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Hello! Could I request some fluff?
If you would, could you write this for Suo, Umemyia and Togame?
What is something that their crush does that makes them short circuit? Like something that makes fall even hard, that makes them exe.stopped moment please?
Thank you!
cuteness overload.
or, sometimes you’re just too cute, featuring: jo togame, hajime umemiya, suo hayato
a/n: uwu fluff i love fluff~ makes me feel so giddy when I write it. suo’s is actually kinda long wtf it’s a blurb damnit
c/w: fem!reader, crushes, fluff, pining?, headcanon blurb format, language, soft!boys, lovey dovey~
note: also, thank y’all so so much for 150+ followers. like that’s just insane, gwaaaaah. it’s like my blog grew overnight and I just ToT!! thank you thank you thank you!!! it’s all thanks to you sexy babes!!
jo togame is absolutely enamored by the way you have to look up at him to talk to him.
it’s a consistent thing you do — you pretty much have to, considering the height difference between you two. but it never fails to make his heart skip a beat.
but, of course, you have to make it a thousand times cuter by adding your own little quirks to it; such as bouncing on the balls of your feet, or standing up on your tippy toes to ‘reach him better’, or the cute little head tilts you do when you ask a question or couldn’t quite catch his words.
but what stalled his engines, killed his brain process, and completely rewired his chemical balance was the day you surged your hands up to pull him down into a chaste kiss. even with him slightly bent to reach you, you still stood on your very tippy toes to slot your lips to his in the most comfortable way.
it lasted all of two seconds, but it was enough to leave togame feeling giddy about it for months after — and even after experiencing it hundreds of times within those few months, it still made his brain short circuit when it happened.
hajime umemiya simply adores the way you try to keep up with him.
he’s got long legs, and it’s all too easy for him to scale many feet with just a few steps — but for you, it’s an endurance battle. even umemiya’s casual strides seem more like a dash, and your legs have to work overtime to keep up with him.
he doesn’t mean to be cruel or unsympathetic; he just can’t hold back his urges at times. umemiya always feels warm when he ‘accidentally’ leaves you in the dust and you scramble to catch up to him, a pout on your lips as you loop your arms around his and force him to match your pace. it makes him feel wanted and needed — and when he’s wanted and needed by you, it’s a feeling akin to heaven.
but the day that all came to a stop was the same day that you caused him to short circuit.
umemiya was doing the same thing he normally did (usually at least once each day) and you reacted in the same way that you had each and every time; except when you looked up at him, you weren’t wearing your signature pout — instead, your brows were scrunched up and your eyes welled with fat tears.
“ume, don’t leave me behind again…” you whisper-croaked, and umemiya was torn in half by the sudden onslaught of ‘oh, no’ and ‘too cute’ that ravaged his brain.
it was cute because you were so distraught by the idea of him leaving you behind, but it was also terrible because you were so distraught by the idea of him leaving you behind.
after that, umemiya never walked ahead of you — he always walked beside you, or behind you; but never ahead.
suo hayato had never entertained the idea of falling in love. it wasn’t that he was objective to it; he figured that at some point it would happen, and he’d just roll with it when it did. but he certainly didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
suo couldn’t quite help it, though. you were a magnetic force, bubbly and sweet and outgoing. you didn’t know a stranger, and showing affection was just second nature to you. you had this (slightly irritating) ability to make someone feel like they were the center of the universe when you interacted with them — and left them feeling incredibly jealous when you did so with another person (or maybe that was just suo who felt that way.)
but what suo loved the most about you was your enthusiastic optimism towards the future. your views on that were a near contrast to suo’s; suo preferred to live in the present, leave the past behind, and simply wait for the future. he felt that focusing too much on the past or the future would take away the sensation of being in the present, so he blocked both of them out in order to fully immerse himself into where he was now.
but you… you talked about the future constantly. passionately. and, contrary to most people who daydreamed about the future, you strived in your present to secure that future you were so passionate about. suo would listen to you ramble for hours on end, never losing interest or falling tired — your voice was simply magnificent.
and that was what he was doing on that particular day, sitting across from you in a quaint little resto-cafe, chin in palm and slowly stirring his quickly cooling coffee as you rambled. you were talking about interior design, something you were highly fervid about, when you said the words that made his heart skip a beat.
