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i-like-eyes · 1 year

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Trying to figure out how they'd work as puppets

More in depth analysis below the break

For those that don't know, typically the three most common variants of foam puppet are know as rod hand, live hand, and walk around. Examples would be Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Big Bird respectively. Rod hands are smaller in size and held up by, well, rods. Live hands have the puppeteer (or two!) insert their hand in a sleeve connected to the puppet for more interaction. Walk around puppets are full costumes the puppeteer wears, but what makes them puppets and not like, fursuits, is that there is still puppet mechanisms like moving the mouth or blinking.

Here is what comes from the website/Clown's tumblr:

Julie is a rod hand

Eddie is a live hand

Poppy is a walk around

Barnaby has a walk around and live hand

Howdy has a walk around and live hand

Sally is a live hand but "required an additional hand to help move her head, as it was much larger than other puppets"

Frank is said to have a fixed expression but his head could spin, rather he was rod or live or magic third thing I cannot figure out

Wally doesn't have any details regarding his puppet anatomy because he is special like that

Of note:

Julie likely has smth holding up all that hair (please be a fucked up skull please be a fucked up skull)

Poppy is a pretty standard walk-around puppet (she's just Big Bird), but I'm having trouble understanding how a human could fit into Barnaby or Howdy. Then again, 2d artwork of puppets tend to take liberties for the sake of stylization. So if someone were to make them IRL they'd either look really different or utilize tech I don't think was available in the early 70's

Howdy's legs could work on Squidward Spongebob Musical logic. Arms I have no clue, as a live hand he could have multiple people filling up those arms, but as a walk around idk cheap spider costume logic were the lower arms are attached to the upper arms ala a string?

I do not know what to make of Sally needing extra help to hold up other than that's so specific it might become a plot point

Frank.

Okay Frank lacking details or having weird details that stand out is a running theme for him. He has no listed backstory whereas everyone else can say where there were from and who their family is. Every character's first name ends with a long "e" sound whereas Frank is. Frank. (His last name "Frankly" does cover that though). The fact that WHRP lacks any concrete detail on his creation is a story reason, what's the story no clue we are 5% in dudes

Regarding his puppet, he obviously had a fixed frown because puppet but also could spin his head. Now I have absolutely zero clue how you can have the head spin and also have room for the hand for the mouth, unless this is a rod puppet (Rizzo the Rat) where the mouth is moved by some other mechanism. All I can say is I'd suspect Frank to have a very stiff (read: not majority foam) head and body in order to hold up such a feature. If his head can detach, I can imagine a metal ring of sorts that his collar covers up

His arms are a different story. The website not clarifying how his arms work doesn't really mean there is anything particular about them, but I am going to over analyze is anyway dammit

Points for rod hand: arms/hands are slim, inspirations Bert and Mr.Robinson are rod hands, lack of other rod hands/variety reasons

Points for live hand: Sally also has slim hands but is live hand, not all live hands have thick arms (looks at how small Ernie's upper arms are compared to his fore arms), Beaker hasn't been listed as an exact inspiration for Frank but look at him, and most importantly is Poppy. Poppy is noteworthy for being the only walk around puppet without a live hand counter part. As a result of having wings for hands the puppeteer cannot realistically perform any of the baking tasks in her segment. As a result she gets help from Sally, Howdy, Eddie, and Frank. The former 3 are all live hands, and one can assume that because of this Frank could be a live hand as well

And finally I know he's said to not super expressive but my heart says that he would look great with the eyebrow mechanism Bert and other puppets have.

I should point out that puppets from the 90's (Dinosaurs and TMNT come to mind) used more robotics in order to achieve more expression with the characters, but I don't think that kind of tech was common place in the 70's and would apply here.

The big take away is that this post was made for practical reasons; I am just Quite Fond of researching this kind of thing. This will probably not get you any lore, but it could provide context for the characters. I personally suspect that Poppy not being able to fly or perform tasks she swore she could will play a big of her character. In general I think that what other puppets can and cannot accomplish will play into the theme of figuring out who you are. That's the real fun.

#welcome home #julie joyful #eddie dear #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #frank frankly #throwing him in because he takes up a good chunk of speculation

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somegirlontheinternet135 · 3 months

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Ok but, how cool would it be if there was a click & point adventure game and dating sim based around The Beasts

Like, imagine you, the player, woke up in a dark, unknown forest. You don't know how, or why, you got there, but one thing's for sure, you don't want to stay for long, who knows what kind of horrors could be lurking in the darkness. . ? Quickly you make use of the environment, gathering wood & making a fire (via a minigame) in hopes it'll alert some cookies to your location, and while it doesn't work at first, it does give a certain someone, or something, a beacon to your location. . .

As you sit before the fire you just built, you begin to notice something was off. . . the forest you were in, it was quiet, eerily quiet, normally at night, many forest would be bustling with some sort of life: the sounds of night beasts, owls in the night, maybe the occasional cricket, but there was nothing. What only adds to this uncanny wood were its lack of creatures, not once did you encounter any sort of beasts on your journey. . . both these factors alone made you question what was really happening, is this all a dream? were you going crazy? questions were racing through your head, till finally, something snaps you out of it. . .

"Ooooooh!~ What do we have here?~"

"Has a little cookie come by to give me a visit?~"

A voice from the darkness pulls you out of your thoughts, jolting you onto your feet. Hearing that so suddenly within such a vacant space, you could've sworn you were alone. . ! You frantically look around, desperately trying to find the source of the voice, but the thing only laughs at you. . .

"W-Who's there?! show yourself!!"

"*Ehehe he he he HE HE HE HE!*"

"Try looking up here, darling~"

Your attention was slowly drawn to a tree behind you. On one of the branches, two heterochrome eyes staired at your from below, taking you off-guard, was that. . . a cookie? The creature made zero attempts to hide themselves as he jumps off the tree branch, over your fire. Light from the flames revealed their figure, they appeared to be some sort of jester, its figure & face making them resemble that of a cat. They do a bow before finally introducing themselves

"Shadow Milk Cookie, the world's favorite trickster~"

"Pleasure to meet you!"

In this scenario, the player is given two options, each of course having a different outcome:

Run Away

Sprinting away in fear will, of course, cause Shadow Milk to chase, eventually getting caught, though this does increase his interest in you

"*heh he he HE HE HE!* where are you going you silly little thing?!~"

"That was so much fun!~ I think I'm starting to like you already!~"

Standing Your Ground & Ask Questions

Respectably, you don't anything regarding the fallen heroes, but asking more questions does leave Shadow Milk upset

"H-How could you not know who I am?!"

"Shadow Milk Cookie, actor, playwright, dictator, does that not right a bell?!"

This's basically how the story starts. The player is isekaied into this strange world and are quickly met with the Fallen Heroes, who all woo the player with their charm & status in an attempt to find out how they got in, so they can do the same to get out. . . whatever that means. But one thing leads to another, and they all fall in love with the player, fighting over them. As for the player, they transverse through the strange world, learning of it and its secrets via minigames, hidden secrets, and puzzles, all while learning about the fallen heroes and their backstories. . .

I picture the game itself being a mix between one of those disturbing click & point adventure games (i.e. Sally Face, Fran Bow, and Little Misfortune) and a dating sim (i.e. Obey Me) which by itself, would cause major emotional whiplash, cause imagine going from seeing the most messed up sh*t to smooching your jester bf. For reference, think of the game as "Little Goody Two Shoes" something you should play btw!

#shadow milk cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #i don't normally do “x reader” stuff but this's been swimming in my head for a while #cookie run kingdom x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #slient salt cookie #mystic flour cookie #burning spice cookie #slient salt cookie x reader #enteral sugar cookie #enteral sugar cookie x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader #burning spice cookie x reader

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lord-yabadoo-rules-all · 8 months

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Hello hello everyone!! Long time no see :) I've had this frans in my head for YEARS...I started the character design sheet last year (or was it two years ago?) but recently decided to get off my ass and finish it! So here's a product of hard, August work!

I'm kinda sad to see so many of my frans peers gone, but I hope they're doing well! While I probably won't be some huge online presence going forwards, I'm still excited to support the new gen while I can!

ANYWAYS!! This is my interpretation of HT frans! (og creator @/horrortalecomic) that takes place around a decade after Frisk's escape from the underground. Their life kinda goes downhill fast though, as the combined survivor's guilt, insane trauma after battling the horror known as Omega Flowey, and the sheer lack of a support system just kinda destroys them in that period of time. I won't dwell too much on that time period, though! After moving away from the og Mt. Ebbot city, Frisk gets their fresh start, regularly going to therapy, taking their PTSD meds, managing a pretty popular bookshop downtown, and living with their super supportive roomates!

...And then the monsters are freed, which does throw Frisk into a whirlwind, but after a year or two they feel pretty safe. No monsters seemed to have moved to their city (especially since the monster population is significantly smaller than it was before), so everything would be okay. Until that fateful day...

here they are! fyi frisk's skin, eye and hair colour (except for the blonde streaks) apply to all my frisks now!

I'll add some info here i couldn't fit in the tags! -> They have a fun coworker dynamic where Frisk does NOT know he doesn't remember them so they're constantly walking on eggshells around him.

-> Frisk: Oh god he's after me he followed me for revenge but I deserve it oh god he's so mad at me

-> Sans: wow my manager is so kind and pretty and fun :)

-> Also sans is going to therapy, specifically to treat his memory problems,, so we don't know how long his positive view of Frisk will last...

