#copied and pasted straight from the notes app

[faeyuh]

honest to god favorite fnaf game?

ultimate custom night.

dont come after me yet let me explain,,

not necessarily for gameplay (that one goes to fnaf1 and fnaf6), but the purpose it plays in the lore.

time after time has it confirmed a multitude of theories people have been pumping out for 8 years. whether this be lore relating to cassidy's vengeful spirit, henry's robotics/the mediocre melodie's importance to the plot, henry and william's relationship pre-murders, possession of the toys, mangle's gender, any of the animatronics' genders really, the importance of chica, how william lured his victims/his strategy, and susie being the first of the 5 kids.

out of all of these, the most important is the significance of the player change. not is it just for the lore clues, but rather the plot in general. its been confirmed in-game that you're playing as william afton, post-murders and post-springlocks, as well as post-fnaf3/6. this is slowly touched up on by the death quotes of the animatronics, before leading up to the fact that it takes place in william's special own purgatory, relating back to henry's speech in fnaf6.

ever feel like you're being tortured, playing 50/20 mode 25 hours a day? that's how you're supposed to feel, since that's how william feels. except each death is more real, as he experiences it inside the screen. william is being tortured, being killed over and over again for his actions, being forced to relive the robots he made that started it all. being forced to relive all these different locations, that trigger him, cause him ptsd, or to melt down. these are being flashed over and over again with no particular end.

yes, it is his own purgatory. and this is also what henry meant by how "the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole". this was the pit of hell he was talking about. imagine being overwhelmed by all of your triggers that never end, and the feeling keeps stacking up and up, and right when you think it cant get any worse, it does, and the bar of pain skyrockets. where theres no limit to your torture, and it can just keep layering and layering upon itself. and imagine that you had deserved that level of psychological and physical torture, like how william afton had deserved it. the idea is HEAVY. which is why its one of my favorites.

but how do we know he's suffering to such extent? well, imagine what you experience playing in the game, in real life, turned up to the max. we know its PAINFUL because of the way he screams in the old man consequences secret in-game. he goes as far as to communicate in the teeniest source of gameplay to reach out to someone, ANYONE. he reaches out to the two people that are never going to help him. this shows how desperate he is, and yet still so arrogant. we also know this is his own purgatory because of henry's words to william in his speech, but also because of an easter egg you can get with old man consequences.

the concept of william, instead of being put to rest or being brought back to life to be tortured, having his own purgatory that he is to remain in forever is so cool, and the way fnaf should've ended. knowing he was in neverending pain, and all other souls have been put to rest. its my favorite concept in the eyes of lore, so yes, ucn is my favorite fnaf game.

ok rant over.🫡

[ochitsubaki]

Some OC stuff. I’ll update with more info later… 𐔌՞･·･՞𐦯

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立花優菜/Yuuna Tachibana

16 / 04/08/90 / 148 / 38

‘Una’ - Irish ‘lamb’

優 ‘excellence’ 菜 ‘greens’

Horse, Aries Sun Virgo Moon Pieces Rising

Youngest daughter of the Tachibana family.

Daughter of Tachibana Naoto and an unnamed Irishwoman [extramarital affair]

Born in Fes, Morocco

Preemie baby.

Attends an all girls school and does ballet as an extracurricular activity.

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立花恵蘭/Keiran Tachinana

28 / 12/14/77 / 182 / 64

‘Keiran’ - Irish ‘black haired one’/‘little dark one’

系 ‘lineage’ 欄 ‘section/column/page [in newspaper]’

Sheep, Sagittarius Sun Aquarius Moon Gemini Rising

Eldest son of the Tachibana family.

Son of Tachibana Naoto and Andou Chisame [divorced]

Born in Yokohama.

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立花尚斗/Naoto Tachibana

54 / 05/08/51 / 179 / 71

尚 ‘straight’ 斗 ‘square bearing block [at top of pillar]’

Rabbit, Gemini Sun Cancer Moon Capricorn Rising

Head of the Tachibana family and shipping mogul.

Deals in illicit trades/cargo - in BSD verse, associates with the Port Mafia among other groups

Former doctor

Has one brother, Tachibana Hiroshi

Born in Yamaguchi.

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久梨原椿/Tsubaki Kurihara

25 / 08/17/80 / 164 / 54

椿 ‘common camellia’

Monkey, Leo Sun Scorpio Moon Capricorn Rising

Lives in Oomiya.

University student. Does part-time work at a bookstore.

Keiran’s girlfriend from his university days.

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保田夢/まい/Yasuda Mai

20 / 02/15/86 / 154 / 45

夢 ‘dream’, read as ‘Mai’, not ‘Yume’

Tiger,

Maid of note at the Tachibana household.

One of the five staff members.

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立花宏/Hiroshi Tachibana

50 / ??/??/55 / ??? / ??

宏 ‘wide, large’

Goat

Younger brother of Tachibana Naoto.

Lives in Yamaguchi.

Married to Tachibana Takako, 48.

