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does anyone grasp the depth of grief, persistence, and hope all at the same time from these supposedly just system notifications? please bear with me and my incoherence bcs i might actually be losing my mind????? i apologize in advance
[Story, --, has begun its storytelling once more.]
[Story, --, is continuing on with its storytelling.]
and then kindly replace those '--' with a story like "Life and Death Companions" or other stories affiliated with kdj and kimcom.
Orv has repeatedly emphasized how people are stories and how we are all just stories trying to understand each other. Seeing these 'stories' that were made from kdj and other's connection trying to continue on and starting once more evoke emotions deep inside me. Because Kdj and every member of kimcom live on through these 'stories', they embody the stories that they obtain. They're the ones who want to continue on and to begin once more. Because 'once more' implies that it has already come to an end at one time, and 'continuing on' means persevering despite of.
like resisting permanent death.
It's like no matter what catastrophe befall the world or the universe and how long these stories and connections may stay dormant, they will always awaken once someone remembers them. Once someone speaks of them. It's like how people have this irrational fear of being forgotten, and so being remembered, being told, and being shared just like a story somehow realize our existences. And we all know that these system notifications appear when the people involved in the story are wielding their shared story/experience to get through something(scenarios) or to someone(between themselves) and hope that the stories they've created are good enough to be acknowledged. Whenever the system narrates a story— one, both, or all of the parties included in the story want to be seen, recognized, and understood as we all crave to be good enough to continue being somebody in at least someone's story— in someone's life. It's like our souls despairing and rejoicing at the same time, "i'm here! i'm still here. i'm still continuing on. our story's still existing.", pleading to be read.
and so once someone recognizes our story, connected with us, and understood us— our story continues on despite of, and it begins once more even when it might have ceased at one point. It tells this new story of not being forgotten
and how our existences— our already written stories, always endure. just like theirs.
....the grief, the persistence, and the hope of it all.
[Story, Life and Death Companions, has begun its storytelling once more.]
[Story, Life and Death Companions, is continuing on with its storytelling.]
fuck did this even make sense im so sorry. i just really needed to get this off my head, it's rotting my brain
#nothing is more stubborn than the stories that love dokja‚ they will always prevail and conquer anything#so u better be back with them dokja cause i really cant anymore#why am i writing this at 6am with no sleep#is this even coherent im sleepy#this is all because of all the post epilogue fanworks that ive seen and read and how almost all of them incorporated those-#system notifications whenever kdj the company reunites or have a very meaningful moment#and it just shattered my brain#is yhis cringe imnsleeoy im sorry#now im sleepless and incoherent zfuck#please someone say that u at least undestood what im tryna say 😭#im not good with expressing i suck ass at it#orv#omniscient readers viewpoint#omniscient reader#omniscient reader's viewpoint#kim dokja#kim dokja's company#kimcom#han sooyoung#yoo joonghyuk#life and death companions#joongdok#kdj#yjh
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Eve and I were talking about how the Pokemon in the future got food and water when every drop of water is frozen, and he mentioned they just get it from the dungeons cause you can find apples in there. And I just hadn’t considered the dungeons before, I don’t know why. But that got a whole lot stronger in this playthrough cause I’m just now noticing that there’s color in dark hill and dusk forest (which i did note but dismissed as variety for the sake of it. im dense.) AND there’s water that a water type hero can swim in in Dark Hill.
So now I’m thinking. What if the mystery dungeons were the planet’s last ditch defense mechanism? Since time and space work differently in them, the dungeons themselves weren’t paralyzed, along with the Pokemon (who are also shown to be frozen). Just for some form of longevity. Of course, there comes the doubled edged sword of “the dungeons have a mind of their own and either drag you to madness or kick you out on a whim.” And that’s why most Pokemon in the future “have a darkness in their heart”, because they’re being influenced by the dungeons. Plus, fighting would naturally break out more due to the lack of food, some Pokemon can’t get through or handle the dungeons, and the exploration teams die out as it becomes every mon for themselves.
#sorry if this is less coherent im getting sleepy zzz. moght have to stop after dark hill even tho i dont wanna#echoed voice#pmd posting#also they just adapt to be able to evolve naturally without the spring#which i mighttt incorporate into my team? perhaps? idk tho. like nimbus evolving into luxio#rin cant cause she needs the fire stone
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whoever came up with the weighed blanket is a goddamn genius. like, yes I do wanna be squished down onto a surface like a particularly fussy cat whose owner needs to trim their claws. Hell yeah compress and flatten me like pancake. Love it
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I like to think the whole "perfect match" bs actually just meant two ppl with similar personalities, nothing to do with romantic compatibility at all. Those two ppl are just supposed to get along great.
#its almost 5am#i am loosing my mind i cant sleep#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago headcanons#bee ranting at insane o clock#yeah#the worst part is that im not even sleepy#im completely coherent still
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this inspired me for smth lengthy spicey like
childe being a virgin (i like to hc he doesnt have much experience with love etc bc he was/is mainly focused on getting stronger and fighting etc plus he got into the fatui at a young age, not mentioning the abyss trauma etc etc so this could fit in well too ajdbc) so zhongli is actually his first in everything (falling in love for first time/first relationship/losing his virginity etc) and when he tells him so zhonglis lizard brain just goes crazy while hes all collected outside bc the thought of childe being untouched/him being the first and only one touching childe in this way is just
#sorry if not coherent im sleepy#but now this is stuck in my head and i#need to draw smth to this some time#just zhongli taking apart childe so sweetly and thoroughly messing him up#and childe so sensitive bc even tho he def touches himself and knows how it feels its different than when its zhonglis skillful hands#so his stronk deadly body just gets all pliant and sensitive and squirming beneath zl#taps chin in more thoughts#talk tag
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Ignore this because im going to sound insane and only like 3 people will even know or care about what im talking about. But anyway.
People can call Oryx transgender if they want and im all for people having fun with their interpretations of characters in media tbh... But honestly ive thought about it so much and personally I dont think that hive genders work in a way thats comparable with human genders like that????
