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andrewknightley · 6 months

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When the thing you dislike as a viewer/reader is the thing you love to do as a creator

#i hate when a show the main charas i care about have less screentime cause new charas keep apearing non stop #like asoiaf the dude just keep adding new charas i dont careeeee #or one piece is just bunch or buch of new charas #even ofmd of galavant im like pls i wanna see the mains and side charas of season more than this random that has too much screentime #for only 1 episode to not appear or be mentioned again #and yet. i do love to create endless ocs #in any story #my curse #whats the thing u dislike to expetience but love to do y'all tell me in the tags or replies or in a visiob #talks and stuff

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muppenthings · 11 months

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Thousands of feet below the surface, a benthic rover discovers something quite large. Everyone is in for a startle.

And that's how they drew him back to the surface. xD

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jdragsky · 1 year

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bad games are so much more dangerous than good games, because a good game will make me go "wow! good game" but a bad game will make me go "i must fix this" and then Depart For My Laboratory

#tabletop rpgs #i played warhammer this evening #lost both games #but learned a lot about how bad the game is #and. how i would fix it #my burden #my curse

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mrssimply · 4 months

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ROADRAGE

V stopped the Porsche, tires screeching into an abrupt halt, dust flying everywhere around the car. He got out of the driver's seat like he'd the devil on his ass.

And maybe that was more accurate than imagined. Johnny let out a mean laugh when V slammed the door and kneeled on his seat to crawl over the shift. His handsome face was twisted into a snarl, aviators firmly placed on his nose as he lowered the window completely.

V was shaking as he paced in front of the car. If he’d longer hair, he would be tearing it right now. As it was, he gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the anger. It was rare nowaday that Johnny could work him like that, but the rocker had been in a foul mood the whole night, and talked shit without a break.

They’d been driving a while before V threw them on the side of this deserted road in the middle of the Badlands. A twenty minutes trip under Johnny’s constant belittling and nagging, and whining, and anti-corpo propaganda, and general criticism of V’s life choices.

Until he lost control.

“Aww, what’s the matter, babe?” Johnny sneered with a mean smile, “Did I get you all jealous?”

V closed his eyes and tried to find the patience and serenity needed to deal with Johnny when he got like that, but found none. He kept seeing the man slouched enticingly right next to that Animal psycho. She could’ve snapped his spine in three with her pinky but Johnny kept taunting her and making lewder and lewder suggestions. Worse was, she hadn’t been immune, her interest shifting from the business V had wanted her to conduct to the resurrected legend by his side.

Legs wide open, stretching his dark jeans until he might have torn them apart, Johnny had sagged in his seat, making his shirt ride up and flashing her with a hint of his flat stomach. V’s Kiroshis had zoomed despite his best intentions to her nostrils flaring, and her pupils dilating visibly.

Johnny had smirked, his victory visible to V from the corner of his eyes, making it clear this was entirely intentional.

That was when the merc snapped.

He opened his eyes and turned to Johnny. Like a cobra rising out of its basket, the man was now bent through the window, looking at him with anger.

“Is that why you headtailed out of that gig? Are you that gonk? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make them heel for good and you botched it, why? ‘cause you can’t handle some cow making eyes at me?!”

“She wasn’t just making eyes at you,” V growled, stepping closer, pulled into the maelstrom surrounding Johnny like this was his first rodeo with the man.

The rocker laughed, out loud and cutting like a knife.

“So what?! It’s not like I couldn’t have taken her.”

“I don’t think that’s what she was thinking about,” the merc hissed through his teeth, nearly nose to nose with his friend.

Johnny’s face fell into a sneer, eyes like cold diamonds behind his glasses.

“Oh yeah? What was she thinking about huh?” he challenged, “Same thing you’re thinking about half the time, right? I don’t see where the problem is, V, if she was bold enough to try, maybe I should let her have a go.”

Jerking back and turning on his heels, V put some distance between them. He wasn’t gonna lose his cool, because that was exactly what Johnny had been looking for since he woke up yesterday.

“Let’s fucking go back, V,” Johnny growled, “right the fuck now.”

