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oogaboogasphincter · 1 year

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Voltage | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader

your favorite toy dies on you at the worst possible moment. frankie compensates - and absolutely obliterates - your woes.

word count/rating/warnings - 3100+ // hurt then comfort, swearing, EXPLICIT 18+ ONLY: masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex (use protection irl!), oral sex (f (come on it’s the pussy-eating king we’re talking about here) and m receiving), light choking, squirting, anal play (f receiving), sprinkles of a breeding kink, a DISGUSTING amount of pet names, creampie, aftercare

a/n - ahh, this is the first full-length fic i’ve written in a veryyy long time! do i have two requests sitting in my inbox? yes and i send my sincerest apologies to those patiently waiting. but this idea came to me like a premonition skdjs 😭 and it is giving me the confidence to write those two! i hope you enjoy! :)

Acute, harsh tremors pulse on your clit as you hold your vibrator against the swollen bud, wiggling the head of the wand ever so slightly to radiate the stimulation. Legs spread wide and thong pulled to the side, your free hand reaches up and pinches your nipple, sending your head back in a rapt gasp. Visions of your soft, sweet boyfriend pounding into you ruthlessly fill your dazed head, aiding you over the edge of your orgasmic cliff. And just when you're about to scream his name, though he's not at home, the vibrations stutter and then fall dead.

You snap your neck back upright, eyes wide open as you inspect the toy. This cannot be happening.

"No, no, no, no," you whimper as you shake the wand, attempting to rev it back to life for the measly yet crucial thirty seconds you need it for. To no avail, the toy sits silent, unmoving in your hand. You whack it against your palm two more times before you sit up and rub your eyes with the heels of your hands, unceremoniously dropping the disappointment on the bedspread beside you.

You had needed this. Frankie had been gone all day, over at Santi's to help install a back deck - and of course Benny, upon hearing this, invited himself and his cacophonous truck over, knowing Fish had a way with machines and the patience of a mule. With the holidays around the corner, both your biological and adoptive families badgered you with messages and calls of 'When are you coming over?', 'I don't control the weather, find a way to get here, we're all counting on you', 'Oh and by the way make sure to bring a present or three for everyone!'.

Work had ramped up; the collective stress of the forcibly affectionate season was making everyone a grouch; and the dog managed to tear up your flower garden and subsequently stole your lunch break for a bath and half your dinner time for cleaning up the yard. Sitting with your knees to your chest, you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes from your robbed pleasure.

Fleck's nails tapping against the hardwood floor and the creaking of the front door signals your lover's arrival home. You get up and throw on the pair of sweats you had changed into earlier, feeling embarrassed to just sit there naked in your wallowing. Frankie can be heard greeting your puppy, setting his keys down and toeing his boots off before opening the fridge to no doubt grab a drink. You settle yourself on the edge of your shared bed, trying to compose yourself at least a little bit, as Frankie comes in.

"Hey angelface," he blurts out before he can process the sourness of your expression. He immediately sets his water down and comes over to kneel in front of you, looking up at you with concern, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You can't hold it in anymore. The dam breaks and you let your tears stream down your cheeks, causing Frankie to sit up and pull you into a quick, grounding hug. He drags back and puts his strong, comforting hands on your shoulders, waiting to listen patiently when you're ready. You wipe your dribbling nose with your sweatshirt sleeve and speak shakily, "I-I just had a bad day. Not bad, j-just- stressful."

Those damned puppy dog eyes of his are washed over with devastating sadness, "I'm so sorry, baby. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't be here to help you, I knew I should've waited until the weekend-"

You shake your head, "No, it's okay," cupping his cheek. The prickle of his patchy stubble never fails to calm you down, no matter by how little, no matter how upset you are. You turn to your side, gesturing helplessly at your dead toy and ramble in one breath, "And I knew you'd be tired by the time you got home and I didn't want to make you even more tired so I wanted to just cum and get it over with but then this fucking thing fucking died and-"

You had picked it up, squeezing it with rage, but Frankie places a gentle hand over yours and melts your fingers from their irritated freeze. His other hand comes up to cradle both of yours, rubbing his calloused thumbs over your trembling knuckles, releasing a pressurized huff of fatigue from you. He reaches up to the apple of your cheek and dabs a puddle of tears away with the back of his finger, "Shh, honey, it's okay. I'll make you feel better, I promise."