Given that the Hive/Krill are entirely an alien species, the way ive always thought about it is that the three sisters from fundament were simply existing in like.. an unmatured state, not necessarily one gender or another since its impossible to compare aliens genders 1:1 to human genders. They are only referred to with feminine pronouns and terms in the first place due to the limitations of translation and perhaps closest superficial comparison... bc literally it is impossible this alien species thats millennia old has the same concept of "man" and "woman." There were three different morphs that the three ascended to once gaining power and growing (the Knight, King, and Mother morphs - and im musing now, but imo could be fun to interpret as three entirely different genders even??????) which changed All of their bodies in unique ways. Also we know that Krill had to consume a specific jelly to even become fertile + are even capable of self fertilization so. ???? They are also similar to insects in some ways. IDK.
TLDR the way i see it they are just Too Alien for the comparison to human trans people given its a step of maturity any of them will go thru... but just based on the way All of their bodies and presentation changed drastically, if you really wanted to call one of them transgender . like. they all could be.
#venus.txt#not even going to bother putting this in the tags#feel free to ignore im barely coherent and so sleepy right now but ive been thinking about this so much.
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I queued some more tag your oc posts bc I didn't feel like clogging people's dashes any more today lmao I might start using my queue just for this
#im super sleepy so idk if the tags i wrote in those posts are even coherent but its fine hfhfhdhd#i have the queue at 3 posts a day for now#vee.txt
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send me a word for a list of incoherent associations?
#im never this sick and i dont know how to cope#im trying to just. pass the time so i get so sleepy that i can actually sleep thru the night#while just being in pain from my throat and head and chest and neck#running a fever for the second day now which ??? i never get actual fevers#so i cant exactly promise drabbles or even coherent lists lol#i can promise delirious ramblings and incoherent associations at best#if i can make myself focus at all#irlshaped
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more ddlg jk please im so obsessed
ily <3
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: romance
warnings: manipulation, big corruption kink, dd/lg, hints of size and spit kink, lots of kissing, slight dub con, allusions to con noncon, intoxication, drugs (marijuanna), dirty talk, groping, bondage (ropes), praise, free use kink, loving humiliation (verbal), possessiveness, creampie, aftercare
Coming back from work, Jungkook found your sleepy form curled up on the bed, the nightlight setting a faint glow over the room. He crouched down on the floor and leaned in to kiss you, the affectionate greeting making your eyes flutter open. You tried to blink the drowsiness in them away, but it didn't seem to be quite working, and Jungkook felt his heart melt in his chest.
"Are you okay, princess?"
You breathed out slowly, your answer coming out mellow.
"I feel so weird, daddy."
He examined you with concern, the dull glaze of your eyes the first thing to catch his attention. Whatever he was about to say died in his throat, and he found himself stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked so small like this; barely holding on to consciousness, gazing into his eyes with all the love and trust your precious heart had to offer. It stirred something in his soul, something primal and sinister, instantly triggering its protective instincts.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He coaxed gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "Did you eat properly?"
"Dinner," you nodded, sighing, "and some snacks."
Your answer was just as expected, but the innocence of it further provoked that thing in the shadows of his mind, and a pierced eyebrow raised at you cluelessly.
"What snacks? We ran out last night, baby. I got you some on the way home today."
You frowned at that, confusion seeping into your expression.
"No, we... still had some left... they- they were in the shelf... in the kitchen."
"Oh baby..." Jungkook sighed then, and lowered his lips to your forehead. "There's a reason daddy keeps those hidden. You probably shouldn't have touched that."
For a split second, when your eyes raised to meet his, he thought you had realized what happened, what he did, and his heart reacted in tandem with his cock, jumping. But then your small hand moved to reach for him. You couldn't have been cuter if you tried. Even now, seeking his protection, whether it was the drugs muddling your brain; or just love.
Because hidden wasn't exactly the most accurate word here... not since a while, at least, but there was a sadistic need rising up in Jungkook to slip further into his role, murmur reassurances that would have made angels weep for you, had they ever existed and mourned for lost souls.
"It's okay. Just rest, baby... The feeling will pass soon. Just..." he brushed his nose against yours, "close your eyes and let go. Daddy will take care of you. Yeah?"
You followed his instructions flawlessly, letting your eyes fall shut, your body relaxing as he spoke. But your hand still squeezed at his bigger one, like you were nervous that he'd disappear. There didn't really seem to be many coherent thoughts left in that pretty, little head of yours. No wonder the weed hit you hard; it wasn't something you've tried before. You've always rejected any blunts Jungkook offered, trembling and stilling his hands when he whispered all the depraved things he knew would make your cunt leak as he touched you. Now, after the drug has entered your system - and in large amounts, too - you were left so... vulnerable, in every way. Helpless against the warmth flooding your senses, making your nerves tingle as Jungkook climbed on top of you. Helpless against him; his wicked hands soothing you, exploring your waist, their touch your only connection to your earthly existence in the warm, fuzzy haze pulling you under; stripping you off your inhibitions.
"Relax, sweetheart. Just like that."
There was a repressed desire lurking in the softness of his palms sneaking under your shirt. When his lips inched towards yours, something almost innocent laced the action; a soft peck, testing the waters. Too lightheaded to think straight, you let Jungkook do the thinking for you, because that was what daddy was there for, wasn't it? To catch you when you fall. To look after his little girl, kiss her and hold her. And he did just that, throbbing at the whine that slipped past your lips as soon as his touched your neck.
"Sensitive, angel?"
His hands explored your tummy, butterflies erupting while the rough pads of his fingers inched upwards. His voice was as soft as any devil's leading their prey astray, a seduction too great to resist with your guard lowered and brain muddled. Sweet, little thing, so putty in his hands; an adoring kiss warmed your cheek, followed by a sigh, a sound of feigned sympathy. Poor, little baby, so dazed under him; back arching softly when he began to rub your nipple, eliciting a gasp. Good thing daddy knew exactly what you needed. He was going to make it all better, he whispered. Daddy would never hurt you, he promised. And then he slid down your underwear.
