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nvmadic · 9 months

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Hello Charlie my friend <3

My goodness i read your imagine of schlatt with the 'asshole to everyone but you' prompt and my brain is brring

Imagine schlatt is the gump type to not share his food with anyone, effectively flicking anyones hand if it goes towards his bag of fries. But when its you, he lets you have as much of his food as youd like, even going to hold a fry to your mouth without you having to ask for it.

"You wan' a bite?" He'd ask, letting you have a taste of his food first.

Sometimes he'd give you shit for stealing his food, even though you said your werent hungry and you didnt order anything for yourself. But again, he'd let you have as much of his food as you'd like. Maybe he ordered extra in advance bc he knew youd

If its anyone besides you??? He's glaring at them, fork in hand itching to just poke their hand away.

-Winter [from primary blog @espresso-lessdepresso ]

winter. yes. this is so accurate.

this man does not like sharing his food. want to taste? “too fuckin’ bad you should have ordered it yourself.” he’d remark rather coldly, joking, yet meaning what he said.

you, however, he’d start eating his food and realise how good it tastes so he would need to share it with you. “taste this, holy shit, you’re gonna love this,” he’d insist rather monotonously yet the excited grin on his lips betrayed a much different emotion that his tone of voice did. at home, or even out with friends who would take it as an open invitation before schlatt would rudely swat their hand away, “i wasn’t talking to you, dumbass.”

“do you want anything, i’m going to get some food?” he’d ask casually, twirling his car keys on his finger before you simply shook your head which he shrugged and then left. returning with a bag which suddenly made your stomach rumble, watching as he lethargically strolled back in with a paper bag clutched in his hand.

he knew just by the way you were watching him that he had made a mistake by not getting you anything. huffing a sigh, he’d feign being full so he could give you a portion of his meal, knowing you’d feel guilty otherwise. he’d rib you about it later, his voice soft and lighthearted. “i’m going to starve now, i can’t believe you ate all my fuckin’ food.” watching your face contort as you tried to defend yourself he’d just laugh.

at least he knew next time, when you politely declined his offer. coming back with a takeout bag and watching your eyes linger on the food too long, stomach rumbling at the sight. strolling over to you and placing your go-to order in front of you without saying a word, just a knowing grin playing at the corners of his lips.

if that were anyone else, one of his friends? “tough shit, i gave you your opportunity, if you’re hungry go and make yourself something to eat or go and get it your-fuckin’-self.” coldly remarking, throwing fingerfuls of fries into his mouth without any remorse.

#asks #winter #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt hcs #schlatt hcs #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt headcanons #schlatt

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stxramr · 10 months

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Nsfw of Fatui PyroSlinger from Genshin Impact below this cut and the second,MDI!!

Summary: You were just a mere traveler,a simple (and quite weak,and stupid one) You don't know what came into your mind that made you venture out of your campsite in the middle of the night,giving you the audacity to even try and steal from a seemingly empty Fatui camp.But you oh so regret that choice

Genre:Smut

Fandom:Genshin Impact

Character: Fatui Pyro Slinger

TW: This piece of fiction contains smut,blow job,implied forced sexual actions,throat Fucking,cum play,cum swallowing,cumming in readers mouth,GN reader,pyroslinger is a perv and an asshole

Was it the peculiar mushrooms you found on the side of the road earlier?

The ones you decided to chop up and cook into a stew due to being on the verge of starving?

Or maybe it's the lack of food in general?

Or perhaps the intense sheer cold of the mountains of Snezhnaya?

You don't know.

Hell,you don't even know why your body started to move on its own.Bring you up and out your lonely camp,hidden in a faraway cave.

Your mind was blank as you walked further and further from your hide out.Eventually until you saw a faint light nearby,emitting from a torch.The torch was sticked into the ground right beside a set of three blue tents.Tents that had that familiar symbol any traveler would immediately notice.

Despite the obvious warning signs,you shook your head.Thinking;'no ones guarding the place anyways' to yourself as you came closer and closer.

Peaking around the corner,looking into the tents.You were quite right.No one was there.Just crates covered by white fabrics.A few vegetables laying around and some other materials.

You were starving,and on low resources.Far away from your beloved home,you started to regret becoming a traveler.It had it's pro's and con's.(mostly cons)

Tip toeing inside the nearest tent,you looked around multiple times before deciding to take a few carrots and potatoes.It was all you seriously wanted and needed.You didn't want any of their fancy equipment or whatnot.You werent some treasure hoarder,..just a passing traveler who was starving.

As you got enough to fill your bag,you bit on your bottom lip,hastily moving out the tent.Accidentally pushing an empty crate over.

The noise startled you,your eyes widened.Your stomach dropped when you heard the sound of someone stepping on a branch in the snow on the other side of the camp.

One of your hands covered your mouth,and you scrambled to hide behind the crates in the farther corner of the tent.

A bead of sweat rolled down your fore head,feeling the atmosphere get much hotter.The faint clacking sound of the heels of his boots against the wooden boards of the platform made you panic.The sound got louder and louder,getting closer and closer.

You could only shut your eyes,and when you did,he found you.Picking you up by the collar of your shirt.

"Now who do we have here..?"

His voice was hoarse and raspy,a light whisper.Even though his eyes glared at you,you could hear him grin through his tone of voice.

As he picked you up,your satchel slipped off your shoulder.Falling open on the ground below you with a harsh thump.The contents slipping out for him to see.