Has one daughter, Hiromi, 27, and a son, Tetsuya, 28.

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小川凛/Rin Ogawa

26 / 01/18/80 / 163 / ??

凛 ‘cold’

Monkey, Capricorn Sun Aries Moon Sagittarius Rising

Ability user working for the Port Mafia under the Black Lizard.

Her father was a detective before he disappeared under unknown circumstances.

Alcoholic and insomniac.

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吉尾美雨/Miu Yoshio

16 / ??/??/90 / 158 / ??

美 ‘beauty’ 雨 ‘rain’

One of Yuuna’s close friends and classmates.

[mixxdpunch]

i need to learn how to use italics on ao3 but I've already written like 30k words without them and i do not want to go back and edit that

but seriously. what am i doinnggggggggggg

[padfoot-lupin77]

In honor of pride month here are my lgbt+ headcanons for some Star Wars characters, copy-pasted straight from my notes app where I wrote these at like 1am some weeks ago

Obi-Wan: bisexual, probably also polyamorous

Satine: I think she’s pansexual

Ahsoka: bi + asexual

Cody: gay af (there’s a running joke that GAR stands for Gay Army of the Rebublic, but Bly objects)

Shaak Ti: aromantic asexual

Kanan kind of gives off trans vibes idk. Maybe non binary?

Sabine Wren the queerest queer to have ever queered

Bariss: lesbian. 100%

Ventress: I put the bi in bitch

Can I say lesbian Mon Mothma? CAN I SAY LESBIAN MON MOTHMA???

Asexual Bail Organa

And Asexual Breha Organa

Aroace Mace Windu

I haven’t watched season 2 of Andor yet so idk if Kleya is canonically a lesbian or not but she’s a lesbian in my head

And Luke is gay of course

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Chapter 1 - Let me speak first of revelations

(Pls note this is all just copy-pasted from notes app bcs yea. I take notes. Notes are my thing ig. I finished the episode like 30 minutes ago)

This— chat the story about Carpenter (I think that’s their name?) ‘s grandma is so me istg. Cultist family is a wild experience, especially when you’re little and don’t understand why nobody talks to each other

THE ACCENT??? ONG I WOULD KILL FOR THAT

The imagery is wild too. Wow. Love. Amazing.

I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE FISH/CRAB GOD MAN LIKE RN. CONVERT ME TO THIS RELIGION ISTG

“I do not believe that my god would speak to this sulky (soggy?) boy as they speak to me.” Real. I genuinely think this is so interesting when it’s given to characters, the idea that, though they are insignificant, they are of a higher value (and therefore in better rapport) with their god/boss/etc. than another character they find annoying. However when you apply this to real people you get pseudo-dictators (and real dictators), religious hierarchies, etc. Like this is straight up how Rasputins happen.

“I don’t believe any idea that Faulkner could come up with would lead us to anything divine” THE SHADE—

Give this Folly artist a raise

“A festive tapestry of skin” JFC WTF NO I CAN SEE IT EWWWWWWWWWWW

And I do too, of course. I rejoice.

…

Yup. That..that is episode 1 ig.

[vaaaaaiolet]

Σ(°△°|||). (*¯︶¯*). o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o. and (☆ω☆) for the ask game ‼️

CLAUDIA LOVE OF MY LIFE HI!!!!

Σ(°△°|||) : what's the sweetest inbox message you've received from a reader?

i have the nicest readers on the planet i think. i keep them all saved under my love letters tag but the one that made me straight up scream was this ask. that lovely anon has my whole heart and i'd like them to know i have their ask copy pasted to my notes app to read at 2 AM in tears. they made me so happy 😭😭😭

(*¯︶¯*) : is there an author that you wish would receive more attention? tell us their url, and rave about them!

YES MA'AM. i'm disgustingly in love with @delphi-shield's writing style and need everyone to check out her fics stat. her writing hits like coke honestly. short and punchy but never skimpy on the description, and her characterization just feels so right. HER FEMALE RE CHARACTER FICS ARE ALSO TO DIE FOR please check them out you will not be disappointed!!

o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o : is there a trope / au you'd like to write more for?

i answered this here but i also really want to write new dad leon...i have a drabble series planned w him in my drafts but everyone on tumblr appears to be very averse to kidfic and i....DO NOT CARE I WILL POST IT ONE DAY!! i'm holding out for amber's dad leon fic rn actually i just know my life is going to change the day she drops it. my ovaries are going to explode and i will never be happier <3

(☆ω☆) : what's the word count of your longest fic to date? how long did it take to write that fic, and would you write another piece of that length (or longer)?

my longest right now is 6k w/ safe when i fall but i'm SOOO writing longer fics in the future. i needed the push to get out of 2k hell, ty anon who req'd it <3 my next fic is multichap so i PRAYY it's longer for both yours and my sake LOL

fic writer ask game!

[divercitizen]

I vowed never to let this see the light of day. Will I regret this? Probably. Do I care at the moment? No. So here’s the parody of Justin Timberlake’s Can’t Stop the Feeling I wrote about Kylo Ren when I was fifteen.

