? dude i need to reread 2nd anni did that ever get brought #up again #but figaro & love is................guy who leaves when he thinks he isnt loved anymore #<-guy who was taught by snow&white who valued e/o the most #2nd anni makes me lose my mind. figaro and fausts convo. both who felt like it was the other who left LIKE FIGAROS SURPRISE WAS UNREEEAAALL #somethings deeply wrong with him i am so intrigued #i need to go reread his pt2 parts like what the actual hell dude #the mental gymnastics he does in one part is ? id like to study u and the twins under a microscope #this is all shallowly/casually speaking about it btw theres a lot of things left&right about all of these topics that makes them very yummy #i think what gets me the most about pt2 is that a lot of it is things that we alrdy knew regarding characters feelings etc. such as figaro #but seeing them say it themself makes me faint #OH MY GOOODDDDDD THE FLASHBACK CONVO WITH OZ AND FIGARO? ABOUT WOULD U SAVE THE PERSON U LOVE OR THE WORLD #AND HOW FIGARO ENDS UP FALTERING DEAR LOOOOORRRDDDDDDDDDDDDD #fucked up family (affectionate)#i need to think of modern aus again i thought about arthur calling snow & white granpa for one second and everything hrut #ok im sorry i dont know what possessed me. i promise ill be rereading stuff soon #one more thing. fausts part in pt2. god. but in this cursed world the sage trusted me...

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hqmillioncorn · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite Day One: Envoy

"Can you believe it? They actually lost?" "Not a surprise." Cherrypit wanted to turn right back around and sit by the river again. It never even crossed his mind to think whether these soldiers were talking about him or not. He just knew they were talking about his sister, the one most everyone thought he was. The cut on his head was hurting again. He had let everyone down. This was all his fault. He was supposed to be stronger than this.

Cherrypit ran from one side of the room to the next, grabbing as many things as he could in his arms. Stuffed dolls, puzzle pieces from unfinished puzzles, toy knives, real knives and all the little things in his and Bebe’s room that he knew he would miss on this trip.

He very quickly found out how much easier it was to carry things when both his hands and his arms were bigger. It was just another small boon to the fact that he was currently controlling his sister’s body rather than his own. Though if Cherrypit had to decide whether being taller was worth having his sister around or not-he would take his sister over any height requirement any day.

Cherrypit paused and mused over a can of beads in his hands. He shook them over and over and laughed at the funny noises they made. Bebe had been practicing how to make stuff with them while Cherrypit helpfully mixed around the can of beads together. It was always like that.

Cherrypit turned over to a Brina doll that had been dutifully folding Cherry’s clothes into a suitcase. Rest assured the suitcase was a bright pink color.

“Brina?” Cherrypit shook the can of beads one more time, “Should I take?” he asked.

The Brina doll looked at him and the beads and spun around in place before giving her answer to Cherrypit. Which came as a cryptic “Yip-Yip-hoooo!!” that only Cherrypit could possibly understand.

“Ok!!!” Cherry grinned and opened the can to take just a few beads in his hands. Brina had made a good point that he could lose the beads during the adventure and Cherrypit didn’t want to lose any of them, since they meant so much to his sister. Cherrypit chose the prettiest beads he could see, most of them were pink and yellow.

There wasn’t much else left around the room that he could feasibly fit into a suitcase.

Cherrypit took a few more trips around the room, looking around for anything he might have missed. There were a few stray pieces of paper around the floor, leftover from the time when he and Cola had gotten really obsessed with making paper chains for a whole month.

“I should take you!” Cherrypit called out to the scraps of paper to assure them he didn’t forget about them. He bent down and began picking them up one by one, with each different color. Eventually the trail ran out and Cherrypit’s hands were full.

Cherrypit moved to stand up but unfortunately the paper trail had stopped right under a large table.

Cherrypit hit his head against the edge of the table with a BANG!

He let out a loud cry that only happened to be heard by every single one of his toys in the room. As they all rushed to his side Cherrypit continued to cry to himself as he held the spot on his head that hurt the most.

It stung in more ways than one.

Cherrypit rested his palm over the bandage on his forehead. The bandage was covering up a deep cut, Alisaie had put it on Cherrypit shortly after he had received the injury. It probably needed to be changed soon, but Cherrypit didn’t know that

A small tonberry plush climbed up on Cherrypit’s head and gently patted his head. Cherrypit let out one last sob and sniffle, his eyes were still watery. He hated everything about his injury.

He hated how he got it, what had happened, and who had done it.

Cherrypit scooted a little bit back, determined not to repeat the same mistake as last time, and stood back up.

Rubbing the tears out of his eyes one last time, he caught sight of the robe on the bed.

It was one of his sister’s favorites. She called it the coziest and the warmest and the best one to wear if you were ever going into an important battle. Cherrypit remembered her description word for word. Which was part of the big reason it was one of the clothes he was going to take with him.

Without a single moment to waste Cherrypit ran over to the bed, knocking the tonberry plush off his head in the process. He grabbed the robe and bundled up to carry in his arms, deciding he would change into it later. It was almost sunrise and Cherrypit knew that Butter and Pancake would be waking up soon. If there were any people in the mansion that would stop him from leaving, it would be those two. And Cinnamon. Maybe?

He knew that they all meant well and that Butter had promised he would take care of him but Cherrypit was determined to follow the others on their trip no matter what.

Cherrypit had to make it all up. There was going to be some way to say he was sorry for messing everything up at Rhalgr’s Reach. And he was going to do that by helping out with whatever anyone would need in…um.

