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scary-lasagna · 3 months

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can you do any offender headcanons? :3

TW: Mentions of drinking the pain away, abandonment

Offender & Slender

These two just did not get along growing up.

Slender is the firstborn, and Offender the second, yet their personalities clash dangerously, even before Trender was born.

Offender is a spitfire, and Slender is a bit more calm and collected. And as a child, Slender was always trying to keep Offender out of trouble, which is something the child did not appreciate.

Smacking hands from cookie jars, dragging his younger by his feet away from an expensive vase, even wrestling toys out of his hand that he wanted to break.

And with Offenders growing teeth, it was no easy job.

And into the older years, Offender shaped up slightly, but still got into trouble time-to-time.

On one particular night, Slender had enough of everything, with Trender being just a tween and Splendor just learning how to walk.

All four were home alone, and Slender took charge of everything.

Offender, in his rebellious teenhood, sat complaining at the table about Mother.

Splendors father had just died, and she was never home. Offender let his thoughts brew too long, and they became stale with anger and bitterness toward his mother.

He couldn't hold it in.

And he certainly couldn't keep getting in trouble, because it wouldn't be long before he would be sent away to the detention center in the city.

"I don't understand how we are expected to be in charge of two kids! She gets to go out and drink, and have fun, and she doesn't even take our own lives into regard!"

"Offender, she is grieving. Different people cope diff-"

"You are in school! You are working toward your career, I am angry on your behalf-"

"Don't."

"C'mon! you don't actually believe that she's thinking of us right now-"

"I believe that she's doing what she knows is best-"

"BUT IT'S NOT BEST!"

Slender huffed, and leaned on the counter, pretending not to notice the soup licking at the lid of the pot.

"It's not best for us. Splendor can't even walk yet, and she's coming home stupid and drunk-"

"Shut up, Offender, damn you."

Offender refused to back down, and stood up, standing next to his older brother, ignoring how terribly hard he's trying to block out his words.

"She has a family to look after, and she's completely abandoned us-"

"Stop talking."

"-nothing but a coward, and she's running from her problems. She's running from us-"

The soup boiled over, dousing the flames of the stove. With a fresh pump of anger-induced adrenaline, a quick burst of energy shot through Slender's veins. In a quick right hook, Slender clocked him, as hard as he could, right in the side of the head. And for a moment, he thought he had killed his own blood.

And Offender had the worst splitting headache when he woke up to Slender holding an icepack to his swollen temple.

"We're not telling mom about this."

"Hell no."

#sorry for the lateness #I've been swamped with school work and work work and I didn't have a chance to write one yesterday #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta blog #creepypasta x reader #offender #slender

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hotchley · 2 years

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🐨 Yo, I’m a finalist in a poetry contest! Woah! It was a contest where you could only submit poems that have been previously rejected, and if you didn’t advance, they sent you a picture of an ostrich instead of a rejection letter. It’s hilarious. Right now, people are voting for the final poems. I’m not in the lead or anything, but it’s still super cool just to be amongst all these really awesome poets.

I’m a bit swamped by school work at the moment, but it’s a long weekend so I have some time at least.

What’s the latest with you at Uni? I’ve been working on my college applications, so we’ll see how all that progresses.

Oh my goodness that is so cool! Well done for trying and for getting so far!! Very excited for you <3

This sounds like an excellent competition and we need more like that. I mean, even if you aren't in the lead, you put yourself out there and you like what you write which matters the most. And everyone else is probably also like: oh wow these other people are the coolest.

No because same, I don't know where the week went (well i do, but you know) and I literally haven't gotten anything done all week. And I've come down for the weekend so I can just tell Monday is going to be a catch-up day... I could do stuff now but just ugh.

You know what, uni hasn't been shit! I've made a few more friends so now I have people to spend time with in between lectures and it's less lonely which is nice. There's also a ton of events next week for charity and I'm going to a few so hopefully I'll meet some people then! We still don't have heating or hot water but I do have a portable heater and I'm showering in a really nice bathroom so it balances out (ish but not really...)

My actual degree is quite fun and I am enjoying it quite a bit. My favourite module is the one everyone else hates which is just so typical. It was a bit awkward because there was some super-conservative guy but that was a one-off. Also my tutorial group is really nice but there's this one guy that doesn't give anyone else a chance and this one girl who also doesn't stop talking and it got to the point in one of them where the lead could see I wanted to speak so he asked the question then looked at me and went: do you want a go? That was a little awkward. And! My lecturer ended up taking one of my tutorials which was a little scary but he's the sweetest.