Also, despite the fact I made a parody about him, fifteen year old me was the biggest Kylo hater you’d ever meet. Still not a fan of him but back then I despised him with a passion so strong, I only wish I’d channeled it into making something better than a parody mocking a fictional character.

What is this feeling?

I’ve got this old mask

Inside my room

It was my grandpa’s and it’s got this feel of gloom

I am the bad guy

I’ll stay that way

Won’t change my path for some scavenger girl named Rey

I’ve got my saber in my pocket

Don’t you dare call me Ben

Han Solo’s son is all gone now

It’s Kylo Ren!

(Ren)

I’ll finish what Vader started

It’s those rebel’s final hours

I’m gonna crush them once and for all

With my force powers

But why do I feel this pull to the light

I’m a dark warrior, this can’t be right

This good desire I keep trying to fight

I gotta stop this

(Gotta stop this, gotta stop this)

I’m Kylo Ren, and it’s my job to be bad, bad, bad, bad

Hux is a pain, and he makes me so mad, mad, mad, mad

Darth Vader‘s my grandpa and he was rad, rad, rad, rad

Why does being evil make me feel sad?

What is this feeling?

(Gotta stay, stay bad)

What is this feeling?

(Should I still be bad?)

Uh

I’m the new leader

‘cause Snoke is dead

I say good riddance to him and his nasty head

With him all gone now

I’ll have my way

Those rebels caused trouble, it’s time for them to pay

I’m the First Order’s new head honcho

And I‘m all dressed up in black

That rebel scum better watch out

I’m gonna attack!

(Attack)

I’ve got my huge army all ready

Stormtroopers at my command

I can choke someone to death

By moving my hand

But why do I feel this pull to the light

I’m a dark warrior, this can’t be right

This good desire I keep trying to fight

I gotta stop this

(Gotta stop this, gotta stop this)

I’m Kylo Ren, and it’s my job to be bad, bad, bad, bad

Hux is a pain, and he makes me so mad, mad, mad, mad

Darth Vader‘s my grandpa and he was rad, rad, rad, rad

Why does being evil make me feel sad?

What is this feeling?

(Gotta stay, stay bad)

What is this feeling?

(Should I still be bad?)

What is this feeling?

(Why am I so bad?)

What is this feeling?

(Not sure I wanna be bad...)

Awkwardly long interlude...

And yeah, that’s it. Copied and pasted straight from my notes app.

[some-pers0n]

So basically what I’m thinking of is what if Darkstalker did one last selfish thing and turned back the clock — erasing thousands if not billions of lives — just so he could enchant Arctic to be a better dragon.

There are a couple different ways he could go about this: he could go back to the very night he hatched as his current self and magically repair Arctic’s damaged soul, or put himself back into his young, unhatched body, and cast the spell from there. In the first scenario, who knows what he does after. Change his name and live in the Night Kingdom? Exile himself? Straight up die? In the second, does he erase his memories of his previous life? Does he keep them? Does he help Whiteout hatch? Actually attempt to think things through instead of locking on to some distant future and barreling towards it? Not manipulate Clearsight?

And how badly would the time travel corrupt his soul? Again, he erased billions of lives, even an entire tribe, just so he could make Arctic, a dragon he’s always hated, be better.

Man I’m just having Thoughts and I’m. Augh

I literally wrote this out on my notes app and copy-pasted it here lol

DAAAMNNNN ohhh I love that idea so much!!!! Holy!! If you ever decide to pursue this and make it into a fic I'll gladly read it

[faeyuh]

day 1 of random dr flug headcanons:

can live longer than a normal human without food/water (he's literally a creature or something)

[thatcringewh0re]

Copied and pasted this straight from the notes app this was my kinda rough drafted fanfics that I never got around to fully writing and rather than make everyone wait a full year for these to come out, why not give you what my silly brain had out already(I'm writing this at 3am be patient)

Casual was a Jim x Toby fanfic. I got this idea mainly from my friend, and it takes place in RotT(the only thing they have fully watched of Tales of Arcadia because I made them.) In the end scene we all love and hate, and us a mainly Toby pov story

Toby is dying, he used the (forgot the name for the weird machine) to stop Bellrocs magic so Jim could take them down once and for all but he couldn't get out in time. Jim is rushing over to Toby's dying body, crying, screaming, doing anything to try and save his friend. Toby stopped him, grabbing his hand and smiled weakly, starting to say how much he loved all these adventures with Jim, how he loved spending time with him, how he loved him..His last words were if he could ever go back in time, the only thing he would change is confessing to Jim sooner.

Than it switches to Jim's pov

He reset the timeline, waking up in bed and taking the magazine off his face, instantly rushing down to see Toby outside clipping on his helmet, he looked a little confused on why Jim was so frazzled but his focus instantly shifted as Jim rushed to Toby and kissed him

The Note was an idea I came up with myself cause I rewatched the eps and thought it was a cute idea, it's focused both on Jim and Toby and not as sad as the last one.

