#i forget to go through my inbox sorry chat

[bdemotes]

ohhh ur style is so sick, especially love ur dialtown emotez :33

Thank you so much !!!!

[luvergirl-535]

clean up nice

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 2.3k

c/w - fluff, no smut sorry :( but no not forget that daddy!paige is still on its way so you’ll be getting smth spicy soon.

a/n - got a random burst of creativity, and what did i decide to do with it? work on finishing one of my many wips, you ask? no. instead i dug into the depths of my inbox and found an old ass prompt to write for, lol. you can find the prompt here.

azzi is, quite frankly, over it.

the weight room had been brutal, the team group chat has been blowing up with nonsense, and her econ professor had assigned a surprise pop quiz that was neither surprising nor a quiz—just a pure academic crime. by the time she trudges across campus toward paige’s dorm, her shoulders are tight, her jaw hurts from clenching, and she’s two seconds away from chucking her water bottle at a freshman just to feel something.

all she wants is to shower, collapse into a hoodie, maybe read the same page of her book eight times before giving up, and fall asleep next to her girlfriend. preferably with her favorite pillow—paige’s arm—cushioned under her head.

she lets herself into the dorm, ready to ignore any of her other teammates who might be lurking and head straight to paige’s room. she gets inside and toes off her shoes, pulling off her hoodie to try and cool down—

but then she stops cold.

paige is on the floor.

and not in a playing-video-games, or making-a-ridiculous-tiktok kind of way. no. she’s kneeling in a sports bra and loose basketball shorts, scrubbing something on the floor with determination. her hair is up in a messy bun. the speakers are playing slow r&b, the window is cracked open, and light is streaming in just right to make the whole thing look like a thirst trap with cleaning supplies.

azzi blinks once. then twice. her lips part slightly.

“yo,” paige says without looking up, “watch out, i just mopped.”

azzi stares. she might have stopped breathing.

“…what are you doing?”

paige’s head pops up at the sound of azzi’s voice. “oh, hey, mama. sorry, thought you were jana.” she gestures around the room. “it was gettin’ gross in here. and since nobody else fuckin’ cleans, figured i should probably take care of it.”

azzi looks around. the place is spotless. floor shining. sheets changed. even the window track—the window track!—is wiped down. azzi looks at the sink and swears it blinds her.

paige sits back on her heels and wipes an arm across her face, leaving a streak of sweat—glistening and enticing—on her forehead.

azzi’s soul leaves her body.

“you okay?” paige asks, going back to her scrubbing. azzi looks closer—she’s cleaning the baseboards. and her back is flexing as she does it.

azzi inhales sharply. “uh-huh.”

paige shifts, glancing back over her shoulder. “you look surprised.”

“i…did not know you got down like this.”

“yeah, well, last week you saw me make a protein shake in a blender bottle that hadn’t been washed since pre-season. so consider this redemption.”

azzi opens her mouth to respond and then pauses. she has nothing appropriate to say, to be honest. not when she’d walked in expecting a nap and is now watching her girlfriend crawl across the floor like a navy seal.

“how was your day?” paige asks nonchalantly. sun streams through the windows, hitting her arms in such a way it perfectly contours her muscles. “you wanna snack or sum’?”

“no,” azzi says slowly, settling herself down onto the couch without taking her eyes off paige’s back. “i want you to come over here.”

“yep,” paige says without hesitation, dropping her washcloth into the bucket and walking over to azzi. azzi reaches up, prepared to pull paige down and never let her go again, but paige doesn’t give her the time—just goes in for a quick kiss before leaving again.

“paige!” azzi says. “i want you to snuggle me.”

paige smiles, sweet and oblivious, as she kneels back down. “we can snuggle all you want as soon as i’m done. i just gotta hit the closet first.”

azzi blinks hard. “how long have you been at this?”

paige shrugs—shoulder muscles. “i’on know. a couple hours? but i haven’t cleaned my closet in forever. there’s, like, dust on some of my shoes. it’s nasty.”

“wow. okay. you’re really…” she waves a hand at paige’s whole situation, “doing the most.”

paige beams. “you noticed! i even used vinegar on the mirrors. no streaks. drew’s mom taught me.”

azzi just stares at her. “cooool, coolcoolccoolcool. that’s super cool.”

paige stands up and stretches her back with a groan, revealing an infuriating strip of boxer below her waistband. “shit, my back is killing me. i’ve been crouching for like two hours.”

“i can help with that,” azzi says, far too quickly. “you want a massage?”

“nah, i’ll do some stretches after this,” paige says casually, walking to the kitchen to grab some clorox and wiping down the counter. “you look exhausted, though. go lie down, i’ll be done soon.”

“or,” azzi says, getting up and trailing her, “you could stop cleaning now. and we could do…other things.”

“like what? i already asked if you wanted a snack.”

“jesus christ,” azzi whispers to herself.

“huh?”

“nothing, babe.” azzi plasters on a smile. “i’m just… really impressed by your…cleanliness.”

paige snorts. “what does that mean?”

“it means watching you clean is making me…feel things, paige.”

“ohhh,” paige says slowly, like she’s catching on. azzi perks up.

“yeah?” azzi asks, hopeful.

“you’re saying you want me to clean your dorm next time, right?”

“no!” azzi shouts. “i’m saying i want you to push me up against a…” she gestures wildly, “very clean wall.”

paige frowns. “you okay? you seem, like, really high-strung.”

“i wonder why,” azzi deadpans.

“bad day?”

“you could say that,” she mutters. “considering i walked in on you looking like a really hot mr. clean commercial.”

paige makes a face. “is that a compliment?” then, “you’re being weird.”