Oh. Funny story. I didn't do laundry before I came down last time because I thought: I can carry it! So I did it on Wednesday because taking it down is a nightmare. Only problem is, I'm really short so I had to ask someone to get part of it down from the dryer for me. Awful. Absolutely awful.

But yeah! That's uni life! The freedom is a bit strange. I'm still somewhat lacking in routine but it's coming together. Good luck with college! And remember: it's better to be yourself and get rejected because then you know they weren't the place for you

#people talk to me #koala kate #🐨anon

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bubblesuga · 3 years

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Young, Dumb, & Broke

Summary: It doesn't take you long to realize that materialistic possessions aren't what makes a home. Yoongi is your home, wherever he is, you're happy. genre: fluff, smut word count: 2,415 tags: strugglingproducer!yoongi, established relationship A/N: this isn't written with the intent of romanticizing poverty but rather feeling comfortable and thankful for what you do have. As someone who lives in the lower middle class, I've slid my own experiences subtly into this fic. Hope y'all enjoy it:)

There's an art to Yoongi when he's working.

He's...ethereal. Insanely concentrated, like the rest of the world doesn't exist. His eyes and ears are only trained in on the old laptop he bought from a pawn shop for 50 dollars in 2016. It still runs well, after some incredibly tedious upgrades, he managed to make all his programs run smoothly, and has continued to for the last five years. He calls it his baby, 'like a project car, but more useful'.

It's a dewy morning, Yoongi's cup of coffee steaming on the ledge of your shared studio apartment's window. The window doesn't open all the way, only enough to fit the small swamp cooler that you found at a yard sale for cheap. It's an oldie, but it works and that's all that matters.

Though standing in the doorway of your bathroom and looking out into the humble life you've began sounds like a gorgeous day, you can tell Yoongi has noticed you staring by the way he slips his ear phone out of his left ear.

"I made you coffee," Yoongi says, not looking away from his laptop, "we ran out of that creamer shit you like so I put milk and sugar. I hope that's okay."

"That's perfect, baby." a small smile stretches across your face.

You met Yoongi nearly 15 years ago to the day. He went to an all boys school about a mile and a half away from yours (you only know that because you timed the trip each time you went to visit him, thinking that somehow you could make it faster), and it was him who took an immediate interest.

When he first spotted you, your friend had dragged you along to the neighborhood boys' usual basketball game. It was on a tacky green court and the nets were hanging onto the hoops by a thread but none of the boys minded. They all played, and yelled, and cheered, and you were incredibly endeared even at 13 years old. Yoongi noticed you in the group of girls that usually watched him and his friends play, and he didn't stop. His eyes kept glancing to you every chance he got.

Needless to say, your eyes never left him either.

It wasn't until long after school did you and Yoongi really talk. He was working as a waiter in one of his friends' bars. You really only found yourself there after an incredibly long study session in your second year of college. Hoping for a nice drink and some shitty bar food to distract you from the impending doom that is finals season, you instead ended up with Yoongi resting on your chest the next morning on the twin bed in your dorm room. You still remember the soft snores leaving his mouth, and the way he whispered 'good morning' like he had done it to you so many times before. Like his lips had always been yours, like his hand always rested in the crook of your neck, drawing small, comforting circles below the hickeys he bestowed upon you.

Your parents showing up for a surprise visit while he laid against your naked chest was also pretty memorable but definitely not for the same reasons.

"What are you staring at?"

Yoongi's voice breaks your thoughts, his words drifting through your consciousness and gripping your attention.

"Was I staring?"

You had been so preoccupied with your memories that you didn't remember moving across the room and sipping your coffee quietly next to Yoongi. You were staring, but it's hard not to when it's him.

He chuckles for a second, his eyes brightening when they meet yours, "Yeah. You got that crazy look in your eye that you get when your mind won't stop," he closes his laptop, "which begs the question of what exactly is going through that pretty little head of yours."

"Well," you shrug, this won't be new information, "you."

"Ah," he sets his laptop on the chair beside the bed, "as you are on mine, my darling."

"Oh?" you cock your head to the side, "what are you thinking about specifically?" Curiosity always gets the better of you in these situations.

"Hm," god, even the way he hums makes you feel insatiable, "you first."

Rolling your eyes, you sip your coffee again, "I was thinking about how we ended up here."