“…and I think we should open a tea-house together. I mean, your tea-steeping skills are amazing, and with my eye for design, we could get really popular!”
you were still rambling, but suo had stopped listening. not that he wanted to stop listening — but his mind was stuck on a loop right now.
we. we. we.
you’d spoke of the future many times, but that was the first time you’d included him in it. suo’s heart was completely palpitating in his chest, snippets of a future with you crashing into one another while that little word repeated itself in his mind — courting — we — dates, — we —, buying a house, marriage, kids…
it all splayed across his mind like a movie reel, and before suo could put much conscious thought behind it, he was smiling at you and whole-heartedly agreeing to your idea.
#wind breaker#wind breaker x reader#windbreaker#windbreaker x reader#jo togame x reader#hajime umemiya x reader#hayato suo x reader
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I Didn't Want This Either
l Luke Hughes l masterlist l part 1 l
* warning: death *
"Can we talk?" Jack knocked on the window of Luke's car. He didn't like what he was going to ask Luke, but he needed to get the conversation over with.
"What's up?" Luke watched as Jack fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket.
Jack took a deep breath in, counted to five, before let out the inhaled air.
"I know this is never probably going to happen, but I just want to be prepared just in case. because you never know what could happen. and Addie agrees with me, for once, I know it's crazy.
"Jack spit it out."
"Now that I have two kids. I've been thinking more about what happens to them if something happens to us. And I think I want you to raise them if we can't." The older brother asked of the younger one.
"Jack, I don't know." Luke contemplated what he was being asked, which was really nothing, but he knew. "Isn't there anyone better for the job? Mom? Quinn?"
"No, Luke. Quinn and Liv have enough going on and Mom and Dad don't need to raising two little kids after the raised us." Jack explained. "Plus you're great with them and they love you so much. Please Lukey."
"Fine"
"Great! I'll add you to daycare pick up." Jack reached over to give his brother an awkward hug before they went on with their separate ways.
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"You're pretty." Jack chanced a glanced over at his beautiful wife. They had just dropped the kids off at daycare and were on their way to the rock.
"You're not too bad yourself Mr. Hughes" Addie said scrunching her nose at the man next to her.
"I'll talk to Luke or Nico today, maybe one of them can take the kids and we can have tonight." He kept looking back and forth from the road to his wife.
"Jack watch the road please." She clenched her jaw. There was traffic all around them, making her feel a bit nervous.
"What Ads? It's fine." Jack's eyes left the road again to look at his wife.
"Jack!"
Jack never saw the car until it was too late.
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"Shit. Shit. Shit." Luke jumped out of bed. He scrambled to get ready for practice when the brain fog cleared and he saw it was after 10 am already.
He was so late. His alarms must not have gone off or something, because he was never late for practice. And here he was going to be late for the first time in forever.
Luke chose to forgo his usual morning routine and caffeinated beverage, thinking it might give a chance to get to the practice facility faster.
He was almost there when the traffic started to picked up. There must have been an accident. All sorts of emergency vehicles were surrounding the area.
As Luke got closer to the heart of the situation he noticed a two crumpled up cars. A silver one and a very familiar looking green one.
Luke got a good long look at the wreck as he passed it. Two white sheets littered the ground, the car accident must have been that bad that people died.
That's why there was so much commotion.
He felt bad for the family that was going learn the news that they lost people they loved. Little did he know his phone was blowing up at the moment, messages and phone calls from his parents and brother, family members, teammates, and close friends with that specific news.
The now super late hockey player got to his destination only an hour later than he was supposed to be there. He thought it was a bit odd how the normally packed parking garage was near empty. Where was everyone?
"Luke what are you doing here?" Nico frowned at the defensemen who was trying to get ice ready as fast as he could.
"I know I'm late. I didn't set my alarm and then there was some big accident. I'll do extra of whatever you want. I'm sorry." Luke finishing up lacing his skates up. If he had been looking at Nico eye's went wide at the mention of the accident.
"Practice was cancelled a couple of hours ago."
"Why would they do that we have a game tomorrow?"
"The league is thinking of postponing it"
"Why?" he stopped what he was doing to look up at his captain. There was a feeling in the room, there was something seriously wrong.
Luke finally glanced around the empty locker room, it held the same odd feeling that the lot had.
"Um. Have you looked at your phone lately?" The older man scratched the back of his head nervously.
Luke furrowed his brows at the question. No, he hadn't looked at his phone, he had been a little busy trying to get there as quickly as he could, the action didn't feel necessary at the time.
But now a bad sinking feeling was telling him that maybe he should.