“i’m being turned on, paige. i feel like we’ve been together long enough that you know what me turned on looks like.”

paige raises her hands in surrender. “okay, okay. sorry. i thought you’d be cool with the cleaning.”

“i am! it’s impressive! and hot! i love it, actually!”

paige pauses. squints at her.

“…wait. are you into this?”

azzi massages the bridge of her nose. “oh my god.”

“i just thought you were being supportive,” paige says. “like, ‘oh yay, my girlfriend’s being productive.’ not ‘oh yay, my girlfriend’s making me all wet with the windex.’”

“you are so fucking stupid.”

“am i wrong?”

azzi pretends to consider this, then turns on her heel, marching toward paige’s bedroom.

“hey,” paige calls, following her. “where you goin’?”

“somewhere i can protect my peace,” azzi calls back. she turns to close the door, but paige gets there just in time, sticking a foot in between the doorframe and stopping her.

azzi opens the door slowly, met with paige’s smug grin. “you’re enjoying this.”

“maybe a little,” paige leans in, voice suddenly lower. “you want me to keep my hair up?”

azzi lets the door swing open the rest of the way, smoothing a hand up paige’s shoulder. “you don’t get to tease me after getting me all worked up.”

“baby, i was just cleaning.”

“exactly!” azzi says. “you were on your hands and knees, paige.”

paige takes her by the waist, backing her slowly into the bedroom. “so what—you were suffering that whole time?”

“i’m two seconds away from wrecking your perfect little chore schedule.”

paige’s eyes darken slightly, like the teasing has officially run its course. she pauses when the backs of azzi’s knees hit the mattress, then pushes her down, a hand around her back keeping them connected as paige follows closely after.

“well,” she murmurs, hand settling beside azzi’s head on the pillow, “room is clean.”

“uh-huh.”

“laundry’s done.”

“mm-hmm.”

“guess there’s only one mess left to make.”

azzi rolls her eyes, but wraps an arm around paige’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. “hair stays up,” she demands, urging paige into the crook of her neck.

paige obeys, licking a short stripe up the column of azzi’s throat, all heat and thin restraint. “yes, ma���am.”

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Ohhh, has anyone requested for Shelly or Vee yet? I love playing as them, haha, Shelly will always be my favorite though! It makes me feel comforted since I relate to her so painfully much. I would love to talk with her about dinosaurs or just spend time with her, just anything hhhh!!

Please make sure to take your time writing these requests! It can be draining so please take breaks and take care of yourself! You can also deny this if you want. I love your work so much! <3 It's a fun idea to imagine the characters hearing us! Especially when we start to tweak out or even silently yell at our screen or anything like that I know I do that too much hahaha-

Actually I've been hoping to write for Shelly and Vee! This is gonna be a drabble that's a fair bit different from the other drabbles I made so far, hehe.

Also, again, sorry if your request is taking awhile! I have a ton in my inbox and more keep coming in. Don't worry if you don't wanna send in a request now! I love getting requests and I can't wait to fufill them all!

Hehe. <3

Game Show of Love

Yandere!Self-Aware!Shelly x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Vee x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Dandy's World x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, swearing, fighting (over you <3)

--☆☆☆☆☆--

When Shelly learnt she was your second favorite, she was happy.

But a good bit disappointed. What do you mean 'second favorite'?

Didn't you love dinosaurs? So why wasn't she your first favorite? Why was it Glisten?

Would her only being number 2 in your heart mean you would forget her too? Just like how everyone else did?

So she did what she could to figure out how to talk to you. To ask you if you would ever forget her.

And to ask what your favorite dinosaur is, hehe.

So she began searching. At first she thought she could use the Roblox chat...

But after what happened last time they tried that... yeah, no.

So she went elsewhere.

And then she found your phone number.

And she wanted to try it. So she went searching and found someone else, someone they couldn't hear, who rarely used their phone. Especially not for texting.

Then she tried to contact you.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Hello?

You: Who is this

Shelly panicked. What if you blocked her? She saw blocked numbers on this phone, mostly scammers... oh no! What if you thought she was a scammer?!

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: It's complicated.

You: Wdym

Shelly hesitated. Should she explain everything? Would you believe her? Should she just ask the question she was dying to ask??

...

Shelly shook her head and decided to try something.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: I'm someone who's going through a bunch of different phone numbers to try to find someone I can talk about dinosaurs to.

She thought for a moment and quickly sent another message.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: I'm not a scammer, I swear!

You: Isnt there better ways to yap to people about dinosaurs?

You: Like on tumblr or smth?

Shelly panicked, terrified you may block her.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: I mean I could. But on here there's no ads and stuff.

You: Dont people think your a scammer tho

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Sometimes they do. Then they just block me. But I just want to talk about dinosaurs!

You: Send me a dinosaur fact.

Shelly's breath hitched.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Wait, really?

You: Ye

You: I love dinos

You: Yap to me about them rn

You: Pls

Shelly almost squealed.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Of course!

You: Also what should I call ya?

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: My name's Shelly!

You: I'm [Name].

Shelly froze, staring at your name.

Your name... She was the first one to learn your real name.

You gave her your name.

She couldn't hide her thrilled grin. Even if no one else could see it.

--☆☆☆--

As Shelly texted you, Vee was busy figuring out information about you.

She ran a gameshow for crying out loud! Clearly, more Toons would be interested if she had some trivia about you thrown in there.

But then it spiraled into something more.

Gaining knowledge about you started off small. Things you mentioned in game. Such as your favorite Toons.

It annoyed her she wasn't one of your favorites.

Or the fact you owned a cat.

He seemed awfully clingy too. Oh, and she already knew his name is Blaze. Even if you called him 'Kitty' often.

But then she grew frustrated. You didn't mention enough about yourself when you were playing! How was she supposed to make trivia about you now?