"oh? Seems like I've caught a thief"

He chuckled,before his mood quickly became sour in a split second.

"So,what kind of stunt do you plan on doing to escape your fate?"

You gulped,staring at him with wide fearful eyes.It was either fight or flight,and you weren't sure if you could do any of those two right now.

So you decided to do the most sane and safe thing to do;

Beg.

"w-wait- please no-,you don't understand I-"

"You what?I think I understand this very well,no?"

Before you could even say anything reasonable,he cut you off.You fell silent for a second,before opening your mouth again.

"I was just passing by...I thought..I thought this was abandoned...."

He raised his eyebrow at you, wondering if he should believe you or not.

"So,

You gulped

Please,I'll do anything,just don't hurt me.I- I really didn't mean to.."

Silence.

He hummed,seemingly contempt.He let go of you,letting you fall to the floor harshly.You raised your head to look up at him.

"Anything you say?"

You nodded hastily.

"Then get on your knees."

This could have gone in so many other ways.

Ways that didn't needed for you to be kneeling before a Fatui Skimirsher,your hands gripping at his waist.

Nails digging into his flesh,while his hand was holding onto a handful of hair.The other was ungloved,resting of your chin.Slightly tilting your head upwards to see that mocking smirk on his face.

How you wish you could just wipe that smirk off his pale face.

You wondered if he was getting cold from the cruel weather right outside the tent.It didn't matter much,you just hoped he'd die from hypothermia soon.

Another thing you wondered about was if his comrades would ever come back.And what would happen if they did.

You'd rather not know,really.

The sound of him groaning disrupted your train of thoughts,followed a stinging feeling to your scalp as he violently pulled at your hair.

It made you squeal,gagging on his cock as his free hand held you still by your shoulder.He huffed,glaring down at you with cloudy eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak,but after a second of no words coming out,he closed his lips and just pushed your head further into his groin.

You could feel tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.Your nails dug deeper into him,surely leaving marks.

You slowed your pace,having second thoughts of continuing to blow him.After a while,he groaned in frustration.Pushing your head back down on him when your lips reached his tip.

He grit his teeth,starting to thrust into your mouth at a cruel pace.Fucking your throat with no hesitation.

Your sweet moans and cries were nothing but murmurs and mumbles.Your eyes rolled back as he halted,pushing himself down into your throat.As deep as he could to finish in your mouth.

His hot seed flooded your mouth and throat,he moaned softly whilst he filled your mouth.

When you pulled away,some of the sticky white liquid spilled out your lips.His hand quickly went to close your mouth and wipe away whatever was left outside your mouth.Pushing it back in with his thumb.

You could taste it in your mouth,accidentally swallowing some.He stared at you at your tongue played around with his cum in your mouth.You stopped to stare back at him when he sighed.

"Are you going to swallow or do I have to force you to?"

As soon as he spoke those words,you swallowed every drop of his cum in your mouth without thinking twice.

He grinned at you,

"You know...my comrades won't be back until tomorrow morning."

Your heart dropped

"And seeing how much you tried to get away with...you owe me a lot.."

He licked his lips.

"I'm sure you would mind another round or two,right?"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #smut #fatui smut #fatui #pyroslinger smut

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Hello, first I would like to greatly apologize for any spam of likes I have sent your way because my brain decided to obsess randomly with Dp x Dc crossovers for the past few days. I'm not even into Dc comics, and I only watch Danny Phantom when I randomly it exists and the fandom pulls me back into its clutches until I'm able to finally escape only to be pulled back in a few months later. I write this to you at 1:30 am with a bag of shittily made popcorn with my cat accompanying me because my mind has decided to fall in love with Danny being taken care of by the Bat family and it's mostly you're fault. I hope you're happy. I want to kiss you so bad you have no idea. I've come up with so many scenarios and have the balls to share them with you cause I really like the way you write and since I'm not a writer I have no idea what I'm doing but here I go:

Danny and Dani are basically travelling the world, Danny would call it running from the cops but that doesn't have as nice a ring to it. (Situation can be up to you, bad reaction from parents, was framed, anything for Danny and Dani on the run with Danny having protective older brother vibes)

They end up in Gotham for a few nights to rest easily and its snowing cause I said so and theyre starving at this point. Danny's like "We need to hide and need shelter" and Dani's like "Dude look over there at that creepy mansion :D" And they have no idea that its not only very much inhabited, but a bunch of rich people live there (And the Bat family but who cares about that part)

Danny is obviously on the fence cause 1. He doesn't have a good history with rich people so why their houses and 2. They dont know whats in there what if a bunch of weirdos are staying there but they decide they're cold and need a place to rest so they fly in and luckily land in the kitchen.

The lights are off and they're to focused on finding food to notice two figures standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching them.

Dani pulls out a box of the shittiest cereal you can think that shouldn't be counted as cereal all happy "Danny, they have my favorite cereal!" And poor Danny's horrified, "Have you even ever had cereal before?"

They start rambling and then someone turns on the light its Alfred he was in the middle of boiling midnight tea for him and Tim.

And there's just 2 GLOWING awkward teens FLOATING, one's holding Bruce's 'cereal' clearly not assesing the situation and the other has a horrified expression on their face, and looks like on the verge of passing out.

Tim is way to sleep deprived thinking they're hallucinations and sits down, also on the verge of passing out, while Alfred just keeps boiling his tea.