Jim was at his desk writing notes, he was going to die in a few days, Draal was terrifying there was no way he was going to be able to take that troll on..He was stuck on notes for Toby currently, having so many things he wanted to tell his best friend. He sighed and mindlessly wrote his feelings down onto the blank paper, it started out soft first than quickly swapped to a loving and caring note, to loving..Jim sighed and was about to throw it out but set it to the side and wrote another one..

Toby was standing outside the arena, Blinky was holding him back from helping Jim..Gods(use funny Blinky word to be nerd) it all looked so bad. Toby, despite saying he fully believed in Jim, opened the note to distract himself, to know what Jim's dying words would be to him.

Toby was blushing brightly as he read the note, seeing Jim's true feelings. He was honestly convinced he got the wrong note till he saw 'I love you Toby, I have since I we were kids'

Jim's fight was a success! He won the fight against Draal and spared him unknowingly ruining his reputation, but for now Jim was focused on Toby, he was acting strange more nervous and a little giddy even but still timid around Jim, Toby wrote it off as just being proud of Jim for winning the fight, Jim asked if Toby ever opened the notes or was tempted to but Toby replied with "Of course not dude! I always believed you could get through that fight!" Which was a lie

[purdledooturt]

songs to break your back to (respectfully)

Ignore the title - this is my first attempt at writing smut and I'm just snowballing ideas at the moment for a multi-chapter fic I want to write. There is a bit of context missing to this, but take it as PWP for the time being.

I did write this with old Heisy in mind, but realistically you can probably sub in anyone else - it's not like I go into detail describing him, but he does get mentioned by name every once in a while.

Uh. This is written in second person POV (self-indulgent). There is daddy-kink (which is abandoned midway), and a breeding-kink (which the reader questions themself about). Please practice safe sex, I'm begging you - condoms do prevent more than just pregnancies.

I wrote the entirety of this on my phone, because apparently the Notes app just gets them creative juices flowing. Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors - I tried really hard to keep my tenses straight. Trying to copy and paste from Word to tumblr is a pain - sorry for any formatting mishaps as well.

I hope this is as hot as the stories that inspired it.

❤

You never quite understood ‘backbreaking’ until you met Karl Heisenberg.

Not until you found yourself laying prone on the bed that you swear is the epicentre of a magnitude 7 earthquake, with his delicious weight on your thighs, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. You can’t match his pace, no matter how hard you tried. You are nothing but a doll made to be used. He has such a firm grip on your hips you swear you’ll be bruised for weeks, and his breath comes out in pants that made you wetter with every sound. At one point he gathered your hair like reins and force you to arch your back, but his ministrations have made your arms weak and unable to hold you up for long. Mercifully, he let you go, but you committed the action to your memory, to ask him to try again later, in a different position.

You can do nothing but lay there as he fucked noises out of you — your knuckles have cramped closed gripping on the sheets like a lifeline but he refused to let up. You’ve tried to hold your head up but could barely manage, as every thrust knocked you back down again.

Simply put, he was a man starved, and you were all too happy to provide.

He leans down on you, slowing to a roll. He grabs at your hair at the nape of your neck and twists your head sideways as he gives the corner of your mouth a breathy lick, and you moan at the intimacy of it. You try to catch his tongue with yours. “You like that?” He asks, tucking his lips close to your ear in a growl, “your cunt just gave me a little squeeze.”

You try to nod, but he keeps your head still, continuing with his slowed assault of your poor, bruised cunt. What he now lacked in speed he made up for with raw force. “Yes,” you gasp out when he hummed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He moans, leaning his head against the back of your right shoulder blade as he gave you a particularly hard thrust to punctuate the erotic sentence he was writing. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, as he pulls back upright. You feel him spread your ass cheeks to get a better look at where you’re joined. He massages the flesh as he does so, “look how well you take me.”

You look at him over your shoulder, throwing your hair out of the way. All the other guys you’d been with always loved this angle and Karl was not immune. He slows to a halt, raising an eyebrow at you. You muster up your best innocent smile, batting your lashes at him. “Thank you, daddy,” you say, and he rolls his eyes at you with a shake of his head. He gives your ass a slap. The move didn’t have the effect you wanted but you didn’t mind — you love that he called you out on the cheesiness of it. You laugh.

He gasps, pulling out of you roughly. He is crouched over your legs, breathing heavy and giving you an amused and lopsided smile. “Geez, buttercup — warn a guy, won’t you?”

You roll over quickly — surely he hasn’t…? “What’s wrong?”

“Fucking vice grip,” he mutters as he crawls back over you, retaking his position between your legs. You can feel a slight burn in your thighs as you spread your legs wider than you’re used to in order to accommodate him, but the burn only adds to the excitement of it all. You watch him hook one of your legs up with his, in a move that got your brain short circuiting. “When you giggled.”

“Sorry?”