So she began searching.

And figured out how to leave the game. Then how to leave Roblox on devices.

Specifically your device.

She didn't notice nor care that Shelly did it first.

No one noticed Shelly could leave because they never noticed she was gone.

Then Vee found the microphone function on your phone. Then she connected herself to it.

And suddenly...

She could hear it all.

She heard you talk, even when you weren't playing the game. If you had your phone on you, she could hear.

That's when her spiral truly started to occur.

Just like with Astro, she grew a soft spot for you.

She learnt of everything. From your favorite food to your primary mode of transportation.

And she saved every fact she learned about you to her database. In the span of a month at most, she probably knew you better than you knew yourself.

And it wasn't just the microphone she used for information. She went through your photos, your search history. Meticulously finding any bit of info she could gather.

Unfortunately, though, she couldn't use the camera. Since she could only risk searching around your phone for information when you weren't on it, she was never able to turn on your camera and look at you.

This fact frustrated her to no end, but she had to deal with it.

She kept searching through your phone, one day managing to find your text messages and started to go through them.

Hm? Who's this in your contacts? 'Shelly'? What a strange coincidence...

...and this Shelly spoke to you often about dinosaurs? Hm...

She'd need to keep an eye on this...

--☆☆☆--

Shelly was thrilled.

In a month she managed to become one of your best friends!

Of course she was living a lie, but she didn't care!

To you, she was your silly, dinosaur-loving online friend who you were able to share anything with!

And as time went on, she got more comfortable with you.

And got more and more in love...

She started taking more risks.

For example, she pretended to be a player of Dandy's World, talking about how funny it was she was so similar to the Shelly in game. At least personality-wise!

If only you knew...

Tisha knew of this.

She didn't mind.

In fact, sometimes she would even be able to talk with you when she wasn't busy.

And just like Shelly, Tisha kept the fact she could talk with you directly a secret. As well as keeping the fact she was a Toon private from you.

And eventually, she managed to get enough confidence to sort-of ask her question.

Shelly: Random question, but why are your favorite Toons your favorite?

You: You mean my top three?

Shelly: Yeah

You: Well... I like Glisten because he's a lot like me in a sense. I try to maintain stability and confidence even though I hate myself. And his Twisted form is a cutie pie that made me realize he needs all the hugs.

Shelly: But you're great tho!

You: So a lot of people say lol

You: I like Shelly since she deserves better, I too love dinosaurs, her design for both her toon form and her twisted form, and her lore makes her deserve all the hugs too.

You: And Shrimpy Boy is just a silly man lol

Shelly: Why's Shelly lower than Glisten?

You: I haven't told you yet?

You: mb

You: She's very slightly lower because I HATE the confusion debuff and I like Twisted Glisten's concept a lot. Otherwise the two are basically tied lol.

Shelly: So you utterly adore her?

You: Fully and completely!

Shelly squealed from glee.

You, her favorite person, loved her! The only reason she was lower than Glisten was because of some tiny things she couldn't really change. You thought she was basically perfect!

You loved her as much as she loved you!

Then Vee has to ruin it.

--☆☆☆--

"Shelly... what the f■■■?"

Vee stormed closer. One hand was balled into a fist. The other held her microphone so tightly that if she had blood, her hand would turn white.

"You've been talking with the player for over a month now? You could talk directly to her, and you didn't tell anyone?!"

Shelly gritted her teeth. "I did! I tried to tell you! None of you listened to me when I tried to talk! Not even you or Tisha!"

Vee's screen glitched, and never has she been more annoyed that- despite the fact she was a video game character and thus most of her lore wasn't really real, with her being a gameshow host only real because she went out of her way and did that the moment she figured out private servers- she had a censor over all swear words. Because she had a lot she would like to say.

The two stood opposing one another in Shelly's room, where Vee stormed in the moment she put all the pieces together.

She was by no means Rodger, but even the mystery of the Shelly in your contacts list wasn't too hard to solve.

And both were in their Twisted forms. So if this would become a physical fight, it would get messy very quickly.

"Can you blame me for giving up?" Shelly asks, "All basically ANY of you do is ignore me! The only one who doesn't is Tisha! And half the time you forget I exist! Anyways, YOU also told no one about the fact you figured out how to leave the game too! That YOU figured out so much of your information about them by violating their privacy!"

"What I did is different from what you did." Vee curtly replies, standing tall. "You were contacting them directly. Playing a lie the entire time."

"At least I wasn't going through private photos and search history." Shelly growls back, "Do you know how humans can be embarrassed by people looking through those things? Or do you ignore what privacy is just like how you ignore me? At least until you need something from me, you BITCH."

Vee scowls, slightly startled at Shelly swearing for the first time since... practically ever.

"This is why they don't like you." Shelly continues, "I'm one of their favorites. ME. Not you. So stop violating [Name]'s privacy and stop caring about the fact I talk to them."

"...say that again." Vee orders suddenly, screen glitching for a moment as she processed what Shelly said in the blink of an eye. "That word... [Name]."

"That's their name." Shelly says. "They told me it. Directly. Because I didn't violate them as much as you did!"

"I am not violating them." Vee retorts, processing your name. One of the few pieces of information she knew, but reeled from hearing come out of the mouth of someone who was speaking to her for the first time. "But now ...I have an idea."

"What is it now?" Shelly asks, pissed.

"...It involves you directly," Vee says, "How would you like to practically guarantee yourself a prize in one of my gameshows? The grand prize."

Shelly just stares at Vee, raising an eyebrow slighty.

"And the grand prize..." Vee says, suddenly smirking, "Is [Name]'s love."

--☆☆☆--

The grand prize being offered brought every Toon to the gameshow.

Not everyone was participating. Many were simply in the audience, due to the extra promise of a special prize given to any Toon who was simply there.