Danny is sweating trying to figure out how hes gonna get them out if this situation and Danis just, munching on dry crappy cereal.

Albert like the God he is just fucking opens the fridge, looks Dani in the eye and asks "Would you like some milk with that, my lady?" And thats all I got out of me FOR THAT SCENARIO.

The other is I fucking forgot I took 30 mins to write all this I forgot what else I had Im so sleep deprived OH FUCK I REMEMBER IT WAS ABOUT DRUGS

Ok so tw for drugs (weed):

Ok so Danny's a teen he's stupid right, knowing him in the show he'd be the kid to decline drugs but then take a hit when his crush says "i KnEw YoU wEreNt coOl" yknow? Delicious social pressure.

Well he's like pretty much adopted by the Wayne's at this point so he's just chilling on the couch about to light a joint and Jason being the noble man he is snatches it out of Danny's hand like "Nono, bad small child dont do drugs" half joking and smokes it instead.

Danny's now panicking, silently following Jason to make sure he's alright and not dead or reacting badly to it.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be fine?" And the high kicks in.

The thing is is that it was ghost weed. And Jason for once feels completely calm, he doesn't feel a single bit of the pit its silent.

He's crying and Danny's like "Omg are you ok???" Thinking he poisoned his family/lover/whatever the fuck they are.

And Jason's just "This is some real good shit" silently sobbing, not even thinking about where Danny got it or why its doing this he's just happy.

And you can turn this into extreme angst by making him codependent or a comedy by him making high jokes

Ok thats it again I'm so sorry I just really had to tell someone this

Homie you, me, behind the Bat Burger; We shall marry at dawn. Man, it makes me so happy that you enjoy the stuff I write that much I’m really proud that I could bring you that much joy! Be sure to give your kitty some pets for me :).

Oh also, “not a writer”?! You spin a web of lies. This is incredible!! Sure it’s rambly, but that’s because you’re writing in a way that’s unsure of yourself. (It’s also very much so how I write so I feel you homie.) I still feel like my writing is equivalent to a middle schooler's but I do my best to shake that off. I don’t write fics because I’m bad at dialogue, I’m workin on it though! You simply just have to try and believe in yourself. You’ll reread it later and go, “Damn, did I just write that?!” And feel proud of what you accomplished. You absolutely have unique and brilliant ideas so take a shot at writing some stuff! I’m sure you’ll do great! :D

Also bro your: "what was I talking about? oH YEAH DRUGS!" was so unexpected. it made me laugh so hard so thank you for that :)

———

Danny and Dani are fucking floored that this stoic-ass old British man just rolled with seeing the two. Dani's eyes light up as she accepts the milk from the British guy. Snatching the fancy glass milk container, she haphazardly pours the milk into her bowl causing bits of cereal to ricochet the milk out of the bowl and flying absolutely everywhere.

Tim just stands still and stares at the two very much so Not Human entities that are currently in his house. The tired vigilante rummages around in his pocket for his phone and takes a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

Tim double takes glancing between the kitchen and his phone. At first he assumed they were hallucinations because no figures were present in the photograph… the floating bowl of cereal and spoon says otherwise.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #bones replies #anon #genuinely dude your writing is fascinating! sorry it took me so long to get to your ask because this is INCREDIBLE

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xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx · 3 months

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A strange phenomenon behind the scenes of 4*TOWNS introductions.

hey, so before we get into the story which was kindly requested by @chillwildwave I just want to say some words to them. I am so sorry that this took a month, I’ve been so stressed with school starting and my original draft went missing, but I’ve tried my best with this and I hope you like it! I’m so sorry if you think it’s awful or cringe, and do not like it, I tried my best!!

well, here we go 😸

It was another ‘blissful’ day for 4*TOWN. Every day was the same. They wake up, get dressed, eat, perform, have interviews or whatever was planned on their schedule for the day. Well, this day was no different. The 5 members of 4*TOWN were sat in their seats, waiting to do a fan QNA. It was all the usual. Having their makeup done, producers getting things ready, everything. It was hardly exciting for them anymore, but it was nice to interact with their fans.

After all the finishing touches, the interviews started, Robaire (the main singer, leader and most popular member) came first. He said his name, where he was from, all the usual. He may have done this thousands of times, but his charm was always irresistible. As he finished his lines, the producers tried to rewatch the footage to make sure there weren’t any errors. However, there was nothing to replay. But that wasn’t all. The lights blacked out. Then the true chaos went down.

“Why’s it dark?” Aaron T said, looking around to see nothing but pitch black. “The lights went out stupid.” Jesse replied. He was the eldest member, so he naturally was firm with his younger members. “Right everyone, we are having some technical issues, and we will need a few hours to fix them. So… do what you want I guess.” The director said on her megaphone, while the boys grunted and groaned. “So we have to sit here for hours with nothing to do, IN THE DARK?!” Taeyoung, the youngest of the group whimpered. “Dude, it’ll be fine. They’ll fix it in no time!” Robaire said, trying to remain cheerful. Aaron Z was being his usual quiet self, and just scoffed. “I’m gonna miss lunch because of this!” Aaron T yelled, slamming his hands on the armrest of his chair. “Bro, you had 2 LARGE bowls of cereal, and you had McDonalds breakfast on the way here, you’ll be fine!” Aaron Z said. However, Aaron T loved his food as much as he loved being in the group. “Ugh, whatever. I need compensation for this.” He replied, obviously joking.

