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tojipie · 4 months

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Hello my love! I know you’ve been gone for a while but I wanted to stop by and ask if you have any realistic but unhinged toji headcannons? Hopefully this gets you into the spirit of writing again, I don’t mean to overstep. We miss you❤️.

hello sweet anon :( i’ve admittedly been struggling with my mental health a whole ton which is why i’ve been gone but this ask really did help me get back into the groove of writing just a bit <3 thank u for stopping by ! mwah

this is just me saying shit to say it pls don't take this srsly !

content: fluff, mentions of alc, smoking, suggestive talk but not smut, a little angst

was a victim of the xandemic in his late 20s so one of his pupils is a little bigger than the other

initially hated ambulances because of the absurd cost but grew to hate them even more because the attention makes him uncomfortable. oh you want to take his blood pressure? ew, don’t touch him. that’s weird. would rather patch himself up than sit under a gaggle of fluorescent lights for 6 hours in an ER waiting room.

shiu has been a co-signer on every apartment he’s ever rented because his credit score is in the single digits.

picked up vaping on accident after the corner store ran out of cigs when he needed them most. still prefers marlboros because he likes that searing feeling in the back of his throat. throws the cartons out his car window like a freak.

his drivers license is crumpled. like physically crumpled like paper. he has no idea how it happened but when he needs to use it at the liquor store he definitely gets stares.

will forever be devoted to his late wife. mentally at least. she’s the love of his life but in his mind sex with other women isn’t really cheating right? like he uses a condom sometimes so it’s fine probably? he's not gonna stay celibate for the rest of his life. the topic keeps him up at night.

has a scar from an appendectomy right above his v line that women go crazy for. he’s not entirely sure what they like about it but he’s been touched there so many times that it’s morphed into an erogenous zone.

slut for fast food. would rather get a vanilla shake and dip his fries in it till his stomach hurts than spend time at a sit-down restaurant. eats like shit but still maintains his physique, infuriatingly enough.

hates being in public more than you’d think. it’s a deeply uncomfortable feeling that stems from the risk that being discovered poses during jobs. he prefers to have groceries ordered, meals delivered, and shiu take his car down to the shop if needed. if hes out and about he’s either at the casino tables or the liquor store.

is down for whatever if the price is right. like truly. older women love what he has going on which works well in his favor because it puts a roof over his head. absolutely no shame once money is involved.

has tried to get help for his gambling addiction a few brief times. got close once and then decided to hit the blackjack tables to celebrate his progress. he jokes about how things ended up from time to time but deep down he knows it’s pretty serious.

shops at the goodwill bins mostly. made an effort to stop stealing as much because of how dirt cheap the thrift is but couldn't stick to it. likes to go down the jeans isle and look for change in the pockets. his biggest score was a 5 dollar bill that had been through the washer so many times it was practically blank.

there's a little voice in the back of his head telling him to have more kids and he's not opposed to listening.

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Lux; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! I, uh, was only supposed to write nine sentences for this, buuuuut I didn't only write nine sentences for this. 😅 LOOK, I HIT A GROOVE, I'M NOT SORRY. Enjoy your read-more, y'all.

“Do you want some ideas for names?” Billy offers. Most kids don’t get to “legally” name themselves quite this way, so he feels like helping Superboy pick a good name is important. He wants him to have one he really likes. “I know a lot of them. Or we could look some up online? Batman got us a desktop and got you a laptop and a tablet, in case you need one for anything. Oh, and there’s phones, so we can keep in contact! I should grab you yours, actually, it’s . . . somewhere in the kitchen, I think.”

“‘Ideas’?” Superboy repeats, looking a little uncomfortable. “Like . . . what?”

“I just mean suggestions,” Billy promises, immediately distracted from the phone by Superboy’s apparent discomfort. The phone can wait. “You can pick any name you want, it’s up to you. I’m not gonna, like, veto you or anything.”

“. . . sure,” Superboy says. He still looks uncomfortable and Billy still can’t be sure he really means it, but . . . well, he just has to do his best, he guesses.

“You don’t have to decide right away, you can think it over for a bit,” he says. “But we at least need something to put on the paperwork. You can always change it later if you decide you don’t like it.”

“Whatever,” Superboy says, his mouth thinning. Billy thinks Cadmus was sort of terrible for not giving him a name. Actually, no, Cadmus was really terrible for that.

“How about I just list some, and if you like any of them, you can just say?” he suggests.

“Whatever,” Superboy repeats, looking away. Well . . . it’s not a “no”, at least, so Billy figures they can try, and if Superboy gets annoyed, they’ll just stop and try again later.

“Okay,” he says. “Um . . . let’s see, what are some good ones . . . David, Asher, Zachary, Parker, Otto, Levi . . . um . . .”

Superboy’s jaw tightens. Billy stops listing names and bites his tongue. Okay. The name thing is a sore spot, maybe. Or maybe Superboy just doesn’t like any of his suggestions and thinks he’s lame, he guesses. That might also be, like . . . a thing.

“I’ll try to think of some more later,” Billy says, repressing a guilty wince and grasping desperately for a new topic. “Do you, uh . . . have any questions? Or anything like that?”

Probably he should’ve asked that sooner, come to think.