He had a total of 19 missed calls from him Mom, Dad, and Quinn alone. Not to mention the other various voicemails that completely filled the digital voicemail box was completely filled. On top of that there were over a hundred txt messages from a variety of people.
There was even a message from Jack, a simple heart emoji followed by an 'i luv ya bro,' that was timestamped hours before everything else.
"Nico, what's going on?" His voice hitched after he read a txt from Trevor that read 'i just heard about j. i'm so sorry.' When Luke looked up from the device he took note that Nico was now accompanied by their new coach and a few devils' personal.
"Luke you should call your parents back" The captain picked at the skin around his fingers.
"No just tell me. What's going on?" He thumbed through his device trying to decipher the
"Let's take this somewhere a little more private. Yeah?" The group of higher ups attempted to usher then to a different room a little more quiet and appropriate to have this conversation. Luke shook them off, wanting them to just spit it out.
"Say it Nico" Luke shook them off. He wanted Nico to just spit it out. He was tired of this go around and the hesitation
Nico sighed heavily. He didn't want to be the one to tell his friend the news, it would be better if it were coming from a family member, but they were all on there way to New Jersey at moment. So he had to do his best.
"There was an accident" Nico began to say. Luke felt his heart beat faster, and a pit forming in his stomach as he realized what Nico was telling him. Maybe this would have been better coming from his mom or dad, hell even Quinn.
"Jack and Addie were in the car-" Nico continued. That green car that look familiar. Jack had a green car.
"No no no no no no no." He covered his ears in an attempted to block out what Nico was telling him. This wasn't happening.
"they didn't make it." Nico finished. He put his hand on Luke's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. The kind gesture didn't help anyeay as Luke grabbed the nearest garbage pail and emptied the contents of his stomach in it.
It was true. It couldn't be true. Jack wasn't dead. This was all just some sort of prank, a sick joke. Jack was going to walk around the corner and say sike.
He need to get out of there. Anywhere but there. He had this pain in chest, and it was hard to breath anytime he thought of his brother.
He got in his car and drove without a destination in mind. He drove and drove until he found himself in a deserted mall parking lot, not another car or person in sight.
Luke sat in his perfectly fine car and screamed. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would be able to judge him. Not that he cared. He needed to get his emotions out.
Why Jack? Why couldn't have been him? If only he had been on time today, maybe it would have been him in that accident and Jack would still be alive.
He had been receiving texts all day. Luke ignored all of them. A few people called, he ignored those too. Ellen had been calling him at least once every hour, but he still refused to talk to her.
There was one number that had been persistently calling him, even more than his mother had. Maybe she had gotten a hold of a phone and was calling from that. He didn't know, but he finally decided to answer the call.
"Hello, this is Kiya over at Happy Times nursery, am I speaking to Luke?" The very peppy and friendly lady ask.
"Yeah, I've been a little busy, what is this pertaining too?" He mumbled his reply confirming it was him.
"Good, good. We've been trying to reach Jack or Addie for a couple of hours now seein that it is well past pick up time for Lucy and Felix. We were just wondering if someone was on their way to retrieve them. They are our last kids for the night and we would like to go home."
Shit
Let me know what you guys think!
#luke hughes#jack hughes#luke hughes imagine#jack hughes imagine#luke hughes fic#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#nhl fic#Luke Hughes x reader
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☆ florian brand ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons
pairing / florian brand x afab gn! reader
disclaimer / possession, jealous themes, manipulation themes, overstimulation
word count / 1,174 words
⭒ florian brand is a man who masks his true nature. he presents him as need be, a humble and altruistic man. in reality, he is a man who does what needs to be to get by. a man who hides himself from the rest of the world.
⭒ when he first saw you, so helpless trapped in the fire. this was not a new sight to him but oh, something awoke in him. the mere sight of you completely overwhelmed the man of want. of need. your arms frantically clutching his shoulders as he carries you out of the fire. he can’t help but think how pathetic you are, just like everyone else. “i am your savior. you do not need anyone else.”
⭒ his brain is already going into gear mode, racking up on how to mark you his. and so he decided, he doesn’t wish for you to just want him. he needs you to need him, unable to do anything but depend on him. “no one could ever love you like i do.”
⭒ he is a manipulative and cunning man, that you had already suspected ever since you met him. he seemed far too good to be of a man with that sham of a smile. he scared you with the way he looked at you, already having expectations of you. it was intimidating to be in his presence.
