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{Follow-up post to that "It's 11PM on a school night" post-- it is a few weeks later now. Yes, I slept. It was my Geography teacher saying "May 29th is National Kagetane Hiruko day". Weird. Anywho- this is a fic abt an OC of mine dying, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ. So- MASSIVE TW on the entire thing..Enjoy<3}
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Another day, another petal. Another week, another flower. That's how this worked. Hanahaki.
Mika hunched over the bathroom sink, cheeks soaked with tears as she coughed up bloodied petals and leaves. This happened more frequently ever since he came back. It had just begun to lessen up, after the surgery- so why did he have to do this?
Gasping for breath, she managed to stand up fully. Mika had begun to eat less and less, working herself to death. Her body was gaunt, spine and ribs now visible. Scars littered her body, most of them self inflicted. Shaking her head, she stumbled over to the couch- flopping down. If Mika was going to die, she didn't want it to happen in the bathroom.
A familiar pain surged through her chest, vines and flowers pushing themselves from her lungs out of her mouth. It was impossible to breath, blood clogging her throat. Mika didn't fight, didn't reach up to pull them out. No. She accepted her inevitable fate, eyes glossing over. Her eyelids grew heavy, adrenaline pumping through her body. Mika could feel her heart slowing, blood pouring from the corners of her mouth. Soon, the world grew dark, nothing but the ever thickening silence to comfort her in her final moments.
Hi lovely, could I get a slasher matchup? (If you’re still doing them!) <3
I’m a 20 year old female, and my pronouns are she/her/they/them. I’m 5’6, decently fit, I have blue eyes, and shoulder length green hair with an undercut (although the color is always changing!) I have a couple tattoos and plan to get more soon. I tend to gravitate toward more 70’s-ish styles, but love to bum it in oversized sweatshirts too.
I’m the definition of crazy cat lady and could talk for hours about my beloved kitties. I also love to talk about ghosts/paranormal stuff and Cryptids (especially Mothman). My hobbies include baking, Irish dance, and drawing.
I’m very shy when I first meet people, but when I grow comfortable with them i can be very loud and a bit weird, but I’m always a loyal friend. My humor is absolutely broken. You could show me a video of a cheeseburger with a bass boosted fart in the background and I would be in tears. I basically have the humor of a 12 year old. I also tend to randomly quote TikToks a lot, like “oh no… our table… it’s broken!”
Although I’m a very fun person and try to be cheerful, I do have a few medical issues that really take a toll on me; such as my psoriasis, tachycardia, anemia, and IBS. I’m cold 24/7 no matter how warm it is and will steal all the blankets. When I’m having really bad flare ups I’m a mess and can’t get out of bed by myself due to the pain and discomfort. I try not to let it get the best of me but, when flare ups happen the best way to make myself feel better is to curl up under the blankets and watch movies all day with my cats.
Ah, Hello! I am still doing matchups, and yes- they're open :) I deem thee my first Ask!
I match you with Bo Sinclair, seeing as how you two are VERY similar
Bo absolutely loves your sense of humor, even though he tries to hide it. The fact that you always quote something random never ceases to make him crack up.
Your tattoos to him are an admirable quality, as well as your hair! He loves helping you try different colors :)
Bo will often hang your drawings around the house, cracking down on anyone who says anything bad about them.
Although Bo prefers dogs, he still can't help but be found asleep with the little cuties either on him, or around him. If he's caught, he'll deny everything.
The male will rarely join you in dancing, seeing as how he falls on his ass every time.
Bo isn't the most affectionate person, but he won't say no if you randomly come up and hug him. (He finds it adorable)
Bo will ALWAYS care for you when flare-ups happen- the man gets worried :( Sometimes, he'll even cuddle with you and your cats!
He'll often times make random noises to make you laugh, seeing as how he finds the sound absolutely heartwarming.
Sorry it's short! And late- I've had a lot of family issues recently--
{Hola, @tragicuspoeta 👀👀 Its late, yes- but here I am. And with the fic, nonetheless. Simp. Also also- I'm sorry it's kinda short. Writers block being a bitch today}}
.Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader.
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Days at the factory were long, and hard. You were the.. Lover of the stinky Metal Man known as Karl Heisenberg. You knew full well his life was stressful, but now that you two had grown close, it was worse. Lady Dimitresque didn't approve of you being with her brother, nor did she approve of you. You were human.
