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RAAAAAAAA SERIREI SWEEP
#i think its funny thats theyre on the board but dead last#in character.#mp100#mob psycho 100#serirei#pic
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"What even is a body count?" no one tell her specifically, she's quietly contemplating while pouring coffee then perking. "Is it how many you've managed to successfully taken down? I somehow fear that's not what it means"
#IN CHARACTER.#// no one tell Sayuri what it is she's just: how many men I've made cry? a lot#// the irony since y'know she's a virgin#suggestive ///#suggestive
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Empty (C! Dream Team X Reader)
Fandom: Dream SMP
Requested: Day 14 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!
Warnings: Depressed reader
Pronouns: You/your
W.C. 438
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
Writing Inktober 2022 Materlist
~~(^Google/Redbubble)
They knew this was coming. As soon as you alluded to violence, something you tried your best to stay out of, they knew. One day, you would crack. They just did not expect it to be today.
They were running around L’Manburg, frantically looking for you as they knew that Wilbur was planning on blowing it up. It wasn’t until Sapnap saw you talking with Wilbur in an alley that they knew what was going to happen. Instead of immediately running to you, Sapnap went in search of Dream and George, knowing it would be easier to talk you down with all of them there. When they all came back, you were gone, and Wilbur was nowhere to be seen.
It is when they see Philza running towards the alley that they see a hidden button that a secret door opened up, and inside, you starring blankly at the only button on the wall.
“Y/N/N,” George said quietly as they all entered the room. You don’t acknowledge them. “What are you doing?”
“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” you started. “They hate us. They hate me. And I was one of the ones who built it.” You paused. You looked back at your three boyfriends. George looked upset, Sapnap looked angry, and you couldn’t see Dream’s face. You just smiled at them, but the glint in your eye did not show happiness. Your eyes were wild, and none of them could gauge your next move. You turned back to the wall before shouting, “The thing that I build this nation for doesn’t exist anymore!”
“Wait,” Dream interrupted. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking of,” Sapnap tried.
“It’s over,” you laughed as you pressed the button and TNT began exploding around the festival. Dream and Sapnap jumped to pull you back, from getting killed, while George was frozen in shock. Once it came to an end, your laughing stopped, and you signed, “it’s finally over.”
“Are you okay? Why would you do that?” Sapnap exclaimed burying his face into your neck, glad that you didn’t lose your last life.
“They hate me,” you said simply. You pointed out toward the citizens of L’Manburg who were all looking at the four of you. “Look at them.”
“They don’t hate you,” George said, coming up behind you. Dream stood in front of you all, blocking the view of onlookers.
“Why would you do that?” Dream pushed quietly.
“I’m empty, so if you’ve ever loved me, kill me,” you said with a wavering voice and tears collecting in your eyes. “Please.”
~Y/N was killed by Dream with Nightmare~
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#dream team x reader#writing inktober 2022#bad268#Dream Team#dream smp x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#sapnap x reader#georgenotfound x reader#poly dream team x reader#dream x sapnap x george x reader#in character.#thing268#ship268
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STATUS:
EXTREMELY FUCKED UP STAIRCASE
IT'S NOT LIKE A NORMAL STAIRCASE
IT'S CURLY
>>> new team assemble! @howlighte , @galacticemperorsolaris , @cardhearted
“Yikes.”
Yikes is right. He wasn’t even prepared to fight ghosts with his own team, now he’s gotta battle the ghoul realm with this guy, that kid, and Jack. Davaa’s deadpan exclamation of dread and frustration did little to portray he was actually perturbed. He was at least 2% perturbed.
The following deep sigh did more to get across the exhaustion. He scratched the back of his head, then craning his neck to survey his immediate surroundings. More tacky architecture. Super!
Davaa cups his hands around his mouth as if about to shout. “YOOOOOO!” then he shouts. Just the three of them, and himself. “Huh. This sucks. Bet we're not even getting financial compensation, what if I develop a disease in 20 years?”
#nru: strikers#in character.#If you or a loved one has been diagnosed with Mesothelioma you may to be entitled to financial compensation#howlighte#galacticemperorsolaris#cardhearted
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" ah, sorry .. he's not bothering you, is he ? " a nervous chuckle falls from roseate lips, aoife's expression twisted into a mixture of concern and apology. she reached down to pet her dog, clearly a bit older in age but still very healthy, youthful, and vibrant in personality. she had only meant to stop inside pierre's shop for a few minutes, and pooch usually did well to stay right by the door, sat patiently and waiting for her to return. but clearly, someone of interest had caught his eye.