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, "I- in like a bad way? Listen baby, I'm working hard. We're going to get out of here soon, I pro-"

"No, no," you giggle, "you know I don't care where we sleep at night as long as you're there. I was thinking about how we ended up in each other's lives. Just by chance."

"Oh," Yoongi seems delighted, "that's much cleaner than what I was thinking about."

Raising an eyebrow, you don't have to verbally ask your question. Yoongi smirks, leaning to your ear and pulling you close, "I was thinking about how good you were for me last night."

Sure, the butterflies swarming your stomach was enough to last you a lifetime, but that didn't stop you from smacking Yoongi's chest lightly. He laughs, "Can you blame me?"

Yoongi's eyes travel over the bare skin of your thigh and you can feel your breathing pick up.

Yoongi has the incredible ability to make you feel secure in every aspect of your life. Even on the darkest of days, where the simple image of your body in the bathroom mirror makes you want to crawl into a cave and never return to society, Yoongi grabs your hand and yanks you out of the seemingly eternal abyss. It's his super power, whether you're dressed up or dressed down or naked, he manages to always worship your body, mind, and soul. You've never felt more loved than now, with him.

His hand brushes against your skin, causing you to swallow. Despite having been intimate with him hundreds of times, he still manages to steal your breath away.

"I guess I can't blame you," you smirk, grabbing his hand and moving it up to your chest, "I am pretty hot."

Yoongi grins, kneading your breast gently in his hand, "There's my good girl."

Finally, he leans forward and kisses you. His tongue tastes of black coffee, a stark contrast to the sweetness on your tongue moments before. His lips are warm, his teeth peaking through every once in a while to nibble softly at your bottom lip. He smiles into the kiss, a low moan falling from the bottom of his throat.

He hums softly, "The things you do to me, darling."

The words ignite a fire in your abdomen, unintended encouragement on his part pushing you over the edge. You're always okay with just a small make out session but now you need him. You need to please him, to hear him whimper beneath you.

You pull away and begin to pull your hair away from your face, "Let me suck your dick."

Yoongi's eyes go wide, "You never cease to amaze me."

"Chop chop, music boy."

Yoongi shakes his head, lifting his hips and allowing you to pull the old basketball shorts off of his body. You move slow, watching as his dick twitches while the hem of his shorts brush against the base. Your mouth begins to water, anticipating the faded out look in Yoongi's eyes that was to follow soon.

Finally, you completely discard the shorts from his body and watch as his dick slaps against his abdomen. He gasps when you grip the base of it, squeezing softly then stroking up and down. His usual calm and collected self disappears the instant that your lips wrap around him. "Oh, fuck."

Your tongue swipes just beneath the head of his cock, his most sensitive area. He inhales, tossing his head back.

The power you feel over Yoongi in this position is intoxicating. Though the basis of your suggestion was to please him, you can feel yourself growing more and more wet as you watch Yoongi. A thin layer of sweat has collected across his forehead, his hair sticking to it. There's redness over the tops of his cheekbones, and his eyes are completely blown out while the watch you.

He reaches forward, tenderly touching your cheek. Though stuffed full of his cock, saliva dripping down and you gasping for air, Yoongi still thinks you are the most gorgeous girl in the world and you can feel that love radiating off of him.

"Pretty girl," he moans, his chest heaving, "always so pretty for me. Do you like sucking my cock?"

There goes that power you thought you had over him.

Instantly, you're soaked. You moan around him, feeling the vein crawling up the side of his dick pulsate in your mouth. He has always had such a dirty mouth.

"Answer me," He tugs at your hair, pulling you completely off of him and making you look in his eyes. He smirks, tilting his head as he takes in your swollen lips and watering eyes, "gorgeous."

"I love it," you breathe, giggling as you watch his hips flex from the way you stroke him, "I love watching you squirm."

"Yeah? Now its your turn."

Without warning, Yoongi pulls himself up and pushes you backward. You let out a squeal, your head falling onto the pillows and the bed squeaking as Yoongi straddles your thighs. He's warm above you, undressing you hurriedly but not missing the chance to massage you on your bare skin. Drawing his rough hands down your abdomen, he stops at your hip bones and spreads your legs apart.

He doesn't give you time to be embarrassed of how wet you are, because his fingers are instantly inside you. Scissoring and stretching your pussy, Yoongi has learned everything he needs to do to make you as comfortable as possible. You toss your head back as his knuckle brushes against your clit, the heat radiating from you evident by the way sweat drips down your chest.

"Are you ready?" Yoongi asks, bending your knees and resting your thighs on his.