Meanwhile, taeyoung was thinking about his doves at home. “Hey, what about my doves?! Will they be okay with out me? They aren’t meant to be left that long! What if they get out? What if they starve!” Taeyoung cried, his voice going hoarse and higher pitched than usual, which always happened when he was upset or scared. “Well you locked all the windows, you checked like 5 times, they’ll be fine.” Jesse said. The other boys (other than Robaire) couldn’t comprehend how calm both of them were. They had things to worry about! Jesse with his kids, he was supposed to be seeing them right after this shooting ended, and Robaire was going to spend time with his mom, how were they not worrying? “Dude, you and Ro both have things to do after this, how are you not worrying?” Aaron Z said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Well, they’ll understand.” Robaire answered, while Jesse nodded. “It can’t be helped.” Jesse said, sighing.

The next minutes felt like hours. The internet on their phones weren’t working, nothing was. The lights, heaters, nothing. Everything was quiet apart from shuffling and directors and producers speaking, until the sound of a chair hitting the floor interrupted the peaceful sounds. “OW!” Aaron T whimpered, being his usual dramatic self. “Dude how-“ Aaron Z said, looking at his best friend, despite it being pitch black. “You were swinging in your chair again werent you?” Jesse said, rubbing his forehead like an old dad with loads of little kids (I mean, I’m not wrong). “I was bored!” Aaron T yelled in defence, as 2 producers helped him get the chair back up. Luckily he wasn’t injured.

Minutes later, the lights came back on, and everything was working, which was fortunate to the boys. Now they could film, and go do their things. Aaron T could go spend time with his siblings, Jesse could go see his kids, Robaire could go see his mom, Aaron Z could go and play basketball with his friends, and Taehyung could look after his doves.

#4*town #jesse 4town #request #robaire 4town #aaron z 4town #aaron t 4town #4town taeyoung #sorry for this being late #i hope you like it #👍#onehsot #4town

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andromedasummer · 1 month

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The last time I ate an orange my year 1 teacher forced me to and I vomitted on her shoes immediately from the texture and taste. The next week they tried to coax me into trying it again by telling me "there are starving kids in Africa" and my autistic ass very earnestly went "then give this to them?" and got sent to The Corner. Even just the smell of an unpeeled orange makes me gag I cannot emphasize enough how much I hate oranges. See you in hell you stupid fruit.

THATS HOW I REACTED WHEN PEOPLE TOLD ME THAT AS WELL. I ASKED WHY WE WERENT GIVING THE FOOD TO THE STARVING KIDS.

#i had the same experience with bananas and do not blame you at all #i eventually grew to like them but it took well over a decade and CERTAINLY isnt the norm i would rather bite my hand till i drew blood #than be forced to be near a risotto my skin crawls even imagining the texture

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emperornero · 2 months

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animal death /

yeah he didnt wake up. doesnt smell yet but im 99% sure he died overnight. unless he died earlier yesterday. i know i did everything possible to get him out of that on and off hibernation state but i will still keep blaiming myself . what if there was something else i couldve done.

forums for snail owners werent much help. it was always just "if the snail randomly retracted into shell and wont come out you check if theres something wrong in the terrarium and if not you just pray it will come out soon so it doesnt starve to death" but thats what happened. over the 3 weeks frank was in this state he came out to eat only a couple of times. these snails eat daily.

and i still dont have an explanation for why this happened. there was a thread where someone had 3 snails and one of them started acting like frank did and eventually died. but the other ones were healthy despite living in the very same terrarium and getting the same food. one of them just did that. im now wondering if this is something genetic but thats probably not the case. it just happens.

i took this photo the day before he died. he didnt fully come out but was peeking out of the shell to look at me. at least i got to see his head before he died.

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nichoskittycorner · 7 months

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Ok I got another one then:

Your stereotypical demon/spirit/whatever... but it just... instead of being violent because it wants you gone and to just hurt you...it does the polar opposite... refusing to let you leave let alone take even the slightest damage... getting violent only when you try and leave...or when... someone/something tries to take/... honestly just inconvenience you in any way...

Yes I know what a yandere is.

You have amazing ideas omg:

I can definitely see this as something like a ghost/spirit would do. Like you move into a pretty cheap property because theres rumors that a ghost that lives there keeps harassing everyone that sets foot onto the property. As a result its fallen into a bit of a state of disrepair.

You decide to brave the ghost and move in (also it was hella cheap). Getting to cleaning up and redecorating before move in day. Of course the ghost wasnt happy to see you at first and is instantly trying to scare you off.

But once they notice your beauty, they kinda freeze up and just watch you curiously. Watching as you clean up and repair the home. Unknowingly fixing up their grave site, pleasing the ghost greatly. And so, they decide you're a good one to keep around.

After moving in, you still notice things move around but not in a malicious way. Like putting your lost keys in an obvious place or having your umbrella ready by the door on rainy days.

You know it's the ghost and appreciate their kindness, thanking them. Eventually you just start talking out loud knowing they're around. You can always tell they're close when a cold breeze tickles your skin.

The ghost starts to respond more openly and reveal themselves to you after several months, nearly making you scream but you quickly calm down. Greeting them like an old friend and making casual conversation.