You glance up at him dejectedly through your waterfall, and he repeats in assurance, "I promise," before moving in to press his soft lips to yours.

They're slightly chapped from his long day of work, with minimal time and lazy effort to keep hydrated. You'll give him a smack on the shoulder for it later. For now, you let his movements soothe you, his mouth waltzing with yours with steadily increasing desire all the while maintaining his trademark gentleness. His hands fall away when you anchor yourself around his neck, only to find your hips upon landing. Those mischievous fingertips slink into your waistband, easily removing your loose fitting pants while maintaining his worship kneel and adoring kiss.

Your bright pink thong catches his eye during an enamored flutter of his lashes, tearing him from your kiss momentarily. The petulant wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens in question and you explain with a tired shrug, "I wanted to feel sexy."

He slides the scrap of fabric off, "You're always sexy," and removes your hoodie before returning to your mouth, his haven, and feeding you his tongue. You accept it with a starved moan, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion. He says it like it's a concrete fact, fast and simple. No condescending disbelief, no dramatized emphatics, not like it's a well-known fact and he's taking pity on you that you're the last one in the world to know it. But rather it's a scientific law that has mountains of evidence to explain it, that it's been tested time and time again with a guaranteed success rate. He's a scientist, driven mad with desire, and you're his favorite phenomena.

He shrugs his dirty coveralls off; though they make him look absolutely adorable, you're buzzing to see him naked. Deeply entranced in his poignant relaxation, you lie back into the bed and run your hungry hands from his neck to his collarbone to his shoulders, biceps and back, retracing your favorite sensuous steps again and again. Covering your body with his delectably broad frame, his hardened, heated cock brushes against your splayed entrance, making you both break apart in a gasp. Seeing evidence that you had pleasured yourself - even though this time it was anticlimactic - never fails to make him hard. You reach down and grab his hips to pull them into yours, telling him that you're ready to take him by rubbing his length through your puffy folds, coating his shaft in your slick.

He groans at this, tucking a jostled piece of hair away from your precious face in awe before leaning down to give you a searing kiss, his tip catching at the tight entrance of your heat. You exchange moans into each other's mouths as he slowly breaches your hole, warmly welcomed by your quivering, plush walls. Although you felt like you'd hollowed yourself out trying to rub away the stresses of the day, he still gives you time to adjust, something you always need because of his impressive girth.

"Fuuuuck," he chokes out. The way the elongated expletive strangles itself out of his throat would've made you laugh any other day, but tonight it cradles your distressed heart in gentle fingers. He begins to move, and with every gratifying push forward and aching pull back of his hips, it feels like he's returning every part of yourself that you lost during this hectic season back to you.

He nuzzles his nose against yours, dots kisses across your forehead and holds you so tight that your pieces have nowhere to fracture. Your shaking hands yank at his hips, eager to catapult yourself to your peak once and for all, "Faster, Frankie."

"Do you trust me, bebita?" he asks, eyes closed, blissfully lost in your sensations.

You respond, "Yes," memorizing his relaxed expression that he only slips into when he's with you.

"Then you'll take what I give you," he strains, his teeth gritting together on the last few syllables. He's restraining himself with brute strength, determined to give you a languorous night of luxury rather than a one-note eruption.

He keeps his slow pace, making your nerves all over itch with impatience. Although you clench his biceps in anticipation, nearly squirming underneath him, you do trust him - you may think you know what you want, but he always knows what you need.