V only glared at him from over his shoulder, arms crossed.

“Get me back here so I can let her do what you’re obviously not capable off,” the man went on, pointing to the general direction of the city.

Amazingly, after his rebirth, Johnny had let V continue driving the Porsche. A clear proof of love if you believed Kerry and Rogue. V felt like this was a cursed gift because while Johnny insisted V drive him around, the man was on his ass the moment he took a too sharp turn, yapping on about his precious girl. The point was that Johnny liked to use V as his personal taxi, but the merc wasn’t in the mood right now.

“Drive yourself,” V replied, giving him the finger.

They looked at each other in stubborn silence, before Johnny smirked again.

“Fine,” he concluded, becoming liquid as he folded himself back into the car.

V blinked, experiencing a moment of doubt. Johnny wasn’t really gonna get back to that mammoth, right? He wasn’t gonna let her do what he’d hinted at, right?

But the rocker was also known for his stupid pride, and apparently this was now a matter of making V lose, whatever the cost.

As Johnny turned the key into the ignition, V stepped closer again, arms coming loose at his sides.

“You’re not really going back,” he declared.

Leaning into his seat and resting his metal arm on the windowsill, Johnny looked at V from over his glasses.

“What if I am? I mean, did you see her fingers? Bet it’s gonna feel amazing around my throat.”

In a last bid for wisdom, V tried to close his eyes again, like that had ever worked for anyone.

“Johnny…”

“V..” the man drawled the same way.

“You’re not going back to her.”

“Or yeah? You gonna do something to stop me?”

That was the question. V knew what Johnny was aiming at, he could understand the need crawling under his skin, but he generally turned to Kerry for that.

“Are you gonna stop me?” Johnny breathed again, mouth right by V’s ear. “Shut me up like you’ve been dreaming the whole way here?”

His voice brought shiver to V’s flesh, an excited frisson running down his spine.

“Or are you gonna choke up and chicken out? ‘Cause I bet she won’t. I bet she could hold me down and destroy me with just one hand.”

Before he realized, V had Johnny’s chin in a tight grip, fingers whitening around the rocker’s red mouth.

“Fine,” he snarled, “I’ll give it to you, bitch.”

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#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #male v #virtual photography #Johnny x V #silverV #to quote a friend #Johnny's calling is to be a bottom #nsft #it was supposed to be just a few lines #my curse

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dr4wingfranciss · 3 days

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when i want to moot someone so bad but i'm socially akward so i can't make the first move

#frann rants abt stuff #my curse #i want more moots but at what cost?

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kivaember · 4 months

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Title: memoria praeteritorum bonorum (the memory of good things gone by) Rating: M Pairing: Handler Walter/G1 Michigan Tags/CW: During Canon, Implied/Referenced Sex, Alcohol, Drunken Shenanigans, Complicated Relationships, Exes, Reunions, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Drunk Sex, Reunion Sex, Established Relationship Summary: “...you know, Walter,” Michigan said abruptly, “you haven’t really changed much.” “Oh?” “Yeah.” Michigan’s mouth quirked into a smile that was almost fond. “Still a softie underneath that cold bastard act you’ve got going on.” or; After the Coral surge at the Watchpoint, Walter finally agrees to a face-to-face meeting with Michigan. telling himself that it's just a business meeting. So, of course, they both get drunk and fuck.

(FOR SOME REASON THE LINK POST ISN'T WORKING ON TUMBLR :\ SO TITLE HAS THE HYPERLINK.....)

#armored core #armored core 6 #g1 michigan #handler walter #walter/michigan #fanfic #part one of two #the first chapter is just like 8000k words of set-up #before the actual smut #i can never do a pure porn-without-plot #my curse

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zapsoda · 7 days

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cant wait to be done with school and have my birthday and move out but also i had a panic attack while filling out housing becauze i thought about the future for a little too long

#my curse #i am going back to therapy as soon as i get back up north lol

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carcrashgf · 16 days

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i am unfortunately allergic to anything long-term

#my curse

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nikatyler · 22 days

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I wanna draw so much but I'd rather die than not be perfect at it immediately 😭

#my curse #nika rambles

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