He was sure that even with how high you were, his brain was running on the same kind of adrenaline, releasing endorphins, heart beating fast and blood rushing, his kisses sloppy and slow. Like he wanted to taste every inch of you, or rather, like he wanted to pour himself and his love into every nook and crevice of you, body and soul; a suspicion he made far too easy to confirm when he pulled away, dark gaze immediately drawn to the string of saliva connecting you for a second too long. It was enough for his thumb to reach upwards and rub the remains of the wetness into your bottom lip, hypnotized by how swollen and shiny it looked.
There was no other sound in the room besides the mingling of your labored breathing and the soft moans his touches encouraged, igniting a kind of fire within you that, had your mind and heart been sober, would have been considered humiliating. The willingness to be defiled, the trust that this was your caretaker just doing his job. And in a twisted way, he was. Fueling all the forbidden desires and needs you kept locked up, deemed too dark to ever leave the twilight zone of your soul. And once again, whose job was it if not Jungkook's to show his little one that not all dark things were frightful?
Floating, you briefly felt your arms being raised, cool air hitting your skin as he slipped your shirt off. The bed dipped then, and more kisses were lovingly left on your shoulders, the silky heat of his lips lazily trailing up to your neck. Time seemed to be passing by in a blur; you could feel Jungkook trapping your wrists above your head, slight shuffling coming from somewhere beside you.
Another kiss. More shuffling. You were disoriented up to the very moment you registered the fact that the noise stopped, and something was being wrapped around your hands.
No, not wrapped; tied. You whimpered, akin to a little fawn that realized it was ensnared.
Jungkook cooed at you, his lips brushing your collarbone, leaving your skin on fire.
"Such a good girl..."
He made his way down your stomach, presumably to continue to comfort you. Yet his deft fingers landed on your foot, the caress sending your heart jumping to your throat. Because even though it lasted only for a moment, you could hear more rustling, the final kiss landing on your ankle; right before the loving gesture was replaced with the lewd intentions he has had all along. His hands were gentle as they secured the knots, tying both of your ankles to the bed posts; leaving you spread open and defenseless, just the way he wanted.
Even without the restraints, even if your pussy wasn't dripping for him, it wasn't like you would have been able to fight back. Not after the edibles. And in the moment, not many things made sense besides the ache that built up inside you, the smell of Jungkook's skin, invading all your senses and making your thighs start to tremble. But one fact was pretty clear; you were nothing but a toy for him. He wasn't even bothered holding your legs open.
"All good?" He asked sweetly, his arms on either side of your head as he hovered above you again.
Your breath came out uneven, head spinning, but you nodded, lost in the darkness of his eyes staring into yours, giving into its entrancing depths, a bottomless pit that seemed to be asking: There, isn't this so much better? Doesn't it feel good to let daddy make the decisions for you? And he didn't need you to say a word, because your body provided all the answers, keening as you heard him undo his zipper. There was another layer of vulnerability attached to the fact that he was still fully dressed while your skin burned bare underneath him. Another layer of power Jungkook clearly relished in, if the way he twitched against you was anything to go by.
"You're so wet," it was a breathless statement, his eyes threatening to close when his heavy cock finally pressed in between your thighs. "So fucking wet."
Perhaps it was twisted, how lovingly he took advantage of you, degraded you, like you didn't quite belong to yourself; only to him. But your hole was clenching around nothing, trying to suck his cock right in any time he nudged the tip against it. And just like that, all the self control he had exercised so far was beginning to crumble. He could feel himself slipping, the words weighing on his tongue getting harder to hold back.
"So good for me... Just stay like this. Let daddy take care of you."
You moaned weakly, hips trying to seek more friction. Jungkook's cock twitched at that, spurting more precum in between the soft folds of your cunt. You were so divine. His little girl, his property, waiting to be used, craving it. And Jungkook could never deny you. This was all you've ever needed; to be stripped of your identity, no daunting responsibilities, no thoughts. All you had to do was lie there and take his cock like a good girl, your head fuzzy and cunt well fucked.
He rocked into you slowly, pushing an inch forward only to slide out again, the stretch combined with the pressure quickly making your stomach knot up. You didn't realize you were begging until you felt Jungkook's tongue over yours, his lips cutting off your soft whines.
"Fuck," he breathed out weakly, his hips arching into you off their own accord. "Doing so good for daddy." A kiss. "Gonna take care of you." A whisper. "Gonna give you all you need." A dip of his head, soft lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Little miss free use slut."
His tummy clenched at how sharply you inhaled, at the warm pulse beating around his cock as he sank deeper inside you. You were so tight, moaning into his ear, but too out of it to move, too out of it to do anything but feel the thrill of the pleasure he forced into your body. It was intoxicating, how perfect you were, all his to taint and love, his marks so deep no holy water could scrub them off your soul. He groaned, at this point running on pure instinct, fucking you harder as your cunt clenched around him, struggling to accommodate all of his girth and yet aching to be filled up with more. It was too much to handle; the combination of you, the rush of power, and the heavenly heat he was rutting into tipping him dangerously close to the edge.
"Yeah..." His voice came out as a needy, shaky whisper, an inked hand tightening around your breast. "Fuck." His forehead rested against yours, eyes hooded. "Feel good?"
A hiss escaped him when you clenched in response.
"Oh yeah? Little, slutty hole feels good?"
Jungkook's lips were on yours again before you could process it, muffling the loud moan you let out. You were already falling apart, and there were so many ways he wanted to ruin you and leave you shaking for more. All he could focus now on, though, was the vice grip of your wet, abused cunt, and the obscene sounds it made.
"Oh baby, you gonna come? Look what a pretty, little fucktoy I have here. Only good for one thing, hm?"