⭒ in this tiny town, there are far too many fires to be marked as “wildfires” and too little of individuals who’d just want to start fires every now and then. there can only be a serial arsonist you suspect and you can only be cautious to florian brand. yet, everyone brandishes him as a savior. he was this town’s liberator and even though he was the one who saved you from the fire, he was simply off putting to you.
⭒ he knows of your suspicions on him and finds it so humorous of you to be scrambling around about. after all, there will never be any evidence that points back to him. dropping tiny little evidence and hints every now and then just to tease your little self, he was done playing with you and decided that it was finally time for him to approach you more. not just as the boy next door, but something much more.
⭒ he’d frequent and commute to your house your neighborhood more often. since it was a tiny town and florian is a busy, sociable man in the morning and day, the townspeople around you didn’t suspect at all. it’ll start with morning visits, you’d open your door to start on your chores and already, florian is passing by your house. greeting you with a “good morning!” and then nodding his head and waving to the rest of the townspeople in acknowledgment.
⭒ then, as time progresses, those morning acknowledgments would be nightly visits. he’ll finish his work shift and you’ll find himself knocking outside your door. don't let the little fire investigator in.
⭒ kissing with florian are straight up make out sessions, no matter how soft you go at him at him, he’s going to have his tongue deep down in your throat and your lips will start to bruise.
⭒ when you’re finally all in, he’s the type to be showing you off. he loves physical displays of affection and loves to brandishes you in his love. your shoulders (his favorite place to mark you) would be littered with his hickies. he loves to give you kisses, repeatedly in one area. and especially in a private setting, he’ll be giving you trails of kisses down your waist to your hip.
⭒ florian is average in size and in width, much skinny (even though he’s very strong). however, give him some time with you and already, he knows exactly where to get you absolutely mindless.
⭒ he’s such a childish man, he gets too easily jealous as if he’s a little school boy competing for his first love. he’d absolutely have jealous sex with you, repeatedly ranming himself into you in that same area of yours and yet, it hits differently and so deeper each time.
⭒ he’s the type to just fuck you over and over as he blabbers on and blabbers on in your ear. when he gets really into it, he’ll start biting your ear to the point it’ll feel like it’s about to break off and you have to give him repeated jabs in his back for him to finally notice he’s hurting your ears. or better, pull his hair and make him look at you. god, he loves that fiery look in your eyes and that sharp pain that comes with it.
⭒ he loves oral (reader receiving). he loves to suck on your clit and getting lost in it as he goes down on you. he’s the type to close his eyes and just enjoy it all but every now and then, he’ll look up at you and bats his little eyelashes with his eyes upturning and you know, he’s chaffing at you and loving it. after he’s done, with your legs shaking with how many time you came in his mouth, he’ll show off his tooth eating grin to you with your essence dripping down his lips.
⭒ he loves to overstimulate you and everything about your body parts. he’ll flick and play with your clit on hours and end, humming to himself and whispering lovely pet names to you such as “dear” and “honey”.
⭒ he gets off on your praise. everything you say with him, especially praise, keeps him going during sex. even degradation as any emotions that you feel towards him. whether it be happy, sad, or even mad at him, it has his blood boiling with endearment. he loves your attention and every form of it. as long as it’s directed towards him and nobody else.
⭒ he loves overstimulation. he loves to br overstimulated, you bouncing on his cock or him ramming you in to the point your mind goes blank and you’re practically twitching by the end. he gets so full of himself when he sees that sight of you.
⭒ he loves mirror sex. balls deep in you and having that sight all to himself, your bodies touching each other and you gripping his shoulder like the first day he met you. he’ll take you by your chin and have you turn your head to see yourself and him. “look how good you’re taking me darling. so lovely.” sex with florian is all messy, filled with need and want.
⭒ during sex and aftercare, you can always smell a faint gasoline on him. but what can you say? in fact, you already stopped caring about that little investigation of yours. you must be imagining. who are you to question him as he cleans up the mess and as he stradles you so lovingly in his arms with soft, buttery kisses to put you to sleep.
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Okay let me resend this. Ahem!
I want to hear your opinion on Alpha!Big bro! Bakugou with an omega!little sister! Reader who’s in heat and she is in so much pain that she will let anyone fuck her stupid but he won’t let anyone near her so she demands him to fuck her.
I know I said it was dub con but is it really? Idk-
I am eating this tf up omfg <3
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He couldn't help it. He physically couldn't help the way growls escaped him anytime an alpha tried to go near you while you were in heat. You were his precious baby sister and this was your first heat. No one was going to take advantage of you.