"How often are you gonna be here?" Superboy asks, still looking away. Billy can’t really read what he can see of his face very well, but hopefully once they know each other better he'll get better at that kind of thing. Like, he’ll have to, right?

"Oh, like–pretty much whenever I'm not doing hero stuff or on any League missions," he says. "I'll make sure and tell you if I'm ever gonna be gone overnight or anything like that, okay?"

Superboy . . . blinks. Looks back at him.

"You're going to live here?" he asks in confusion. Billy blinks too, tilting his head.

"Yeah," he says. "I mean, it wouldn't be very nice of me to just ditch you here all by yourself, would it?"

"I can take care of myself," Superboy says, his expression shuttering. Billy frowns.

"Well, sure, but that doesn't mean anybody's gonna make you," he says. Just because Superboy’s physically old enough to take care of himself doesn’t mean he’s not technically still a baby. He deserves to get taken care of and have somebody help him figure out, like . . . everything, pretty much. Civilian life and superhero stuff both.

That’s why Billy’s doing this, so . . . yeah.

“Why?” Superboy says.

“Because that’d be really mean,” Billy says. “And we’re the good guys, so we have to be the good guys.”

Superboy’s jaw tightens again, and then he folds his arms and looks away again too. He looks upset. Billy wishes he knew how to fix it. Like–even just a little bit. He knows sometimes that stuff just doesn’t “fix”, but . . . still. He’s trying to be a good dad here, so he feels like he should fix things like Superboy being upset.

Well–he guesses just letting him work through being upset is okay too, if it comes to it. For when things aren’t that easy to get distracted from. Billy would also have a lot to be upset about if he’d been made in a lab and told he was supposed to be somebody he’s not and gotten mind-controlled the first time he’d ever woken up for real. Like, that’s a really shit first day.

Superboy must feel really weird, too. Cadmus probably didn’t really teach him how to be a kid or a teenager, since they were trying to make an adult Superman, so it’s no wonder he thinks they’re gonna make him take care of himself. Billy’s gonna have to help him learn how being a kid works, he’s pretty sure.

Well, he can do that. And, well, Superboy’s friends can cover the “teenager” stuff, he guesses. Like, probably.

. . . maybe he could find a couple parenting books or something. A parenting book might be a good idea.

"I just don't get it," Superboy says after a long moment staring at the wall, tensing his folded arms. "What about when you have to get back to your real life? Like your . . . your job and your house and your . . . family. This is keeping you away from all that."

"Oh," Billy realizes, blinking at him in surprise. He guesses Superboy probably would expect him to have that kinda stuff, huh. "No, I don't really . . . have any of those, technically? I mean, I am human, I wasn't lying or anything, I just don't have a job or another house or anything like that. Actually the Justice League is paying for all of this, 'cause we were all talking about the best place for you to live and Superman asked if maybe I could take care of you, and I had to tell him I couldn't 'cause I didn't actually have anything to take care of you with, but Batman said the League could set up a stipend to pay for stuff and help me get a place and all that if I wanted to do it, sooooo . . ."

". . . Superman asked you to take care of me?" Superboy asks hesitantly, shifting in his bean bag and finally glancing back to him again.

"Yeah," Billy confirms with a nod, a little relieved that Superboy’s looking at him again. Well–close to him, anyway. He’s not quite making eye contact, but that’s fine. "Well, him and Batman. Because my powers are kinda close to yours so I can help you train and stuff, but also Kryptonians are vulnerable to magic so if you've got any mind control triggers in your head that we missed I should be able to stop you without having to hurt you. Like I could restrain you until we could help you or until you could snap out of it on your own, I mean."

"Oh," Superboy says, blinking slowly. "I just figured somebody had some kryptonite somewhere in case something like that happened."

"No," Billy says, frowning at the thought. Geez, what kind of an awful dad would he be if he did that? He's seen what kryptonite does to Superman and it totally sucks. "Kryptonite hurts. I'm not gonna let anybody use kryptonite on you. Er–well, probably eventually a bad guy will when you're on a mission, that's kind of how those go, but we're definitely not gonna keep any here.”

"Why not?" Superboy asks, frowning back at him. "It's more efficient than actually fighting me. And I might injure you if I'm like that."

"Yeah," Billy says. "But also somebody bad could use it against you if they ever broke in and found it. And this is, um–well. This is your home now, so I don't think there should be things that could hurt you in it anyway."

Superboy stares blankly at him again. Billy tries not to fidget.

"There were lots of things that could hurt me in Cadmus," Superboy says, his face staying very, very blank in a way that Billy immediately hates.

"Well, this isn't Cadmus," Billy says firmly, trying to look as sincere and trustworthy and dad-ly as he knows how to. He had a really, really great dad. He can pay that forward. Superboy deserves a great dad too. "I'm taking care of you now, and I don't want kryptonite or anything like it around you. Ever."

Superboy stares at him. His expression is really complicated-looking and Billy doesn't understand it, so he just keeps trying to look as dad-ly as possible. Hopefully that'll help, or at least won't hurt.

". . . what about your family, though?" Superboy asks after a long moment, flicking his eyes away uncomfortably. Billy really hopes he's doing this right. "Or do you, uh, not have one of those either?"