His speed doesn't change, but the depths at which he surges inside you grow ever deeper. It doesn't take long for it to feel like he's grazing your cervix. And with that, a familiar squishy feeling in the pit of your stomach arises. Coupled with his mustache tickling your lip on every thrust and his hot breaths swirling in your open mouth, you're dangerously close to your final destination.

"Please make me cum, Frankie," you whimper against his flushed skin, begging for a better outcome than the last time you were at this altitude.

"You don't have to ask, baby, I got you," he watches, eyes half-lidded trying to stave off his own release, as your face mirrors your body; scrunching up and then sobbing with relief as endorphins drown your nerves. You mewl his name down his throat, your body sparkling with exhilaration. But as he momentarily slips trying to steady himself and his thrusts get quicker, his cock punches that sweet spot inside you that makes you gush. Through your ecstatic haze you seize the opportunity and wedge your hand between your impossibly close bodies, playing with your clit until you scream.

"H-holy fuck," Frankie stutters as he hears what's happening below, leaning back to watch you drizzle over his groin. Overwhelmed tears skip down your cheeks and dampen his hair as he buries his face in your neck. He hisses, his resolve on the brink of collapse but steadfast in prolonging your joy. His grunts from continuing thrusts sound near agony, every primal instinct in his body igniting and shouting at him to stuff your womb full of his cum until it seeps out of you.

He goes until he knows for certain you've begun your comedown, abruptly sliding his cock out of your wet channel. You whine at the loss, your pussy clenching in aftershocks.

So stunned you don't even realize it's happening, he hoists you from he edge to the middle of the bed and climbs on after you, laying on his tummy and holding a quivering thigh in each hand. He takes his time prying you back open, mindful of your body's involuntary response to clamp away from such breathtaking pleasure. Once he's got you spread out, he leans in and takes a drink of your juices directly from the source, moaning at the way his tongue glides over you effortlessly thanks to your copious amounts of slick. He revels in your taste; tangy, fleshy, sweet.

He shares your fluids with you, feeding them to you with his tongue on yours, sighing, "How's it taste?"

"Fucking delicious, " you giggle out. He joins in your chuckles, the skin around his eyes crinkling from his wide smile as he swipes his thick fingers through your folds, plunging two down to the second knuckle in your magnetic heat. He brings his hand back up, offering you his middle while he takes his index. Together you swirl your tongues around his digits, hungrily lapping up your flavor, staring at one another in the close proximity and basking in the debauchery with mutual glimmers of mischief in your eyes.

Drunk on pleasure, you want as much of him inside you as you can manage. So you take his large finger back deep, groaning in happiness at the feeling of something of his being shoved down your throat. A new wave of fervor crashes through your veins and lubrication oozes from your core and coats your inner thighs.

"Oh no, you don't," he smirks and retracts his finger from your trap. His hand slithers to your throat and takes control, confining you to the soft - and sweaty - sheets beneath you. He takes a moment to just look at you: a complete 180 from what you were feeling like a little bit ago. He can't wait to make you smile so much your cheeks hurt tomorrow. And maybe make some other body parts sore too.

"C'mere bebita," he rasps, rolling onto his back and beckoning you to climb on top of him. You gladly follow his call, straddling his lap and molding your bodies together, your cheek pressed firmly against his sternum to hear the harsh thrum of his heart. He encapsulates you in his arms, squeezing you firm to his chest, and plants his feet steady into the mattress. Giggles tumble out of you on butterfly wings as you anticipate the speed and force that he's capable of in this position, triggering a chorus of his own playful chuckles that vibrate your face. With no time left to waste, he enters your swiftly - no pinch of discomfort after your rainfall - and gets straight to reacquainting you flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Frankie!-" you shriek into his neck, dappled with drops of exertion. His answering grunts are born from unbridled passion to deliver pleasure to every square centimeter of your cunt and steeled willpower to keep himself from exploding at any given second. He drives his cock into your pussy severely and at a devastating pace, letting the instinct inside him to breed you rage on. He wants to claim you, to fuck you so often that your plushness sculpts to a shape that only fits him. You constantly remind Frankie that he's the only one for you, forever and always, but it's still fun to demolish the nonexistent competition.