His hips stuttered at the shiver that ran through you. He gripped your jaw, the mattress protesting under the force of his thrusts. But the noise was nothing compared to the way you cried out for him, your walls spasming around his cock and drawing a loud, desperate moan out of his pretty mouth. Just like that, he followed you right over the edge, spilling his cum deep inside you, and shamelessly fucking it in even deeper. Eyes scrunched, he let his head rest in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.
"Ohh fuck-" His groan broke into a drawn out, raspy whimper. "Yeees."
He came so hard, white spots dancing behind his eyelids, unwilling to stop grinding until his knees felt weak. He tried to catch his breath, his head swimming. You were limp beneath him, your heart still pounding hard against his. Despite the dreamy exhaustion weighing down his bones, he lifted himself up to check up on you, press tender kisses into your lips.
"Are you okay, baby?"
A nod was all you could manage.
"Such a good girl. You did so well."
His fingers reached to work on untying the knots binding your wrists, his dick twitching at the sight of you before him. The spit still shining on your lips, the glow of your flushed skin, the cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. So blissed out, ruined and pretty. All his. But rather than acting on the shivers of arousal that still haven't died down, flowing through his body, Jungkook focused on sitting you up and getting you to the bathroom.
He sat you in a tub filled with warm water, then discarded his own clothes to join you. The snacks he bought you earlier were placed on a tray, within arm's reach. He held you against his chest, fed you a little. He knew you were tired; you needed rest, you needed time to sober up, because you couldn't keep your eyes opened nor move as he washed you.
He rested his wet cheek on the crown of your head, taking a moment to just feel you close, immerse himself in the warmth.
"Baby," he whispered, his arms tightening around your waist, though he wasn't sure if you were still conscious enough to hear or understand him. "What have you done to me? I love you so much all of my soul is gone."
Gone where? Lost in yours, perhaps, the only heaven that actually mattered.
A moment passed in silence, your breathing soft, until an almost incoherent whisper broke him out of his stupor.
"Love you too, daddy."
Jungkook glanced down at you, a fond smile lighting up his face. It was time to go to bed. Tomorrow, he was off work, and he couldn't wait to spend the day with you. Cooking, kissing, watching movies, then rolling a joint. He had a feeling you wouldn't resist this time; you tended to like the games Jungkook chose. He was good at it. He had to be; that was also a part of his job, wasn't it? Making sure playtime with daddy was fun.
And how could he ever do anything but his best for his little girl?
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can i rq the south park main 4 with a reader that drinks a concerning amount of coffee but they don't seem affected by it. and then reader has a caffeine crash and passes out while hanging out w/ them
totally not based on smth that happened to me (im good now tho)
Of course!! So sorry for the wait! also pls stay safe my pumpkin--
South Park - Main Four With a Reader Who Drinks a Lot of Coffee
Stan
I don't think he'd be able to tell that you drink a concerning amount of coffee
He has trouble drawing boundaries between how much is too much when it comes to material goods
(partly because, no matter how hard he tries, he can never quite pin down exactly when his father will get violent when he drinks)
So he doesn't really notice when you're on your third or fourth or tenth cup; nor does he ever wonder if you're having too much
But one day, you're both hanging out, and your usual cup of coffee is absent from the scene
Much like he didn't heed your constant drinking, Stan hadn't noticed that you weren't drinking
So he was super confused when you suddenly seemed super sleepy, your eyes drooping shut
He didn't even get the chance to ask what was wrong before your head slammed into the table
Panicking, he flew out of his seat, sending the chair toppling to the floor
He was at your side in a split second, shaking you and shouting your name
When you finally come to, he lets out a loud sigh of relief
Then he turns to you with tears in his eyes, his voice just as urgent as it was before
"What happened?! You just... passed out! I thought you were dead, Y/n!"
"Uh... I guess I haven't had coffee in a while..."
He just blinks at you
Then, looking around, he finally notices that you don't have any coffee, and he says as much to you
You just laugh, explaining that you hadn't had any all day
He takes this as a cue to go get you some coffee, and he comes back with an okay-ish homemade cup (he's never made coffee before, go easy on him)
From then on he always looks for when you don't have a coffee cup and asks if you need one
He's not very helpful in breaking the habit; from his experiences, he doesn't really believe that such addictive habits can be broken :(
But at least he's helpful in making sure you don't crash again!
Kyle
Your coffee habit was one of the first things Kyle noticed about you
At first he teased you about it, but as you grew closer the teasing turned into genuine berating
He does it out of concern for you, but you wouldn't know this from how harsh he is
Sometimes he'll straight-up steal your cup and dump it out, telling you that you've had enough for the day
But he can't give you a break; one time, when he hadn't seen you take one sip of coffee all day, he was feeling suspicion rather than pride
He kept an eye on you, expecting you to pull out a hidden thermos at any moment or something
He thought you were reaching for this imaginary thermos when you began to slouch down, presumably to reach into your bag
But no. You slumped over, unconscious
It took Kyle a second to realize that you were unconscious and not, in fact, digging around in your bag
He looked around, as if wondering "Is anyone going to help them??"
At length he jumped up to check on you himself
He shook you, hissing your name under his breath, trying not to make a scene
When you finally stirred awake, blubbering semi-coherently, Kyle crossed his arms, hiding how relieved he was
"Did you just have a caffeine crash?"
"Urrg... Maybe...?"
Kyle rolled his eyes, annoyance finally erasing whatever sympathy he might have felt
He tells you for the umpteenth time that you have a serious problem
You just smile innocently, drifting back off to sleep
Kyle shakes you again, taking on the responsibility of keeping you awake for the rest of the day
If anything he just uses this instance against you, constantly reminding you what a problem you have
Cartman
Your coffee drinking is just one of many things that Cartman likes to tease you about
He doesn't actually think it's as serious as he exaggerates it to be in his jokes, but sometimes he does wonder if it is that bad
But he's not a worrier; he usually just forgets those thoughts as quickly as they come
One day, he noticed that you didn't have your usual cup of coffee, and he teased you about it (of course)
"No coffee today, my little addict?"