Meanwhile you were dying with need. Howling out of desperation in a way that made Katsuki's heart clench. He gulped before stepping into your room, needing to make sure you weren't actually dying.
"Brother please, please please, need your knot I can't--" You were instantly babbling as soon as you smelled him, his spicy sweet scent calming you down as he came closer.
He should say no, right? He should be the bigger person and leave. Let some other man fill you with his knot and pups just to make his little sister happy.
The thought made him nauseous.
"Please, brother, please, I can't do this anymore it hurts and and I just want it not to hurt anymore," you were on the verge of tears and Katsuki wanted to kick himself. Didn't matter that his stomach twisted knowing what he was about to do. Out of guilt or shame for actually wanting it he wasn't sure.
"Alright, sis. Alright omega. Present for me." He shuddered when the words left his lips, he never thought his fantasies (the perverted ones he kept locked away from the light of day) would come true like this.
You scrambled to obey him, your hips up in the air and your thighs wet with your slick. His mouth ran dry at the sight of your folds glistening and your hole clenching on air.
"'m a good omega, need it, please, I'll be good." You moaned as you felt him climb onto the bed behind you.
He was hard as a rock, wanting nothing more than to feel your wet heat wrapped around his dick. He could tell you were lost to your heat becaues even the sound of his zipper being undone had you in hysterics. Your omega brain had clearly taken over.
"Alpha, need you, need you, need my alpha." You whimpered, moaning loud and long when finally, finally you felt the tip of his dick pressing into you.
You were impatient and thankfully he didn't make you wait any longer, starting to fuck you at a furious pace right from the start.
You were both lost in each other then, your eyes crossing as your cheek was pressed against the bed finally full and soon to be knotted. His cock was pushing into you so deep it felt like he was in your throat. He was losing it because of how wet you were, every squelch of your pussy on his dick made him growl.
"Good omega, so fucking wet for me. Never letting you go. Gonna fill you with my pups and make you mine."
"Yes, brother please, alpha, knot me knot me knot me-"
"Then take it." The swelling at the base of his dick was starting to catch on your rim as he pushed it into you. You keened from the lovely stretch that finally made you feel complete.
When it popped inside you both moaned, your lovemaking complete. It wasn't long before he was pumping his cum into you, his knot keeping every drop locked up inside your pretty pussy.
#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#katsuki smut#alpha/omega#a/b/o#omegaverse#tw omegaverse#tw dark content#tw incest#jasmina writes 🌸#asks#.shameless Saturdays
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holy mary 👍
#i would have 15 sets done by now#if i didnt work 8hrs and then have 8hrs of stream every day#brain so scrambled! so much to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i like this tat much more than the crossed guns lol#juno tat was RUTHLESSLY retconned. luv it!#do we mind if i criticize moon for a second (crickets) ok thanks#in 3.0 the model was called out by chat (properly. good job chat) and his response was ->#prison weight gain#(shaking in anger) despite the (EXTREMELY IMPORTANT) 2.0 canonical starvation in prison#and this time around the change is attributed to... weight loss... in... tahiti....#like fucking WHATEVER i GUESS but. come on. COME ONNNN MANNNNNNN#the botox is fine i guess like who cares haha. who cares. who even cares guys its not that serious.#ok 15til everyone round up lets get it moving come on lets go guys come on come on#nopixel#yung dab
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the healing tour of all time part 2 soul punk boogaloo
#trying and falling so hard to be normal about him#like. i was saying this to a friend last night but this shit took me so long bc i was literally too overwhelmed#bitches with a deep emotional attachment to the lead singer of american rock band fall out boy are crazy#patrick stump#fall out boy#soul punk#fob#tourdust#2ourdust#so much for (tour) dust#so much for (2our) dust#video#idk!!! other tags!!!! do i even use other tags bro idfk my brain is Scrambled Egg
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Cat with homophobia in it's eyes
#zoc scrambled#zoc artwork#rain world#rw oc#rw iterator#zoc shack#LANDS_EDGE#this was just a warm up#the brain has been wanting to draw so so badly but my hands won't allow it#Him with pupils still feels incredibly strange to me but my friends want him carnally when I draw him with them#so#hypothetical him with pupils#they're like screens and he can project whatever the fuck he wants with them#but also him showing pupils is INSANELY rare . Even if you scare him#It is just not something he'd do he'd much prefer having the blank eyes surprisingly#“why did you put paint on your optics you can /literally/ just give yourself pupils” “nuh uh” “ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NUHUH”#|| <- uh#IF YOU SAW ME.. REPOST THIS#No you didn't <3