Not long after he begins his onslaught of drilling, you're close to falling into that bottomless valley of carnal eruption again.

"Please, please, please, please," you chant the request to him with heightening strangulation, the ripples of his affectionate passion seizing you from your tightening core outward.

And then he makes you fly with the tip of his finger teasing your asshole. As you come apart, he pushes inside your ass; just barely, but enough to make you bury your face into his shoulder and scream his full name, "Francisco!"

Your squeezing of his finger and massaging pulses to his cock force him to slow down, moaning heartily into your hair while you gyrate your hips against his, juicing every last drop of pleasure from your body's breakdown. When your tensing subsides, you're heaving, your breaths skidding across his collarbone like glittering desert over dunes in a sandstorm. His hands come up to hold it between his palms, gazing up at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

You brush through his beard, staring at his pouty lips before lowering to them, "It's your turn, mi nutria."

He smiles against your kiss, "Had to take care of my lady first."

Slipping out from underneath you, he gets to his knees and starts waddling behind your drained frame. With his aching cock bobbing in your face, you can't stop yourself from grasping the hairy base with a trembling arm and latching your mouth to his tip, suckling. He groans loud, painfully. You're only able to get three thorough swirls of your tongue in before he's jerking his hips back. "Not now, bebita. Too c-close," he stammers out, completing his trek around to your ass.

He wraps his hands around your hips, modeling your near-dead weight into the correct form. They then glide up and down your dipped back - his cock rutting in between your cheeks - soothing your twitching muscles to stabilize them for one last fuck. He enters your pussy in one swift motion, tired but eager to deposit his load inside your needy hole.

Plunge after plunge he takes, your cunt swallowing him whole each time. Only a handful of thrusts later he falls over top your back, reaching around to fondle your breasts. You arch further, into his touch when he rolls your nipple between two fingers, pinching it gingerly when he stifles, "'M gonna cum baby."

You contort to brush his sweaty chocolate curls off his forehead, swiping the sweat off of his brow, "Cum for me, Frankie."

He does exactly as you say, halting when he's buried to the hilt, his spine pulling the reins of his hips and grinding them into yours with every jolt of his orgasm. His cum is thick inside you, its warmth radiating from your womb to your stomach, enveloping you both in a final blanket of sleepy heat. Like the last dribbles of his spend squeezing out of his cock, your name on his tongue tapers from hypnotized groans to faint echos in the night.

His weight presses you both flat into the bed, sleep pulling at the corners of your eyes. Chin on your shoulder, he mumbles, "Feeling better, sweetheart?"

Using every bit of strength you have left, you huff out from under his heavy, lax muscles, "Abso-fucking-lutely."

His laughs lift him off your back, but not before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then he ghosts into the bathroom. He returns with a damp washcloth, cleaning up your mess, his mess. It feels nice - he had taken the time to let the water warm up before soaking the cloth. You reach a hand out, patting his thick thigh in gratitude, "I'll take care of you tomorrow."

Keeping his languid swipes through your folds, his forehead wrinkles with incredulousness, "What do you mean? You're already taking care of me."

That makes your heart sing and eyes shine. Impatient to laze with you, he chucks the rag into the laundry bin in the corner of the room and flops on your back, the sound of your sweaty skins smacking causing you both to giggle. He swathes you both in the damp top sheet; you know he'll sneak away from your grasp in the night to retrieve some fresh blankets once you've both cooled down and dried off. Nuzzling into your neck, he kisses you randomly, murmuring against your skin, "Get some rest, angelface. Santi and Benny gave me the day off tomorrow, I'll be here in the morning."