He takes his cock in hand, giving it slow strokes. “Don’t be,” he says, as he holds the base and slaps the head against your clit. You jump at the motion, and he chuckles. God — the sound of his chuckle, in the situation, is somehow hotter than the grunts and pants and dirty talking. You’ve never had so much fun during sex before, often feeling more like there was a role you were meant to play and you were gunning for best performance. “Was good.”

He rubs the head of his cock up and down against your dripping, slick slit, teasing you with a knowing grin that looked a little sharper than what you’re used to. Occasionally the head catches on your entrance and threatens to slip, but he coaxes it out to continue the slow teasing. He’s using your wetness to lubricate himself. You whine and try to wiggle to catch him but he is far too good at anticipating your moves. 

Finally, when he’s had enough, he keeps his eyes on you as he slides back in, slowly and tantalisingly. You moan as you are filled again, and your walls are stretched around his thick cock. As he bottoms out in you with a low groan, your eyes flutter close and your head tilts back. Your legs jerk — your knees dig as best as they could to his sides, and your ankles try to find each other behind him. Your left hand finds his thigh, nails digging in to the bulk of his muscle, not to push him but to anchor yourself before you float away. “So big,” you gasp out, as your lower back lifts off the bed, and he takes the opportunity to slide his arm underneath to support you, providing you with a lovely, lovely angle. With his other arm, he supports himself, leaning over you.

Given his height, he is bent over you, caging you. The idea excites you, and makes you feel oddly safe. Protected. You’ll unpack what this means later. He presses his forehead against yours. “Only the best for my baby girl.”

Your eyes flutter back open and you giggle once again, and he groans at the action but stays in you. Your right hand finds his cheek, and you cup it with a gentle smile as you give him an Eskimo kiss. You take the moment to catch his lips in a quick, cheeky kiss, which he smiles into, returning the gesture with his own light kiss back. It was a quick, tender moment, like the eye of a storm passing over and enveloping you in a peaceful silence. Slowly, he rolls his hips and the dance begins again, but this time you are more familiar with the steps as you push back. For such a well built man, Karl is so fluid, and you were enamoured with the way he moves, looking down between your bodies and watching him undulate.

Your hands travel to the base of his ribcage, sliding over his wide chest, scratching upwards before you wrap your arms around his neck. Your breaths mingle as you keep your foreheads connected, staring deep into each other’s eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and your eyes flicker between his steely greys. It hardly registers in your head that he is asking you if you’re liking it, and your mind is blank as you agree, your voice disembodied and far away: Yes. Yes. Keep going, please. Harder, please, please, please —

He’s slowly building up to his brutal pace again, and like a roller coaster your core tightens in anticipation of the heights you’re about to be taken to. He slams into you, over and over, until the room is filled with the obscene noises of your slick union and the sound of skin slapping against skin, mingled with your panting and the punctuated gasps he thrusts out of you. He breaks eye contact when he nudges your head to the side to start whispering praises in your ear — oh, how tight you are. How well you take him. How your cunt was made for his cock, and how he was going to absolutely ruin you. You feel the familiar ache in your lower belly — you’re close. So, so close. And you can’t get enough of him, grasping at what you can with clawing hands and desperate legs. Like a mantra you plead, fervently praying to the shrine you built in your mind for this man you met while on this whirlwind holiday.

The angle at which he holds you has you seeing stars soon enough — he continually hits a spot that makes you spasm, and he grins proudly. “That good?” He asks, as you come down from the soundless scream from your climax. He hardly slowed to accomodate you and let you ride out your release.

"Oh, yeah,” you reply mindlessly, voice hoarse, and as revenge for his cockiness you let out a breathless giggle, followed by a kegel.

“Little bitch,” he swears, but there is no venom at all. He sounds so amused, so enamoured. Like he was having so much fun, too.

You poke your tongue out at him, scrunching your nose in the process. You were feeling carefree and playful in his presence. The arm that was supporting your back slides out from under you, and he uses his hand to grasp your face roughly, his thumb on your cheek and the rest of his hand wrapped across your neck and around your jaw, locking you in place. He takes the opportunity to lick your from your chin to your lips. You stick your tongue out again, less playful now and more desperate. He sucks on your tongue to punish you. He pulls away but you remain connected with a thin trail of saliva. His hips never slow. Oh God — everything he does is hot.

He’s made you cum at least four times since the night started and as much as you enjoy the treatment you were hitting your limit. You notice his pace stutter — he was close, and chasing the high he’s put you on four times tonight. He starts roughly pawing and kneading at your tit. You cover his hand with one of you own, squeezing along. Your other hand takes care of what he couldn’t. You try to encourage him.

“Karl—“

“Where do you want me?” He asks, sounding breathless and strained, and in a moment of sheer stupidity and fuckdrunk horniness, you gawk at him.

“Inside. Oh, god — inside.”

He groans, his head buried now in the crook of your neck. The hand that was massaging you is now on the bed, and he has now enveloped you. His lips are at your collarbone, leaving ghost kisses with his breath. He alternates between biting what he can reach and muttering “oh, baby” and “please” over and over.