"Um," Billy says. "Well, I have the worst uncle in the world who I really hope is rotting in prison somewhere by now, but otherwise it's just you."

"What?" Superboy frowns again, looking confused. "What's just me?"

"Uh . . . my family?" Billy replies, a little embarrassed. He hasn't actually had any family that he could still want to be around in . . . well, a really long time now, so it feels sort of weird to say it, but it is true. Dubiously-legally true, given all the fake paperwork Batman’s been putting together, but still true.

Superboy gives him the blank stare yet again. Billy feels like a moron, but–well, he's not gonna take it back. Even if Superboy thinks he's presuming too much too quick or something, which admittedly he kinda is, Billy also can't imagine how awful it'd be hearing someone call you their family and then say they weren't really or hadn't actually meant it or just . . . whatever.

Superboy might not even care if he did, but . . .

Well. Billy would care. So he's not gonna.

Ever.

#rinfic #lux #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

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awfulwriter123 · 7 months

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Sick HomeComing (Rhea Ripley x Sick! Reader One-shot)

Hey everyone, another somewhat short, somewhat long (heh) one-shot. Hope you enjoy, im not gonna waste your guy's time, Happy reading!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

warning's: nothing, pure fluff

When you woke up, to say you felt like ass, would be a understatement. You don't know why you just felt like garbage, your nose kept running, throat felt heavy and scratchy, you had a migraine, yep you were sick all right.

You reached over to the other side of the bed to tap rhea, but all you hit was a empty spot, still a bit warm. You groaned to yourself as you had to guess rhea went to the gym, as she does every morning.

You wrapped yourself in the cover's and got up, your dogs Barry and Luna following as you went to the bedroom door and opened it, to which they instantly rushed out.

You slowly and as carefully as possible went down the stair's and into the kitchen to grab something to drink. You grabbed a water out of the fridge and instantly plopped yourself on the couch and placed the water bottle to your head to try and calm the migraine.

Luna instantly hopping up and laying your side as you put your feet up. "Hey babygirl, I'm alright." You said whilst gently petting her head, putting down your water bottle beside you and tilting your head back, a tad bit more sleep wouldn't hurt right?

~Time Skip~

You heard the front door open and Barry started barking which made you snap your head up and start rubbing your eyes, feeling like your migraine got worse and not better. "You okay babe?"

You look up towards rhea, concern clearly itched on her face while also covered in sweat from her workout. You smiled at her while replying with a croaky voice. "I'm pretty sure I'm si-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as you broke into a coffing fit.

Rhea gently ushered Luna off the couch to take her spot to pat your back, as you quickly pulled the water bottle from your other side quickly downing it to try and clear the dryness you felt in your throat.

"You alright now baby?" Rhea asked whilst switching from patting to rubbing your back, while you nodded your head and rubbed the snot dripping from your nose with your sleeve. "Still feel like shit, but as good as I can be now."

Rhea lightly chuckled while patting your back one more time. "Here let's get you comfortable." She said whilst quickly adjusting so you were laying on the couch with the cover's now over you instead of around you.

She passed you the tv remote before she asked. "Are you gonna be okay while I go take a shower?" You nodded your head while letting out a quiet "Yeah." She quickly gave you a kiss on your forehead and rushed up the stair's to take a quick shower.

You flipped through channels for what felt like hour's, you hadn't noticed how long you were flipping through until rhea came back down drying her hair with a towel. "Still can't find something to watch babe."

You shook your head no as you felt her gently take the remote from you and quickly found 'Emperor's New Groove' and put it on which got a small smile from you.

She started rubbing your hair gently getting a hum from you. "How about i make you something to eat yeah?" You nodded your head at her. "Watch the movie with me after?" You looked at her with your best puppy dog eyes which got a chuckle from her.

"Of course cuteness, be right back alright?" You nodded your head at her again as you turned your full attention back to the movie as rhea went into the kitchen to make you something to eat.

Rhea came back 20 minutes later with a bowl of what you guessed was chicken noodle soup, as you sat up straight to eat rhea handed you some medicine for you take. "Take these, hopefully they'll knock that out of you." You quickly put the pills in your mouth and chugged some water to help them go down.

After rhea basically spoon fed you the chicken noodle soup, she gently put the bowl on the coffee table Infront of you guys while you quickly re adjusted yourself so you were laying down with your head in her lap. "Comfy babe?" She asked with a slight teasing tone to her voice.

"Mhm" was all she heard from you, which she quickly chuckled at while bending down to put a gentle kiss to your forehead which got a smile out of you, then you both returned to the movie.

~Time Skip~

As the credit's started rolling, rhea looked down noticing how quiet you've been, noticing that you were out like a light. She chuckled quietly as she gently picked you while still having your guys covers on you upstairs and back to bed.

You stirred as she put you in your guys bed, she went to walk away to leave you to rest but you gently grabbed her arm and she had to strain her ears to hear you say. "Stay." With a tired voice.