"Yay," you cheer weakly, not from lack of enthusiasm but rather blatant exhaustion. Frankie loved you so hard you'll be satiated for a while, through tomorrow if the temptation of him being close by wasn't a compounding factor. But that won't stop him from getting a midnight snack under the sheets.

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anqelically · 5 months

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i saw these genshin hcs last night and i went to sleep forgetting to even like the post and now i cannot find it skdjs. dear author pls come back to me :,)

#୨୧ [ rambles ]#the characters were neuvillete wriothesley n i think one other person #it was like seeing them after a few days #and i VIVIDLY rmbr that wrio’s drabble had y/n running away from guards 😭😭#I’M ANNOYED I CAN’T FIND IT >:(#IF YK WHAT POST I’M TALKING ABOUT PLS HELP 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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renjunniez · 1 year

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mutuals as svt members?

tysm for the ask anonie 💗 i'm going to answer this as normally as i can 😭

lee <3 (@wonwooridul)

this one is a difficult one cause both of us together make seoksoontalk. we are one person we cannot be separated. she is both dk and hoshi at the same time. and i love her for it.

ria <3 (@joshuas)

ria is my joshua !! i say this all the time and i'm pretty sure she knows,, extremely kind and sweet but can be unhinged and support chaos at the same time <3 ilysm wifey ☹️💗

ann <3 (@seonghwacore)

yes ann's bias is jeonghan and that's for a good reason. she's the jeonghan to my hoshi. i am basically voluntarily melting my mind for the randomest things and she is the one who freezes it. her presence alone gives me the stability i need sometimes fr PLUS she's heart shaped i will not stop talking abt her actually

monet <3 (@karomiiz)

monet is my woozi !! <3 there's something so incredibly kind and precious abt her that makes me want to just *cuteness aggression noises* she is lich rally the most hardworking person i've ever met and gives SO much love to people <3 ily monet <333333

mara <3 (@pledisentertainment)

mara is hoshi shaped. like inside and out <3 she is the official chaos bringer of caratblr and i think u have to be quite unhinged and clever to pull that off 😭 mara's quite literally the life of the party and her presence is truly my favourite <3

ngoc <3 (@jeonghan-yoons)

whenever i think of ngoc i also think of seokmin <3 she's saur !! lovely !! <3 she reminds me of sunshine and she's such a warm person to talk to <333 the kind of person you want to flood w hearts <333 love u ngocchi <33

rose <3 (@lee-haechan)

wonwoo! when i think abt rose, all that comes to mind is how much effort she puts in to a craft <3 she is calm and level headed and is one of the people on caratblr whose opinions i trust sksj

mars <3 (@donghyuckkies)

mars reminds me of dino!! <3 there's something v loser (v v v affectionate) w mars when they talk abt their biases skdj it's v endearing !!! plus mars is v thoughtful and creative and i think that's v v v admirable <333

kyuzu <3 (@flowerjun)

SOFT CHAOTIC ENERGY AND THAT'S HOSHI RIGHT THERE SHE IS THE CUTEST PERSON EVER I LOVE HER SM ☹️🫶🏼

zay <3 (@jeonwonwoo)

something abt zay just says seungkwan/joshua to me idk how to explain it 😭 seungkwan because she's SO cute and kind but also so savage and witty !!! joshua because they're both unhinged (zay w her caption sets basically) /lh sometimes KDJDK

isai <3 (@caratonce)

isai is v much a person who i feel is v much like mingyu !! SUPER talented at everything and has v puppy dog energy that makes my heart swell w love !!! also isai idk if you're tall but u give me tall vibes 😭

mina <3 (@yoonzinoswife)

i truly and entirely believe mina is actually yoon jeonghan himself. i am not even kidding i think she's lying abt her identity-

#oop these are all i can think of at the back of my mind rn 😭😭😭#i'm sorry if i left anyone out ;-; i'd love to let yk personally so just send me a dm <333333 #n.asks #from: anonie #mutuals love zone 🫶🏼