“Fuck,” he pushes himself up slightly and catches your ear again, licking the shell of it. He growls, the timbre of his voice sending a shock down your spine all the way to your tailbone. “You horny little bitch. I’m going to fucking fill you until you’re dripping. I’m going to fucking breed you.”

You moan. ‘Do I have a breeding kink?’, you wonder. Who fucking knows. Who fucking cares? Your mind is blank, and you damn the consequences, begging senselessly.

He moans and stills to a jittery stop after a final hard push, and you can feel the heat of his release inside you. He pauses, his breathing intense. “Fuck. Holy fuck.”

"Holy shit,” was your reply, and he is catching his breath as he pulls out of you. You shift to lean on your elbows, keeping him in your sight as he gets up. He stands at the foot of the bed, taking deep breaths to fill his lungs not unlike an athlete who has just finished their event, and you do the same, involuntarily trying to match his breathing. You watch as he steps away, disappearing into the ensuite. You can feel his spend start dripping towards your ass, and without the added weight of him on your pelvis you take stock of the state of your body more clearly, and you swear you’ve broken something, somehow. As his figure reappears, you declare, “I’m going to keep you.”

He laughs as he approaches with a small towel. He begins to wipe your thighs with the damp cloth with a gentleness that was the stark opposite of the assault he’d mounted against your body previously. God — he helps with clean up too? Heaven help you. “Are you?” He croons.

“Are you kidding?” You ask, as you sit upright with weak, shaky arms and take the towel from him with a smile and a bright ‘thank you’, taking over the wiping. You watch as he wanders over to the kitchenette, still fully nude, now to grab two glasses of water. You could marry him for this alone. “Where have you been all my fucking life?”

He gulps down his drink. “Romania.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“That good, huh?” He asks, with a wolfish grin, as he passes you a glass of water and he sits at the bed again with his back to you.  He leans with his elbows on his knees.

You shuffle towards him on your knees, making the bed springs complain. He tilts his head towards you. With your free hand, you brush his hair behind one ear, parting the curtain which hid his face from view. You place your chin on his shoulder and beam. “That good. I think you’ve pulverised my pelvis but give me a few hours and I can go again.”

He throws his head back in a rakish laugh, and you find yourself wishing you could bottle the sound. He’s rearranged your insides, surely — you’ve never felt so many butterflies in your stomach before. You wrap your left arm around his waist, sliding over to the edge of the bed to sit to his right. You spill a bit of water as you move.

“God, I could use a smoke right now.”

“I have never once smoked in my life,” you reveal, unsure of why you couldn’t seem to stop your mouth from running, “but I could also use a smoke right now, too.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, and the two of you are oddly tender and soft in the afterglow. You knew of happy drunks — you didn’t realise something similar could apply to this. You were feeling… cuddly. Your cheeks hurt from beaming. “Have I reset your programming? You’re doing wonders to my damn ego, buttercup.”

You take a sip of the water and let silence fall over you. Suddenly the weight of exhaustion bears down on your shoulders, heavy and cloying. You yawn.

“Go wash up,” he says, giving you a slight shove with the arm still wrapped around you. “Don’t want you getting an infection.”

Romantic — not. But very caring. Karl Heisenberg was ticking the boxes swiftly and convincingly, getting closer and closer to your idea of perfection. A voice in your head chastises you for the irrationality of your thoughts, chastises you for hearing wedding bells after three fun-filled days and one passionate night together. Sure, it was out of character, but then again you’d never had anyone fuck your brains out like he just did. “Yes, yes,” you bat his concerns away with a wave of your hand. You try to stand but find your legs stiff and uncooperative. You’re like a newborn foal.

“You sure you only need a few hours to recover?”

You flip him off as you hobble to the ensuite, and he lets out another laugh, flopping on to the bed as he does so. You turn your attention back to your own care, and wash up as you normally do.

You hobble towards your suitcase to look for new underwear. You’ll forgo the sleep shirt tonight, wanting to feel your partner’s skin.

You look up to find him watching you, pillows propped up behind him as he leaned against the headboard. There is something missing in the picture — a cigar. He strikes you as a cigar person. “You need help?”

“No; thank you though,” you say, as you pull your underwear on. You wander back to the bed and take the free spot, sliding into the covers.

“Do you need me to get you anything for the, uh…” he’s at a loss for words for once. Your eyebrows rise as you try to decode what he’s trying to say. “Well, I’m not really keen on little Karls running around, despite what I said.”

“All good,” you say, as you reach to the inside of your left forearm, feeling around for the familiar stick that is your birth control implant. You pinch the ends of it to make it stick out, and he observes it closer. “Birth control.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

You pull the covers up to your chin. You turn to lay on your side to watch him. He brushes your hair back.

“How long is a few hours?” He teases. You slap his hand away, and with an exaggerated huff you turn away from him, and the pettiness of it all makes him laugh. It makes you laugh too, unable to maintain the facade. “Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight. Don’t disappear on me or I’ll hunt you down.”

You fall asleep to the sound of his laughter.