#undertale #frans #frisk x sans #horrortale #my art #undertale au #HTyabadoo #sans #frisk #also yeah all of my frisk's are enby #they don't care much ab pronouns tho!#also they are all thai now <3 #i wanted to give frisk good style but they're kinda adam sandler core :( sorry guys #dw they can still dress up nice dw!#also YES they have a skeleton tattoo on their right hand #they also constantly wear the locket they got from the underground under their shirt #also because this is MY horrortale AU i decree that Omega Flowey found a way to bring back Asgore's soul with his super cool powers #And Frisk used his soul (as well as the other human souls i suppose) to cross the barrier #weird side effect! now frisk has kind of a part of asgore in their soul #and can kinda see him sometimes #he's kinda their dad atp #will elaborate further maybe #sans is just kinda sans but he's a bit more quiet #still likes to make jokes #but he's a bit overwhelmed with living on the surface #so he's not like murderous #nor is he extremely sad #he's just pretty tired #also he hides his cracked skull with hats #while he's trying to find some sciency job and figuring out qualifications he applies to this bookstore

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pedriscroquettes · 7 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓? – FERMÍN LÓPEZ (ft. fran garcía)

summary. making fermín jealous makes you wonder about the future.

warnings. allusions to smut, paz!reader playing with fran’s feelings, & jealous!fermín.

a/n. apart of the paz!reader universe. fiebre masterlist. (reader is nico paz’s sister)

it was a dangerous game you were playing. surrounded by all of your brother’s friends — who were also professional players — potentially watching you as you clearly flirted with their teammate. fran was an easy target clearly still infatuated by you. you thought him walking in on you with fermín would’ve scared him away but it was quite the opposite. he was also perfect for making fermín jealous, the barça player currently staring at you intently as fran wraps his arm around your waist.

your brother nico had flown out to argentina as soon as he received the call up for the national team giving you the perfect opportunity to finally see the barça midfielder. you’d posted the location of the club on your story hours ago hoping he’d show up and now he was here watching you grind on the only guy besides him who could have you. well, barely. he knew fran would never have a chance or else you would’ve done something already. it was clear you were only letting him get so close to you to make him jealous.

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you stepped back fixing your skirt that had ridden up a bit. “get me another drink?”

“yeah, sure.” he stands up almost immediately. you almost felt bad at how you were toying with him.

almost because as soon as you came face to face with the person you’d been waiting to see you’re glad you got him jealous. you study his face, a bit sweaty due to how packed it was, his cheeks flushed from the temperature, and his dark hair ruffled from partying with his friends. while you were analyzing him he was doing the same to you admiring the short skirt you were wearing similar to the one from last time.

“does he know?” he asks abruptly. making sure that the proximity between you too is too close for comfort.

“know what?” you try to hide your smirk. it’d worked. men were so easy sometimes.

“that when you touch yourself you think of me.” you feel his hand toy with the top of your skirt.

he had been referring to the countless pictures the two of you shared under vanish mode. the endless number of nudes the two of you would get off with. as well as the facetimes after he would perform great or score in a match that included endless panting from the two of you.

“how do you know i don’t send some to him either?” you tease him.

“if you did he wouldn’t be looking at you like a 14 year old kid who just discovered porn.” he scoffed.

you want to tease him again push him even more towards the edge but you had done that long when you let fran get near you. fermín didn’t wanna play around anymore. before you can utter another word he wraps his hands around your neck pulling you into a deep kiss. once you get adjusted your lips move in synch with his and he walks the two of you towards the closest wall. your back making contact with the cold wall as fermín kisses you with so much passion or hornyness.

you’re too lost in the kiss with your hands running through his hands to notice the random stranger exiting the bathroom. the door closes with a loud bang and the two of you separate from each other. embarrassment covers both of your faces and you want the earth to swallow you in that moment. that is until you look up to meet his face and the two of you can’t help but burst out laughing. the moment similar to a scene from a comedy show.

“fuck. is this moving too fast?” he says as he lets out a deep breathe. “you and me?”

you start to think about the whole ordeal. the two of you had only slept together once and now he was the only thing consuming your mind. you also barely knew anything about him at all.

“i don’t know. maybe?” you sound hesitant.

he looks at you seeing the way your face changes as you think. you’re very beautiful under the dimmed lights. you’re very beautiful in general he thinks. if he could outright ask you out he would but he couldn’t and he didn’t want to lose you.

“fuck it?” he asks

“hmm?” you look up meeting his hopeful stare.

“fuck it anyways?” he asks again.

his brown eyes hypnotized you in that moment pulling you in immediately. if your brother got mad at you fuck it. fermín made you feel all giddy inside and you weren’t ready to make that feeling go away just yet. so you grab him by his collar and kiss him. just like he did to you moments earlier. unbeknownst to you the sevilla native would only become a bigger part of your life consuming your every day life. but you didn’t care about anything else when you were with him.

#small blurb for my fermín girlies 🤍#originally made this after a spain nt rabbit hole and thought fran was cute but he’s not gonna be like another love interest so dw #fermin lopez x reader #fermin lopez smut #fermin lopez imagine #football imagine #football smut #gabri’s 800 bash

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vs120shound · 10 months

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SMOKING SWEETIES BRAND NEW: SMOKING LADIES PARTY 🚬 (7 BSWs GETTING DRUNK) 🚬

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ | Five "Stars"

From ericcartjman (SFK) | ★☆ (S/R)

Multi-Media 23-Pack

Dancing, getting so drunk -- smoking up a storm seven-fold (with an up-and-coming starlet to boot)!

. . . could they be having a better time? Probably not. All of SSW's multiple-BSW party series videos are unique but they share some prime characteristics: A lot of drinking. A lot of singing. And heavy, heavy chain light-ups often, indulgent joyous, addicted smoking. And they rarely are overdressed, showing much with which they were endowed -- up top, down below (caboose) and around their often taught bellies. They almost all appear as though they work-out religiously but with their habits with their cigarettes, it might be happening but the maintaining of a semblance of a high-quality fitness level would be demanding. Smoking and being a regular on a treadmill or stationary bike are kinds of incongruous. Wouldn't you say? This clip highlights some outstanding talking exhales, wonderful examples of the rarely seen "residual" exhales, superb light-up, hard core dragging and some top-notch, powerful exhales. These 7 new BSWs look scrumptious; they look divine; they look delightful. They are seductive, sultry and sexy. All are good looking and some are gorgeous, or their beauty quotients put them on the cusp of that status. This all applies to this video of "Smoking Ladies Party" -- which is hot off the presses -- as it does to the others from Smoking Sweeties' related series. Web-master/web producer Fran has set standards for these kinds of videos. So they are consistent by featuring similar attributes in style and flavor, with alike action from these lovely Spanish BSWs. The titles of the 12 videos in the same SSW genre include: Dance Class Meetup with 4 Smokers, 3 Smoking Girlfriends - Part 1, 3 Beginners Playing Pool, Smoking Ladies Night, Lucy and Ainhoa: The Chimney Girls, 3 Chimneys Talk about Smoking, 5 Chimneys in the Wine Cellar, 4 Chimneys in the Wine Cellar, 3 Chimneys in the Wine Cellar, 4 Heavy Smoking Girls Playing Cards, 4 Heavy Smoking Girls and, let's not forget, 3 Chimneys Playing Cards.

From the site administrators' narrative on the Smoking Sweeties post of "Smoking Ladies Party":

"Seven beautiful girls from different generations have come together. They are all regular smokers of [cork-tip] cigarettes in their real lives. . . . " . . . During the first 25 minutes of the video, the girls share some drinks while smoking and talk about their smoking habit. Talking exhales, open mouth inhales and large cone exhales are on display here. "The topics of conversation include how they started to smoke, sneaking cigarettes from their mothers, how they hid in high school to smoke their first cigarettes, their favorite cigarette of the day. And how their boyfriends have unsuccessfully tried to make them quit."

And to an extent, Fran might have discovered an emerging SF star, Nerea, the youngest of the lot who specializes in those outrageous French inhales. "She shines among them," the video's narrative proclaims. Two of the five reviews on the website on the first day of its release made mention of Nerea -- in glowing terms. Maybe we have a star in the making here in Nerea. She is already gaining fans within the Greater SF World Community. Now an excerpt from one of the five reviews posted to SSW, within the first 17 hours of its publication:

10 hours ago, by Raul

"The girl with the septum piercing [nose ring] desperately needs a solo video, as she stands out from the rest. She has an absolutely perfect face and you can tell she was born to smoke. She has the potential to be a smoking goddess like [SSW SF models] Lorena and Victoria."

Added in late-June 2023. Thanks to ericcartjman for the original post on Smoking Fetish Kingdom. Credit is deserved by the vs120shound staff for arranging all the details to bring to posting in a few handful of hours (some had outside work obligations to navigate while pitching in for our post's production). Quite a debut for each of these seven would-be SF models. Quite a snazzy introduction to the perhaps looming Smoking Ladies Party series.

SSW's 'OFFICIAL' ACCOMPANYING PHOTOS

Now for all 22 pictures released with the post within the past 24 hours on SmokingSweeties.com (Spain) but they are re-arranged in vs120shound style:

#SF #Hot women who love smoking cigarettes #Smoking cigarettes #Smoking #Spanish girls partying -- dancing and drinking and smoking!#Smoking Sweeties (Spain)!#Nerea and her cool-as-ice French inhales!