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fushic0re · 2 years

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Omg how would everyone react around Steve and his girl after the ending of wicked games! Pt 2 perhaps 🫣

oH NO 😭 after getting over their initial shock, this is how they'd act:

bucky and nat are totally here for it. they've always known that steve was a devious little shit deep down and are absolute ✨ living ✨ for their besties' new secret amateur pornstar era

wanda is still processing. she's obviously a HUGE fan of the channel but knowing that she's watched her friends have some raunchy sex AND got off to it??? she needs a minute. especially can't process that steve of all people would actually go through with it bc she sees him as the dad friend (think civil war when he was comforting her in her room)

sam lowkey wants in 🫣 he wants to direct, produce, turn lilac and the nomad into a whole ass (no pun intended) homemade avengers production™

thor also wants in...literally. he's trynna fuck them both in 4k.

tony isn't surprised. this man definitely has some sex tapes of his own. he probably gives them advice on angles and shit.

clint and laura??? can't even deny the fact that they're probably thinking about making some tapes of their own. are they gonna post them? definitely not, but yall have awoken something in them maybe some cute farm porn idk skdjs

bruce and scott are dead. they literally cannot process what they've just seen.

i'm not gonna do a part 2 bc i don't see the need for one and my requests are closed, but i'm definitely open to discussing more parts of the world of lilac and nomad bc i lub them <333

꒰ ͜͡➸ read "wicked games" here

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kutyozh · 1 year

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I posted 1,139 times in 2022

That's 306 more posts than 2021!

171 posts created (15%)

968 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lesbianmangoes

@kutyozh

@frick-it-all-to-hecc

@transitori

#/ also fun fact i can absolutely not swear in spanish since i learnt it in a religious setting where swearing was absolutely forbidden skdj

My Top Posts in 2022:

russian for the ask game?

YESSS of course!!

so there's a few layers to it - on an emotional level, russian was for some time the language of my 'home'. i didn't understand anything, but it compelled me *insert daniel craig meme* on an auditory level (i can still hear the way one of my neighbours pronounced the letter ш - very crunchy).

then ppl started to teach me a few words - the first word i remember being taught is птица (ptítsa) - bird, another one was разгон (razgón) - acceleration (that one i was taught, funnily enough, because they were drinking a spanish red wine called "Rasgón" and it reminded them of разгон, making it quite the pun). so you can see that i have a few personal memories with the language, and i got quite attached haha

it took me some time to start actively learning russian tho - maybe because i was scared it wouldn't be as good as i had imagined it - but boyyy was i wrong. the next thing that absolutely fascinated me was the way that vocabulary works sometimes:

много - немного (many - a few) любовь - нелюбовь (love - dislike)

aka how both the presence and the absence of something are interconnected etc etc *insert galaxy brain meme*. we have that concept in german too but it's not as present I'd say? or maybe i never noticed.

and then - the way the language produces images. beautiful. for example:

Любовь не картошка, её не выбросить в окошко. (Love is not a potato, one cannot throw it out of the window.)

and lyrics by Гречка - Картина:

За окном дождь И в душе моей дождь И между нами дождь И расстояние

Outside the window - rain and in my soul - rain and between us - rain and distance

(screaming about how to me the last line in russian is the most powerful one but seems so bland in english aksjfhsdj help.)

also i absolutely LOVE russian intonation - it flows in super predictable patterns (as it should) and is just so fun to listen to!! the melody is always something that i love listening to, even and especially when i don't know the language well!

this is what comes to my mind right now, and i hope as i learn more i will discover even more beautiful things about it!!

drop a language in my inbox and i'll tell you what i like about it

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"And I seem to have such strength in me now, that I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, 'I exist'. In thousands of agonies – I exist. I'm tormented on the rack – but I exist! Though I sit alone on a pillar – I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Karamazov Brothers

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"Yes, I want disorder. I keep wanting to set fire to the house. I keep imagining how I'll creep up and set fire to the house on the sly; it must be on the sly. They'll try to put it out, but it'll go on burning. And I shall know and say nothing. Ah, what silliness! And how bored I am!"