The gameshow was split into a tournament. Two toons would compete to move onto the next catagory, and the final two would compete for the grand prize.

Practically everyone was a little stunned when Shelly was a contestant.

Especially when Shelly started to crush anyone who went against her in the trivia.

And they were even more stunned when Vee started asking trivia questions they had no idea how she found out. Even Rodger didn't know this much information, and he was carefully documenting every bit of information he heard you mention when playing. Or others talking to you that they mentioned when playing.

And when people were eliminated? They were a good bit annoyed at losing the opportunity for your heart, but stayed for the special prize.

Eventually it just got to Dandy and Shelly. And Shelly won.

Shelly won by saying your name.

They all loved your name.

Dandy barely held himself toegther when Vee declared the winner to be Shelly. But he stayed. Especially when Vee stood on top of the podium, grinning.

Even if the two hated eachother, Dandy wanted that secret prize.

"Well, now that that's wrapped up." Vee says, twirling her mic, "I know all of you want the secret prize, yes? Even though Shelly has all the right to our beloved player's heart, that doesn't mean you all will just forget about them, mhm?"

"Just get to the point..." Dandy mutters, gritting his teeth.

Vee smirks. "Well, what if I told you that all of you could talk to them? Directly to them. No more little incidents due to the chat, but to them."

Everyone froze, staring up at the gameshow host. It was more silent than when everyone learned your name.

Your name was beautiful.

Your voice was beautiful.

They all loved you.

They all loved your voice.

"Now, all contestants and audience members of this Gameshow of Love, would you all like to learn what a phone number is?

[greenheartart]

I'm not very good at this sort of thing. I wasn't sure I wanted to say anything at all, since this has always just been my silly little safe place for loving Undertale. Not a place for other things, especially political stuff. But then it felt weird not to say anything. To just continue on and pretend nothing has happened and everything's okay.

Because it's not.

The fact that Trump has managed to get reelected is horrific. I've spent the last two days oscillating between dread and disbelief and burying myself in games for hours on end, just to try to forget about the world for a while. Hasn't really helped, if I'm being honest. My body hurts from how tense I am and I can't seem to shake the stress headache at the base of my skull. It feels like there's no escape from it. It's everywhere online and when I leave my house, it's still everywhere I go, in campaign signs on lawns and in the conversations I overhear from strangers. All my friends are scared and anxious and angry and frustrated, and none of us know what to do about it.

And I imagine it's the same for many of you.

It's an exhausting thought that so many of us are struggling right now. I hate it, and I'm so sorry we're all going through this.

I guess what I want to say that I know I'm more of a background presence, even on my own blog at times, but if anyone needs someone to reach out to, I'm here. My inbox is open and so are my DMs. If you feel alone and need to talk to someone, or want a distraction from what's going on and want to talk about fandoms or pets or anything else, or hell, have even just wanted to say hi and have needed an excuse, please. Reach out, ask to chat, just say hi. I'll answer.

And I also want to say I'm not going anywhere. Maybe things will take longer for me to get to than I want for mental health reasons, or maybe I'll throw myself even harder into this to cope. Who knows. I just know that I love telling stories and I love making art, and I love getting to share that with all of you and getting to see you love it too. I'm horrified by the world right now, but that just makes me want to push back against the horrors harder in the only way I know how.

Community is important. Art is important. We have to find joy and connection wherever we can, especially when things are at their worst.

So... just take care, everyone. Do whatever you can to keep your head up and don't give into despair. I'll see you around soon. ♥

[thealogie]

I'm sorry but I'm about to treat your ask box like a confessional.

You kind of deserve it, though, because due to your Sherlock rewatch posts I've been forced to remember that 1. Sherlock is a show that exists and 2. that I wrote Sherlock fanfic when I was 13... about SHERLOCK and MOLLY.

In my defence, I was a deeply deeply deeply repressed bisexual who hadn't realized it yet - so all of the obvious and insane gay stuff between Sherlock and John just completely sailed over my head. Also propaganda worked really well on me as a child - so basically I was the ideal viewer for Moftiss lol. There'd be scenes where people mistook Sherlock and John for a couple and I'd go 'huh that's kind of strange that keeps happening' but then it would be played off as a joke and I'd go 'oh yes of course, silly me! Gay people only exist as the punchline! Sherlock and John would NEVER be interested in each other that way. I can't believe anyone would ever think that haha.'

Flash forward to 2017. I'm 17 years old. I've kissed other women by now and have had my brain chemistry rewritten by copious amounts of slash fanfiction. Still young, but wiser to the ways of the world than I once was. The last time I watched Sherlock, I had been 14 years old. Sherlock season 4 airs. I watch it with my mom. It's so bad my brain immediately initiates a trauma response and wipes all memory of Sherlock away. This continues for years. The only times I remember Sherlock exists is whenever I joyfully watch hbomerguy's Sherlock Is Garbage video while I'm knitting or painting or something. Also whenever I have to type in a password for an account I made when I was 13 - because my go-to password was 'SHERLOCKED' back then, unfortunately.

Flash forward to now. I'm 24 years old. And I start seeing your posts about Sherlock. Like a sleeper agent, it awakens something in me. Yesterday, I spent a perfectly good Saturday - one I could have spent doing literally anything else - reading Johnlock fanfiction. I am suddenly re experiencing the show through new eyes, seeing all the queerbait I never did before. Getting hate-crimed on the daily. I'm thinking about Sherlock at work, at my adult fucking job. I'm watching scenes from the show on youtube in my office, quickly and guiltily clicking away whenever a coworker comes to chat. I am considering doing my own rewatch. I am realizing for the first time that John and Sherlock were literally in love. It's the only lens through which you can view the show and still have it be somewhat enjoyable. They literally put Mary in a wedding dress shooting Sherlock in his mind palace on TV. I feel like I'm having a religious experience, I feel like I'm insane, I feel like I'm 13 again. This is all vaguely November 5th-ish for me lol.