She chuckled lightly as she crawled under the covers and pulled you into the cover's whilst rubbing your scalp. She wasn't tired at all, but she was more than willing to lay in bed with you as long as it brought you comfort.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #rhea x reader #rhea ripley #the judgement day

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bamsara · 1 year

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New Years, New Clean Desktop (hopefully) | Going through all unposted/unfinished works until Arson is completely clean, chat gets to help

I want to start the new year off with more organized stuff and hopefully get back into the groove of posting artwork as soon as It's complete again so i don't go through the grief of finishing works (and written works as well) and then Forgetting They Exist and thus not posting them Ever

So I'm gonna be going through my entire desktop and confuddled folders and finishing some works as well. Chat gets to help by letting me know if someone has been posted or not because I trust y'alls memory more than my own slkdghlsdkg

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dem1verse · 7 months

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﹏ ❛ laced with love, intensive grooving.⠀⠀⠀cardinal copia/papa iv

˖⁺ ⊹୨ ★ the one where you finally get to paint his face.

content disclaimers ╱╱ gn!reader. post!anointment. pure fluff. lovesick!copia. making out. wc: 476.

YOU HAVE (1) MESSAGE UNREAD !⠀⠀—⠀⠀“my first ever flufftober post and i decided to make it about one of my comfort characters. i'll try to release smth every weekend at least. i haven't written in like 5 months so hopefully this makes up for it 👉🏾👈🏾”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"COCO, PLEASE STAY STILL," You demanded as you straddled Copia's hips, cradling his face as you tried to pull off his iconic skeletal makeup. "I don't wanna poke your eye." Copia looked at you, smiling as he chuckled at your intense state of focus. You asked him for an opportunity to do his facepaint, wondering how it would look were you given a chance to do his facepaint. He declined at first but slowly gave in after endless begging on your part. "Are you done yet?" The anti-pope whined out, a somewhat thick Italian accent overshadowing his words. His lips pouted as you told him once again to stop fidgeting. "No, now stop moving around."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀You tried your hardest to keep a straight face, but seeing your scary-looking partner looking at you with such attentivity threatened to break you. "You should ask your makeup assistant to start doing graphic liner." you suggested, outlining his eyes. "It'd make your eyes stand out." The cardinal blushed at the sudden compliment, his dichromatic eyes widening.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The experience ended after nearly an hour, smirking at yourself as you mentally pat yourself on the back. "Done!" you declared with glee, gesturing for him to look in the mirror. "It might not look all that great, to be honest, but I tried." you sheepishly admitted, his amazement going unnoticed. "I love it." He whispered, his mouth ajar in awe.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Y-you do?" you stammered. He nodded. No matter how many praises he had, it wouldn't do your skills any justice. The end product wasn't all that bad. It looked a lot better than he expected. The white face paint sat perfectly on his face, the black jester-like eyeliner bringing his eyes out. The makeup sat perfectly on his face. "I do. You did very well." He complimented. Now, it was your turn to get flustered.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"O-Of course, I am!" you coughed out, still processing his praise. "Does this mean I can start doing your makeup now?" you hopefully asked, eyes twinkling. The poor man couldn't help but smile at you, overjoyed that his significant other was passionate about their hobbies.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I-I guess so." he stuttered, startled by your squeals of joy. You jumped around like a child, rambling on and on about different things you wanted to try on his face. Slightly off put by your ranting, he grabbed your face and pressed a searing kiss to your lips, pulling away after a few seconds. "You talk too much, my love." He said, the huskiness of his voice making you feel hot. You soon returned the favour, pressing multiple kisses to his face, ignoring his complaints of annoyance at how you were dirtying your face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Man, did the both of you have a good excuse for why Copia's face was smeared. The ghouls were never gonna let you hear the end of it otherwise.

DEMI'S POST-IT⠀❞⠀i wrote this like 2-3 days ago while listening to faerie soiree hence the name lmao. this is prob rlly rough on the edges (i haven't written JACK in like nearly half a year work w me here) but im kinda proud of it so happy october ig?

template by @tinytowns! taglist: @ue-projectz

#彡﹒🎧﹒❪ 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙:𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖆 ❫#ghost bc #cardinal copia #copia x reader #popia x reader #papa iv x reader #papa iv fluff #flufftober #the band ghost #꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝕾𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑²³ 𓂃 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗶𝘇

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Am I too late to send in an unhinged prompt? Swiss trying to suck his own dick. -Stream.

TEEHEE

Swiss huffs out a frustrated breath and growls as it ghosts over his sticky tip. A reminder of how close he is, yet how far.

"It's not that hard," Rain had said the other day. "Just gotta be flexible."

Swiss should have been paying more attention to how the lanky ghoul moved, in retrospect. But watching those long limbs bend and the way Rain's back curved had had Swiss palming himself shamelessly. When the ghoul had licked his own dick into his mouth Swiss had nearly passed out

But he's been here over an hour now, and he's only just managed to get his knees by his ears. His muscles scream at him, quads straining and shoulders taut. He'd long since lost his erection, his cock hanging limp and sad about six inches from his downturned mouth. Swiss grumbles as he tries shifting his hips one more time, but it's no use.

"Fuckin' hell," he bites out, batting at the mattress with grumpy fists. "So fuckin' close." Swiss brings a hand up and starts stroking. Maybe, if he can get a groove going, some of the tension in his spine will melt away and he'll get what he craves.

