#wuh luh wuhs

[cozystars]

Waaaaaaaaaaaat the fuck kind of tension is this

Bonus! A personal Wapeach design - Princess Plum

#cosmo creates #doodles #character design #JP&E #I'd like to think Plum is the heiress to some failing fashion company in New Donk Cit-ay #making her a princess (in the non-tradtional way) and also willing to cling onto any form of relevancy lol #just like waluigi and wario. YAY #now. Wuh and Luh. well :) #I'll just leave at there's some weird 'envy ouroboros' #Waluigi stole the guys name after he got some notoriety #Luigi wishes he had that much confidence to the point of jealousy #very normal people #princess plum #<jic i draw her again

[anthenasikes]

WOMEN ?!!? REAL

#wuh luh wuh in my dnd podcast ??? #jay ferin #just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi riptide #ant’s art tag #getting back into my nonsensical collaging arc

[moraius]

Some Kafhime sketch ue ue

#kafhime #kafka #himeko #hsr #honkai star rail #wuhs luh wuhs moment #doodle #sketch

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

yk that scene in escape from snackatraz where burgs and bonz-eye are talking and frostferatu just watches them? yeah this is what i imagine was running thru his brain

#botbots tag 🏪 #burgerbonz #frostferatu #burgertron #bonz eye #transformers botbots #botbots #tf botbots #“why's ronnie so banged up” slammed his big dummy face in2 a vending machine <3 #also heyyyy there's my frostferatu design #like i said i have mini redesigns for most of if not all the botbots #some of them are minor cosmetic ones (bonz eye) some of them are major overhauls (burgertron) #frostferatu leans more on the minor cosmetic changes end tbh #anyways this scene makes me giggle whys he just standing there watching them. absolute goofer #'everybody shut up theyre having a wuh luh wuh moment' - him probably #sorry for referring to a canonically m / f pairing as yuri . theyre both nonbinary lesbian girls in my heart i'll do it again

[starry-night-author]

June of Doom Day #8

"Breathe, damn you!"

June of Doom Prompt List

It was nearly four minutes later that the captive was finally hauled back up onto the deck. The crew mates gathered around to see if she was alive or not.

"Out of my way!" The captain shoved past the gathered crowd, her lacy cuffs and long coat fluttering in the wind. Somehow, despite the immense blustering, her large hat managed to stay perfectly perched on her head.

She fell to he knees next to the captive, rolling her over onto her back. The captain's knees were already soaked from the puddle of water around the captive, but she didn't care.

The captive was completely unresponsive, she lay there limply, her long hair strewn out across the deck. The captain immediately began CPR, holding the captive's nose closed and blowing into her mouth before starting chest compressions.

"Breathe," she growled to the captive, putting her everything into the compressions. Thirty, followed by blowing into her mouth again. "Come on- breathe, damn you!"

Still no response.

The shocked silent crew gathered around them watched as the captain gave a cry of frustration and agony, before collapsing on the body of the captive, her shoulders shaking with sobs beneath her wide-brimmed hat.

The captive was a thief, who'd managed to steal even the captain's heart.

#oh god what do I even tag this one #wlw #f/f #writing #snippet #writing snippet #can I tag it as hero x villain- #juneofdoom #starry-night-author #captain #creative writing #sapphic #sapphic writing #wlw writing #slkdjflsk I can only read that as wuh-luh-wuh #pirates

[boag]

People love to tell me I should go back to dating girls whenever I complain abt guys and like… sometimes it sounds super enticing but then I remember that every single girl who swipes right on me on bumble always has a bio like this

#this girl was super pretty too why are the wuh luh wuh in real life always like this

[ratgingi]

im showing this off bc it turned out really cute . have michy and her wife (who belongs to @aurinn-n )

#dialtown oc #jack dlc #hobos creations #i love them ok . wuh luh wuhs

[chiimeramanticore]

how do you guys pronounce bbwl in your head

#i say it bee buh luh wuh #yes i know the w comes before the l #juno.txt

[sbnkalny]