You start to see them as a legitimate friend! But to them, you were more than a friend. You were their whole world. They just had to be beside you. Watching you, making sure you were safe and in view.

They watched you eat, sleep, do housework, and remorsefully watched every time you left the house. It broke them that they couldnt be by your side.

Clearly you were meant for them, you came here after all. Practically delivered by whatever deity or god you believe in. You were meant to stay here.

It started out small but you caught on quickly. Every time you tried to leave, theyd beg you to stay. Whining, dropping the temperature and even making sure your clothes got caught on the door as you left.

At some point, they just started to say no. "No you arent leaving." But they couldnt stop you and you'd leave anyway. But they couldnt have you do that- no the next time you tried, you realized the door wouldnt budge.

After several attempts you realized it was your friend and had to beg to be let out. But they refused to relent. You couldve tried another door but you're sure they locked them all at this point.

For the first time, you were scared of them. Scared you would be trapped here with a ghost who never let you out and youd starve to death or something. They hugged you close, chilling you more than you already were. A sad attempt at comfort.

Professing their love and how they were the only one you needed and they could protect and care for you here. No one else needed to see or touch you, they werent important.

You tried fighting back but it only angered them. The walls shook as bruises started to appear on your skin from the pressure of their hold. You wailed and begged to be freed but your cries fell on deaf ears.

Accepting defeat for now, you nodded. Staying home and withering away. You were afraid you would die like this.

Begging your 'friend' you asked if someone could at least bring you food since you ran out a few days ago. You needed food to live. Pulling on their heartstrings managed to work as you were allowed to invite a friend over to bring you something to eat.

You played it cool once they arrived. Opening the door to the concerned face of a friend who hadnt heard from you in days. And just as you grabbed the food, you ran into their arms and fled the home, dragging them along.

It broke your heart to hear the painful wails of your once friend pleading for you to come back. You couldve sworn you felt an ice pick dig into your heart but you couldnt turn back in case they trapped you again.

Your stuff was quickly moved out- breaking the lease didnt matter and even if you exorcised the home, youd still have nightmares about that door not opening. But even when you tried to move on, you could still hear their voice or panic when your clothes got caught on a doorknob.

#corner thoughts #monster x human #yandere #yandere x reader #monster lover

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queenburd · 10 months

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hmm i am also thinkin abt the curator line “they need each other” …. something something, can a narrator survive without his stanley? just like a human can’t survive without food/water.. quotes in the skip button ending:

“One single thing I need -…- is to know that someone else is taking it in.”

“When you press that button,… the emptiness folds itself outward in between the two of us, and I am suspended in its unyielding quietness. I can feel the edges of my reality curdling inward and decaying. I can tell that I am becoming less and less real.”

so in the same way.. i assume that all of those narrators banding together would provide some kind of support, but. they’re all so busy trying to be heard, they don’t actually listen to each other. it’s just a big game of giving water to the man starved of food. each others’ company is enough to sustain, but it won’t be for forever.

which is why they go after stan’s narrator; they’re not 100% certain what he’s been doing, but surely he’s hoarding all of these stanleys to himself, right? why would he not hold onto them? where is he hiding them?

but there are some narrators too, that read the room and say “what the hell. the only people here selfish enough to hoard stanleys are the ones suggesting this.” and they form their own coalition which isn’t an echo chamber. they all spent their parables making assumptions on themselves and on their stanleys. this was cruel, yes, and basically a death sentence, but they recognize the self-loathing faster than a counselor in the foster care system. and some of them are still in denial about how they treated their stanleys. but they all recognize that We Need To Hear This Guy Out.

and obviously there’s a lot of infighting from both groups. it’s a high-stress situation, who wouldn’t be stressed out by the end of their life suddenly being a thing that is real and also is approaching rapidly. and there are plenty that just give up and let themselves melt away out of guilt or hopelessness.

so the hate group finally gets this guy. and he gives 0 fucks about them. which is frustrating since they did their best to strip him of his power, but he’s been heard by so many stanleys and they haven’t, so they’re still substantially weaker than him.

the sensible group of narrators aren’t able to even get a look at him. and so they’re busy scheming, but less than the hate group. so when the stanleys come to save the narrator, they notice sooner and they make a break for it. “there’s a lot to discuss, but first we want to help save your narrator.” “there isn’t much time before the others notice.” “we’re trying to hide your presence as long as possible.” “do what you do best—tune them out when they want you to listen.” “yes and that punch was deserved. i deserved that.”

the stanleys are suspicious. who are these fuckers with feelings and what have you done to our original narrators lol???? but they’re willing to go with it. how else would they have escaped their parables without trusting an unexpected offer for help?

you said you didn’t have a lot of thoughts but luckily i did ❤️ i might write smth about this au or the original au. still deciding. but my drafts folder is still overflowing so i probably won’t start until there’s a little more stanley stuff fleshed out. ok it’s my bedtime

THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO SEE THIS. I HAVE LITTLE TO ADD TO THIS GEM other than I have genuinely begun to wonder if any of the narrators, having seen this fellow, who theyve been trying to BREAK, just refusing to be broken, begin to.... wonder.

because again, and again, he just keeps telling them "you didn't take care of him. he only had you and you only had him and YOU DIDNT TAKE CARE OF HIM." and he's relentless.

"I dont get to be with my Stanley either, but god, at least in the time I had him I appreciated him. Our story was supposed to be about him finding happiness, and you all forgot that."