" i hope he didn't startle you. he's a friendly dog. " pooch meant well, after all – even now, there was no hostility in the german shepherd's eyes as his tail wagged to and fro, mouth open as he panted in contentment.
open starter. mutuals only, pre established on acquaintances acceptable. aoife's dog, pooch, wandered off and approached one of the people in pelican town while she was shopping in pierre's.
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"hey! that shit's not fer fuckin' free! why do you think i live in a rent free fucking hotel?! i'm broke! give me my shit back!"
#* dash comm.#can't believe my first dash comm is about stealing underwear#i feel like i missed the hype tho bc i just tuned back in iuwhrgejkth#and i'm gonna miss more bc im going to bed soon#in character.#oh well uhgretirjk
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this was initially just a sketch in a sketch dump but I decided to do it up for fun and I am IN LOVE w the result. Lad :)
#in character.#admins art.#d&d is consuming my life right now honestly#I'm in a bit of a depression flare and I have ZERO motivation for literally anything including hobbies I usually enjoy#but d&d is somehow breaking even that wall down which is awesome so I'm just rolling with it#LOVE this animals [shimp]
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173cm (5'8~ish) is not short!
#in character.#dash commentary.#ordinary courage — makoto#makoto who has a height complex he usually keeps under wraps: its.... average heighted!!#went from 160cm to......an average height...!!!!
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"You're so pretty with my hand around your throat." {Darko to Mare // spicebook}
♪ the pressure against their throat is heavenly. the threat of his airways being severed made him run hot--and he's sure he's already started drooling. at this point, darko's teased him with doing small squeezes, and mare doesn't handle teasing well.
♪ "yeah?" he preens at the compliment and sits up a little straighter, his legs shifting into a more comfortable position than his knees. "would it be prettier with your hand's bruises on it?"
♪ he smiles. he's already a little bit of a mess, admittedly: his smile was lopsided, with parts of his body turning a faint shade of pink from just a small amount of teasing. his eyes were vaguely clouded over, as if he were in a daze, and his nails dug into his own thighs as he tried to stay patient.
@spicebook.
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⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ phantom will admit that it was mean on his end, teasing marvin when he was at work. in his own defense, though, he hasn't gotten the chance to get back at marvin.
⁺ so when he notices the 'read' underneath his texts, his grin widens. he crosses his legs and adjusts his position on the desk as he starts to write up another text.
Are you going to keep gawking? Or are you going to say something? Don't keep everyone waiting, now... ♥
@spicebook continued from here.
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it's no secret that futaba prefers her quiet time. days in leblanc like this are peaceful, especially on busier weekdays in the rest of the world, when there are no customers later in the day. various members of the phantom thieves essentially having the place all to themselves is a common occurrence, and she's thankful for the company of a friend. that said, she's on her fourth cup of coffee, and she has notoriously terrible self control when it comes to sojiro's recipes. whether it's him or akira behind the counter preparing them, they both make things just the way she likes it.
" i see that look in your eye, mister ! " she briefly points an accusatory finger at akira before her hand returns to her mug. " i'm fine ! i'll have my sugar crash at the perfect time, and then i'll sleep for a while. it's my usual routine. " the objectionable healthiness of such a routine is completely ignored, of course. " once you close up shop, do you wanna play power intuition ? i've been practicing my combo skills, and i wanna see if i'm good enough to finally kick your butt. " her playful challenge is accompanied by her trademark mischievous tone, her competitive nature knowing few limitations.
starter for @foucoeur.
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continued | @seborga
Always so hesitant at being so forward in his affections, it takes Fannar a second to actually relax. But then he does, he tips his head back so that he can smile properly up at Carlino in return. Ah, nice. This is nice.
"It's been a hell of a year," He replies, a little sheepishly. "There's nothing to forgive. I haven't always been around a whole lot, either— Did you do anything fun? Have you been well?"
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@anticutes replied to your post:
will makoto wear a maid dress to commemorate this special occasion. asking for a friend (junko)
Huh--?! Immediately, his face is red for a reason other than admiring others on this event.
“ I-I’m not— No! I'm not going to be putting on a maid costume! Wh-Why would I?! "
#anticutes#in character.#ordinary courage — makoto#replies.#JUNKO GETS IT. MAKOTO WOULD ROCK IT#me in the background: makoto. put on the maid costume. for our sake......for everyone's sake.....#(ignore that it's not technically maid day anymore i saw this and had to reply)
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@ducktastic-dad: ‘if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.’