"Shut up, pug-nose."
As always, Cartman didn't think about it any more after that
So he was quite confused when, later that day, you just passed out
But he suddenly remembered that you hadn't had your usual coffee, and a huge grin spread on his face
He took the opportunity to take pictures of you, testing the limits with what he could get away with
(the worst one he could get was a finger pushing your nose up like a pig)
He plopped down on the couch to edit the pictures and send them to people, but the jostling motion woke you up
Cartman snickered at your confused, drowsy state, and turned his phone around to show you the picture of you with your nose scrunched up
"Now who's the pug-nose? Though I guess you do make a pretty cute pug."
"You are insufferable."
"You love me."
He draped an arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he scrolled through the rest of the pictures he took of you
You made him delete them all, of course
From that day on you made a point to always keep awake around him...
His teasing adopts a more concerned tone, always nagging you about cutting back or getting on "the patch" (does Cartman know anything about caffeine??? absolutely not, methinks)
But he's secretly also waiting for you to crash again; he did quite like that cute pig-nosed picture of you
Kenny
Kenny always assumed that your coffee habit was just a health thing
He wondered if it could really be good for you, but decided not to question it
You seemed healthy enough, after all
I mean, you weren't dying or having heart attacks or anything
To Kenny that is peak health
He actually tries to keep up with your habit because of his (perhaps slightly misguided) assumption
He asks if you need a refill, and though he doesn't really have the money to buy you coffee, he's more than happy to make some at home when you come over
(he may or may not have used this as an excuse to get you to come over at least once)
He was curious when you seemed to be getting increasingly sleepy one day
He was about to ask if you needed any coffee, but you suddenly closed your eyes and slumped over on the ground
Luckily you had both been sitting on his floor, and he scrambled over to your side, putting your head in his lap while he shook you
"Y/n? Y/n?? Are you okay? What's going on?"
The moment you come to, the first thing he asks is if it's your "health thing"
When that clearly just confuses you, he asks if you need coffee
Suddenly understanding what he was saying, you close your eyes to think
"Huh.. Guess I just had a caffeine crash. Maybe some coffee would be good..."
After that day Kenny looked into caffeine and how it relates to health
He realizes that maybe you do have a problem...
From then on he's not so eager to get you a refill of coffee, instead suggesting lower-caffeine tea (which he has to buy himself; his parents only have coffee) or just taking a power-nap
He won't pressure you, but he is pretty concerned about your habit
Thanks so much for your request, sorry again that you had to wait so long!! And thank you for reading, take care duckies <33
(divider by saradika)
#south park#south park x reader#south park headcanons#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle x reader#stan marsh#stan marsh x reader#stan x reader#eric cartman#eric cartman x reader#eric x reader#kenny mcormick#kenny mcormick x reader#kenny x reader
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Could I please request hc or a drabble about Cove as a new parent with a female MC? Thank you! ❤️
its your lucky day (aka you've asked smth ive been thinking abt for days LOL) bc ive written hc's and drabbles <333 although mostly messy hc's that are in no coherent order also I think I will come back n write more coherent n specific scenarios bc I have sm thoughts on cove through parenthood.... pls tysm for this ask I hope it's satisfactory bc i wrote in order of my thoughts LOL
tags : fluff, AFAB reader, after step 3/wedding dlc, "options" for 1 or 2 babes (if you hc triplets im praying for u🙏), no gender mention of the babe/s, birth surrogacy n adoption are up for imagination but pregnancy/surrogacy is most implied altho i think you could imagine adopting a baby before they're born bc ik some ppl do that
synopsis : how cove acts when you have your first kid & a bit on how he is raising them with you <3
many many candid shots of cove holding the baby
PLEASE tell me someone recorded near the end of the birth/when they brought you the babe
he's crying. no matter what he's crying his fuckin eyes out
if you're giving birth please either have him wait outside n come in to cut the cord at the end bc he might faint
if you do have him in the room he'll be on his best behavior. will try his best not to worry too much bc he knows it could stress you out
(I'm thinking abt this video I saw where the wife said her husband fainted n fell back into this rolly office chair n just rolled to the back of the room into the dark side (it was apparently a long room lollll))
if you're in for a long labor or it's pretty short he's more calm bc either it's over before he can freak out or it's so fuckin long he's over it LOL
he's more of a solid, physical support than anything else because he's not too good with words but also he dosn't want you to feel pressured, annoyed, or smth with constant "you got this!" "its okay!" as you're pushing out a whole human, its not a simple task
[video 1]
COVE: so little...
COVE: (looks at his mom/dad) are they supposed to be this small? (watery laugh)
is very scared to hold the babe, he's a big guy, with or without the muscles so he's always gentle with them even once they get bigger
definitely texts his dad during the pregnancy/surrogacy/adoption process "I hope i can be a good dad like you"
cliff getting a text from cove at 3am: "ty for raising me idk how you did it omg"
cliff is crying n flying over there immediately
!!!! if you need someone to help you adjust cliff is on the fuckin way!!! you can't even finish asking bc he's alrdy here, whatever you need guys!!!!
but if you want to be alone to bond w the babe or you hire a professional to help with the transition then he or your moms will come over and clean up, prepare food, and allows you to come home and not worry about getting things done.
dies if the kid has his hair color or eyes, like at first he just finds it crazy that he's a dad n that he has a lil spawn of his own
also lots of pictures of cliff playing w the babe/s
we all know cove can be lazy with his hair, but he doesn't want his kid going to school w crazy hair so he learns
at first it looks like a mess
n if you keep your hair short or can only do smth simple, its time to call your ma or lee for help LOL
imagine cove standing by your ma as she's showing him how to braid... so sweet
cove is tip-toeing through the house, trying to shake off his outside clothes quietly and when he walks back into the room after brushing his teeth he's greeted with the sweet sound of his baby's giggle
you are sound asleep.
you and the other babe are sound asleep.
he shushes the baby, easing himself into the bed. suddenly he thinks that spending all that money on this big bed was worth it, especially with the way his achy body sinks into it.