But it didn't bother you that much, lady D had always been like that. Karl, however, was fuming. "The fuck's up her ass? Lady super-sized bitch." Karl didn't particularly like his Sister, and that was only elevated now that you two were together. You placed your hand atop of his, causing Karl's movements to still. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, a sigh escaping the man. "How about we take a break from work today? You and I both deserve some rest." Karl grumbled something under his breath, before nodding.
He lead you to his room, kicking his boots off, as well as shrugging off his coat. He had flopped onto the bed beside you, causing you to jump with the mattress. From the corner of your eye, you saw him scoot just a little closer. When you had laid down, Karl's arms were already around you. Hah. It was clear the man was touch-starved, after years of being forced into that family.
{Haha- Hi, @yourlocalsleepparalysisdemon :) this fic targets your simpieness. I am v mean}
Soft! EJ x Plus Size GN Reader Fluff
Jack was, well, weird. Not in the way you'd expect, however. He wasn't overly controlling or evil, no no. In fact, he was the exact opposite. A soft man, one who a person could be themselves around.
Of course, he had his more.. Animalistic habits. The way he'd always tilt his head whenever you showed him something, how he'd purr during the cuddle sessions between the two of you. Jack was almost always lending you something of his to wear- usually hoodies. Like a mother, Jack was always worried about you. So- in his mind, if you were wearing something of his, or smelled like him- people wouldn't bother you. It was his senting, or mark.
He was also ungodly tall, being 6'6-- but it always came to your advantage. You see, with Jack being a cannibal, he stayed out of the Manor often. So much so, that he had given away his bed in exchange for a king sized sleeping bag.
So here you were, cuddled up to the chest of a very clingy, very happy EJ. Jack didn't mind at all that you were on the larger side, in fact- he loved it. There was more of you to hold, more to love. You were his little pillow, after all. Jack took your insecurities and showed you that they were not something to be ashamed of, they made you who you were; a remarkable little human.
One of Jack's arms was placed on the curve of your back, the other raking through your hair ever so gently. It could've been the AC- but you swore Jack was purring. Usually, EJ never took off his mask. But when it was just the two of you, he never wore it.
And you took full advantage of it. Cupping his cheek in your palm caused the man to lean into your touch, much like a lost kitten. A slight grin came to his face as he gave your palm a light little nip, earning a squeak from you.
{Marble Hornets/Creepypasta Tim/Masky x Reader. Fluff beware}
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It had been a long day.. A really-- really long day. Most everyone at the mansion had been sent on missions, leaving You, Ben, Slender and Sally. You had already tried talking to Ben- but he had been busy gaming.. And trolling people. Currently, you were having a tea party with Sally; the little girl being overjoyed at the fact that you were here. "Would you like some more tea, Y/N?" She said in a fake fancy voice- giggling as she did. You smiled. "Why, of course! Thank you, Princes Sally." You help out the plastic tea-cup, Sally pouring the 'tea' into the cup. Overall, it was a wholesome interaction.
The two of you stayed like that for hours, until Slender had popped in- telling Sally it was time for bed. Before she was tucked in, Sally wrapped her arms around you- thanking you for the Tea Party.
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Sighing, you flopped onto your bed, face first. Still no sign of Tim. Not even bothering to change clothes, you curled up under the covers, fetal position. So you waited. And waited. And waited.. And waited....... And waited......................... And waited. It had been hours now, and still no show. You tried sleeping-- nothing.
"He'll be back in the morning, if not- he'll be back sometime." "Sooner than that, hon." Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to the new weight on the bed. Tim. He had a tendency to sneak up behind you at random times- hugging you from behind. "You were gone too long." You whined, leaning into him. Tim only chuckled. "One day isn't too long. But I suppose for you it would be." His mask had been placed on the counter, allowing the male to nuzzle his face into the crease of your neck.
"I missed you." Tim didn't much express his feelings, in public, that is. But in private, the man was a clingy little shit. Only for his Y/N though. "I missed you more." You felt him grin, before a small kiss was placed on your neck.
The lack of Kagetane Hiruko content on this app should be criminal. He has nice hands, overall Alastor-Type Guy. HE EVEN WEARS A M A S K. Absolute unit of a man. He a stronk boy.
I mean-
Look at this shit.
He's fine as hell- hot as hell, too. I am dissatisfied and disappointed in Tumblr. Yall bitches would love this.