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dammarchy211 · 1 year

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Rejoice! Donatella backstory headcanons be upon ye!

Donatella was raised by her widowed mother, Lorenza, with her 4 sisters, living in a small town in Italy. After years of performing as a figure skater and dancer, Lorenza was finally able to settle down in a town with her now deceased husband. A mix of the death of her husband, and the hoops she had to jump through to get her life as good as it was for her and her daughters, Lorenza suffers from the same personality defects has Alma from Encanto (though I had actually made Lorenza before that movie came out haha). She pushed all of her children to pursue the same career she did, as she that’s what she knew how to teach them best, as well as pushed them to all hold themselves with the same grace and elegance associated with their profession. Constantly. Francesca was always the troublemaker child, but in twin cliché fashion, her and Dona always went everywhere together. Eventually when Dona was around 16, and sick of the grueling practice, being sheltered, and the closed off behavior of her mother, she decided to run away with the circus that had come to her town. It wasn’t Augustus that originally made her go, though he was nice and she liked him a lot, it was really the freedom. Lucy (though Marona at the time) was so much more warm and welcoming than her mom, and while her dancing and skating training would come in handy with the acrobatics, it wasn’t something she was forced to do. So she left in the night and never turned back. However due to the fact she wasn’t just leaving her mother behind (and the fact that she was leaving her mother behind, she still loved her regardless), it’s something that STILL eats Dona away inside, so she never really told any of her children about any of her family members. She’s more of a sweep anything that’s troubling you under the rug kind of person.

She wrote to her mother over the years, telling her about her life and just trying to keep in touch in some way, but she never got any messages back, despite Lorenza still reading the letters (Somehow her mother can hold a grudge for that long). The main reason Dona was so upset that Raz had run away, is that she really didn’t want to face the hurt she had caused her own family, and fearing she had become too much like her own mother, she masked it with passive aggressiveness.

I’ll just briefly go over their personalities too !

Fran: Even though Dona kinda got put on Lorenza’s shit list permanently for running away to the circus, Fran is this the one she butts heads with when it comes to family members she’s actually in touch with. She’s a famous fencer! Something her mom wasn’t the happiest about but she grew to at the very least tolerate it over time. Fran is very bold and extroverted, as well as a romantic and chivalrous person when it comes to her fiancée. She loves action and despite holding some contempt for her closest family member running away, she mostly just really misses her. If anything, she just wished Dona had brought her with her. Despite not following her mother’s career path that she set for her children, Francesca is probably the most well known out of all of them.

Pippa: Pippa is the second youngest after the twins! She does figure skating like her mother, and has At Least one kid (who is named Michelangelo or Mikey for short). She’s the biiig gossip or the family, and loves talking, which is basically how she’s been her whole life. After Dona left, her and Fran grew a little bit closer (but still not as much as her and her twin). Pippa is a bit of the glamor girl, but she’s very nice and bubbly, and when it comes to gossip she just likes to hear and talk about drama, not really insult people. As a kid she tried her hardest to be like her oldest sister, Giovanna, which worked out for her in some ways, but put pressure on her in others.

Imelda: Imelda is a bit closed off and introverted. She’s not openly shy, but she prefers to spend her time not talking. She used to be a dancer (more specifically ballet) but changed careers to something more “practical” like a business or research based job (idk yet like an accountant or data analyst or smth) when the dancing wasn’t really working out. I could mmmaybe see her having children but probably not.

Giovanna: Giovanna is the oldest, and golden child. She never really experienced parentification, their mother fussed over them a lot, but she was still held up to the standard of the example for her younger sisters. This caused her to be much closer with her mother than any of her sisters. She also found herself scolding her sisters for her mom. Giovanna ended up being a figure skater like her mother.

Lorenza: I feel like I talked about her a bit in the backstory already but like, imagine Alma from encanto, yeah. She’s super passive aggressive when she sees Donatella again. After a whiile she comes around and sees where she went wrong, and they keep in touch. Nona thinks she has a stick up her ass, and Lorenza is a peeved her grandkids call their non-Italian grandma ‘Nona’ (Dona’s like “I’m sorry they picked it up from me!! I didn’t think they’d ever meet you!” Which just makes things worse.) queue running joke of the Aquato kids trying to think of something to call Lorenza instead of Nona.

OKAY TOPIC SHIFT. HERES FRAN AND HER FIANCÉE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Gay aunts win

#my art #psychonauts #thedamtalkingtag #psychonauts art #psychonauts fanart #donatella aquato #psychonauts donatella #psychonauts original character #psychonauts oc #psychonauts ocs #psychonauts headcanons #original character art #Francesca Ghiaccio #Fen-Fang Yuen #Lorenza Ghiaccio #that’s all I’m tagging rn I don’t have much content I’d probably post for everyone else but that might change #reminder that Dona’s family is still romani in this !!#also ik it says Dona met Agustus when she was 19 in scrapped dialogue but I don’t care it’s scrapped❤️#maybe that’s when they started dating or smth

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underoossss · 7 months

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Hey not sure if you are still asking for short blurb ideas but what about reader surprising Joe or Steve at one of his shows (like at one of his concerts)?

I made some changes, I hope that’s okay. I just don’t write for joe, just for steve so this is surprising steve at work after being away. Enjoy mutual pining idiots in love.

no warnings, 1.2k

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

There’s a skip to your step as you round the corner towards Family Video. Steve’s got no idea you’re back in town, you told him you’ll be back tomorrow, but it was a little white lie to surprise him today. Four days away from your best friend in the world was torture, especially if you had to go away to the middle of nowhere for a family reunion. It’s not high school, why do we have a reunion? You asked you parents as your car pulled away from your driveway last Friday. Aunt Fran wants to. Well Aunt Fran is crazy and you really need a hug from Steve right now.

Your heart pitter patters inside your chest, and anticipation makes your hands tingle with nerves. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. It really fucking does; your feelings are all over the place and if you don’t keep them in check, he’ll know you’re crazy in love with him. With a deep breath of fresh autumn air, you push the doors to FV open and step inside.

“Stop crying, I’m back.” You say loudly, as Steve is nowhere to be found at the checkout counter.

There’s a loud crash and the sound of boxes falling coming from the back room before hurried steps announce Steve. “Oh my god!” Steve’s smile is star bright, lighting up his whole face and wrinkling the corners of his eyes. His arms are wide open as he all but runs towards you with you meeting him halfway.

A pleased laugh leaves you as Steve squeezes you to him and spins you around. You let yourself close your eyes and soak in the warmth and affection coming from him, you’ve missed him so much. He puts you back down on the ground but doesn’t let go. “You’re never leaving for so long again!” Steve laughs next to your ear, and so do you.

“I’m guessing my surprise worked.” You grin, stepping back and meeting his eyes. Your eyes take in every detail even though you’ve already memorized his face. He’s wearing the pair of jeans that drive you crazy and a cozy soft green sweatshirt that brings out his brown eyes. You need to stop staring.

“You lied to me.” Steve rolls his eyes but pulls you into another quick hug. “How was the trip?

“So bad, Stevie.” You groan, walking towards the counter and leaning against it. “Aunt Fran thinks TV makes you crazy and doesn’t allow radios in her house!”

Steve laughs loudly at this and though you try to frown and be serious you can’t; the sound fills your chest like a helium balloon, full of so much love for the boy in front of you. “You can’t be serious.”

“Stevie, I’m not joking around!” You cross your arms, groaning miserably at the ceiling. “I couldn’t listen to music for four days!”

“Babe, what happened to you Walkman?” Steve’s eyebrows meet in the middle as he leans sideways against the counter, facing you.

You bite the inside of your cheek and look away from him. “I might have accidentally stepped on it, accidentally, and now it’s a bit broken.”

Steve’s hand pushing some hair away from your face is what brings your gaze back to him. He’s smiling, “You really shouldn’t listen to music lying on the floor, you always leave your Walkman there.”

Body burning and heart hammering you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I’m sure I can bribe Dustin to fix it.” When Steve chuckles you change the topic. “How were things while I was gone?”

“Boring.” Steve blows some air through pursed lips, shoulders hunching as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, but moustache dude was here on Saturday.”

“No!” A loud belly laugh leaves you at the news. Moustache dude as you call him is this random old man that comes by to rent old westerns, a big moustache under his nose that he combs constantly. Every few minutes to be exact. It’s a weird moustache and kind of greasy, which overall is gross. Ever since you were here one day and had to hide behind the counter to laugh, Steve gets the giggles when he pulls out the tiny comb from his pocket.

“He was out the door fairly quickly, I guess he wanted to see you.” Steve jokes, smiling softly as you finish laughing. “Maybe I should grow a moustache like that.”

“Stevie, no.” Your giggles are cut short and replaced with horror. “Don’t even joke about it.”

Steve scoffs, pretending to be offended. “You don’t think I can grow a moustache like that?”

“’Course you can.” You shake your head. “It wouldn’t suit you is all, your face is pretty as it is.”