I absolutely can see some of them, who werent the cruel ones but were more invested in their story and in their art, starting to wonder "....was he right? did I forget why this was so important? did I--"

YOU HAVE SOMETHING HERE.

#tsp #the sparrow parable #reset the actors on stage #Parable Actors

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engeorged · 2 years

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The Restaurant Part Three

Turning the corner into the refrectory, Josh looked around for Dave. It was unusually quiet for a lunch time, with only a few students eating lunch. Walking past the serving tables, the smell of the food, caused some severe hunger pangs in his middle. He hung over the food, breathing deeply. Some cheers and muffled voices from the annexe of the cafeteria broke his daydream. He walked through and saw a large crowd hanging round a table in the corner. Making his way over, he notised a few of the rugby team in amongst the crowd. They seemed to be cheering some guy on. It was probably some dumb ass freshers having some macho drinking competition over some girl, but he was intregued anyway. He stood next to Ben, and leaned above to see what was going on. To his partial surprise, he found Dave, face covered in tomato sauce, guzzling down a piece of pizza. Several boxes lay down by his side, and there was just one left on the table. His gut was stuck out in front of him like an over inflated beach ball and was resting on top of the table. It was quite a sight to see. Dave finished the last piece and drained what was left of a bottle of coke. He glanced up and saw Josh and smiled.

'Hi big man! Just got a little peckish! hope you dont mind!'

'Not at all, looks like you were enjoying yourself there! You ready to go and get some lunch? I'm starving!'

'Sure! Lets go into town! There is a chineese buffet place open that we could put out of business!' Dave added cheekily. He struggled out of his seat and tried to pull his shirt down over his tight ball and failed! 'Oh well! needed some new clothes anyway!'

As they were going down the hall on the way into town, Josh and Dave went past the sports hall and looked up. There was bunting and balloons and a huge poster heralding 'The Grand Pig-out Eating competition 2003!!' They stopped dead in their tracks and looked at each other. Daves eyes lit up like fairy lights!! .

'Lets do it man!! It says a fiver to enter and the prize is £100 quid and a meal for 2 at that restaurant we ate in the other night!!' Dave exclaimed. As if to punctuate the statement, a low rumble from Josh's taught abdomen broke the silence.

'Even your gut agrees with me man! We'll wipe the floor with them with these fuckers!' He added patting Josh's blimp. 'Plus I am still not full, I feel as if I could eat a horse'

'Fuck the that, I want a whole fucking stable of horses!! Lets go for it man!!' Josh turned and made his way into the hall. A large crowd was gathered on the bleachers and a long table was set up at the other end for the contestants. The couple made their way to the table marked 'Registration' and joined the queue. They reached the front of the queue and the girl at the desk, without looking up from her papers asked,

'Name?'

'Josh Matthews'

'Oh, hey Josh! How old are you?' she asked, head still looking down

'21'

'OK, you are contestant number 5 if you'd like to . . . woah!!! What is that?' It was only then that the girl looked up and started Josh's 70 inch round ball, his t-shirt covering only the top half, revealing a good foot and a half of flesh, with its dark brown hairy treasure trail disappearing into his over stretched tracksuit bottoms. 'Man alive! what happened to you? You werent this big last week in Physical Chemistry?!'

'What? Oh this?' He said coyly 'Oh this is just a few beer pounds, nothing a week in the gym wont shift!'

'Well I hope your right!! that is huge man! You sure you wanna enter the contest? Looks like you've already eaten?'

'Oh yeah! I've had a spot of lunch but I've always been a big eater!' He replied, handing over his five pound note.

'Your call man! Good job though mind!! We've done enough food for 20 contestants and only 4 and you 2 have signed up!' She took the money and gave him a sticker with the number 5 printed on it 'Go and sit on the stage and it'll start in about 5 minutes.'

Dave registered and they went to sit on the stage. The other contestants were already on the stage and ready to begin. Next to Josh was Will from the rugby team. He was one of the guys who had helped him when he got stuck to the water fountain. Will was also quite a big guy, at 6 foot 7 he stood head and shoulders above the others on the team and he was good looking too, dark hair and dark brown eyes with rugged stubble all over his face. But he wasnt just tall and pretty. He weighed in at about 320 lbs and most of that was in his impressive beer gut he had achieved during his 6 years in medical training. It jutted out quite a way under his white rugby shirt and strained at his 40 inch twisted jeans.

'Hey Josh, Dave!' He nodded as the 2 sat down!

'Hey Will! Hows it going?' Dave asked

'Not bad, looking forward to this man! I won the past 4 years running you know! Havent eaten a thing since yesterday you know! Looks like you've done the same!' He joked stroking the tight curve of Josh's belly.

'Well, we're not as prepared as you, but we'll kick your ass man!' Dave laughed

'Yeah! Whatever! Been hearing about you two!! Didn't realise you were joining in with this though! Glad of the competition!! The others didnt look up to much! Might have to get a bit serious now though!' He laughed as he undid his belt and slid it from its loops. 'Looks like I won't need this now! Anyway! I'm up for the challenge! May the best gut win!'

The other 3 contestants who were looking nervously across at Will's impressive belly, were now taking double takes at Josh and Dave. The compare made his way to the stage and took the microphone,

'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the the Pig Out eating contest 2003!' The crowd cheered wildly and held up their banners and started waving them around. 'Today's contestents are Ian!' Ian was the football captain and was 6 foot tall and about 190lbs.