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ok so i’ve just been feeling. real normal. the thing with angela is that i really really feel like a looooot of people refuse to see her as a complicated, nuanced, and EXTREMELY complex character in favor of disliking or hating her from reasons ranging from her treatment of the sephiriah in lobcorp to point blank misogyny. and like, im not saying you can’t dislike her. like and dislike whatever characters you want. but what’s really annoying is when people actively ignore core aspects of the story or the things that Led to angela becoming the way she was because it’s more convenient or just because they Don’t Like Her. every relationship she has including the one with herself and with carmen as two clearly different people by the end of ruina is messy and complicated turned up to the absolute fucking maximum. it’s easy to paint angela as the villain of the story at first, because that was…..the point. that’s what she was trying to do. in lobcorp she was keeping herself safe by playing that cruelty until it genuinely became an inescapable part of her that guarded the love that carmen (and then Angela by proxy) had for others. it kept her very clearly safe from the things she had to watch, the things she had to do and manage, and how she could never comfort a single person about the hell they were in, NOR could she confide in anyone else. playing off that, i think you could also definitely compare that idea of angela purposefully playing her cruelty up as a purposeful antithesis on her part to carmen’s whole theme of being perfect and their savior. by the lobcorp we play when we finish the 50 days, shes given up trying to be carmen, trying to be good, and is solely focused on herself— and that’s another thing too!!!! to a degree it wasn’t even focused on herself that heavily! a major part of her stealing the light was so that she could spite ayin and spit in the face of his plans, everything he had done for carmen’s “greater good”. angela playing (up) the bad guy is a purposeful thing!!! she’s doing it for a variety of reasons too: she’s trying to keep herself emotionally safe, she’s trying to double down to be as far away from carmen as possible, she’s trying to keep the sephiriah unattached to her and make them similarly cold to the way she is to minimize the pain they have to deal with. and it’s not like angela learned those ideas of “for the greater good” from nowhere. COUGHS.
sorry this is so long im just. so annoyed. i love you angie. im so sorry people don’t get you.
POINTS !!! POINTS AND CHEERS. GOD yeah that part of her character fucking KILLS ME so bad its fucking insane... i never leave my funy lil circle of mutuals so i am not exposed to The Bullshit(tm) but girlies... girlies weve had an ENTIRE GAME t go over this... every day i think abt that one post thats "Congratulations! You have fallen for the ruse this character has put up." bc like. [waves hands around]. MAN.
AND ESPECIALLY LIKE... that purposeful distance makes me think really hard about th pale librarian ending too; presenting herself in a way that breaks that bond before that bond inevitably breaks her-- constantly preparing for the worst because the worst is just what is always given to her. and how she allowed herself to forge a bond between herself and roland, one that ultimately ends up burning her yet again, and becoming a tie she has to snap with her own hands. how this completely reinforces her own self-defensive (and self-destructive) instincts, which ultimately lead to her doubling down on it in confronting the sephirah, ending up completely alone... thinks abt it real hard.
just!!!! grabs and SHAKES.... they werent kidding these hands really are in unloveable hands................... insufferable. iwould kill for them. if anyone is mean to angela ever im exploding them with my mind lasers.
#long post#PAWLOCHEESE IF MY RESPPONSE IS SCRAMBLED iam as they say: scrambled#but i think abt it so so much. literally cannot look at ppl talk abt ruinacorp w/o Intense vetting bc if i hear anyone give angela any mess#its on sight! it is Just on sight! nothing i can do abt this bc im Right; shrimply.#nothing in my brain but a single rotating png of her. u understand.#piktalk#projmoon#also i need u t know how DEEPLY funny it was catching this in my notifs and seeing Nothing but a 50x50 px AyinJumpscare.png JSNFJDH#to everyone able 2 interact w th community at large: 1) You Are So Powerful. 2) I Am So Sorry.#AND ALSO HOKMA'S ''You still are awfully dishonest.'' IS RIGHT!! THERE!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!
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this is a funny as fuck dialogue option for when you're playing a dead-birth-parents-rogue who just so happens to be mixed. get gathened idiot.