To your horror, you bring a hand up to his face and you thumb traces the tiny bit of stubble along his jaw. “It’s nice like this.” You blame your poor schooling of your feelings during the four Steve-less days; your heart has taken the reins for a second as your eyes linger on the pretty moles and freckles on his cheek. Then as if electrocuted you put your hand back to your side. “But, it’s your call. Maybe moustache dude needs a friend.”

“Maybe.” Steve’s tone is far away and indecipherable but gives you no time to panic that you made things weird because he grins softly at the floor. His hand comes up to scratch his chin as his eyes meet yours. “You know, there’s going to be a rom-com double feature at the drive in tonight. I was kinda bummed because you were gonna miss it. But now that you’re here…”

“Yeah?” You prompt, heart climbing up to your throat; this sounds like a date, you think.

“Would you like to go? They’re playing your favourites.” Steve smiles before looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I have so many favourite rom-coms, Stevie.” You smile at him, taking a step closer.

“Definitely from your top five.” He looks down at you, happy just from the sight of you. It makes you feel electricity underneath your skin. “So, what do you say?”

“What time are you picking me up?” You ask in confirmation, loving the way his face lights up.

“7:30.” He says after he clears his throat.

“Sounds perfect.” You nod, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “I umm– should leave you to fix that mess in the back room.”

“Yeah, um… yeah.” Steve nods stepping closer to you and pulling you in for a goodbye hug. “See you later, then.”

“Bye, Stevie.” You smile, pulling away from the hug and walking backwards towards the door. It’s only when you round the corner out of view from FV, that you let yourself celebrate; you don’t know that Steve is doing the same.

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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I'm back on my silly goofy haha bullshit once more. [This time with itward]

Itward with a reader who likes to make bread and tend to plants, maybe they make flower crowns and gifts for itward like bread and plant related things! [A basket made out of dead grass or handmade paper/books! Paper can be made from a bunch of weeds and just plants in general mixed with baking soda and boiled!]

Make sure to take time to rest, get water and eat something, such as a snack! :D

Itward x reader who bakes and does plant stuff !

LETS GO ITWARD FANS WE EATING TONIGHT!!!!!

God I'm so so sad that fran bow and little misfortune is.. not that popular <\3 or at least doesnt have a huge active fanbase

Which sucks because it deserves the attention! The game is amazing and did a lot for me growing up (comfort media am I right?) And you can tell the creators put so so so much passion into the games

Also itward pretty

Honestly until we are confirmed otherwise, I like to think that everyone returned to ithersta after the end of the game... and until more content comes out (iirc they are working on a DLC bonus chapter! Dont quote me on that !!) And disproves that, I am going to believe that itward raises fran in ithrsta

Anyways

Whether the reader is human or from a different reality, they're here in ithersta, too! Plus I think that's the most fitting place given the prompt :0

You and itward love baking together, often exchanging recipes and sharing tips on how to get the best product!

Imagine you two start a garden in order to be more self sufficient! Berries and veggies (get creative with the bread flavors!!!!) and the like are grown in your garden as well as some herbs and such! As well as other general plants that may be needed for whatever; potions, ointments, ect!

Plus itward just seems to be the type to be as self sufficient as possible, doesn't tend to buy things unless it's something he truly cant produce on his own..

Very friendly but asides from Fran, mr midnight, palontras, ziar, and the great wizard, and even cogwing, I dont think itward speaks to many people, given his introverted nature... at least according to the character sheet KMGs posted a few months ago!

Keeps every single piece of paper you've made for him. Compiling them all into multiple books! Keeps all his books in a little shelf he built in his ship... they're all kept neat, tidy, and dusted!

Ooouuugh he looooves when you make him flower crowns, loves slipping them around his hat and letting them rest on the brim of it

Dries out the crowns so he can preserve them for as long as possible... adds them to the main area of his flying ship, where the little shadow theatre thing is!

No thoughts only you two in the garden and he tucks a flower behind your ear.. looks at you with so so much love

You think his eyes can get all huge? Like cat eyes? Because I think so... his eyes get all round when he looks at you

Full of love

Okay back to the baking portion of this because I'm kind of neglecting it a bit, I feel

Theres nothing sweeter than baking something with your loved one, and enjoying your team work and company

I think you guys would have music softly playing in the background while you both work together

Maybe I want to rewatch fried green tomatoes, but you guys end up having a lighthearted food fight

Completely out of character for itward, but I think you can spark this silliness in him

Plus despite what the suit may imply, I think itward doesnt mind getting dirty... I mean he literally is an engineer! Bro probably gets greasy sometimes! Please help him clean the crevices between his bones

... that's another idea I absolutely adore and have talked about ^^^

Hold his hand and help him clean between his bones, please please he'd be so still and patient

#itward x you #itward x reader #fran bow itward #itward #itward headcannons #itward imagine #x reader

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goldustwomun · 2 years

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post break-up sex (f.c.)

pairing: frank castle x ex! reader

summary: “post break-up sex to help you forget your ex.” only, does it count if the person you’re about to fuck is the very person you’re trying to forget?

warnings: smut; oral (f receiving); handjob (m receiving, obviously); kissy kissy; angst; no backstory what so ever; an ending you’ll probably hate but <3

wc: 2.9k+

note: if i read another word of plato or sophocles or any other dead white guy, i will actually collapse into a puddle of tears; anyway, i’ve wanted to write this for SO LONG but literally had zero energy, and i don’t even know if it’s that good but here it is :))

You hadn’t seen Frank in months, but he still lingered in the darker parts of your mind, in the forefront of memories, some happy and others not as much, in stolen moments between blood and battles, in the pitch black of the night when he had a few hours of reprieve and wanted to spend them with you.

You hadn’t seen Frank in months, but he was ringing your doorbell like a mad man, the incessant buzzing waking you up from the kind of restless sleep you’d been plagued with for who knows how long (months, probably, about as long as you hadn’t seen him).

“Who is it?” you questioned into the static, each crackle like a gunshot amongst the silence on the other end.

You could easily place the heavy inhale, even with the altered modulation of the intercoms speaker.

“It’s Frank,” he said, nothing more nor less. Not an explanation, an argument. Not even a please, sweetheart, let me up.

And the fact killed you, almost as much as losing him the first time. Because he knew you’d let him in again. He didn’t need to offer up any sort of excuse, not with you and what the two of you had been through.

Still, your breath caught in your throat, stuck amongst words like no or leave or anything else that could cut this interaction short, save you some face and dignity. But you already knew none of that mattered when it came to him, not when he could be hurt or upset or all fucking alone.

If he felt anything close to what you had, have been, you’d let him up in a heartbeat.

Your finger hovered over the buzzer, on a precipice or a mountaintop where the road behind was entirely clear, one you could easily turn back to and forget what lies ahead.

And then you remember it’s him, and no matter the storm lurking, you swallow your dread and push forward because he’d do– he’d done the same for you.

“One sec,” you answered weakly.

It didn’t take long for him to climb the three flights of stairs to your apartment, and you stood in front of the door, still in your lame excuse of sleep attire– a too-big t-shirt with KISS on the front, their painted faces cracked and faded from having worn it far too often, and a once-soft robe you had shrugged on when the cold leaking into your bedroom had turned your fingers purple.

His heavy knock echoed in your ears, and you wondered what would happen if you simply ignored it, convinced yourself it was a dream (or a nightmare) and that you should go back to bed, pretend none of it had happened before it was too late.

Minutes passed and the world was still around you. He hadn’t knocked again and that sudden, sobering feeling– like a bucket of ice over your head– washed over you, panicked he had left and was, once more, slipping out of your grasp.

You stumbled forward in your haste to not let him leave, not this time, thick socks sliding against the wood, and when the door swung open, you froze at the sight ahead.

Frank was in the only colour you’d ever known him to wear, all black and stretched annoyingly tight over his broad shoulders. His clothes were seemingly in order, but his sweat-soaked hair, the bruise along his jaw and the thin slice down his bottom lip told you he’d come from ‘work’.

“Hi,” he rumbled, voice deep and soothing in a way you hadn’t realised you’d missed so intensely until you’d heard it again. It was like burnt sugar and liquid gold and whiskey. It was Frank and your chest heaved in pain and exhaustion and love.

“Hi,” you parroted, breathless, unsure of what to do with yourself, if he was here because he left something (he hadn’t, he was meticulous about not leaving any trace of himself in your apartment, in your life), if he needed help. Or maybe, stupidly, naively, you hoped, if he missed you.

“Can I come in?” he asked, again, no further explanation for his presence.

You answered by stepping back, opening the door farther for him to slip through. It shut with a soft click once he was inside and your hands shook, almost imperceptibly, as you turned the lock and slid the deadbolt in place.

Almost imperceptibly because before you had a chance to turn around, Frank’s own, large, hand, bruised knuckles and all, slid over yours, holding it in place so the tremors stopped. You were afraid to turn around, afraid if he saw the look in your eyes– of yearning and desire and an infatuation you still hadn’t been able to shake– that he’d run for the hills all over again.

But you didn’t have a choice in the matter when he then turned you himself, running his calloused fingers up the blanket-soft arms of your robe until they rested at the space between your shoulders and neck. He kneaded, delicate in a way that would have the rest of the world doing a double-take.

Is that Frank Castle, all soft and gentle and not at all the lean, mean, killing machine he shares with everyone else?

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, meaning almost hidden by the roughness in his voice, like he hadn’t used it or that word in a long time, maybe in months. “Look at me, please.”