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Karamazov Brothers

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My #1 post of 2022

WHERE CAN I VOTE FOR MÅNESKINNNNN

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flovoid · 22 days

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Hi!! I figured I’d hop off anon for this. It’s the slashed anon! I hope you’re still doing well!

First I wanted to say, I don’t know how I feel about guessing Rex’s death correctly. 😭 He’s my boy, your honor. He cannot simply die especially not like that (I’m totally kidding I just adore him)! I would love to hear more about Rex, Avery, and Fern’s dynamic. Since Avery and Rex were childhood friends I assume that Fern is fond of her? I don’t remember if I asked about this. 😭

Also! What were Avery and Rex studying in uni before the story takes place? I know Rex is a bit of a rebel but I was curious if he was taking after his mom, and maybe was studying something like psychology or criminology.

As for Wendell and Philip 😭😭 that’s so funny! I also love dynamics like this (after they’re not as toxic since Wendell was a jerk). Poor Philip but I’m glad after this all ends that him and Wendell seem to be able to strike up a friendship. I’m pretty interested to see how Wendell tries to make up for just being a jerk after so long. I’m sure that saving each other from the Piggler King helped some but still. Also was Wendell popular partially because he was on a sports team (I know he isn’t the best athlete), but I was curious to know why people think he’s cool/popular.

Sorry! Last question! Did Wendell and Philip go to school with any other characters before they attended the same university? I was curious if they had any other relationships with other characters prior like Sammy for example (rip Sammy 😭).

OMG YOU ARE SO SWEET AAAA AT LEAST I KNOW WHO YOU ARE FRIEND HEHE

no I totally feel you about Rex ending, im also crazy for doing this to him since hes also one of my favorites from this challenge😭- but yeah perhaps I might change some stuff about him or anyone ending (honestly I wanna take shots of them all together I wanna give them justice sjsksk)

YES SHE IS FOND OF HER!!! I would be honest I haven’t think or imagined in depth with Fern and Avery dynamics but I did imagine that Fern does find Avery a good girl and disciplined, and she ALWAYS scold Rex whenever he does something rebellious or whenever he get in trouble and involves Avery with him kshsjsjd-

I honestly never thought of a specific major for all the characters, because in my idea they were in a campaign trip and something like that, so I have little knowledge of what majors-departments that take students to the wilderness yk shsjsjshs—sooo yeah lets stay they all majored in something nature related (not everyone is actually liking their major because yk how being in uni sometimes sucks- the only one who likes it is Rex & Martha)

YEAHH!!! when I made them I always imagined they are having a silly little fights while also Phillip might look sad and a poor baby but hes actually having a silly little revenge on Wendell and nagging on him ksjssjsj- ohhhh and regarding Wendell ‘popularity’ he just got the attention just because people found him funny even though he might be the best athlete on the school team but he really isn’t that best… so he is portrayed as the best player on the school by the people just because he is the only decent one yk😭 (poor dude… at least he survived skhsjs)

also if you are curious to know the other cast schools:

- Wendell & Phillip from the same high school (to remind you again that they have the worst school as well)

- Avery & Rex from the same high school (a nice school), middle school, elementary school, and uni lol ik its obvious since they are childhood friends and neighbors skdj

- Sam & Martha from the same middle & high school (they became friends in middle school- its also funny because Sam is kinda a dumb headed but Martha is the smart-nerd one lmao)

- and Viviana (Sam has a silly crush on her lol) & Mallory are from different schools- not together

#slashed facts #simblr #also anon- not dazetrait! im so happy that you send this off anon I ALWAYS LOVED YOU Qs #its insane because most of the Qs you asked is the one I most thought-write of these characters #does that make since idk KABSSJSJSN

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