#succ speaks#i just think it's funny that wotc constantly has NO idea how to handle half-elves from a mixed lens.#as much as i WOULD be happy that larian devs were there to say 'hey man people can be proud of their mixed heritage'#it's just funny as fuck to me that the first time i'm seeing this line is with mo fucking gathen.#the only funnier option is 3. this bitch is withering away there's nothing sexy about him unless u ask his actual party's paladin(s)#baldur's gate 3 kind of sucks especially early on but it's worth it to me to be funny while playing with friends who know this character#'hmm. i can't seem to recall what happened to elturel.' [finished the descent into avernus adventure path. was one of the adventurers.]#'the zhentarim? i think i've heard of them somewhere' [is a zhent ardragon with specialties in legal dealings and investigations]#the running joke is that he got mind flayer brain damage after a stat scramble and cannot find the right people for the life of him#this is so funny though. imagine i just became a small local hero and some nice girl i helped one time says she'll sing a song about me#and she's like 'what should i sing about' and i'm like. 'how about my mixed heritage.' LMFAOOOOO that's so out of pocket#like my friend is so curious and wants me to choose it because he wants to know what alfira's even going to DO with that like ????
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tagged by @wispstalk for a wip extract... lunette is informed who has been directing an ebony-smuggling operation, or, pictures taken moments before lunette loses her uhh. honour. to carnius's deputy. oh what is going on with the solstheim chapters
‘We have been working for Carnius! – o you coward!’
‘Coward?’ said Uryn half perplexed: ‘at least it pays well.’
‘O does it,’ said I: ‘I suppose it pays enough for your tastes, because you do not complain; but o how much it must pay Carnius! You are a thief, not a bootlicker! the man has diamond cufflinks!’
‘Miss Lunette,’ he said quite plainly: ‘I do not think you can afford to have scruples, either.’
‘I’ll not sell my damn honour,’ said I, ‘I am a thief!’
#breton girl writes#tag game#oc:lunette#writing has been hard these past few days... think my brain has been scrambled by too much translation. so i'm piecing together dialogues#and leaving them for future self to sort out#oh lunette is such a massive hypocrite. which is great because i can just make her do whatever and it's narratively justifiable
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if you ever see me reblogging a bunch of a single artist's works, its most likely bc i just found them and i immediately went "OH THIS IS SO GOOD LOOK AT THIS COOL SHIT" and just started shoveling everything into my arms like a creative media buffet for all my homies to eat up
#please remember to support your artists#they work hard to hone their talents and deserve the recognition and praise#i Love art and i love seeing the passion and inspiration and design process people go through#ive been meaning to learn how to draw personally but i just havent devoted the timr to do so#but i fucking Adore artists and every time i see something cool im immediately just#serotonin boost. brain bouncing excitedly. scrambling to shout praise#i love art. so please be kind and pstient with artists they deserve it#not even just like. picture artists.#writing. photography. all of it#*flops* i love art so much...
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I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.
#luly talks#i do relinquish in the pain and the agony but dont get me wrong the thought of any of them 3 getting jailed makes me SO sad#rog esp since he's the one im writing about and the biggest nerve wreck#gingi voice they'll be the last one to pick the board game for prison-game-night..........#actually yknow i wonder if rog would end up almost believing it after all when you try to gaslight him for the shits and giggles#(as in: telling HE was victim of the bite of 87 and the like) he tells you to not do that bc his brain is already scrambled or something#so there's a chance perhaps he'd believe it if he had everyone constantly accussing him of it?#not like it'd matter much i have no hopes for the dsaf justice system i know its been 35 years since jack got framed but still#i just remembered when the option popped up i said ''god im really becoming steven 😭''#first time i made the joke too was when i said ''imagine your boss sucks so bad you turn suicidal'' no clue what the context was#OH YEAH JAKE SAYING HE'D RATHER FUCKING DIE THAN KEEP WORKING HERE yeah. poor guy.#anyway im derailing my own post again uhhh. yeah. yeah i dont trust any phoney is avoiding the death sentence#dsaf#roger jones#dsaf roger#btw just for the sake of yapping longer i truly cant decide whether harry or jake would survive better in the enviroment#probably jake to be honest. I mean Harry has a lot of experience inside freddy's but he didnt really live outside it muhc#jake is so confrontational though#hey did you guys watch the hit movie felon? sure that guy wasn't framed but. i feel like jake would end up w that attitude#except for. you know. everything else that happens in the hit movie felon.#hey actually forget about this game go watch the 10/10 movie Felon from 2008 starring Val Kilmer and Stephen Dorff#because its one of my all time fave movies and probably the saddest i've seen#not bc there arent movies that are more tragic but bc no movie was able to break thru my walls of idgaf and make me cry anyway#yeah you thought i couldnt bring up my movie fixations on my different fandom posts well you were WRONG in fact#im gonna go tag my other post i left untagged yesterday bc my ass was Cooking
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They didn't bother to take off his goggles when they strung him up on chains. They were too eager to punish and divide the duo dismantling little pieces of Umbrella's operations. Beatings blotted his skin like storm clouds. The tips of his boots dangling a hair's width from touching the floor.