He fattens up again in no time, and at first Swiss thinks it's working. Some of the stiffness leeches from his overtaxed muscles, releasing around his hips. His now-slick tip is closer, he's pretty sure. Hopefully not just because he's a grower. Swiss stretches out his tongue, but has no luck. It remains just out of reach.

"Fuck, damn it," he gripes, pulling his hand away and watching his dick kick in its absence. To hell with this, he's too horny and his patience is gone. Swiss shifts at the shoulders, moving to unfold himself.

He can't lift his legs. He doesn't have the leverage.

He's stuck.

Swiss's cock throbs, and all he can do is watch as a pearl of precum beads up at the tip and drips down onto his own cheek.

"Oh no," he huffs, "ah, shit."

Swiss doesn't know if it's a miracle or a curse that Rain is the one to find him like that some 20 minutes later, striding into his bedroom unannounced with a pair of lunch plates.

"Hey Swiss, I brought you-" Rain freezes and gags on his words, eyes bugged out of his head. "Uh..."

"Oh, hey Rain," Swiss greets, aiming for casual and landing on strained, "what's up?"

"Is this why you were asking the other day?" Rain sets the plates on Swiss's desk with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. He approaches the bed, Swiss gazing at him upside down. His head is starting to get fuzzy from the pressure on his chest. It's making him delightfully loopy.

"How'd you guess?" Swiss blinks up at him with a crooked smile as Rain huffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes. "'s not as easy as it looks."

"I told you that, weren't you listening?"

"Nah," Swiss admits, smile morphing into a grin, "I had better things to pay attention too." His cock is still hard, twitching at the memory, and another drop of pre drips to land near Swiss's nose. Rain steps up and swipes it away with his thumb, smearing it over Swiss's lips.

"And now you're stuck," he chides, tutting, "should've listened when you had the chance." Something in Rain's tone has his stomach fluttering as the water ghoul disappears from his sight. Swiss feels the mattress dip and suddenly Rain is knelt against his back, staring down at him with a predatory tilt.

"Sorry," Swiss mutters, not really knowing why he's apologizing, but it feels right with how Rain is looking at him. "Help me? Please?" Rain smiles, offering a shrug.

"Maybe later," he says, light. Swiss blinks up at him, lips parted. Rain's long fingers run from the backs of his splayed knees and up his aching thighs, coming to rest on Swiss's firm cheeks. "But you look so welcoming, I think I'll help myself first."

Swiss yelps as best he can when Rain's hand snakes around to grip his hanging cock, giving him a firm squeeze as he spits on his exposed hole. Swiss feels himself clench and Rain laughs.

"Gonna paint that slutty face," he chuckles.

He looks Swiss in the eye as he tongues his hole and starts to stroke, and all Swiss can do is open his mouth and wait.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #ANYTHING FOR STREAMMMM

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neoyi · 1 year

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Sooooooo, obvious Pizza Tower spoilers for the final boss and stuff.

I finished Pizza Tower the other day. The game was already plenty good using anxiety and anger as a vehicle for Peppino's motivation and the situation he's been placed in. It's not just his animation, where left idle, he will nervously gesture (teeth-clattering, biting his hand, etc.); it's also the music which draws the line between smooth techno backdrops to FRANTIC FRANTIC FRANTIC, the fact that everything is literally out to get him, and the brilliant escape sequences per level that forces Peppino to haul ass or he'll DIE.

Normally, I can't stand games where you're forced to escape with a timer, but Pizza Tower feels so appropriate because it's suppose to be anxious and heart-pounding. It also helps that the game has such tight, well-defined controls. Peppino is fast, so you get a sense of speed that helps defy the clock when you're on the move, but he can also stop on a dime, so you never feel hindered from what could be a costly mistake if Peppino was a bit more loose. Not to mention the timer is often generous. Once I got a groove on the game's control schemes, the time you had to get the heck out felt marginal enough while juuuuuust a tad left over that it still left you feeling wrecked, but never frustrating.

All of this is a great, great tool to teach you for the upcoming final boss and oh my god, OH MY GOD, so rarely do I feel anything could get me pumped up as Pizza Tower does with Pizzaface.

The whole ass fight is a great demonstration of what happens when you push a man to his limits. We've seen Peppino mad, but never has he been filled with SO MUCH WRATH until now. By the time Pizzaface (quickly revealed to be Pizzahead) started bringing in the other bosses for a rush, it felt so justified when Peppino started SCREAMING with rage. He's had it, this is the fucking straw. This motherfucker and his minions had fucked with him for the

LAST. GODDAMN. TIME.

I tend to dread boss rushes (it depends), but Pizza Tower knows it. It knows because Peppino was also dreading it. No, none of this bullshit. No more. He's DONE. Other than each of the main four being truncated to a manageable level, Peppino straight up BEATS THE CRAP OUT OF THEM when he physically contacts them. FUCK THIS SHIT, FUCK EVERYTHING, he's probably thinking.

Then he proceeds to CREAM the fuck out of Pizzahead.

Pizzahead, who had the audacity to mess with his restaurant; Pizzahead, who sent wave after wave of enemies to stop this pissed off Italian; Pizzahead, who dares to put on a smile and pull off silly little pranks and other misfits during the boss fight because he's NOT taking Peppino seriously, a mistake he's paid for with several broken (cheese???) bones.