Anyway. I just thought you should know the impact your rewatch is having on the population. Sorry for the novel in your inbox. I've been desperately trying to find my old Sherlock x Molly fanfic to read for the lols but I think I deleted it off ffnet. I am both having the time of my life while also desperately hoping I forget Sherlock ever existed again soon. So, basically - thank you/curse you for this.

This is perhaps the best ask I’ve ever received?? I converted a sherlolly shipper in the year 2023? Listen I’d never wish a season 4 rewatch on anyone but I would highly recommend watching s1-2 and the wedding episode for a truly out of body experience. I felt more strongly about this show/ship than any other in my life and it was STILL worse than I remembered

[sushirrrry]

i just have to come on here & say how freakin amazing & supportive you guys are 😭 I love the recognition for the writing I do, & the way you guys immediately support it

idk it just means so much to log on here & to see that & IDK IT JUST GOTTA GET IN MY FEELINGS FOR A MOMENT

alsoooo wanna address three things!

I always receive your inbox requests and I always pick through those first when I decide what to write. I'm not a fast writer, I'm a thorough writer, so pls don't think I'm ignoring your requests!!! I'm not at all – I just have to write what feels good so I can get it out faster! please always send requests for what you want to see, or just come chat!

second –I literally have no idea how tag lists work and I try to remember but I'm just a silly wattpad writer & we don't do that 😭 so I'm sorry that I always forget about that but that just means you gotta come check out what I'm doing more often!!!

third – this is not a complaint in the slightest, but I do have to address it: I know you guys get excited about reading things, but pls pls know that if I don't post on time/it takes me a while, I'm a full time worker, grad school student who just bought my first house. this is real life, & I am working in the small times between those things to make sure that you have something to read (for free). so pls keep that in mind before you go to my inbox and ask "when are you posting" "where is the one shot" "how much longer": pls know that I'm aware & I'm trying ♥️

but overall, just thank you sm ♥️ a smaller blurb is coming today, but my inbox is allllllways open for my requests — nothing is ever off limits btw

loveeee you!

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 25

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Author's Note:

This part briefly mentions food and calorie/ serving measuring. I know food can be scary sometimes, but please try to remember that food is a friend and is good for us! I know it can be difficult and that's okay, my inbox is a safe space if ever you need a chat, please do not be scared to drop me a message.

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Sam had overestimated the ability of his friend's fake ID making, he did not realise that a fake passport was much more complex than that of a normal ID card. 4 hours of working on the passport had then turned into a beer, which turned into multiple beers which then led him to falling asleep on his friend's sofa for the night. Granted he felt extremely bad for, what was her name? His beautiful soon to be bride? It did not matter to him now what her name was, for now, according to her passport her name was Sofia Michaelson and soon she would be Sofia Todd, there would be no way of anyone tracking her down. He did feel guilty that she had missed out on a meal but one meal would not hurt her, after all, the meals he was making for her he was measuring to be sure. He needed his future bride to be healthy. Not underweight, not overweight, not malnourished, not lacking any important vitamins. Sam had always wanted the perfect wife and perfect woman to mother his children, he had to do everything in his power to keep it so.

After parking his car on his driveway and turning off the engine, he felt a smile come to his lips. His plan had finally worked. He was finally going to get the most beautiful and submissive little wife to be by his side. Sure, things may not be perfect right away, but he would get her to love him. He would find a way to completely put out the fire that the woman had, hell, he had already started doing that. Maybe one day she would come to love him, but until then he had her, they'd be legally married on a piece of paper and he would be able to condition her to be his completely. 

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam calls through the house as he walks in and shuts the front door behind him before walking up the stairs leading to the room he had kept her in. "I'm so sorry I was out so long, things took an unexpected turn, but don't you worry I didn't forget your period things."

Pulling out his keys once again, he grabs the key to the room before unlocking it. He loved nothing more than seeing his beautiful girl, just the mere thought that he had perfection in his own house made him beam brighter.

"I promise I'm going to-" He starts as he unlocks the door before stopping himself mid-sentence. 

Instead of being met by his wonderful now Sofia, he glances upon the room that is now empty. The window was smashed, she must have jumped out. Going over to the window in the hopes that she was there he was met with the realisation that she had indeed fled. All that remained was a small trace of her blood on the smashed window. He had to hand it to her, she played a convincing case to him. He did not expect her to have done this. But now he had to find her. He could not let her go running back to the police, not after all his hard work. He could not let her go running back to the bastard that had tried phoning her so many times. What was his name again? Andy? No, She was his and his alone, he was not about to share his masterpiece with some idiotic emo looking guy who let her walk, she deserved better than that. Sam was convinced that he could provide her that better too if she just allowed him to.

"You little bitch!" Sam shouts at the smashed window before storming out of the room and back down the stairs. 

Surely she could not have gotten far. She was injured. If the cut to her porcelain skin was not enough to slow her down, the fall from the window would have left its impact on her. He was determined to find her, even if it meant driving around the whole of Seattle.

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 Every step that Delia took felt torturous. Climbing out of the window, she had managed to cut the side of her ribcage open, thankfully not deep enough that it bled for ages but enough to create a stinging sensation at every movement she made. She was convinced she had broken her left ankle from the fall, she had to try her hardest not to fall over every time she put weight on it and the pain was unbearable. Climbing the fence proved harder than she thought for too, especially with her newly busted-up foot. In the process of climbing, she had also managed to cut open her right leg. But alas, she managed to make it out and flee the house. She ended up spending the night on a bench in the park nearby, thankfully the trees and bushes surrounding it kept her hidden out of plain sight as she took the opportunity to lie down on it. She had no idea what time it was or even how long she had been missing, all she knew was that she was away from Sam and that was progress.