It wasn’t often he said please, and like you’d already deduced, you were a coward, but a coward in love. And when the man you love, likely the only man you’ll ever love, says please, all you can do is obey and pray the hurt isn’t so bad this time around.

So you tilted your chin up, face hard with a wobbling confidence. You knew he could see through it, but you tried anyway. His hands moved up as well, thumbs tracing along the column of your throat before tracing circles into your cheeks, palms lining your face and fingers tucked tightly behind your ears.

You were immovable and the rational part of your brain urged you, screamed, shouted, hollered with hopeless desperation– move, leave, hide under your bed if you have to, because Frank Castle doesn’t only have your skull in the palm of his hands, but your heart and body and soul and–

“Frank,” you said finally, his name in your mouth like a kick to his gut. Because he almost flinched away, almost let go, but your hands went to circle his wrist, holding him to you. He started this, so he had to follow through, you reasoned.

“I know I shouldn’t be here,” and he moved closer, defiantly, crowding you up against the cold plane of your front door. He moved and moved until his forehead knocked against yours, until you were breathing the same air into your lungs, breathing each other in and savouring the intimacy of being so impossibly close again.

“I know I shouldn’t be here,” he repeated, like he was trying to convince himself of the fact. “But you– fuck, I can’t get you out of my head, and it’s driving me crazy.”

You tried shaking your head as much as you could considering his grip on you, and when you spoke, it came out harder than you’d expected, more mean and biting and cruel, a ghost of his own voice that night he left. “That’s your own fault, Frank. I didn’t make you leave, you chose to.”

And then he was shaking his head as well, breathing so hard his whole body moved with every inhale and exhale, shifting forward so his mouth was pressed against the tops of your cheeks, speaking the words into your skin because maybe you’ll hear him better, understand him a little more.

“No, no, I had to– I fucking had to, you know what they would have done to you.” He spoke raggedly, broken, no trace of the unflinching man you’d loved. “but now, I just– I can’t–”

He convulsed, choked, crumbled in on himself, and you did what you had to do.

Before you could let him finish, before he spiralled into a mess of consonants and vowels and said something he’d come to regret later, you closed your eyes, opened your mouth, pressed a kiss to his jaw that had him slowing down until he came to a halting stop.

He moved back until his face came into view, and then he was surging forward as well, though this time aiming for his mouth on yours.

“I’m sorry,” he urged into your mouth, shoving his body into yours, wonky nose squished into your skin, paw-like hands pushed under your robe, under your shirt, until skin met skin and you melted in his hold like you’d done millions of times before. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“I know,” was all you could manage, too busy devouring and being devoured as he tugged on your chin, letting the tip of his tongue slide across your bottom lip before delving deeper. “Fuck– Frank, I know.”

You skimmed his lip, pressing hard on the cut there as the taste of crimson and iron filled your tastebuds, and he, Frank, bucked up into you, the already hard length of him pressed right where you needed him but with too many layers for it to mean anything.

“I’ve been thinking of this, of you,” and his mouth trailed wet kisses down your throat, across your collarbones, greedy hands rucking your shirt up until he fell to his knees, the image of obedience though with a sinister flicker in his dark eyes that told you he was going to take what he wanted, what he was owed, what was his.

And, of course, you were his. You always would be.

He mouthed into the exposed expanse of your tummy, taking extra care with the softer parts of your body as he grabbed and grabbed and grabbed. Your fingers slipped through his short strands, searching for something to hold onto before you settled on the doorknob digging into your side from how you were pressed, hard, into the door.

Karen had said something about how important a rebound is after a serious, long term relationship– “Post break-up sex to help you forget your ex.” Only, you think you’ve gone about it the wrong way, especially when Frank lifted your leg, easily hooking your thigh onto his muscled shoulder.

Does it still count if the person you’re about to fuck is the very person you’re trying to forget?

You didn’t have time to mull over the question. His gaze never left yours, piercing and prodding that innermost part of you, and all you could do was return the stare, watch with an open mouth as he bit into the fleshy part of your thigh, struggle to squirm against him as he held you still with that effortless strength that had you swooning, even now.

“Gonna eat this pretty cunt of yours now, okay, sweetheart?” he asked, or said, you weren’t sure.

But it didn’t matter, not when the hand not acting like a vice around your leg moved to rip the thin material of your underwear away from your body. You nodded helplessly, failing to form words as he gave you that look, the one that left you flushed and stupid and trembling in his wake.

“Please, Frank,” you whimpered, falling back into old habits as you uselessly dug your blunt nails into the back of his head. He refused to move, too busy fixated on your writhing form.

“Frankie,” you tried, pleading with him to do something, anything.

The nickname must have hit the right button in that strange mind of his because he wasted not even a heartbeat before he rushed forward, nose pressed against the throbbing bud of your clit as his tongue dove straight between your folds, lapping messily at the slick already gathered there.

“Holy– fucking– fuck!” you heaved, body rolling as you grinded into his mouth, forcing him closer, closer, closer. Because nothing was enough, not when it was Frank and his dangerous mouth and searching tongue and hungry eyes you couldn’t avoid.

“Your gushing, honey–” he teased, not needing to see his mouth to know he was smirking into your pussy. “Fucking creaming all over my tongue.” And your eyes seemed to roll back as he moved to suck harshly on your clit, finger coming up to slide into your quivering hole, scissoring in and out before another joined.

“I– it’s too much– Frankie–” You weren’t sure what you were begging for anymore, but he seemed to know as he pistoned his fingers harder, deeper, curling up against that spongy spot that had your legs buckling, and his arm snapped against your waist before you could fall any further.

He continued his merciless onslaught, alternating between his fingers and tongue and you saw stars when his nose dug into your clit, the bundle of nerves sparking with every accidental brush or press.

You fell apart what felt like seconds later, hands held to the back of his head, pressing him further into you that you didn’t even care if he could breathe or not.

It was only when your eyes flickered open that you looked down through bleary eyes, heart and head pounding, and you noticed his cock in his hand, zipper undone and fist pumping over himself as he cleaned up the mess you’d made between your thighs.

“Jesus, Frank– I can’t– I’m so–” and it was his turn to cut you off because he slid off the floor easily, and kissed the words straight out of your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself invading your mouth, something sweet but salty and addictive when it was his mouth that was on yours.

“Can I, honey?” he asked, terribly polite. The way he looked at you, like you were some Goddess or deity or, at the very least, an angel sent to ruin him and only him– you nodded frantically, delicate hand joining him as you tugged on his pulsing cock.

Frank’s mouth fell open, head tipped back, fists slamming against the door hard enough you worried it would fall straight off the hinges.

“Can’t do this to me, sweetheart,” he begged, and you couldn’t stop, not when he was groaning into your hair and falling apart in your hands. “I’ll cum if you keep going.”

“That’s the point, Frankie,” you teased, mimicking his blissed out look through hooded eyes.

“Fucking– shit– no, not like this.” He pushed his mouth into yours, smoothly sliding a hand around your wrists and pinning them above your head. “Not gonna cum in your hands when your cunt is right there.”

You were flushed from everything, the touches and kisses and looks. But the way he spoke, with words you didn’t dare repeat and a deepness that rivalled even the Marianas Trench– you chased after his mouth as his free hand lined the head of his prick, purple and leaking, up to your entrance, before he slammed in, barely taking half of him until tears sprung to your eyes.

“Feels so good, sweets, so fucking good,” he said into your mouth, pulling your leg up to hook around his hip, and your only response was garbled half-words mixed with moans and whines. “Fucking made for me.”

“Yours, Frank,” you managed, as the rest of him slid into you, pulling you up onto the tips of your toes with every snap of his hips. And he kissed your tears away, lips blazing fires into your skin. “I’ve always been yours.”

“Good,” was all he returned, voice raspy and too focused on the pull and push of his hips, the squeezing of your walls around him, you and your splotchy face and tear-stained cheeks and– fuck, you were perfect.

The sloppy tip of his cock hits something inside of you, something that has you keening and doubling over, Frank’s chest the only thing holding you up as you collapse into him. He finally released your hands and they instantly curled around his neck, pulling him in as you buried your face into his shoulder, teeth and nails digging into the wet material of his shirt.

“I’m gonna cum, Frank, I’m gonna–” and your hips jerked up voluntarily, his fingers rubbing tight circles into your clit. The heat built up, hot flashes of white against the lids of your eyes, and you were right there, on the edge of it.

“Please, honey, please,” he grumbled into your ear, hot breath ghosting the shell of it.

You thought that was it, he’d keep pounding into you, whispering every erotic thought that came to his mind, feeding that ego of his that told him you were his, his, his.

And then he said it, and you were a goner, falling under as your release washed over you, body quaking to your very bones.

“I love you, you have to know, I’ll always love you.”

You were silent after, and he stopped his movements, just held you tight like he was afraid you’d melt right out of his embrace. After a stilted push on his shoulders, he backed away, slipping out as he tucked himself back into his briefs, pulling his pants up.

You watched, wordless, tugging on the hem of your t-shirt. But no matter what, it did nothing to hide the yawning chasm that had appeared between the two of you.

You shivered, looking anywhere but at him, blinking away tears you refused to shed while he was still standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” and you opened the door for him.

“I know,” but he was already gone.