"Too bad I couldn't have you like this in better circumstances. We could have both enjoyed this." @umbrellamedic says as Riddick's bindings go loose.
He comes down on his boots with all that mass. Chains clanging hard on the floor. A deep, furrow-stricken brow has been set since her appearance. Riddick looks up from his shackles with it. No witty rejoinder, no dry comeback. His perpetual pouty frown quiet in its uncertainty.
The disembodied voice darkened in irritation: Who do you think you are?
"This guy talks too much," Riddick rumbled. The scoundrel, revived by his sense of getting even, looking worthy of all the trouble as a dribble of red pooled into his cupid's bow while he but smiled. A dastardly, subtle promise of revenge to come.
"Let's change that."
The arriving reinforcements are another obstacle to be bested. Simply in the way of shipping ledgers they are after. Priority number two, newly added: find that chatterbox fucker and kill him.
The pointmen, entering first, have their orders to preserve the specimen if possible. Riddick has his own code to abide by, to their misfortune, which preserves the self above all else. The medic could handle herself, she's proven it in bloodshed and staying alive. And if ever she couldn't keep up, Riddick had promised to leave her behind to her fate. This fight, this time, he checks in to see that she's not getting overwhelmed. He owes her, and she is paid in the silent shifted phase of their tentative partnership; in this modicum of attentiveness to her safety.
#umbrellamedic#until the lights burn out? until you can't see what's eating you? 「 resident evil verse 」#riddick's character weakness: not know what do to even the most basic human decency but especially choosing danger to help him out#she's scrambled his brains in one move so now ... just know their work is suddenly much more simpatico#and much less like riddick is doing a mission solo and if bertha is also still there by the end that's cool#just felt like it needed a response......u understand
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I wanna draw so bad but in the grand competition for my energy drawing keeps losing to the long reigning champion: crocheting
#I've got so many ideas and my brain's itching to draw#but i just dont know how to prioritise it over crochet when the latter is easier to do when im tired#and im tired a lot since it started getting warmer#plus drawing just takes a ton of my mental energy#probably something about me being amateur‚ not used to it and getting quickly tired cuz all the decision making and stuff#i know it'll probably improve with practice but rn i get tired just looking at my pencils#wanted to start learning digital but yeah nah#is it autistic burnout? is it seasonal affective disorder in summer? is it some possible fatigue problems? who knows not me#im just frustrated with it#also also market season is starting and last year i only did fall ones and after 3rd i was scrambling to make stuff and it was a lot#i wanted to build up a stash of stuff now so i dont have to scramble and wreck my hands with crocheting later#I have a bunch of plans for what i want to crochet to sell but so far ive only had the energy for making the easiest thing i over and over#lucky for me its a quick pattern and i like it a lot‚ it sells and i dont even have to undercharge myself for it#but still#dont have probelms with energy guys it sucks so much#just venting#personal
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*traumatizes your teammates on purpose to make them stop getting ideas* how come my teammates are so fucking neurotic. this must have nothing to do with me
#red rambles#rereading stunticon focused fics because my brain is currently doing its best impression of an egg in a frying pan#scrambled and sizzling. appetizing but not good for much else#anyway this guy is so fucking funny. someone come kill him#his thought process makes perfect sense except for how he is too stupid to be suffered to live#hi motormaster ily also ignore the giant brick i have behind my back. im not gonna hit you in the face with it i prommy<3
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Working on a comm right now and GRRRRRR I HATE COLORING I HATE PIGMENTS AND HUES AND SHADES. WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIGHT TEMPERATURE CHANGES THE COLORS. Monochrome gang
#this is a joke of course I love colors. just.#color relativity scrambles my brain a little bit#WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNN#talkin#no shade to the commissioner either they are a friend that I love so much!!!#anyway I'm still having fun. my eyes hurt tho XD#i hope y'all are having a good day <333
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