And a lot of this wouldn't have worked if the music didn't go hard. But they went hard. I'm gonna upload a Youtube link where someone compiled all three songs into one, because it just feels like the kind you have to listen to back-to-back.

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This is like right up there with Final Fantasy VI's final bosses, where it had four major phases, each with their own songs, but you had to listen to all sixteen minutes of it because it just wouldn't feel right otherwise.

"Unexpectancy" is in the same boat.

The guitar riff, the rise in tension, the goddamn sampling of an old 1920s public domain song, "After You Get What You Want, You Don't Want It" by Van & Schenck (which seem appropriate given the lyrics talk about someone who can never be satisfied even after getting everything they want) - the whole ass thing is so. Damn. EPIC. And after the final fight, you have to get the hell out of the tower before it crumbles. Not just one level's worth, but the WHOLE ASS tower. Everything you've learned and hopefully mastered by this point will be tested as Peppino dashes like Sonic on drugs.

And it's so cool because you can pick up both your friends and the bosses (who, I guess, learned their lesson or something) to get the hell out (I guess the pig citizens are dead now cuz' they don't count.)

Like by the time you're outta there, you feel an IMMENSE sense of relief and satisfaction. Peppino won. YOU won. He can rest now and save his restaurant from debt (and maybe take his amlodipine while he's at it.)

Maybe because I'm so prone to anxiety myself, Pizza Tower - this silly little game - somehow ended up being not only relatable, but absolutely CATHARTIC.

It left me feeling so good by the time I finished. That a man like Peppino, where everything feels like it's out to get him (which, fair, they are), still decided that he's not going to put up with this bullshit, so he goes out and FIGHTS.

I don't think I have the strength to get all P-ranks in this game, but I'm so glad I played Pizza Tower. It was an incredibly fun, satisfying, validating experience.

#pizza tower #neoyi talks

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buck2eddie · 1 year

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wip wednesday

my dear friend taylor @cowboy-buck tagged me in this and i only have one (1) wip that i started back in the hiatus and i don't think i've touched in a while but hey i've been tagged so im gonna post a little something for it! basically the idea was coma dream fic yk how it goes :)

“Time to get up, I made breakfast.”

“You? Breakfast?” he asks, because Eddie might have gotten a little better with making something other than cereal while he was away from the 118, but Buck still loves to tease him about it.

“Yes, me.” he huffs. “Technically it’s lunchtime, but it’s pancakes. Which, classify as a breakfast food and you only now woke up so we’re gonna go with breakfast.”

“Okay, but only because it’s pancakes,” he answers as he lifts himself up with the help of Eddie, who’s holding his hand and leading him to their kitchen, grinning in victory at the fact that he managed to get him up with little to no resistance.

The truth is that Buck will follow Eddie anywhere he goes.

i've had a few ideas in my brain for more buddie fics that hopefully I'll find the inspo to get them going 🥰 maybe these will help to get the groove back!!

im gonna tag @buckleyseddie @lover-of-mine @eddiediass @diazass if you guys want no pressure!!

#wow look at me first wip wednesday!!!! idek if i mentioned i write on here ajsgshsk but yeah i attempt it!#wip wednesday #buddie #maya talks

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what-are-you-willing-to-do · 2 years

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Chapter 1: Welcome Back

Chris Redfield X Male Reader

Summary: You get a phone call from an old friend about another old friend to an even older friend.

S.T.A.R.S never gave you the best memories. Death pain and destruction. Though it was awful, you met some of your best friends there.

“Making good out of a bad situation.” was what Chris would say. Now here you lay in your bed trying to nap at 37 years old with almost nothing on your plate. It can drive some people crazy to not have anything to do but certainly not you.

You worked for this, everything.

You always felt pure guilt for the others who didn’t make it this far but you couldn’t reminisce on that. Your therapist taught you that. As you begin to doze off you hear an odd ring. A phone?

Your cell phone doesn’t sound like that though. The phone continues ringing as you get around looking for what could be causing the sound. You bend down as you suddenly hear it get louder. You get on the floor as you look under your bed.

Your eyes go wide as you pull out one of your safes. You pull out one with “S.T.A.R.S” in white bold letters and that’s where the ring was most prominent. You think to yourself trying to remember the code. You made it when you were in you’re 20s of course you didn’t fucking remember.

You groan loudly as it continues ringing over and over when it clicks. You put the code in and it unlocks. You rummage through it pulling out your burner from S.T.A.R.S. You swipe answer as Jill Valentine, one of your best friends smiles at you.

“Really, keeping me waiting?” She asks sarcastically. You laugh “This had all my important messages and info. If anyone found this I’d be shot and so would they.” You rolled your eyes with a smile “Good to see you Captain, oh wait that’s right. Now your.. what a…general- No!-Five star-General!”

You nod at her as she smiles brightly at you. “Anyways what makes you call me 5 years later?” You ask rubbing your eyes. Her smile instantly drops to a blank stare. “It’s about Wesker.” Your smile drops to “A little birdie told us you had some ideas about his “fun” plans.” You somehow knew exactly what she meant. “Let me guess, he’s trying to take over the world huh?”