'Contestant number 2! Brian!' Brian was much shorter but much fatter, he was a computer lecturer and weighed about 250lbs and sported a fat flabby gut.

'Contestant number 3! Brad!' Brad was the opposite of Wayne, he was tall blonde and toned. He was a typical pretty boy, with highlighted blonde hair and french connection clothes. There was no way he would pose any threat to anyone!

'Contestant number 4, Will. Number 5, Josh and number 6, Dave! There is our line up for 2003 Pig-out. You all know how this works, there are 3 knock out rounds and a final. This year, to try something new, the knock out rounds will be themed, they are all television and film moments!! Our first round will be . . . . the milk challenge from Jackass! Each contestant has to drink a gallon of milk in the shortest time possible! Can you bring out the milk jugs!'

6 girls came on in spangly tops each carrying a large gallon jug of milk, they placed it in front of each contestant and walked off stage.

'There is a bucket at the side for those who need it!!' Cheers went up from the crowd 'Contestants, ready, 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . GO!!'

Josh and Dave dove straight in to their milk and guzzled greedily, unlike the other contestants, who were struggling through, drinking one glass at a time, Josh and Dave knocked it straight back, Josh beating Dave by 2 seconds. Looking around Josh let out a humungous burp which echoed around the hall, at which cheers went up from the crowd. Dave let out a mighty belch and turned to look at Josh, neither had even broken a sweat. Looking at the others, They found that Will had nearly finished, as had Brad which was very surprising, even more surprising was the small bump under his usually tight abs. Ian was just draining the last few dregs and Brian had thrown nearly the whole gallon into his bucket and was lying sweatily on the floor.

'Well! I think we have our first contestant to be knocked out, bye bye Brian!' The crowd clapped as the girls returned to escort him off the stage. 'I think we have an all time record for that round as well with Josh Matthews finishing in 18 seconds flat!! Well done Josh!'

Josh smiled and looked very pleased with himself. He felt the gallon of cold milk sloshing around in his gut as the lining cramped with hunger pains. Brad was panting hard and rubbing his belly whilst Ian was leaning forward and belching to make room for the next round. Will and Dave both sat totally calm, if slightly larger, and smiled with pride.

'The next round is taken from the film Beethoven and each contestent has 5 mins in which to eat as many hotdogs as possible! Girls bring on the trolleys!' the girls came back on with a trolley each filled with large plates of hotdogs. 'On your marks, set, GO!!'

Yet again the 5 tore into the food, Stuffing the hotdogs into their mouths with gusto. Josh and Dave, totally lost in the feeding trance, were guzzling two at a time and were neck and neck. WIll was struggling but was managing to keep up with them. When they were on 15, Ian was still on his 6rd and was looking very green, the memory of the milk surfacing in his gut. Brad had given up after 5 and was busy throwing them back up along with his milk into the bucket. At 4 minutes, Ian had stopped on 7 but Will, Dave and Josh were still eating. 20, 21, 22, 25!! All three had guts which were swelling up. Will stopped a minute to undo a button and give the gut a rub, his hugely swollen belly expanded to fill the space. Josh and Dave still racing ahead, 30, 31, 32. The whistle blew for 5 mins. Ian and Will stopped and panted for breath, Will undoing another button to make room for his inflated balloon. Josh and Dave totaly oblivious, continued to eat, much to the girls surprise. They raced on both hitting 40 hotdogs.

'Gentlemen! we've finished! LEave some room guys!' The compare tried! 'Girls, take the trollies away!' As the trollies were wheelied away Josh grabbed a further 3 hot dogs and stuffed them into his face, whilst Dave looked up and grunted.

Silence rolled around the hall as the students looked on shocked. Someone at the back started clapping and soon the whole place was cheering again.

'Well, ladies and gentlemen!' The compare continued 'I think we are gonna have a good contest today. Ian managed 7, Brad managed 5 but then threw up, Will managed a whoping 35 whilst Dave managed 40 and our winner of this round is Josh who managed 43!! I think its time to say goodbye to Brad!'

Brad was wheeled off on a wheelchair, still hiccuping. Ian was lying on his back with his shirt off rubbing his fairly swollen gut. Will had also taken his top off but was busy recovering by massaging his bloated ball with baby oil. Josh was sat watching all this, not really caring that his gut had totally snapped the elastic in his tracksuit bottoms and was covering up half of his lap. Just waiting for the third round. Dave was the same, his elastic still holding but his Gut had totally escaped the holds of his shirt, and all of the buttons were gone, and his protesting belly had escaped and was sitting there, its fine coating of hair glistening with sweat. Without moving, he belched and farted at the same time, both thundering round the hall explosively, each recieving a cheer. This also had the effect of shrinking his gut slightly but added the advanatge that there was some more room to be filled.

'Round 3! We thought this was going to be a real challenge, but looking at the size of our contestants and seeing what they have already eaten, i'm not too sure anymore. The next round is from Cool Hand Luke, each contestant will be given 50 hard boiled eggs to eat and it was going to be the one who eats the most or the one who finishes all 50, but I think that we may need to change it. Erm,' He paused, thinking, 'Well bring on all the eggs, we've cooked a thousand eggs, thinking we'd have 20 contestants, but theres only 4 left so just see if you can manage the fifty! And GO!'