"cove?..."
he reaches over the babe/s. "sorry.. did I wake you?"
you hum, it's not a yes or a no, just a sleepy sound and he laughs at how out of it you are even though you're trying to fight it, stroking your face and carding his fingers through your hair.
"I love you.. thank you." he whispers. this moment is so delicate. he worries a bit that if he speaks too loud it'll be gone and he'll wake up in his teenage bedroom, staring at the bottom of his scratched up bunk bed.
"f'what?" you blink slowly.
"for everything..." he grins softly, thinking about that night
of your wedding, when you told him you wanted kids with him.
after the ORCA fundraiser dinner, when you asked him if he imagined having kids with you.
"we made it. that future we talked about..."
you smile softly, more awake now. "thanks for making it with me."
he laughs, muffins his face in the pillow and resting a hand on the baby, willing them not to wake. "how can you thank me for that?"
you grin, more sleepy than anything but still full of mischief.
"how can you thank me for getting me pregnant?" you giggle at your husband's flustered face.
"how can you thank me for being here like I promised years later?" you tease, bringing up night of the fundraiser.
cove flushes, burying his face in the babies hair instead of answering you.
he puts an arm around you, careful of the little one/s between you. "just go to bed..."
gb lady said cove is sahd material.....
omg he makes them lunch always, or he at least helps you make lunch because his cooking skills are a bit limited and they'd prbly have star shaped sandwiches and applesauce everyday
HE HAS A THING TO PUT THE BABE IN WHILE HE DOES HOUSE SHIT
your kids are definitely cuddles bc of him, he always picks em up, and if he doesn't have a carrier than he'll make a makeshift one out of a blanket.
omg imagine him and the kid/s at the dining table crying tryna figure out the homework
"its getting worse y/n!!!"
"what the fuck is common core math?!"
"babe call the teacher, something is missing here..."
if you're bad at math or smth too than you're all fucked n your kid/s AND COVE are facetiming his dad for a long distance tutoring lesson
he's reading them books every night
HE gets upset when it doesn't happen
"babe we gotta turn around, I only read them 5 books we're gonna be gone 6 nights."
FaceTime them every night you're away just the two of u
falls asleep w the kids in the weirdest positions
why is there a princess crown on his head and where did the face paint come from????
spoils the kid/kids. you're gonna go bankrupt please stop!!!
when your kid/s finally graduate n move out on their own, he thanks his dad for raising him and teaching him how to be the best dad.
also thanks you for just being amazing n reassuring him whenever he worried abt doing something wrong
if you have more than 1, he's a master by baby 2/3
COVE: (holding fresh baby, whispering) ....why is it so red
raising you kid/s w cove is tough at first, cove worries about doing some wrong or failing as a parent.
and he did eventually admit he was worried about raising his kid/s in a "broken" home. his parents did their best! and he loves them, but the split was hard for him and he doesn't want them to go through the same feelings.
every day is a new experience in your house to say the least
I imagine it's filled w lots of worry, love, and tears
COVE N HIS KID/S HAVE A CRY COUNT
(cove is losing somehow?! he's been out crybaby-ed)
#our life: beginnings & always#olba#cove holden#cove holden x reader#cove x mc#cove x reader#cove our life#our life cove#cove holden fluff#cove holden x mc
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fuck it friday
tagged by @transboybuckley @rewritetheending and @devirnis <333
eddie doing some birthday party face painting
Eddie gets lost in requests for butterflies and whiskered animals, one particularly adorable sunflower, and a ladybird who cheerfully scuttles off looking only slightly like she’s contracted a horribly contagious disease from medieval Europe. Through it all, he watches Buck out of the corner of his eye, dancing and prancing in the afternoon sun with at least three tiny children attached to him at all times, a blur of pink.
He's just finishing up with the last kid when Maddie announces it’s time to cut the birthday cake, rushing back inside in that whirlwind of stressed energy unique to parents on their children’s birthdays. Eddie watches as Chim smiles after her, fond about it, before hurrying in himself when Maddie calls for him impatiently.
Something in Eddie’s chest aches then, just a little. He wishes he had more memories of Shannon like this—he missed enough of Chris’s birthdays when they were together that he didn’t get to have that first-hand with her, only through grainy home videos filmed by his parents and emailed to him after, her grin bright even as her dishevelled hair and tiredness was apparent through the screen.
im so nearly done i promise im just walking fucking everywhere so whenever i get home im so sleepy my brain refuses to even attempt coherency and it’s been slow going!
tagging @onward--upward @eddiebabygirldiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @zahlibeth @clusterbuck @jeeyuns @housewifebuck @anakinfallen @forthewolves @buckactuallys @athenagranted @eowon if anyone’s got anything to share!
#was supposed to go for a queer poetry thing this afternoon but i walked two hours home in the freezing cold at midnight yesterday#and my body wants to nap about it now#hmmm. lunch then decisions#wip#tag game#also i have just realised that baby chris home videos in the 2010s were almost certainly not grainy in quality#but for the sake of vibes im saying they are
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ive always wanted to talk a bit about how i feel about the connection between Yukari and Merry because i love the endless parallels and thematic connections (like everyone else on the planet 😁), but wondering if it was ever 'worth' it since i may just be spouting a lot of what is already considered 'common knowledge' among hifuu aficionados. Not to mention i think my thoughts on it are somehow both really messy but also crystal clear. 😐 Well whatever! Its my own head anyway so i'll try not to worry and am gonna attempt to elaborate even if just a little on this post, which may not be entirely coherent due to sleepy, post-medicine fatigue.
i feel like over the years i may have started to become reflexively more 'against' yukari = merry fandom, although 'against' is probably too strong and its much more complicated than just "i dont subscribe to that theory" because thats not even entirely accurate!
it is of course a classic and really cool idea of the Merry one day becoming Yukari has been and continues to be thoroughly explored by many many fans for moving, tragic, bittersweet, or thought provoking work. I love Absolute One-Way Street, and also Dream and Reality among many other works like it 📖
but i also think its a little stiffling to think of that as the one and only story to tell about them? Now its possible that the sentiment im about to express isn't actually common and im actually just making up a person to respond to, but i think taking the teasing connections between Yukari and Merry and treating the idea of them being the same individual as the absolute obvious truth is a bit of a limiting perspective.