She laughs as she nods. Though your dark stare doesn’t waver not for a second. “We need you’re help taking him down.” She states seriously. “Do you now?” You ask looking at your clock trying to not make eye contact.

Jill and you always were always close you knew she could read your mood. “Mhm, so what’s your answer?” She asks. You say nothing “You’ll be payed a grand amount sir.” You play with your fingers as you quirk an eyebrow. “You know… Chris is still there. I think you’d love to see how much he’s grown and matured don’t you think.”

Fuck she knew just how to get to you. You turn your attention back to her. “What’s the quickest you can get here sir?” She asks getting a pad and pen out. “Depends on the tickets, transportation and delays. Plus I need to rent something.” She nods “can you be here in 2 days?” You think to yourself.

“I’m in Europe Jill this is gonna be a bit, but if I get an early start I could probably be there by nighttime tomorrow.” She smiles writing that down. “How about this, we can get you the tickets, transportation and housing. You just need to get there on time and prepared to get back in the groove, can you handle that?” She laughs in a annoying way. You scoff as you nod.

“Alright sir, Welcome Back.”

Hopefully this is a decent first chapter thanks for the read 🙏 @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x male reader #chris redfield #re5 #resident evil 5 #resident evil x reader #fanfiction

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smores-artist · 1 year

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Apologies for the lack of activity, have been just preoccupied with life and all. Putting that asides, thanks to chats with @crystalkleure I decided to take a crack at drawing the character Chiharu Aoi from Beyblade Burst... with my own little spin on her.

Definitely had a lot of fun drawing her, especially since she was fairly straightforward for me to mess around with and give her a whole different energy. Also, the tutorials I used for creating her are definitely gonna help me in the long run with further projects I do that involve eccentric designs.

Alas, hopefully I can get back into the groove of drawing again for a bit before I become preoccupied again.

#chiharu aoi #beyburst #beyblade #fanart #artists on tumblr

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chubbyheadquarters · 1 year

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Hey.

I know it's been a really long time since I've posted anything.

And the reason? Multiple unfortunately.

The first was family issues. I won't go into details, but with all sorts of problems coming up, along with financial issues, I couldn't dedicate time to writing/responding. Hopefully, with the issues being resolved things can be more peaceful.

The second reason being my mental health. The end of last year hit me really hard with multiple things happening, so I had to take more time away. I was just having a hard time...stabilizing? But after some time, I think I'm in a better place now.

The third was a getting ill. This year hasn't started off well, with me getting punched with sickness to the full, and I've been trying to recover as fast as I can, taking medicine and such, getting sleep, etc. I...was also fucked with bppv, or vertigo for short. It stuck around for WAY longer than expected, and I couldn't exactly do much without almost falling over every hour. Thankfully though, I think it's safe to say that it's gone now & I'm doing a hell of a lot better than before, so that's great. Still, I'm gonna take it easy since my poor brain is a pile of mush.

And the last one being anticlimactic-

I just had major writing block.

When I had free time, I came here and to other platforms to try and find inspiration. Hoping something could help get me back into the groove.

I still did a bit of writing here and there, trying to get some of the requests semi-done or done, some of which I did, but others-

I couldn't write anything.

Nothing really felt good enough to post. I like writing, and I want the requester to be happy with what they get. But with the way my mind works, I hold myself to a really high standard, with me trying to make everything absolutely perfect(grammar and sentence structure wise) or add details that the reader may not care about, trying to add words and write in a way that isn't "me", per say. I'm scared that people may not like what I put out and my anxiety does not help one bit.

I've been trying to not be as hard on myself as I usually am, and it's...a work in progress. But it's a bit better now. I know I'm not gonna get everything right, whether it be the grammar or the way I word things, so I always try to keep that in mind.

But I've also been trying to improve my writing for another reason.

Like I stated before, with financial issues hitting me and my mom, I'm gonna need some way to help out some more. So I've been thinking about setting up a Kofi and seeing if there are any other ways to earn money from writing/drawing. It'll be more of an optional thing, but it's one I'm putting up on my platforms. And there will be an exchange for donations, like writing a one shot or having a sketch drawn for a small donation. I haven't quite figured everything out yet, price wise and all, but hopefully I will soon.

To those who have requested, I'm very sorry for the extremely late responses. I'm sure some people have moved on, and that's totally fine! I'll still get them out as soon as I can.

I hope this explains my sudden disappearance and I once again apologize to everyone. Hopefully I'll be back for good and get my full mojo back.

#author speaking #author notes #serious talk

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storyarcscribe · 1 year

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Are we ever gonna get any more of Lighten Up? I miss it so much and want to know what happens next 😩 I totally get wanting to work on other pieces, follow your muse! But I really really hope you haven’t given up on it either!

Hi darling! Lighten Up will be finished. I figured out the next part and will be writing it soon hopefully after I get this part one of a Joel Miller fic i have mapped out.

I had written about 2K originally for Lighten Up and needed to scrap it in December. Didn’t fit well with a story and I also felt like I was going totally out of character from my original vision.

Thank you so much for following along. I appreciate the patience and love. It was a very rocky year for me last year with personal matters, but never less I will be finishing☺️ I just got a new writing tablet which already has helped so much with my other projects.