YOU, THING OF GORE, MAW SPLIT INTO A VISCERALLY CONGENIAL SMILE THAT CLENCHES TEETH. sharp-tipped fingers, stained hell's red (how amusing! oh, really, to be a blood-covered color in perpetuity), clacked atop the head of his cane resting within his palm as knuckles rolled languidly. eyes slid towards the shorter like flesh splitting across a sharp-edge, half-lidded. the smile broadened, creasing under-eyes, and there's a pop of static as if a radio dial had been abruptly twisted 'round. i'll pluck your feathers out by the fistful just to see those precious wings bleed.
instead, gaze jovially aglow, “oh my, that's quite a complicated word for you! are you certain you were ready to use it?” head lolled sideward with a disconcerting crack of his neck before righting itself (faint track-laughter sounded out, garbled, amidst the static's hum). vexation is a rotting thing oozing inside of him. not a bit of this had went how he intended — and the hotel had been rebuilt largely without him (it's a black mark towards the ledger of a precarious standing). dear charlie wouldn't discard of him yet, nor so simply, but the demon wouldn't let that fall to fate — or, ha-ha, divine intervention. here at its start — and i'll be here at its end, just you wait and see.
“tsk-tsk, no, my good sir!” tone's static thrummed. “the word you're looking for is piteous. it's quite a shame that i didn't step in sooner to save the thing from looking like a tacky fun-house.” the exigent angelic pang across his chest reminds him just why he hadn't. chin blenched indiscernibly, though fingers squeezed upon his cane. the ache is akin to stitched flesh stretched at the seam, but smile remained unfaltering. a virulent curve crept along the growing curl of his upper lip. not important — one misses out on a good time if a wound isn't spilling. and my threads ... hold.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@relightsmartyr (wriothesley) submitted an inquiry
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❛ anyone can betray anyone. ❜
❛ My, even I must admit that is a rather solid line of thinking. Quite the realist, if not an outright pessimist when it comes to the intentions of those around you. Though, that would be befitting the stone cold Wriothesley... ❜ Dramatic as always, your voice carries it's normal haughty nature. Even with an act over, that does not change your love for the dramatics... nor does it change a personality that you have crafted carefully for five hundred years. Exhausting as it may be, stopping is not as simple as turning a switch on and off. It's a carefully crafted mask that you have yet to remove.
It's a bit more comfortable to act as someone that was loved then to act as you who was frowned upon, isn't it?
❛ Yet, to be betrayed is still a rather human thing, is it not? The morals of such an act are always on the side of the villian, yet sometimes that is what makes it all the more exciting, wouldn't you say~? ❜ You chuckle to yourself as you clap your hands together, your duel colored eyes narrowing slightly as you cant your head to the side at a perfect angle. ❛ Is this perhaps your indirect confession to something, Wriothesley? Are you about to write a new chapter in the history of fontaine were the administrator of Meropide will betray the citizens? ❜
You know that isn't the case, he is simply a matter of fact man. It makes him easy to understand, yet it is easy to twist the words of someone to be what you need it to be when it comes to a play. Word play is your strong suite! To make a story out of nothing, to make something far bigger then it needs to be! There is not even an audience here anymore, yet you have to behave this way. Someone could almost frame it as you teasing him, but you are falling back on hold habits, instead.
❛ Gods forbid, really~ I think our dear Neuvilette would be at a loss at what to do if that were to happen. Please do try not to cause him any trouble, alright? ❜
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Please tell me about Clive!
i do so adore random inbox things ,
" you want to know about my beloved stuffed bear? " the incredulous words were followed by a hearty, carefree laugh. that little bugger has gotten popular, hasn't he? well at least her teddy bear is notable in this world. heartwarming, really.
" it was a gift from my mom. " karlach's voice is lighter, slower, a certain emotional emphasis on the dearly beloved. though her touched laugh is still resonating in her tone. fiery eyes flick away like she's disappearing somewhere else entirely. disappearing to the days when she was carefree and her parents had given her so many various food-adjacent nicknames. and the teddy bear? her mom actually said it reminder her of karlach. her little teddy. they had so much love to give.
&, karlach can only echo that in their memory.
" the only person allowed to hold him is dronia, though. she'll keep him safe. i just can't trust anyone else with that job. "
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