Of course everyone is entitled to their own opinions and headcanons! but i want to make a case that when it comes to touhou and especially hifuu in particular, there's also a richer (and possibly deliberate on the author? who knows!) point to treat it more abstractly.
Maybe they are the same person. Maybe one day Merry becomes Yukari, or Yukari becomes Merry. Maybe they're different people. Maybe they come from the same lineage. Or maybe one is a clone of the other grown in a lab or made with a magic spell.
None of that is as important to me as the the roles they serve in their stories. touhou has always had themes about the gap and the bridge between fantasy and reality by taking place in a world where fantasy seeks refuge from reality, and hifuu goes much further in that theme by taking place in a reality that has completely left behind fantasy. That parallel is really cool to me and its embodied perfectly by both stories having a purple-clad blonde girl with the means to poking their toes into the boundary between fantasy and reality.
In the fantastical world of touhou, one serves as gensokyo's powerful (if frustrating, shady, annoying, disagreeable) protector with allies that she watches over (and sometimes manipulates) with her great power, all to preserve their little wonderworld. And I think its sooo compelling how zun introduced hifuu in the music cds and designed a very similar-looking character, who lives in a stifled reality lacking in imagination, mostly spends her day chasing after even the smallest traces of dreams with a partner whose own small logical world expanded with infinite possiblities upon their meeting...
In the last few cds, Merry's powers may be growing stronger and i get why feeds the implication she's becoming something other than human. But my take on that has always been its more of a sign that she and Renko are already outliers in their world simply for daring to believe there is more to the world beyond facts and logic. I dont expect their story (assuming zun ever brings them back. we havent heard what theyre up to since 2016....) to ever end with both or either of them becoming a youkai or vanishing to gensokyo, because frankly that wouldn't serve any purpose for the themes hifuu has been about, which is embracing fantasy while living in a world that has abandoned it.
trying to remember what my point with this post is.... Oh right its that I think all these themes about the nature of gensokyo or the state of reality in hifuu are only made richer when you think about how they contrast with one another. And by extension, I think Yukari and Merry are both richer if you think of them as conceptual and thematic counterparts in two different stories on the opposite end of a similar spectrum, before thinking about what literal or objective connection they might have. Subjectivity definitely means more than objectivity in this case!
#touhou#hifuu#yakumo yukari#maereverie hearn#< - my personal take on merry's name btw n_n#keep thinking i could use a tag for when i just ramble about touhou but at the same time its freeing to just let it out and about#like yeah my rambling can just occupy the same tag as all the fun pictures on my blog. thats fine!
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emotional support tit
bold!kazuha x afab!reader
warnings: tit groping & sucking, kissing, degradation, reader and kazuha shower together, panty stealing
(i dont know how to do warnings so tell me if i missed anything pls)
it was a tiring day of traveling for you and kazuha. so tiring in fact that once you arrived in sumeru you checked into the nearest inn, got a room and flopped into bed. kazuha falls into bed after you, immediately spooning you, with his hand slowly snaking up your shirt.
"love, we should really take a shower before sleeping," kazuha reasoned, "well dirty the sheets."
kazuha nuzzled his head into you neck as his hand ventured further up your shirt, unclipping your bra and groping your boob. his gesture elicits a soft moan from you. you respond to his words trying your best to ignore his gestures,
"kaz, you dont seem as though youd like to get up either. youre just as sleepy as me."
kazuha squeezed your boob in response. you give in and acknowledge kazuhas actions, trying your best to make sure your voice doesnt waver,
"kaz, do you need to be doing... that right now?" you questioned, slightly curious of his response.
"yes i do, darling. its for my own emotional support, why?"
you chuckled at kazuhas response and he laughed with you before making a more suggestive comment, "would you rather me suck it instead?"
"and if i do?"
"id gladly fulfill your request, love."
kazuha sits up against the beds headboard. he lifts you up and put you in his lap, making you straddle him. he tilts his head slightly down and wraps his lips around your nipple, suckling gently at first. his other hand kneads your other tit.
"fu..fuck kazuha i didnt think youd actually-," you start a sentence but you voice breaks out into moans and whines before you can finish it.
"what? thought i wouldnt follow through?" kazuha mocks, harshly sucking now, "thought i was all talk baby? guess you were wrong, hm? aw poor baby, you cant speak coherently enough to respond :(." kazuhas condescending mocks continue, as you feel a knot in your stomach.
"kazu! kazu! think 'm gonna cum!"
you barely whine out, trying to rub your pussy against kazuhas thigh to push you over the edge.
"gonna cum when i didnt even touch your pathetic little pussy? hm okay, do it now then. cum for me." that was all you needed to cum in your panties. kazuha continued to laugh at you, only making you cum harder.
once you got over your high kazuha kissed your cheek, "lets get a shower in now, yeah?"
kazuha carried you to the shower and stripped you of your clothes, you did the same for him. once you both were in the shower you washed each other and when you were done kazuha insisted he could take the dirty clothes to the laundry.
little did you know he only did this so he could snag your cum soaked panties for safe keeping <3.
bro i accidentally posted this on the wrong account and had to rewrite the whole thing 😐😭 brightside is i think im over my writers block!