I may have a separate Poe spicy one shot coming up that has gotten me back into the groove and love for fellow Poe readers👀😉

#poe dameron #Storyarcscribe #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut

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substituted-shinigami · 11 months

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“Quick” Blog/Writing/Art Update: May/June 2023

Hello everyone! Thank you for your patience! Sorry, it’s been awhile, but I do hope to be back soon! I’ve had a good long rest from the stresses of social media (I wish I could also say life as well, but I’ve learned it does what it wants!), and I hope to be at least semi active again by the time Bleach is back in early July! Thanks again for your patience! 🥰

Now unfortunately when I say semi-active, I really do mean semi-active. I won’t go into detail about my real life stuff, but it causes me enough stress that I’ve realized I can’t deal with it and social media stress at the same time. So I probably won’t be on here as often, and will be posting even less, but I want you all to know that I still love all y’alls stuff and will look at it when I can! I took a peek just recently to try and get back into the groove (the app has really changed in the last few months, huh?) and saw you all were talking about Soul Society Trains awhile back, and I’m so sorry I missed it because OMIGOSH DO I WANT IT TO BE CANON! Like can you imagine if Squad 12 designed one?! It would be a horror show, with a bunch of little feet and eyes and horns and UGH! Or maybe, due to how Soul Society is layed out, it’s a subway instead! Maybe it's an immortal mole creature that travels underground on some well known migratory route, and if you’re knowledgeable and crazy enough, you can just grab its fur and hold on tight to get where you need to go faster! Where was I going with this? Oh, right! You all are great, and I hope to read more of your ideas, and headcanons, and other stuff whenever I’m able!

What else…oh yes, posting content. So you know how I was talking about social media stress? Yeah, posting causes a lot of that. Creating though, causes less of that though, sometimes even decreases it. Like I literally sleep better if I write fanfiction before bed (sad, I know, but hear me out). So what’s the solution? Well, I could just never post, but I like sharing with others too! So what I’ve decided to do instead is post in seasons kind of like a tv show! I’ll work on fanfiction/fanart throughout the year, and then once October hits, I’ll post whatever I finish on a sort of schedule, like every Saturday or something. That way, I won’t feel stressed to get something out every month and I can work on multiple stories at the same time (which is my preferred way to write)! That said, since I won’t be online as much, I may be pretty slow in answering messages/questions/comments/etc, so I want to apologize in advance. Know that I still love and appreciate all of you, and will get back when I can!

Hmmm…Any last details? Oh yes, fanart and Bloodlines. I’m gonna be honest, y’all, fanart has been slow coming. I wanted to do more fan comics, but I haven’t had a lot of inspiration or motivation lately. I unfortunately might have to save that idea for next year, but if I do, I do have a back up plan that I think you all will like, so hopefully that works out. But for now, we’ll just have to wait and see!

Bloodlines…will be out…this year…or so help me, I’ll- *cough* Anyway, work on it has been going steadily, which should make me happy, but for some reason has got me extremely nervous. Like, is it going steadily because it’s close to finishing? Or is it going steadily because I missed a major flaw? Like will I be about to post it and realize I need to REWRITE THE ENTIRE THING! These thoughts plague me. Current improvements! I’ve learned what chapter hooks are and have implemented them to make the beginnings more interesting! Also, while I think Bloodlines is still a good “series” title, it is no longer a good title for the piece. The new working title is “Learning to Breathe”. I think that better encapsulates the story I’m trying to tell! Current worries! Is the climax “climaxy” enough? Does the build up pay off in the end? Do the dramatic moments make sense? DO I NEED TO REWRITE THE ENTIRE THING???

Anyway, I think that is finally, actually it! If you made it to the end, that’s pretty amazing of you! One day, I’ll learn to summarize my thoughts better, but today is not that day! See you all in July when Bleach comes back! I’m so hyped!

#blog update #writing update #art update #june 2023

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bteezxyewriter12 · 11 months

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New series???

Hi all,

I am so stuck in a rut right now. I can't write anything and when I try I get so frustrated. It's a huge bummer and a huge stress.

So I'm going to be taking a break until mid July, hopefully getting my writing groove back (Yoongi fic will still be posted as that is a completed fic)

To focus myself, I decided to put out two polls on what you guys want from me. Maybe seeing the votes will kick my ass into gear

So a new series I have planned (and have started writing some of the fics) is a fairytale/myth retelling series. The series is multi fandom (ATEEZ and BTS so far).

I made title collages for each story so I'm gonna post them below and then have a poll for you guys to choose which fic you'd want first

Thanks so much for your help and understanding

Retellings

Yoongi

Retelling of Hades and Persephone

God of Underworld Yoongi x Spring Goddess Named Reader

Set in Ancient times

Hongjoong

Retelling of Mermaid stories (Mermaid lure sailors with voice)

Pirate Captain Hongjoong x Mermaid Named Reader

Set in 1800s

Note- I am using Mermaids not sirens in this story. I know that people use sirens and mermaids interchangeably but I don't. I studied Greek classics in college and for me Sirens are the half bird, half women who sing to lure sailors to their deaths so they can eat them. Mermaids are known for their voices too so that's what I'm using in my fic

Seonghwa