As she rested she was begging that Sam would not find her. She was also contemplating whether she would continue to move away from the location and find someone or anything that could help her or if she just rest her aching body, as she quickly watched the night fall over the sky above her, she decided that rest would be the better option. However sleep did not come to her that night, instead she was lying down shivering, paranoid by every rustle of the leaves and every sound she heard.

As the sun began to rise hours later, that's when she decided to start moving again. Maybe Sam would forget her and move on to someone else. No. She had to report him before he could do that. She could not let another woman fall into his arms. After an excruciating walk that must have taken her about an hour, it was probably a 20-minute walk but in her state took much longer, she finally stumbled upon a gas station; she was just glad to see that she was indeed still in Seattle, based on the signs that surrounded her. Maybe she could borrow someone's phone? She could contact the group and get herself some help.

"Excuse me" Delia politely smiles at a woman nearby.

"If you're wanting money, then no I don't have any to give. Have a nice day." The woman dismisses her before climbing into the car and driving off. Delia had not had a chance to check herself over but based on that reaction she must have looked terrible.

"Excuse me." Delia tries again, this time finding a man dressed in a suit.

"Can I help you miss?" He turns around smiling before his face drops as if he had seen a ghost. "My word, you're the girl on the news!"

"The news?" She asks confused.

"You've been missing for a few days, presumed to have been taken by the murderer, but how are you here? Am I going crazy?"

"No, I assure you you're not. I managed to escape." Delia tries to smile despite her pain "Could I please borrow your phone so I could call my friends? He took my phone from me."

"Yes of course dear. Although would you not be better off calling the police?" He smiles warmly at her.

"I just, I need to let my friends know I'm okay and tell them where I am first. I don't know how much time I have or if the guy who took me will find me again. Where are we exactly?" Delia begs.

"Yes, of course, we're at gas station 76, 10th Avenue." The man smiles before handing Delia his phone.

"Thank you." Delia breathes feeling a small sense of relief wash over her. Immediately she begins calling the one number of the group she had somehow memorised.

"Hello?" She hears through the phone after a few seconds of ringing, the smile instantly flooded her face hearing the familiar voice.

"Andy, it's Delia." She speaks back feeling calm just from knowing she was talking to Andy again.

"Delia?" Andy half shouts before she hears a thud and a muffled mumble of the word 'crap', she could guess he had dropped his phone in shock; not that she would blame him. "Guys, it's Delia." 

"Delia? Where are you?" She then heard the voice of Shevy, Andy must have put her on loudspeaker.

"I'm at Gas Station 76 on 10th Avenue. I managed to escape, but I don't know how much time I have until he finds me, please hurry!" She begs through the phone.

"Okay I have the location up on my map, it's a 30-minute drive away!" Delia could then hear Jake, she could just imagine him pulling his phone out from his pocket and trying to be the tech nerd she knew he was.

"Okay, Delia, We'll be there as soon as we can. Try to hide out of plain sight if you can so the monster does not find you again. I'll look for you and call your name. Are you hurt?" Andy asks frantically as she then hears a lot of shuffling indicating that her friends are on the move to get to her.

"No, no I'm not. I'm okay." Delia lies. She could already hear the panic in Andy's voice, she did not want to worry him any more than he was.

"We'll be there soon okay? Please stay safe." Andy begs her.

"I will." She smiles, nodding even though she knew he could not see her, before ending the call and handing the guy his phone back. "Thank you."

"Well look, my car is just over there. I'll stay in the area until your friends are here to make sure you're safe." The man smiles before walking off; what he did not tell her was that he was also planning on phoning the police as soon as he got to his car. He could not just leave this woman for dead.

Sitting down on the footpath near the gas station all she could now do was wait, yet she was feeling hopeful. Her friends were on their way to come and pick her up, her wounds could get treated at the hospital and she would be safe. She was not sure how the time was passing her by, but eventually, she found herself smiling and humming 'The King of Pain' to herself; the song that Andy had silently dedicated to her on so many occasions. Yes, he had hurt her, but she also knew she ended up hurting him, and in this moment all she wanted was him. Surely she could give him a chance if she pulls through all the chaos. She's going to need to rely on her family and friends, she knew that, so why not start there?

"There you are!" Delia heard a familiar voice shout.

Shit, Sam had found her. All that hope she was feeling, all that joy passing through her body, it had suddenly dissolved into nothing.

[obscureother]

Howdy Obscure! My name is um uhhh wait hold on um-- *checks my long list* well it's primarily Tex, nice to meet you! My ask box is always open to chat and talk about your f/os and thoughts and how you're doing :>! Please don't be shy, it's always open and I'm always happy to chat ♡

Wanted to start by asking you how Data helps you study for uni- I imagine he has a lot of different techniques and can be very helpful in assisting you with focusing and remembering things ♡!

Also, please tell me about your s/i or oc you think about when you think of Data ♡?

Hope this finds you well!

Tex @tex-treasures

omg hi!! hello tex :0 thx u for the inbox!!

yes, we love data here, i presume you are also a data fan uvu i have since graduated from college this past fall, but he does still help me manage other things!! he is going to help me with job interviews soon too.

but data just did a lot of helping me keep on task with his presence. he would watch me get distracted and redirect me, especially when i was really not doing great.

"It would seem that you are resorting to procrastination again. In order for you to obtain your degree, you need to return to your homework."

"but tumblr :(("

"I understand your enjoyment and relief from your blog, but did you not tell me to guide you back to your more important task at hand. . ?"