Wherever they were going!! Yeah!!!

“Let’s go! Let’s go!!” Cherrypit cried out to his toys as they pushed the suitcase behind him. As they left the room Cherrypit made sure to turn around and remind them to be quiet since they were sneaking around. Then, Cherrypit loudly sang a song to himself about frying squids that Bebe had sung one day.

The pier was as busy as ever, maybe even more so with everyone that was running around making last minute preparations for this last minute trip.

Cherrypit pushed his bright pink suitcase around, not giving a single thought to just how conspicuous and out of place he might appear. Thankfully everyone around him was too busy in their own affairs to pay attention to a small lalafell weaning an oversized healer’s robe.

Just as Cherrypit was about to attempt to board the boat he happened to hear two very familiar voices having a conversation. Cherrypit let out a surprised squeak and quickly moved to hide behind two perfectly sized crates. He poked his little head over the top, “Lulu? Hane?” Those voices belonged to them but Cherrypit wasn’t sure if they had seen him or not.

For the time being it looked like he was safe, as Lunya and Hanabi’s attention was drawn to the skies above them rather than what (or who) was behind them.

As close as he was, the sound of the ocean and the commotion around him drowned out much of the conversation for Cherrypit.

“Do you think that seagulls have some sort of vendetta against Coco?”

“No, I think one of them must have mistaken his floofy hair for food.”

If Cherrypit had been just a little taller he might have noticed thatCoco was sitting on the ground next to Lunya, recovering from being almost carried away by a seagull.

As Hanabi pensively gave Coco a pat on the shoulder, Cherrypit noticed that a few barrels next to his crates were slowly being carried onto the boat. “Ooooh…?” The baby-sized gears in his head were turning and all he needed was one last push to make his decision.

That last push came in the form of Calca and Brina lifting him and his suitcase up and into an open barrel before jumping in there with him. While Cherrypit had been busy watching what his friends were doing, both dolls had been hard at work throwing the oranges that had been inside the barrel straight into the ocean, so there would be more room in there for Cherrypit, his suitcase, and them.

As Cherrypit adjusted himself in the barrel he hugged both dolls “Thank you!” he said, giving them both a tight hug. “Yip-Yip-Ho!!” Sadly there was no room for them to spin around in the barrel but they would live.

It had been a total of twenty hours that Cherrypit had been awake now. So it was little surprise that as soon as he had gotten comfortable amongst the oranges he quickly fell asleep. Calca and Brina decided to let him sleep as they prepared to attack anyone who would be unlucky enough to crave an orange in the middle of the night.

At one point the swaying of the ship was enough to rouse Cherrypit from his nap.

“Mmmh…? Cherrypit rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes and looked around. There was a slight twinge of sadness when he realized he wasn’t sleeping next to his sister. Then he remembered where exactly he was and what he was doing.

Before he could ask Calca or Brina if anything had happened while he was asleep he heard Lunya’s voice from outside the barrel.

“Butter..! Butter! Slow down! Tell me everything again.” She was pacing around in circles and using her free hand to twirl her long hair around her fingers. “First of all-don’t panic! Just because you can’t find Cherry doesn’t mean he’s missing. You know how he is. Maybe he’s just hiding somewhere to surprise you. That’s all!” Lunya was secretly hoping that her suspicion was right. She was a little bit more than worried too, considering everything that was going on with Cherrypit.

Cherrypit felt really bad for leaving without telling Butter. He hoped that he wasn’t too sad that he didn’t say goodbye to him. And now it sounded like Butter was so sad he was calling Lunya about it.

“Sorry Butts…” he whispered to himself.

As Butter told Lunya that he, Pancake and Cinnamon had looked pretty much everywhere-a large wave hit the side of the boat, causing it to heavily lurch to the side.

“Woah!!” Lunya waved her arms around to balance herself. As caught off guard as she was she still managed to float a little off the ground to avoid falling onto the floor of the deck.

‘Lunya?! Are you okay?! I heard a huge noise!! Did something happen?!’ Butter’s voice sounded more worried now than ever. Not only was Cherrypit missing, now Lunya could be in danger too?! Could things possibly get any worse?!?!

Lunya, who was about to reassure Butter that everything was fine, stopped in her tracks when she heard a crashing noise behind her. She felt something roll up behind her foot, looking down she noticed an orange rolling past her, then two, then three. Following the source of the oranges led her to the answer to Butter;s desperate question.

There, lying in a pile of oranges was Cherrypit and his bright pink suitcase, alongside his loyal Calca and Brina dolls.

Cherrypit was too dizzy to notice the jig was up or to do anything about it.

Lunya picked up an orange from the ground and let out a sigh, “Butter I found Cherrypit.”

‘Really?! That’s a relief! I was really worried for a ... Wait…’ Butter stopped just short of finishing his sentence. It was at that moment he remembered that Lunya was currently in the middle of the ocean aboard a boat that was heading to Kugane.

‘Don’t tell me…He’s on the...’

“He’s on the boat!”

#ffxivwrite2023 #lunya #hanabi #coco #butter #cherrypit #wahooo i dont know what possessed me to make it sorta longish but here we are its not gonna last #i guess this is sorta a sequel to an entry i wrote for lalapril like 2 years back #as if anyone but me remembers that one #cherrypits still a little hung up on losing to zenos and its like He wants to live up to how cool his sister is #he wants to be just as amazing as his perception of her is but thats kinda impossible but he cant know that hes just baby #its sorta the first time hes feeling strong emotions that arent angry or happy #like before hand if something sad happened hed just be angry or confused #give him some time

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