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grave-c · 9 months

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5AM headcanons as I slowly get back into Moral-ing

- idk how much from Narcissism the fandom accepts, but it does make me categorize Bloberta as the “prettiest” / most desired woman in moralton based on the fact that she made Putty climax with words alone.

- As goofy as that is it also re-contextualizes a lot. She is “off limits” even in infidelity because she’s the mayor’s wife.

- I also think if Dottie tried her routine on Bloberta, Dottie would end up crying wayyyyyy earlier. Bloberta’s numbness includes an immunity to gaslighting. Also there is one element that actually connects the 2 characters that I wanna draw. Here’s a different scene for now:

Dottie: Can I sit with you Bloberta so our kids can talk to each other and not us?

Bloberta: … you talk to your kids?

Dottie nervously lights a cigarette.

Dottie: I- uh, well I mean-

Bloberta puts out the cigarette by clasping the end with her bare fingers.

Bloberta: If you’re going to do that, I think you should sit somewhere else.

- Blobbie / Censordoll discourse is also interesting bc I think of it as “numb & barren” (ship name maybe?) - things kinda also come full circle. In Help: Bloberta fails to help Fran, feels like she helped Clay and marries him, Orel is born and goes on to be Fran’s main helper in her campaign against Clay, with signs made by Bloberta.

- Gay Clay vs. Bi Clay was a debate brought up in one of my streams and I said my answer keeps changing. There are “tactile” arguments for Bi Clay but they all really start to evaporate for me with the scene in honor. There is no exact science, it is just a uniquely gay anguish confessed. alsogayclayrhymes

- I think about Clay’s rise to office a lot and what exactly enabled him to do so, and I’m beginning to think he may have used his mother’s death in his campaign as he starts to pen her lost commandments into Moralton law. Much to Arthur’s dismay, which only encourages Clay to take things further.

- A newer idea but I feel like Danielle’s experience encouraging Orel might have kindled something, and if Fakey can go from coach to Principal so can Danielle.

- I think now that Bendy is reconnected with Joe, the Fakey situation will actually quickly lead to a restraining order. Since Bendy no longer has to telephone through Ms. Secondopinionson to talk to Joe, Fakey talks to Secondopinionson for updates on Bendy. I think Fakey’s mental state will decline between his ruined marriage and “mistress” cut off, but for some reason I think with Secondopinionson’s infinite patience she becomes a sort of friend + makeshift repressional since Putty’s having none of it anymore. In that circumstance I think Secondopinionson becomes comfortable speaking to him in her natural voice . I think Fakey loses his job to Danielle like above, then idk, gets part time work at Steph’s shop or something.

- The David Tuber interview mentioned that Orel goes goth but also goes atheist, and the blue heron as a symbol of his faith begins to follow him around. I think the “Nature rematch” would be Orel getting Ol’ Gunny with actual intent to kill the Heron.

- Which brings me to the tinfoil hat section. Consider this my “Season 4+”

- By this time Censordoll has a stranglehold on Moralton. With no role models and in complete nihilism Orel kills the Heron in anger. In absolute darkness Orel finds no solace, he then notices the Heron’s nest.

- I have no idea what Steven Universe / Demon Slayer script we’ll need to get to this point but I really think that if Censordoll is the “final boss” of Moralton it should end with her and Orel nurturing the blue heron egg until it hatches, roll credits.

#moral orel #headcanon #text post

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helianskies · 4 months

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'please don't fall!' for PruSpa :)

why of course >:3

Ladder

“Do you want me to hold the ladder?”

“I'm fine, it's not that high!”

“It was just an offer!”

“Oh, God, be careful up there, Gilbert! Please don't fall!”

“No point appealing to him,” Mikkel tells Antonio, who has just wandered into the room. “Stubborn as hell, as always!”

“I’m fine, seriously,” Gilbert assures them both all the same. “Your concern is flattering, but totally unnecessary!”

The three of them are amongst a small group of volunteers (or ‘elves’ as it had been put) to help decorate ahead of the annual holiday get-together. This year, it has become Francis’ undertaking, but as if he was going to get up a ladder and decorate the Christmas tree himself! Gilbert has a list of strict instructions (which he’s mostly ignored so far) and as he approaches the top, he’s glad he’s nearly finished.

But of course, being all the way up a ladder while decorating what was apparently a ten foot tall tree is ‘alarming’. Gilbert’s been dealing with Mikkel’s disguised worry for the last twenty minutes, but now that Antonio is now also here, he just knows it’ll worsen. Darn old men and their weak, weak knees! Not everyone is a liability!

As predicted, nevertheless—

“Do you want me to hold the ladder?” Antonio offers as well, hands on hips as he watches on from below. “Or maybe one of us should go up there instead…?”

Gilbert waves him off, and continues titivating the silvery tinsel. “I’m almost done,” he says by way of reassuring him, the worry-wart.

“I’m gonna leave you to it,” Mikkel surrenders with a gentle sigh. “Reckon I’ll be more use elsewhere.”

“Yep!” Gilbert agrees, eyes still glued to his work.

He hears some mumbling from below—Antonio and Mikkel exchanging some quiet words and a laugh about something, he notes—before one person’s footsteps pad away, and the room falls silent once more.

The silence only lasts so long, though.

“I’m looking forward to tonight,” Antonio muses. A quick glance down reveals that he’s looking around the room, at the tall ceilings, the chandelier, the snow-adorned garlands… “Something about Fran’s parties are always so magical, don’t you think?”

Gilbert hums along to appease him. He isn’t sure if ‘magical’ is the word. But he will admit he enjoys these nights, the festivities, the friends, the laughter… That’s what the holidays have come to mean: spending time with the important people in his life while they can.

But then Gilbert finds himself, after a moment, looking down once more. Below him, Antonio is eyeing some of the decorations already on the tree—glass baubles, ceramic birds, hand-painted globes—and a small smile seems to have appeared on his face, eyes wide like a child in a sweet shop.

Antonio is an even bigger fan of the holidays. For the same reasons, at heart. But there’s a part of him that also just loves the lights, the ornaments, the wreaths—every little detail. And even if he maintains his traditions in January, Antonio has not shied away from Christmas Day celebrations either in recent years. Gilbert likes seeing him enjoy himself in that respect. There was a short period where his presence was… Well…

It’s good to see him.

“Oh my gosh, I f—”

“FUCK—!”

“GILBERT!”

It happens so fast. There’s a wobble, then more wobbling, and then only falling.

It feels funny. A leg slips briefly between rungs—a misplaced foot is the root of his problems—and he feels himself fall backwards, light, helpless, fast. He braces himself in that single second to hit the ground—maybe even the ladder—to hit his head, or hurt his back, or land on a shoulder. Sustaining an injury is far from ideal, especially since these days he’s not quite so well-equipped to heal, but if he—

He does not hit the ground, but something just a little bit softer. Something that has arms that try to catch him, and something that inevitably falls down beneath his weight.

So much for not falling!

But that fall has repercussions, now, on more people than just himself.

With a groan, Gilbert tries to move and get up. Antonio, however, who is beneath him and sprawled across the floor, asks him, strained and quiet, to stay put.

Gilbert worries. His arse hurts, as does his shin. He’s glad to see the ladder went towards the tree and that Francis’ baubles survived the ordeal, but…

“Are you okay?” he asks Antonio, who still holds him, arms wrapped around Gilbert’s torso.

“Eh…” His breathing is a bit heavy, yet bated. “I thought I told you not to fall…”

“Yeah, well,” Gilbert scoffs, “you made me jump!”

“And you’re welcome for saving your neck!”

With that, Gilbert carefully pries himself from the other’s grasp and slowly sits up. Antonio softly groans, and decides to stay lying down; the other perches next to him, his own heart still racing a bit, and they look at each other.

The worry is certainly mutual.

“You okay?” Gilbert asks again, another layer to his question implied in the way his face morphs.

“Sore,” Antonio says. “Gimme a minute. I’ll— I’ll be fine.”

“Idiot.”

“Well.” His smile returned, albeit somewhat mischievous. “After that, I guess you could say you—”

“Don’t.”

“—fell for me?”

“Ugh.”

“The heck happened to you two? I heard a scream!”

Gilbert rolls his head to the side and finds Mikkel, reemerged at just the right time, and in a dramatic display of surrender, he riffs a slew of curses and joins Antonio on the floor properly.

Paying no mind to Mikkel’s presence, then, Antonio seeks out Gilbert’s hand and holds it gently in his own. It is warm. It is kind, in spite of what has just occurred between them. And Antonio looks at him with such warmth, too, and Gilbert looks back, and the other smiles once again, and Gilbert warms and buzzes and breathes and—

“No more ladders for you, Gil.”

“If you say so, Toni.”

And with that, their laughter only resumes.

[ fic collection on ao3! ] [ prompts list here! ]

#helia writes #hws spain #hws prussia #pruspa #no more ladders for gilbert #got a life ban #the first of the holiday fics had arriiiiived #i am working slowly thru them so do bear with #and thank you anon for requesting these buffoons 🍪 <3

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If It Weren’t For You (Sydney Lohmann)

Summary: At the semi-final against Bayern Munchen, Y/n gets her head injured quite badly and Sydney starts panicking.

Warnings: injury mentions, fluff, angst.

Later today I’m playing in the freaking Champions League Semi-final, but sadly it's against my former team, Bayern Munich.

and my girlfriend, Sydney Lohmann…

I know how much her and her team wants this, but we want this too, so it's going to be a very tough game.