"you right data, im sorry. . 😔"

"It is alright. You are doing your best. You have made progress so far. I have a hologram displaying your progress in completing this assignment based on the rubric your professor has provided. As you can see, you are close to finishing. By my estimations, you should be completed with this assignment within the next hour. Then you can return to your. . blor-boes. ."

Other times he would remind me of organization skills ive heard about from other people or online, or things that he thinks of to help me keep from forgetting things. I had some professors who like. . omg they blew up that little side dashboard with tons of little bitty quizzes on canvas and i couldnt see the rest of the stuff i had to do. . and so he helped me write down my own version of keeping up with things. Or if i already had a method for something, he would simply remind me of them!!

"It is probably best that you log this assignment for future reference in your journal."

"omg yeah thx. ."

He also kind of. . helps me get in tune for explaining things on presentation type assignments, and if i have to in a job, he will probably help me sit in the interview and answer questions for whoever talks to me. He's very cool and helpful with his. . "controlled" might not be the right word for his overall vibe. . but he just kind of goes along things in a way that helps me keep on track or get on the focus train.

🌑

For the OC part of the question, i honestly havent quite. . gotten too far into how she goes into the universe of Star Trek. I am still trying to learn star trek as i go, im sure i would say something and every fan would go "WRONG. your WRONG. thats not how the enterprise works. thats not how the federation DOES. youre WRONG. RGFD-"

so ngl my view of the world is still very new. . but i watch a lot of next gen. and i assume moe would either be like. . an alien they come across, and she runs around helping them on the ship or goes exploring in her little space pod and bumps into them on adventures sometimes like "omg hi guys :0 hey gang, how's it going, picard is still bald i see?? <33 hi dataa!! :D"

that or, i mean, theyve also just had loads of races come through the academy. it is possible she went through there as like. . a biology field like i would do. thats what my major is too. so she would wind up on the ship and help with other alien species and aminols :D

she has a similar role in a totally different movie, Galaxy of Terror, except she has to hide being an alien there. . but yes, moe is a silly little fox alien thing in star trek and vibes with everybody, sometimes she is an emotional support fox uvu she has a fox form she can turn into and will just like. . sit on people's laps. they're stuck in a wormhole? oh its ok. dont cry. goofy fox goober on your lap, look!! and they just put moe on their lap or something and she looks up like ":D"

she also loves to play with Data's cat, Spot. She loves kibbies. Data f/o has a sort of like. . mini-f/o in my brain, the pet f/o that comes with him. you cant have data without Spot, how could you. So she likes to play with Spot, and likes to visit data in his little quarters sometimes. She is also. . trying to understand humans. I have found that not only am i probably autibic, but evidently a lot of autibic people relate to data for a reason. so do i, so it would only make sense on both sides. . but in short, what im trying to say, is she also struggles understanding things, so they help each other both try to figure out humans. Like, she has tried explaining that humor, to her understanding, seems to in part come from absurdity of the situation. Like the reason why it would be funny of say, like. . idk, just a basic level resident on the enterprise joking about giving the captain commands is because of how bizarre it would be for a lower rank to order the highest rank on the ship around. . and hopes that makes a little more sense to data then.

in turn, data will also like. . explain or reword patterns and behaviors he sees to moe so that she can finally go "oohhhh. . thats why people were mad at me for saying that thing. . i thought i was just helping :("

"Yes, I too have experienced such conundrums. . but I believe it can be perceived as rude to tell someone how to improve on a mistake in certain contexts."

so theres kind of a general gist of the two!! and him existing :0 sorry if this was too long or the formatting gets wonky, my tumblr doesnt always like to color correctly jshfks- but thx for giving questions or thoughts!! hope you have a wonderful day/night :0 thx u!!

Data also appreciates the gesture of your interest.

[yakuzacanons]

I'm loving your blog so much!!! I really enjoy your headcanons! ^w^ May I request a part 2 of the "how they would text you" headcanons? I'd love to see how Ryuji would text!

Yes, absolutely! Also, to the rest of my inbox, I go beddy soon (the movie double feature was like 6 hours and I am exhausted) but I will get to the other asks TOMORROW, pinky promise. Headcanons below da cut as per usual. Goog nite.

Ryuji Goda

Decent at texting but his reply times are terrible. He often just forgets to check his phone. Even if he sees the notification, he's the type of person to think "Oh I'll reply to them soon" and forget because he feels in his brain as if he did already reply by just thinking about it. Sends lots of pictures of clothes, jewelry, and the like and asks what your opinions are on them. He knows what emojis are but can never decipher what emotion they are actually trying to convey. Absolutely not up to date on texting slang and tends to type pretty formally.

Ryuji: I meant to text back earlier but I ended up forgetting because I was so busy, my apoliogies.

You: (¬､¬)

Ryuji: Does that image mean you are mad at me or that you are happy to hear from me?

You: What do YOU think?! ⸨◺_◿⸩

Ryuji: Ah, the former then. That one is particularly scary looking.

Nishikiyama Akira

Probably the fastest texter of all the characters and the quickest to reply. He's usually good at being up to date on more modern things, at least better than Kiryu is. Flirtatious texter and most likely to send "You up?" texts. Totally loves sending you selfies when he's really feeling himself. Also sends pictures of really good views he finds, like from a rooftop in Kamurocho with a great view of the city lights.

Nishiki: Hey, check out the view from this restaurant.

You: Oh wow, very pretty.

Nishiki: It would be even prettier if you were here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

You: Nishiki!