"Always." you breathe, and he lines himself up at your entrance.

As he presses in, he leans over and kisses your lips gently. It eases the initial sting, bottoming out quickly and staying there while you adjust. He doesn't start moving when you think he does, instead keeping his cock still and encapsulated by your heat. His mouth works quickly though, a stark contrast to the shakiness his hips feel while you periodically squeeze around him.

He's driving you insane and he knows it from the way you're desperately moaning against his lips. He likes hearing you beg, though, and if that means prolonging the wait for an orgasm, then so be it.

"Please," you whimper, "please fuck me."

"I am." he grins, rolling his hips once then stopping again. His pelvic bone brushes against your clit and you feel an electric pulse swipe through your body.

"No," you plead, "fuck me." You reach down, grabbing his ass in your hands and begin trying to guide his hips in and out of you. He chuckles, "Always so desperate for me."

"Yes, Yoongi. Please."

It's not until your moans turn into a whine does he begin to move. It wasn't slow in the slightest, his hips rhythmically thrusting into you while his kisses turn sloppy. You can smell him, taste him against your tongue and feel him so deep inside you that the feeling is euphoric. You can't compare it to anything else, he's the definition of perfection in everything that he does. You want to stay with him like this forever.

You can tell by the way his thrusts lose their rhythm that he's getting close. His breathing is harsher against your lips, his arms shaking on either side of your head.

"Cum inside me." you say, tossing your head back as you feel the bands in your stomach about to break. With the newfound access to your neck, he instantly sinks his teeth just below the curve of your jaw.

He doesn't seem to think much of your request, continuing to push the two of you to your highs.

"Yoongi," you repeat, "cum inside me. Please, I want you to fill me up."

"Fuck," he growls, "you can't just say stuff like that."

"Yes, I can," Yoongi and you are strong believers in the pull out method. Yet, there's something about right now that makes you want to feel everything he has to offer, everything there is to give. You want him to feel the truest extent of pleasure, down to his primal instincts, "cum for me, Yoongi. Cum."

The desperation in your voice has Yoongi spilling into you instantly, his head burying itself into your neck. The moment you feel him release, the bands in your stomach snap and your orgasm takes over.

He holds you close while you both ride out your highs, repeating your name and collapsing on top of you. The rest of the world doesn't exist in that moment, only you, and Yoongi, and your squeaky bed.

Describing the feeling of the aftermath seems impossible. When the two of you make love, it makes you realize that all of the hardships you've endured are all worth it. That even though you do live in a small apartment with chipped paint and watch netflix off a five year old laptop and both work your asses off just to make ends meet, it's all worth it. His words, his kiss, his love... That's all you need. You could lose everything you have right now and you know that you would still come out on top.

"I love you," he whispers after a while of laying there. His eyes are closed, sleepiness taking over his features, "and I hope you know we can't afford a baby."

You giggle, turning your head to press a small kiss to his temple, "Not yet, no, but I have a birth control that works."

"Oh?" he smiles sleepily.

"Yeah, it's called Plan B."

Even with his eyes closed, you can tell that Yoongi is rolling his eyes.

And so you find yourself with your home, resting on a squeaky bed and imagining the future with the man you love as he falls asleep on your chest. You're not sure where your life is headed, but you know that you'll always have Yoongi by your side, and that's all that really matters.

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polyamoroamer · 4 years

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Webs and Nets

I've been thinking a lot recently about what I want out of life, what I can offer the world and those around me, and what I need to grow and change. I think we all have.

The world right now is in flux. It is a scary time and scary place. We have violent men in power; rising bigotry and hatred; a global pandemic with hundreds of thousands dead; rampant transphobia and rampant racism; police brutality against those who dare to rise up for peace, for strength and for love. We live in a dystopian novel.

But the thing is that we always have, in many ways. Native Americans are still living through the apocalypse that decimated their ancestors and stole their land; African Americans are still living through the apocalypse that pillaged them from their homes and forced them into slavery thousands of leagues away. The legacy of horror continues. This is not new. But what we are seeing right now is a pinch point, an historical time where things could swing toward the better, the brighter future.

During lockdown I have been keeping away from people almost totally, as my grandmother whom I shop for and visit is 97 next week and I want her to see 100. I went to one BLM rally, the biggest protest I've ever seen in my predominantly white little conservative town. Bigger even than our ridiculously large Pride (we have a truly exemplary number of radical LGBTQ+ people for such a Tory stronghold). But I have not stepped out past that, as it was simply impossible to socially distance, and I am protecting someone.