"I can feel you’re going to score tonight" Sam said as we were on our way to the stadium.

"Yeah. You’re going to be on fire" Erin said as I took my headphones off.

"I don't know, maybe?!" I replied and then the two girls looked at me like I was crazy.

"Seriously?! You’re going to show everyone in the world who you are. You’re going to score one goal, maybe even two, but you will for sure score one goal. I promise you that '' Erin said.

"How can you promise that I will score?" I asked, looking at her confused.

"We’re just too smart" Sam answered and they did a very weird handshake.

“Well, I’ll try to score,” I said, putting my headphones on again.

"Oh, we know" they said in sinc as I rolled my eyes at them.

—

We had been on the field, just looking around for a few minutes and then I saw the Bayern Munich girls come into the field too. My eyes felt immediately on my girlfriend and when I locked eyes with her, I saw that she was already looking at me with a big smile.

Sydney and a few of my old teammates walked over to me with bright smiles.

When they reached me, Sydney quickly put her arms around my waist while mine came behind her neck.

"No matter what happens tonight, I will be proud of you, okay?!" she whispered in my ear.

"Okay. I love you" I responded.

"I love you too," she said, kissing my forehead.

"We’re also here" Sarah said, making us all laugh as she all catched up a bit.

I remember my time at Bayern Munich was amazing. It was hard, but it helped me become a better player and I got friends for life.

The most amazing thing about Bayern tho, was that I got the most amazing girlfriend in the whole world. Sometimes it's hard to not wake up with Sydney beside me. I miss her a lot everyday, but we make it work.

—

The game started and there was already a lot of pressure. I got the ball and kicked it down to Fran, she was luckily not offside as she took a hit and scored.

I runned down to her and celebrated with her and our teammates.

"That's what I'm talking about," Sam yelled, picking me up.

"Just remember, next time you are going to score" Erin said, I rolled my eyes at them.

After some time, I guess the girls were right, because as Maren kicked the corner, I jumped up and did a bicycle kick.

I heard the girls yell and celebrate, but all I could think about was how my head hurts like shit.

"Y/n, are you okay?" I could hear someone ask.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered out, taking my hands to my head.

"It's me, Sydney, your girlfriend. Does your head hurt?" The person, named Sydney said.

"My head. It’s screaming inside" I said and tried to get up, but my body said no.

“Y/n, please listen to me and lay down” I was tol.

I laid down again, then some people, I think are doctors, I don't really know, but yeah some people came and took me off the field.

The next thing I remember is, me getting in an ambulance…

—

Sydney's Pov:

I cried into Sarah''s shoulder as I watched Y/n getting taken off the field.

She didn't remember who I was and now she is going to the hospital.

"Why me?" I whispered into Sarah's shoulder.

"I don't know, but one thing I know is that Y/n is going to make it. She is strong and I know you are too. Alright?!" Sarah said as I looked her in the eyes.

I nodded softly and Sarah opened her arms, I hugged her tight.

"It's going to be okay," she said.

—

I was finally at the hospital. London traffic is shit!

I got inside and asked if I could see my girl.

"She had a bad landing at the field, so we have had some looks on her. Her head is completely fine, she will maybe just forget a few things. Then she also had a broken hand from the landing" the lady said.

I took a deep breath that I didn't even know I held on

"Can I see her?" I asked.

"Yes, come with me and we will find her," the lady said with a friendly smile.

We walked into Y/n's room and she looked so tired. I actually felt a little bad for coming in, but I really wanted to see her even if she doesn't remember me.

"Hey, Y/n" I said softly as I sat down on a chair beside her.

She looked at me like I was a stranger.

Please god, don't do this to me!..

"Sydney?" Y/n said confused. I smiled at her, because she remembered my name.

"Yes. I’m Sydney, your girlfriend" I replied with a nervous smile, hoping that she will remember me.

"Sydney Lohmann. You're my girlfriend, living in Germany" she said and smiled a bit.

"That's right. I miss you every day, when you are in London" I responded and wiped a tear away.

"I miss you too, but don't cry. I am right here" she said and opened her arms.

"No, love, I don't want to hurt you," I replied.

"It doesn't matter, come here!" Y/n said with a serious tone. I laughed at her and laid down beside her with my arms around her.

—

Y/n's Pov: (Champions League Final)

I was right now sitting watching the Champions League Final with Sydney in the crowd.

Since I couldn’t play, because of my head. I also still have a broken hand that I’m beginning to annoy.

There were 10 minutes back and Chelsea was in front with one goal.

"Hey, come down. They can do it" Sydney said, putting her hand on my tight. I smiled at her and laid me in her arms.

"I know" I replied.

After 10 minutes, where Sydney had probably thought I was annoying as hell, because of how nervously I was talking, Chelsea had done it. They won the Champions League.

We had freaking won the Champions League!..

I wished I could have played, but I still get a medal that says I have won the Champions League.

"Congrats, babe!” Sydney said and kissed me. I tried to kiss her back, but Sydney stopped me.

"Now, get down on the field and get the medal you deserve so much, okay baby?!" she said with a big smile.

"Okay. Thanks for always believing in me" I replied.

Sydney just smiled then she freaking pushed me away.

"Go out and celebrate, '' she ordered with a laugh.

"Okay, okay" I replied and walked down to the field.

The girls actually don't know I’m here watching them, cause I wanted to surprise them.

I jumped down to the field and, of course, Sam and Erin were the first one to see me.

"Y/N, YOU ARE FREAKING HERE" they yelled as they ran to me while I just laughed at them.

Then the rest of the team runned to me. Damn, I feel like I’m the main character in a movie right now.

Sam and Erin hugged me or more like jumped on me, so I fell to the ground, then all the other girls jumped on me too.

"Okay, girls, I know you love me, but I’m injured if you didn't know," I said with a laugh.

They all got off me and I got a hug from all of them.

"We missed you so much on the field in the last minutes," Magda said.

"Oh, I know," I replied sassy.

"Sassy queen is back, WOOHOO" Sam yelled.

I looked up at Sydney and made a heart with my hands, cause I’m romantic, you know…

"Oh, you lovergirl is also here" Erin teased with a laugh.

Yes Erin, she is and it's amazing…

—

#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #sydney lohmann imagines #sydney lohmann imagine #sydney lohmann x reader #woso #gxg

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Personalization Prompt #1 – Eternitas

So, I used the first personalization prompt here for the lovely and incredibly supportive Lou over @eternitas! They’re an amazing person overall and I really cannot state enough how much their support and encouragement means for this blog 😊 I hope they’ll enjoy this prompt, done for the Katekyo Hitman Reborn universe!

Siblings: So, it’s definitely not a sibling but I’m going into this little fantasy and all these thoughts about your life inside the KHR universe with the basis of you being Brabanter’s grandchild, actually. Because of this, you’ve sort of known about the Vongola all your life and it’s how you really end up meeting most of the character’s initially.

Best friend: Tsuna, Shitt P., Kikyo, Chrome Frenemies/Enemies: Belphegor, Chikusa, Mochida, Bluebell Crushes on You: Fran and Lambo both had huge crushes on you at some point during their childhood/early teen years that they eventually do grow out of. First Romantic Relationship: Honestly, I see it being with Yamamoto. He’d had a slight crush on you for a little bit during his high school years, you thought you might like him as well. Though the relationship was very short-lived and didn’t work out, the two of you remain close friends. Lost Virginity To: Gokudera Married/In A Committed Relationship With: Of course, is it any surprise that I’m putting Gokudera here? While you do end up dating other people besides him before getting into that committed and long-lasting relationship, he’s who you ultimately end up getting and staying together with. Cockblocked by: Oh, pretty much every member of the Vongola Family at some point, Bianchi a lot, Reborn a fair bit, and sometimes even by Gokudera himself because he’ll have a sudden burst of inspiration in his head because you’ve gotten him into such a relaxed frame of mind that he was able to properly think and now must speed off before he loses that inspiration. Affiliation: You’re part of the Vongola family, a member of Vongola Decimo’s generation and family.

Special Abilities: While the former Rain Guardian Brabanter is your grandfather on the paternal side, you take more after the maternal side of your family who are all Lightning Flame holders. I do see you having a very strong Lightning Flame, with a much weaker Rain Flame attribute that you can eventually use after a lot of training, like at least several years’ worth. You tend to use the Rain Flame defensively and the Lightning Flame offensively when you do come to master the use of both flame types.

5 Headcanons About Your Life:

You might be a non-combative member of the Vongola during your childhood, but you are still a member of the Vongola and when you find out that the new Vongola boss to be is a kid around your age, you beg permission to go and meet him. When you do, you end up getting along surprisingly well with him and his friend group and because of that, you chose to stay in Japan and with them. Your parents rent you an apartment in Namimori and you speak to them, other members of your family, and your friends left behind, on the phone or via video call fairly regularly.

Namimori’s drama club was on the verge of being shut down because of lack of members when you arrived at the school. Not only did you join and save the club from being disbanded, but your obvious love for theatre and acting and your dedication to it does inspire some other new members to join. Throughout your school life, you and the club put on at least twice-yearly performances and theatre continues to be something you pursue even after you finish high school. Tsuna and all of the family members, plus your friends from the other families are in attendance to as many of your shows as they possibly can be. Reborn’s drilled it into the boys that flowers should be given to any actor before a performance so all the boys chip into to decide on a bouquet and Tsuna always presents them to you backstage either before or after the performance, depending on when he can get there.