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im sleepy and the tiniest bit emotional right now so i’m gonna try to put this as eloquently as i can
while working on chapter 13, i realised something. i just hit the 50k word mark on animalic
i’m not one to usually recognise my achievements as what they are. i think that’s a fault in being human – how harsh we are on ourselves compared to the grace we extend to the external world
neither am i a long fic type of girl. the ones i’ve tried in the past have always ended up abandoned after the two week mark of establishing them. i just lose interest. i couldn’t string together coherent ideas over multiple chapters, thousands of words, despite desperately wanting to. i found the task of repeatedly sitting on the same doc and building off old work daunting – and it is.
but the love animalic has received has forced me to put it all in perspective, and i just have to say, i am so proud of myself. every week without fail, since the 2nd of june when ATSV initially came out, i have returned to it. that’s not to say I haven’t had slumps or doubts. if anything, there’ve been tons of times where i hated everything that came out of my head. though i forced myself to push through, to ignore the negative thoughts and trust in the vision i have planned. and for someone diagnosed with depression, that can be really really hard on my best days, and i am so proud of myself because even in just a small way, i overcame that. i did that. and it’s all so worth it when i get to see your reactions to the work i put out
i love y’all and this little community we’ve built. thank u for sticking around <3
#tearing up a lil ngl#i can't wait for y'all to see what i have planned#animalic#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#fanfiction#fanfic#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara fanfic#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x y/n#x reader#reader insert#x f!reader#x you#x y/n#miguel ohara#spiderman 2099#spider-man 2099#oscar isaac#༄milestones
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Desperation
Steven Grant x reader (mention of Jake and Marc)
Summary: After a week of you teasing him, Steven becomes pent up and needy in the middle of the night
Warnings: smut! (18+)
A/N: this is my first fic im posting on here, so my apologies if it’s not that great. I hope you all enjoy it though!
It wasn’t often that Steven got a good nights sleep from what you knew, but he usually would stay relatively quiet as to make sure not to disturb your slumber. Though tonight seemed to be different.
As he stared up at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts ponder to you and how he began to come more and more desperate for the touch of your hands, roaming around his body, knowing each and everyone of his sweet spots that make him melt like putty. In Stevens defense, you had been teasing him throughout the whole week, sometimes bending over just a tad too far in a skirt that was a bit too short or when you would place your hand onto his thigh, rubbing it up and down slowly, getting just mere inches away from his crotch to only pull away at the last second. You knew exactly how to drive him insane and he enjoyed every second of it.
Steven moved his attention to you, curled up on side of the bed facing away from him, peacefully sleeping. He would even go as far as comparing you to an angel. He bit his lip, pondering as to what his next move should be. Would he be able to keep to himself for the rest of the night or give into his own desires?
Just go for it, dios mío
I’m with Jake with this one buddy, I mean just look how pretty she looks
Steven frowned, ignoring the comments from the others in his head. He took another moment to collect his own thoughts, debating on whether he should or shouldn’t disturb you.
Taking a sharp breath, he decided to go with the former, quietly moving himself to your body, to the point where your back was pressed up against him. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, placing a multitude of soft kisses onto it. In a matter of minutes he was fully erect, his boner confined in his boxers, and he began had to hold himself back from humping himself on you.
Slowly you began to stir awake, but still not very much coherent as to what was going on around you. From what you could tell, Steven was just trying to wrap his arms around you to bring you closer to him, which seemed innocent enough. It wasn’t until you snuggled yourself back into him, your ass pressing up against his crotch, did you realize that what Steven wanted was far from innocent.
Steven let out a low groan from the contact your ass and his crotch was making, which made you open your eyes.
“Steven? …What do you think your doing?” You said in a low voice, still very sleepy.
“Well, uh, (Y/N) I just-“ Steven stammered, unsure of how to explain himself. You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself away from him so you could turn over and face him. The soft moonlight from the window shined down onto him, making him slightly visible in the otherwise pitch black room. Steven let out a small whimper from the loss of contact, and his big brown eyes looking into yours, practically screaming ‘fuck me’.
“Oh poor puppy, my teasing got to you didn’t it?” You muttered, showing a sign a sympathy for him. Steven gave a slight nod, your tone giving him hope that you would show mercy on him and help him achieve the release he so desperately needed. “Well since your so desperate, why don’t you grind into my ass baby. Make yourself cum,” you once again proved to move back into your original position, so your ass was towards his crotch, “Show me how much you need me.”
Steven gulped. He wanted to object, but also feared that you would simply go back to bed if he did, and then just leave him to figure out his problem completely on his own. Therefore, he quickly obeyed your order and moved his crotch up against your ass once more, beginning to grind up against it. Soft moans escaped his lips because of how blissful it felt to finally gain some friction down there.
“That’s it baby, keep going. Such a good boy.” Your words of encouragement only excited him more, his movement become more faster and more erratic. He could feel his climax slowly began to build up. His moans were like melodies to your ears and you could tell he was starting to get close.
“You feel…f-feel so good…please let me cum, please..” Steven begged, letting his hand roam up your body and onto your boob, grabbing onto it lightly.
“You wanna cum for me puppy? Yeah? Cum for me.” You growled as moved your arm up to reach behind you, grabbing onto Steven’s hair while turning your neck to look over at him. You then pulled him his head down towards yours and passionately kissed him, capturing all of his moans into your mouth.
Finally, Steven was able to reach his high, parting away from your kiss and letting out a practically pornographic moan as he came in his boxers. Letting go of his hair, you continued to mumbled words of praise as he slowly came down again, placing his head into the crook of your neck.
“You did so good for me baby,” You cooed, “How about we get you cleaned up and then get some rest, and if the morning I’ll wake you up with a treat.”
“Mmmm…what’s the treat?” Steven slurred, becoming much more sleepy after being able to fulfill his desires.
“Well I suppose you’ll just have to wait and find out, won’t you?”
#moonknight x reader#Steven grant x reader#jake lockley x reader#marvel#marvel x reader#Steven grant one shot#Jake lockley one shot#Marc Spector one shot#marvel one shot#marvel fan fiction#moonknight one shot#moonknight fan fiction#Steven grant x you#steven grant x y/n
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