Mlem wuh luh Wuh solidarity

dationre.do

#QUOTE #DAY 12 #Mlem Wuh luh WUH solidarity

[girlyliondragon]

*Goes through my drafts*

*It's all gay shit*

Oop-

#Will I ever get out of my wuh luh wuh ship phase I don't think so. Not now anyways #Em Speaks

[blastburnt]

oh god i'm doing it again. im going down a wlw fanfic spiral

#i think this usually signals that i am not doing so great anf choose to live vicariously through the Wuh Luh Wuhs #but thats cool because i love women #and i love reading about em #right now its specifically of blygbank or whatever their ship name is. but honestly? its more about emma than anything cos my god #i am legitimately obsessed with her HELP ME 😭😭 generic white woman got me in a chokehold

[ultimatelyunassuming]

Half of my homestuck ships are pairs i think are funny

#[uu] is online #other half are the wuh luh wuhs

[coltonclay]

Me whenever two girls/women in fiction are just so dedicated to each other, protecting one another from danger: um… are you guys……….. you know

#my brain forgets about the rest of the story and just focuses in on the wuh-luh-wuh

[nylatrashcan]

wuh luh wuh ❤️💙

#heathers musical #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #chansaw #wlw art #sapphics <3

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 8

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Next Chapter: Part 9

Author’s Note: I know this chapter is a lot shorter than my previous one's but, I figured it was better than nothing. I might end up rewriting this to make it longer or something.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account, which I update more frequently.

Warnings: Swearing. Some threats of violence. (1,276 words)

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“I love you, (Y/N).”

He said it so genuinely, like there was nothing wrong with the situation. Like he hadn’t taken you from your home, stalked you, tormented you, fucking bashed your head in with a baton. He said the words as if he was just a regular school boy confessing to his crush.

It made you sick to your stomach.

“Well? Are you guh-going to say something?”

He sounded impatient, as if you were the one in the wrong somehow. You looked up from the ground, his dark eyes and expression turning colder each second that passed.

“You’re insane.”

Wrong answer.

Toby’s face dropped, and with a heavy tension in the air, he raised his arm, his hand closing into a fist.

You prepared for the worst.

Then, Toby took a sharp breath, holding it for a moment, and exhaled. Slowly lowering his hand again. Trying to muster up the strength to not lash out, most likely.

“I’ll give you some time to warm up to me. I wuh-won’t hurt you.” He paused, thinking. “I’ll tuh-try not to.”

He didn’t sound very convincing.

You decided to hold your tongue for the time being. At least until you came up with a game plan to get out of this fucking place.

Toby sat down on the couch next to you, still pissed off. The sudden shift in weight causing you to look over at him. It was hard not to notice just how big he was. Tall and lanky, but at this distance it was obvious he did some kind of exercise. He’d be hard to take down on your own, and you’d need some kind of weapon that could immediately incapacitate him. He couldn’t feel pain. You knew that now.

“See suh-somethin’ you luh-like?”

Your thoughts were interrupted, noticing the wide grin stretched across Toby’s face as he looked you over. You had been staring.

Albeit, you were trying to figure out how to kick his ass, but you had been staring nonetheless.

Frowning, you decided it was best to stay silent, choosing to just shake your head ‘no’.

Toby sighed. The noise making you jump a little. “There’s nothing you can do now.” He put his arm around you, your body tensing as you were pulled into him. “And that’s okay.”

The ends of fingers started playing with your hair.

“It isn’t.”

Your voice came out quieter than you’d had hoped. But soon rose from desperation, sadness, anger or a combination of the three.

“It isn’t okay. I have a life, I have fucking friends who care about me, you can’t just tell me it’s okay. God! How could a person be so selfish?!”