[rustbeltjessie]

I am once again asking you for $$$.

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[d-twentyfourandthreequarters]

MARCH FOR RAPH DAY THIRTEEN!!!

Ohmigosh I’m just now realizing I’m posting this at midnight TT and again it copied and pasted straight from my notes app!

———

DAY 13. Worthless

(Ignore the fact that there is little to no angst. The times I did do angst when it was unnecessary took up my whole angst meter for the month.)

Raph feeling worthless is not something I think about when I think Raph

That often-

Just kidding !!! Recently the brain has been static mush so no, I have not been thinking this recently.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t try :>

The ways I see Raph feeling worthless is possibly in his leadership role. Though i’ve never thought much on Leo and Raphs leadership change. Does Raph hate Leo for it? Does Raph hate the change? Does Raph feel worthless without it? And the answer to all of those questions are most likely gray.

I’m so very positive that Raph does not hate Leo for taking the role as leader, in fact he’s probably relived.

Being the older brother AND the leader would be intense pressure on anyone especially Raph if we headcannon the fact that he basically raised his siblings.

The change would be weird for everyone though, since it came out of nowhere. For awhile I feel like the bros would still go to Raph for orders, even Leo at times. (I think that actually happens in the show but I don’t remember T^T)

I totally see Leo going to Raph for advice tho. Raph would be uncomfortable just cause he doesn’t want Leo to have that kind of pressure (insert Casey mean speech while they were underground, you know what I’m taking about.)

I don’t think Raph would feel that worthless without it honestly, I just see him having a liiiiiitle bit of the pressure taken off of him. And you know, being the big brother he still feels in charge.

We already know that Raph doesn’t want Leo to fail because of the fight during the movie where he’s all like “when u gon’ get serious Leo >:{“ but I do think that sternness comes from the fear of all that pressure I mean he literally says their lives are on him during that whole ordeal.

But because I feel slightly obligated to add angst we will because I just got the best idea. As a young turtle tot Raph definitely felt like he was worthless to his father, if we’re going with the Raph raising everyone thing. I mean, in my mind with the headcannon splinter was never there for any of them, even Raph. And to Raph that felt like an especially Raph. He had to get the food, tuck them to bed, help them with a scraped knee, etc. he feels like his father doesn’t care about him that’s why he has to do everything, he thinks it’s his fault.

Aaaaaaand I’m probably gonna stop there- I might add to this, probably not but I just wanted to get an entry in even tho this is the laziest one yet T^T

[tonurseanopenwound]

hey im open to being uh a worshipper 😍 JSSJJEJSJ UR OCS R SO TASTY i must know them all inside and out

ill just dump the general plot of praelith 😍😍 in its early stages so there arent many characters yet bweh

copying and pasting this from my notes app

REVERE !!

As mentioned b4 mc gets isekaied into another world and falls through the roof of the cathedral in the middle of worship

And the priest ( to be named Amadeus ) Is like some really devoted follower right

In his past he was going to off himself but he (hallucinated) a voice telling him not to and believes it was his

Mc?? He doesnt know what the fuck is going on but he doesnt have a chance to explain himself and if he comes out now saying hes not the real god hes def going to get executed or so he thinks

Anyhow Amadeus is definitely parasocial

I know bro worshipped his mural everyday and fell in love with it

hes so delusional he makes himself believe that mc is the god hes been waiting for and that mc is the god that has saved him and helped him carry his life burdens

And when mc comes he forces all those expectations and devotion and gratitude on him even though he doesnt know whats going on 

percival is a good name for the foreign ambassador mayhaps

“Amadeus- no, you don’t understand. I… I’m not your god, I never was, I’m just-“

“Haha, what do you mean?

You’re a god. The god. My god.”

“I dont belong here, Deus!”

“…Do you wish to be a god. then?

A true god?”

And priest makes him undergo some boombastic satanic ritual

And even if mc never becomes a “true god” he will always be Amadeus’ god.

followers have to feed their flesh and blood as their “life essence” to the god to ensure his immortality

in the history of the religion the god made some sort of sacrifice to protect the people and lost a portion of his divinity as a result

..and mc. organ. nomonom

also ! deus dies. in part of the satanic ritual, he sacrifices himself 

this was a little bit i wrote ( was supposed to be written comedically so in later chapters you could see how much sadder mc got + was written in a shitposty format since i had writers block LMAO )

-> written in 2nd pov but itll be edited later !! just a first draft

┌──── •✧• ────┐

  System Activated.

  Welcome, User.

└──── •✧• ────┘

( make this one of those cool graphics)

Something was terribly wrong, and perhaps it was the fact that the moment you opened your eyes to witness the fantastic wonders of the earth this morning, you were met with air. Open air, that you were currently flailing about in like some fish out of water, headed straight for the roof of a very nicely constructed cathedral.

Your immediate first thought is to start tweaking. “What the fuck?????????”

Attempting to do what they do in cartoons - becoming a little seizure-victim-type helicopter of arms and legs - you only came to a conclusion that, much to your dismay, you were not slowing down at all. Splendid!