I have been working hard on the campervan conversion, building the bathroom and starting the kitchen cabinets. I'm considering linking this blog with my real life at last, so may eventually post photos of it when it's finished. I've complained about it to you friends enough!

I started a new kids' novel about a trans girl who finds out she is a witch and navigates the difficulties of coming out to her parents and living as openly trans at school, and learns magic at the same time.

I've cut the pieces out for so many new items of clothing to sell, and am hopefully going to sew them all soon.

It sounds very productive but it doesn't feel it. Every step is three steps backward before I can move on, every day feels like a punch. I've been creating out of desperation, trying to justify my use of oxygen and food and space by making things.

A few weeks ago on the Solstice that came to a head. Dash and I were going to go out in the campervan and trip for the first time since last summer. But I couldn't fix the leaking skylight (again), I took hours longer trying to make it work than I should have done, and finally when the time came to leave, we picked up my mattress to put in the camper and it had been utterly ravaged by mould.

This might sound like only a minor setback, but to me it was breaking point. That mattress has changed my life. I woke up in the mornings without pain, able to get up and go whether I did my morning yoga or not. I slept soundly, heavily. I dreamed strange dreams and I felt rested. I didn't hurt. It was a £1800 mattress I found secondhand for £250. And I ruined it. It felt like the perfect coming together of all of my failures as an activist, as a child, as a partner, as a creator, a builder, an adult, a grandchild, a sibling, performer, writer, as a human being. Through my own negligence I destroyed something very expensive to replace that had supported me, cradled me, held me and become my haven and sanctuary.

So I had a pretty solid breakdown. I slid back into old habits, the clawing of skin and banging of heads. I had a headache for days. It felt so ridiculous. Such a small, insignificant thing to go wrong when compared with the huge issues facing vast swathes of humanity. But as we all know, often the thing that sets off the breakdown is not the biggest issue. It's just the last little drip that makes the bucket start overflowing.

Since then I have had several smaller incidents in a similar vein, and every time I mock myself for them.

But I am lucky. My mother and my partner, and most of my family really, are all very supportive of my, and one another's, difficulties. When I fuck up and spiral into a self-destructive vortex, my loved ones give me space to recover, help me to fix the problems, and unquestioningly forgive my mistakes. It's astounding to me, the amount of patience they can have with me, when in my own eyes I am a ceaseless burden and chronic fuck up. They hold my hand and tell me I am wanted, I am loved and it is a pleasure and joy to be with me. They help me to repair or replace or heal or learn. They love me.

And in this I come to see how similar we are. Because I do the same for them. When Dash makes a mistake and becomes convinced he's always just an accident waiting to happen, I reassure him, help him to fix the problem, and give him space to stew. When my mum panics two or three times a day over technical issues, I swoop in to save the day. When Nanny Ogg puts herself down because she believes the voice of her abuser, I swamp her with verbal affirmation and love.

We all take care of each other. We are all parts of the web. Or really it's more like a net, with no one person at the centre. Everyone looks after everyone.

I want to expand this network. Recently I have been trying something new in my relationships. Whenever I think positively about someone, I send them a message, even if it's only 'hey, how are you? Thinking of you'. This is a hard practice to get into, because it requires fighting executive dysfunction and social anxiety and depression to reach out even when I don't feel like it.

But I have frequently not done this, and people have died suddenly, and I have felt so guilty for not having sent those messages. Many, many loved ones right now are suddenly seriously ill or abruptly gone. And I can't afford to not send every loving message that pops into my head because the grief and guilt are just too much the way it stands.

When faced with that stick, it's much easier to pursue the carrot.

I have felt very alone and very grief-stricken for a long time, and so have many of us. COVID is just the latest upheaval and tragedy in many people's lives. We're almost numb to fear and grief, but not quite. We're just full up. But we are not alone, and it's up to us to remind other people that they aren't either. As we show love, so we shall be shown love.

So right now I am throwing nets wide, throwing love out into the world and reminding the people I like that I care about them. Because I want to forge new relationships, rebuild old ones, and create unity and community with the people around me. What does it matter what form those relationships take, as long as they exist and are nutritious to our hearts and souls?

The world is hard right now, and we can't survive it alone. But together we have a chance, and if we don't start now, when will we?

#Polyamoroamer #Polyamory #Polyamorous #Polyamoroaming #Anarchy #Net #Webs #Support network #Support networks #Nets #Love #Community #Friendship

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