Without hesitating, they dove in. Ian managed to keep up until number 30 when he dropped outof the competition, literally! He fell off his chair. His gut was clearly as swollen as he could make it and he never quite got rid of the slight green colour after the hot dogs. To his credit though he wasnt sick, he just lay there with his tanned ball jutting into the air, his pecs still visible on the top of the mound. His trousers had been forced undone and were unzipped all the way to the bottom, revealing to everyone that he was not wearing underwear. Raucous laughter went up from the crowd as the notised his flacid cock hangning out! Too stuffed to care, he just lay there groaning clutching at his hugely inflated belly. The laughter soon died down when they notised his ample size and girth!

Will was managing to keep up with Josh and Dave and at 40 they were all neck and neck. 50 and niether showed signs of stopping, 60, 70 and 80 eggs dissapeared down each of their throats and their guts continued to swell. Will actually reached 100 eggs slightly ahead of the other two and was in the lead, this was mainly due to the fact that he was eating 3 at a time and josh and Dave could only manage 2! At 150 eggs, will started to slow and by 156 he had given up. Groaning he fell to the floor, clutching his immense belly. He undud the last 2 buttons on his fly and let his gut relax, it expanded again to fill the new space. Audible gurgling sounds were heard by the first few rows.

Meanwhile, Josh and Dave were on their 200th and 206th eggs respectively, now totally lost in their feeding frenzies they continues. When Josh reached his 300th Egg the whistle went and the rest of the eggs were removed from the stage.

Cheers erupted from around the hall and the compare came up to the stage! 'That ladies and gentlemen has got to be a record!! 300 eggs, 43 hot dogs and a gallon of milk!!! Josh's gut was defineatley larger than ever. It must have been at least 85 inches round, and Dave wasnt far off. His gut was swollen enormously and was a huge round ball.

'We will now take a break and will convene in half an hour for the finals where our mamoth competitors Josh, Dave and WIll will compete for the big grand prize!!!'

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 8 months

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ok since @watch-me-stand-watch-me-run was the one who asked this is mostly for you but like

gather round the campfire, children

cw/tw violence, abuse, child abuse, might add more after

this is gonna be really really long lol hold on to your butts, brochachos

ok so his given name was micheal sauveterre, his family wasnt nobility, but they werent poor either. he was born in 1883, and is sixteen when the strike starts.

no word of a lie, i cannot for the life of me decide if i want him in the livesies or 92sies-verse, so i kind of just go back and forth in my head lol

so he grew up in a pretty well off family, but his parents were severly abusive. they would beat him and his brother, telling them they deserved it for being ungrateful. his older brother spencer was the favorite child, always got the special privileges. they both did well in school, until micheal was 12. his brother went off to a fancy college in virginia, and he was left alone with his parents. his dad tried to make nice by teaching micheal self defense and giving him a switchblade with his initials on it. one night, micheal snapped, finally having enough with his parents abuse, and ran away. he lived on the streets for a year, joined a circus that was in town as a acrobat and knife thrower, but didn't go with the circus when they left.

shortly after the circus, micheal was left starving on the streets again, and had to steal food to survive. snyder caught him, but micheal slipped away. in the chase, snyder grabbed him and gave him the scar on his face, taking him to the refuge for a few months after.

a manhattan newsie (havent decided who, maybe skittery or blink) saw him on the streets and offered him a job. manhattan was too close to where micheals parents lived, so he asked if there was anywhere else he could get a job.

the newsie told him about all the distribution gates for all the papers, and all the different boroughs. the leader of queens at the time (i didnt know who it actually was in the show so hes an oc ig too) Crush, was an ass and treated his boys like dirt, so micheal made his way over to queens.

crush refused to let micheal sleep in the lodging house at first, so he just hung around, watching. after a week or two of being there, he and the newsie who acted as queens' medic, Jade, came up with a plan to overthrow crush. long story short, crush found out, tried to shoot micheal in an alley, hit his side, and micheal walked out with a brand new pistol, not to mention title.

he hated his old name, so he changed it to Ezekiel, Eel for short. crowning himself the King of Queens, and a new era of ruling came along.

sketch break lmao (i love this one sm)

ok so he became really close friends with manhattan newsies, despite being on the other side of the bridge from them. might have had a teeny tiny crush on spot, but once he saw race did too he immediately started trying to get sprace together lol

jack takes him to see medda, and she takes one look at him and goes "hmm, this boy needs a mother figure" and takes him under her wing. once she learns abt his time at the circus, she offers to let him be in some of her shows for some extra money.

he only wears the tutu outfit sometimes, mostly to make the guys laugh, but he likes the makeup and he really enjoys the stage, but would never leave queens fully, so medda's is mostly just for fun and when he needs to de-stress.

his second is named Shoe (another oc lmao) Shoe's real name is Harvey, but he only lets Eel call him that, and thats mostly only when hes in trouble lol

i dont have any sketches of shoe yet but i will i prommy<3

eel and shoe are dating<3 and the flushing lodging house's owner has basically adopted them. her name is Eden, shes italian, and she taught eel italian along with his french from his family, but they only speak it in private because people werent really accepting of 'foreign' things

anyway if i remember anything else ill put it later

yeah! thats eel/zeke, i love him dearly<3

#newsies #92sies #livesies #newsies oc #i have a few more sketches of him lol #ezekiel 'eel' 'zeke'#woof i need to update this lmfao

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