Rapidly approaching your imminent death, two things became very apparent.

You’d either:

a. Become some sort of cute meat slurry amalgamation and perish immediately

b. Become some sort of cute meat slurry amalgamation on the roof of a church and then slide through the glass panelling and grossly drip onto the carpet during a holy session with the lord

[ Or, TLDR: you’re ‘cooked.’ ]

… Pause, who the fuck just said that? 

Was it the voices in your head? Nono, that couldn’t be, they were all pussies, after all. All of them had gone quiet the moment you found yourself in this shithole.

“Get out of my head, whatever the fuck you-“

[ I am not ‘whatever’. ]

The voice you had been hearing now appeared as text, materialized in front of you in some blue, futuristic interface.

…Uhm, last time you checked, you weren’t schizophrenic. Had you forgotten to take your meds? Shit.

[ I am a system, or more precisely, The System. ]

“Okay buddy I really appreciate the autobiography here but I’m currently about to smash into a surface at some unholy speed and die a terrible death so if you can quiet that laughing gear for just a moment and let me cook-“

[ User, do you require assistance? ]

“… Uh, are you capable of that?”

[ I am capable of anything. ]

“By all means then-“

[ Transaction identified. Beginning Procedure. ]

(Make this a cool graphic, zalgo text )

[ What do you offer? ]

“Bitch why are there hidden fees I thought-“

[ Inevitably detected. Proceeding with automatic deduction. ]

[ 1 year has been taken. ]

 Erm what the sigma

Kaboom

YEA THATS ALL I GOT LMAO

[notjosieyouremy]

Part Four: copy pasting dreams i have saved in my notes app

september 11th, 2024

i had a dream my brother got a free vegetable spiralizer gadget from a tv ad in the 80s. but he didn’t know there was a catch. they sent a free product to people but in return the recipient was expected to join their mlm and become a salesman. fast forward to present day, my brother is straight up panicking because getting sued by that company for not fulfilling his end of the contract. he has to either return the spiralizer or the case will go to court. my brother, red faced with frustration, pleading “i don’t even know where it is! i got it over 30 years ago and never used it!”

[cuephrase]

💫 comics masterpost 💫

(last updated jan. 1, 2025)

current comics pull list (in release order)

batman

batgirl

batman and robin

batman/superman: world’s finest

batman and robin: year one

nightwing

titans

batman: the long halloween - the last halloween

justice league unlimited

saga

comics tbr

this is not an exhaustive list, and it’s not in any priority order. i may organize this better in the future, but as of rn it’s copy/pasted straight from my notes app lol. some of it is more specific, some of it is more general, just acknowledging to myself that i want to check X out! feel free to rec a run/arc if you don’t see it here or under my read list 💗

titans (1999)

outsiders (2003)

jla/titans

shadow of the bat

legend of the dark knight

batman- one bad day (all)

batman: streets of gotham

batman (from jason’s arrival onward)

superboy

impulse

batgirl (2009)

batman: white knight

batman: the knight (zdarsky)

detective comics (from jason’s arrival onward)

robin miniseries

batman and the signal

titans 2008

batman: gotham county line

green arrow

batman/superman

kyle rayner green lantern

birds of prey

catwoman

comics read

titles i’ve read start to finish first, then events. not *everything* i’ve read bc i’ve only tracked the bigger chunks (not every single issue), but most of it! also not in release order within era, whoops. (no pre-crisis listed bc i’ve only read some batman/tec here and there)

post-crisis (1985-2011)

nightwing 1996

nightwing 1998

wf3: world’s finest three (superboy/robin)

nightwing and huntress

batman and robin 2009

the new teen titans/the new titans

robin 1993

young justice 1998

red robin

teen titans 2003

batgirl 2000

batman: gotham knights

all jason og robin, post-crisis

a death in the family

a lonely place of dying

batman: cataclysm

batman: no man’s land

joker’s last laugh

bruce wayne: murderer?

bruce wayne: fugitive

infinite crisis

batman: under the hood

batman: hush

jla: tower of babel

n52 (2011-2016, start of post-flashpoint)

nightwing 2011

grayson

red hood and the outlaws 2011

batman and robin 2011

robin: son of batman

batman eternal

batman and robin: eternal

robin war

death of the family

rebirth to present (2016-Now)

nightwing 2016

red hood and the outlaws 2016

task force z

joker: the man who stopped laughing

tim drake: robin

batman and robin 2023

batman/superman: world’s finest 2022

world’s finest: teen titans

red hood: the hill

robins: being robin 2022

young justice 2019

batgirl 2024

batman: the three jokers

batman 2016 (from #125)

from the dc vault: robin lives!

the boy wonder

justice league unlimited

batman and robin: year one

batman: the last halloween

titans 2023

batman: gotham war

titans: beast world

knight terrors (+ titans, nightwing, and robin tie-ins)

joker war

batman: urban legends 1-6, 10

batman: city of bane