You’re pretty good with kids and do help Kyoko and Haru out with the childcare rather often. The boys can sometimes take advantage of the fact you seem to be able to distract the more troublesome kids to stick you with Lambo a lot of the time so you and Lambo become really close, to the point where he refers to you as his older sibling and wants you and Tsuna to be the ones to walk him to school on the first day every year.

You have only gotten in trouble with the Disciplinary Committee once in all your years being in Namimori and you still thank your lucky stars it was with one of the lower ranking members and not Hibari himself, because the lower ranking member just figured your friends would beat him up if he beat you up, so you escaped unharmed in any way. If it was Hibari, you know very well you would have gotten a fair bit more violence, haha.

Colonello and Lal are both the Arcobaleno’s who tend to favour you the most due to your personality and attitude and both have offered you little training sessions with them here and there.

#unrequested prompts #eternitas #khr #khr reader insert

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Are there cons to having your tubes tied? In what places/states would that be easiest as a young unmarried unchildhaving afab person?

Hi Anon!

This is one where I have to speak somewhat generally, because midwives do not perform tubal ligations. I know the procedure can be performed a couple of different ways, and that some of the methods have a longer recovery time than others.

Here are the cons that I can speak to:

Surgical risks - infection, reaction to anesthesia, hemorrhage (uncontrolled bleeding), perforation/trauma to other organs, fever, etc. These risks are not likely, but are possibilities that comes with any surgical procedure.

Surgical recovery - abdominal and/or shoulder pain, bloating, some bleeding at incision site or vaginally, vaginal discharge, risk of incision site infection, nausea/vomiting. Will need to take a few days off of work/school to recover.

Cost may be high or insurance coverage may be limited

Wait times or finding a provider to do it, especially if you are young

Permanent, if you ever change your mind

Regret is a possibility (around 12% report regret... goes down after age 30).

Believe it or not, it's still only 99% effective - there are hormonal birth control methods that are more effective! The failure rate is higher in people under age 30.

If a pregnancy does occur, it is more likely to be ectopic (somewhere other than in the uterus, usually in the tube), which is a medical emergency.

It does not prevent against STIs

Post-tubal ligation syndrome is a not-well-understood outcome in which some people have reported menopause-like symptoms, such as hot flashes, night sweats, a dry vagina, mood swings, trouble sleeping, a lower sex drive, and irregular periods; or heavy, painful periods. It's more likely in people under age 30.

That's a long list, and I don't want you to think I'm telling you that getting tubes tied is bad. It's great for most of the people who do it! But I believe in true informed consent, which means understanding all the possible outcomes.

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This next part is assuming Anon is in the USA. Unfortunately, I cannot offer advice to anyone anywhere else in the world beyond suggesting you talk to your OBGYN.

As far as where to go, Anon, I'd start with your insurance plan if you have one. They should be able to provide you with a list of providers who are in-network who perform the procedure. From there it may be a matter of calling until you find someone who will see a patient your age. If your insurance covers it, and you could find a provider to do it, it could even potentially be free.

If you don't have insurance, I would start with PlannedParenthood:

If neither of those produces anything, there is a list compiled by an OBGYN from Rochester, NY, Dr. Fran Haydanek. Please read the caveats at the top of the document carefully so you understand what this list is and isn't.

OK, Anon. Hope this helps!

#tubal ligation #sterilization #tubes tied #reproductive health #reproductive rights #reproductive autonomy #reproductive freedom #reproductive justice #birth control

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[Yandere Borderlands Characters]

What they are like before and after kidnapping you part 4

// SPOILERS for the entirety of New TFTB , obsession , forced relationships , kidnapping

Apologies if the NTFTB characters are wierd, they are so fucking hard to write for and are honestly useless at everything. I used the colour purple ALOT bruh.

Athena

Borderlands 1

For this you are a girl sos.

After Atlas tricked her into killing her sister, I feel like she would have some sort of resentment to other women.

If you look anything like her sister she'll feel obligated to keep you safe. Following you around like a lost puppy.

Best way of knocking you out?

This can go two ways.

She'll ask the Vault Hunters to kidnap you.

They don't question it, after all all they want is loot, and getting paid.

If this takes place before that, she'll make a small hideout for you both.

She doesn't know why she wants to protect you, maybe you look like her sister? Or are you too weak to survive on your own?

She coddles you relentlessly, never letting you out of her sight.

She may be cold, but that doesn't stop her from caring.

If you're trying to and or escaped?

She's trained to handle escapees, mostly with execution mind you, but doesn't mean she can't knock you out easily.

The Bandit who kills Bandits!

Nisha Kadam

She isnt shown to really care about people, but deep down, she does.

She hired a deputy a gun-point, through the messages listed by him he's goddamn afraid of her.

You either meet her during B2 as the sherrif of Lynchwood, or before / during the Pre-Sequel.

Because of space I'm only writing for Borderlands 2, send a request if you want me to do the pre sequel :)

You came to Lynchwood to survive. The only way to survive on Pandora is to become the very thing that tries to kill you. Bandits.

Lynchwood seemed just the place for you. Enough to survive and the hint of still humanity with it.

Best way of knocking you out?

Knocking you out? Nonono you're seriously denying the best thing of your life?

All she has to do is point a gun at you, and anyone will do what she says.

What? You still don't want to?

Well then, hope you enjoyed being whipped until you pass out from the pain!

"Hehe, you're cute. Real cute. Now come on, I'm making you my Under-sherrif. Now don't worry about working or anything, just make sure your face is still pretty, and everything is going to be fine."

If you're trying to and or escaped?

How. The. Fuck.

She always keeps an eye on you.

But let's say you slip through the cracks.

Some ex-vault hunters want to kill Nisha, you want to get out of here.

Win win.

After the whole eridium train, the bank bust, she is pissed at them. (and you)

A show down at dawn

Anu

Obsessive + delusional

A woman who puts life before her very own.

Best way of knocking you out? She abhors any sort of violence, but if its for your own safety she will have to knock you out, either hitting you with the device or other, much cruel methods.

If it takes place up on the Atlas base, she physically can't do anything.

Thank god that Rhys is there, honestly your only hope is that he can fire that bitch.

If it takes place on prometha, ohh boy, you are staying with her or the group. Mostly in Frans Frogurt.

If you're trying to and or escaped?

at the end of the game, everyone has acheive their dreams, Anu is moving to Eden-6. Octavio has his own show, and Fran... just runs her shop.

But you? This entire time all you've thought about was freedom. It was everything you wanted.

Every exploit, every opportunity is spent trying to kill or get away from her. Even trying to work with Tediore.

But Susan doesn't care, sort of.

She cares about getting the shard, but as soon as she does she turns on you.

Instead of Octavio, she uses the shard on you.

Dead Alive Dead Alive Dead Alive...

Suddenly you awake in a cell, nobody around except Tediore guards.

Susan betrayed you, you betrayed the group. Is there any hope for you now?

After the whole shard inside her thing you except her to be semi-mad like the others, but she isnt.

"I- I'm sorry for being so protective of you, but we need you in this group, let's put this behind us yes?"

Very wierd for her, you don't trust her, yet.

You had a stupid idea at the end, taking the shards for your own.

You grabbed the shard out of Susan's hand as she tried to use it on herself.

"What are you doing?!" Susan yelled, now only holding the red shard, dropping in onto the floor instantly.

"Im getting out of here, even if it kills me in the process of whatever the hell is going to happen."

You stabbed yourself in the heart with the shard, the nearby veins turning green before fading to its natural hue.

"Give me my other half." 'You' demanded.

"Why do you want to kill them?" A wierd voice in your head.

"Because she's kidnapped me several times, she murdered, or hired contracts on people who have even just spoken to me! She's insane."

"But that does protect life, your life, above all others."

"What the fuck?! Do you even listen to yourself? -elves?"

"I cannot alow this."

The shard exited your body, you fell to the floor in complete and utterly agony.

You were alive, but not free...

If it takes place on Atlas. You're fine! Rhys will help! Probably.

"Uh, sir? (Y/n) has not shown up to work again."

"What? Gosh dangit, send them in."

You walk in, looking at Anu with fear.

"Uh, Sir?"

"You feeling alright (y/n)? Whats up?"

"Can we talk about this, privately? Without Doctor Dhar? I mean, no offence, uh."

"Absolutely not-"

"I adhere to employee privacy, please doctor Dhar, leave immediately."

"Im going to keep you with me, somehow." She muttered under her breath, before leaving.

Octavio

Obsessive + delusional

His friends are the key, and his lock.

This kid wants to be on Dirty 30, the best (and most popular) echonet issue ever!

You'd either have to be in Dirty 30 or know someone in it, like Bivington Bradwick.

Or realistically for him, some promethan nobody.

Best way of knocking you out? His friends, Diamond Danielle can either put a tranquilliser dart in her sniper or Radon can 'carefully' explore nearby you to make you pass out.

When he has you, he had like no idea what to do next. He doesn't plan that far does he?

If you're trying to and or escaped?

Escape... from what? I fucking hate this guy I give up wiwbwiw

#yandere #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #yandere x you #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere borderlands #yandere tales from the borderlands #yandere New Tales from the borderlands

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