“Because I can.” Toby hissed. “Fuh-for once I can be selfish. I finally found suh-something that I want. So I’m going to get it. Even if I have to drag you back here kicking and screaming over and over again.”

His words sunk in, like a rock falling into a bottomless pit.

“You’ll have to.”

Toby laughed cruelly at your response, not phased at all by your determination. He leaned forward in his seat, playing and picking with the skin on his hands. His nose scrunched in a smile, and he turned his head to you, putting a hand on your knee. “That’s fine. I duh-don’t mind a cat and muh-mouse chase every once in a while.”

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You felt numb. Your brain buzzing, probably the after effects from the head injury Toby gave you. All the energy you had was focused on the fireplace on the other side of the room. You could hear your captor behind you in the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards. After a couple of failed attempts to get you to speak, he resorted to pacing the cabin, occasionally glaring at you. Muttering phrases and curses under his breath. He finally stopped when your stomach started growling, quickly making his way to the fridge to find you something to eat. Of course, you didn’t ask him to. You decided you weren’t going to ask him for anything.

But there was one thing that had started to bug you, well, other than the whole kidnapping thing.

Scanning the room more intently, you noticed two hatchets that hung by the front door. One with a bright orange handle, and the other dull and wooden. They looked well used, and if it wasn’t your paranoia just seeing things, there were definitely specks of red on the handles and on the holster they hanged from.

It made you wonder what Toby did in his free time.

Sure, you had asked him before if he was going to kill you. And he had alluded to murdering people in his fits of rage. And although you never saw any evidence of it, bloody fucking axes on the wall seemed like pretty solid proof.

You moved closer to get a better look at them.

“Hey. Yuh-your food.”

A bowl of cold soup was shoved in front of your face.

Toby stood next to you frowning, trying to figure out what you were looking so intensely at.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I was - um….. Nothing?” You stammer back.

He placed the bowl into your hand and walked over to the wall, lifting the leather holster off the hooks. The blades of the hatchets swung as he carried them over, before sitting down on a musty chair across from you.

“You like em’?” Toby asked, a hint of tease in his voice, like he was trying to be playful.

“Not really” You shot back.

“Aw, yuh-you’re hurting my feelings.”

Toby took the orange one out of the holster, tossing it back and forth in his hands with ease. He looked up at you for a moment and smirked, before l lifting the handle behind his head, and throwing it forward. It missed your head by a few inches, but you still ducked instinctively. The blade connected on the other side of the wall with a loud ‘THUNK’, the force knocking some empty bottles off the window sill and shattering on the floor.

“What the fuck!”

He cackled at your reaction, throwing his head back in the chair. After a few moments he collected himself.

“Duh-don’t worry, I have good aim.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. "Why do you have those?”

He glanced over at the hatchet embedded in the wall and then back to you. “Firewood.” Was his curt response.

You didn’t believe him.

A small buzzing sound came from Toby’s pocket, startling you both for a moment. He furrowed his brows, before taking out his phone, and glanced down at the screen. He grimaced, reading through something.

“F-fuck.”

If you were wanting an explanation, you weren’t going to get one. Because he got up from his chair and angrily stormed through his home, saying nothing, and grabbing items to get ready for something. He stopped in front of you with a small plastic bag.

Zip ties.

Of course he would tie you up.

“Get up.”

You rose to your feet hesitantly, not liking his tone at all. Something in those texts must have set him off. His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, practically dragging you back to his bedroom where you had first woken up in this hell hole. He threw you onto the bed, and placed your wrist against a metal pole on his bed frame, securing the zip tie to your hands so you couldn’t move. Toby grinned once he was done.

“There. Suh-so you don’t get any ideas while I’m guh-gone.”

Before he left the house, you heard him call out.

“I’ll be back soon!”

#creepypasta #ticci toby #reader insert #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #yandere ticci toby x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #yandere #toby rogers #fanfiction #my writing #yandere ticci toby

[mircalla]

#wlw #sapphic #queer #polls