Nishiki: Lol, sorry, couldn't help myself ★~(◡ω◡✿)

Daigo Dojima

Primarily uses his phone for work so he's pretty quick to check notifications or respond to messages. Prefers phone calls as he can hear your voice and it makes for a nice break from all the other mundane calls or important emails at work. Rarely if ever sends pictures via text and selfies make him camera shy but if you're very close to him, you could totally twist his arm into participating. Surprisingly has a decent grasp on emojis.

You: How're you doing?

Daigo: Tired. Long meeting. ╥﹏╥

You: I believe in you! I'll treat you to dinner afterwards so do your best.

Daigo: Ah, that's very kind, thank you. I look forward to it. ( ◡‿◡ *)

Mine Yoshitaka

The worst texter. He's super dry in his responses, never uses emojis, and is very good at forgetting to check his texts. He mostly uses his cell phone for work so when he isn't work, he has notifications silenced. However, if you're very important to him, he will enable the buzzer on his phone so you can get through to him. In contrast, he's the best at taking pictures of you using a cell phone. Never has his phone out during meals as he doesn't want to be rude. Would prefer to video chat the most as it's the next best thing to actually seeing you.

You: Mine, are you even actually reading my texts?

Mine: Sorry, I was working out.

You: It's okay, you can make it up to me by sending me a post-workout selfie. ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Mine: You think you're funny, huh? Fine, just because I like you.

[freedomfireflies]

I totally agree with you! Sometimes relaxing time is all you need! 💗

Oh that sounds dreamy! Glad you had a nice time baby! 🥰 Summer drives are the best! Such a vibe! Don't forget to stay hydrated because heat can be challenging 😩

Always love chatting with you too 💕 Hope you are having a nice week so far too baby 💕

The way I'm going through my inbox and am JUST seeing this??? I'M SO SORRY MY ANGEL FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER 😭💞💞💞

I hope you're doing well and that the week is treating you kindly!!! ALSO SAME, PLS STAY HYDRATED, TOO!!!

I adore chatting with you so so much 🥹💞💞 I always giggle when we do hehe

[the-doll-in-red]

Blog Rules

[REMINDER: This is just an ask blog! This isn't an RP blog! If you want to RP, then you can go to my other Red blog!]

I realized I forgot to make this, so I'll do that now.

Please keep your questions appropriate. Nothing NSFW. I will ignore it if you send an NSFW ask. Also make sure you're not sending paragraphs. It takes too long to read through and leaves me with less time to answer other asks.

Don't spam my inbox. There's literally no need for that. My inbox is always empty, so I'm guaranteed to see it.

As silly as it is, please don't mention other AUs to the characters. They don't need to know.

This blog takes place on the surface, several years later. Meaning everyone is older than how they were in the game. Don't forget that bit of info!

I try to take weekend breaks from my blogs to avoid burnout. You can still send asks, I just won't answer them until Monday rolls in, so please keep that in mind. This is all I can think of right now, but I will add more if I think of any. Have a nice day!

Also! The Discord server is finally up and running! I'm sorry you had to wait for so long, but thank you for being patient with me. Invite will be below this line of text. Hope to see you there! (and please make sure you read the rules)

Also check out @doll-in-the-oasis, an Ask & RP blog for the Undertale Yellow version of Red! (Please remember this Red and the UTY Red are two different Reds)

And check out @dark-world-ballerina if you're looking for something Deltarune related!

If you're interested in my new small UTY AU, Stray Star, check out @dad-of-the-wild-east if you'd like!

And if you're Pokémon fans, be sure to check out @champion-via (ask blog) and @professormaplesstudy (headcanon blog) if you'd like! Both blogs have been quiet for a long time and could use some dusting off.

[This blog is run by @redhoodangel and @ciennathedreemurr]

[iguana-eyanna]

Requests for a limited time!

New rules will apply:

one request per person

you're able to request any of the characters I have written in my masterlist (if i haven't wrote them yet, ask!)

you're able to message me through the inbox/chat (no anonymous or profiles with no feed)

I will communicate updates on your fic if it takes longer than expected

choose up to 2 prompts from the list below created by @creativepromptsforwriting (came across this and got inspired so ty!)

"Just one of those days, I guess."

"This makes it easier to identify them."

"Have you ever had friendship bracelets?"

"Feel free to walk all over me."

"You're the one stirring the pot."

"I feel like you don't actually believe me."

"What a tragedy this is."

"This will be permanent."

"Oh well, nothing I can do about it now."

"The media is lying to you - and so is everyone else."

"Just gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

"Silly me to assume you would care."

"You should clean the mess you make."

"My life is amazing, it really is."

"Nothing to complain here."

"I can't believe that we finally made it."

"Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Mark my words, this will not end cute."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"You look hot, mama."

"Can you bail me out? Please?"

"What a silly thing to say."

"So, this is it? Really?"

"It will never be truly over."

"That is a fascinating tattoo that you have."

"You're going to jail for this."

"What a dramatic exit."

"I know your friends."

"A seat will be assigned to you shortly."

"Here is a list of all the ways you are wrong."

"We should talk about what happened."

"Do you have your ticket ready?"

"I'm sorry, but our personal goals just don't match up."

"The boxes are all labeled incorrectly."

"Well, you should've listened to me."

"Tragic. That outfit is a disaster."

"I'm sitting front row. I always do."

"Oh you silly little thing."

"What is your star sign?"

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Can't say I'm that surprised."

"Truly legendary."

"Please, sing for me!"

"You are a true party pooper."

"No means don't even try."

"I want to find my soulmate."

"Just forget what you heard."

"Why does this always happen to me?"

"Let's go out for a cheap dinner."

"I don't want to hear about it."

and now a gif that makes me feel things:

[boopshoops]

HFBDJDJFB AAAAA

GET TAGGED BACK, YOU'RE TOO SWEET

aight fuckers it's appreciation time CUZ I CARE U

LONG POST TIME HERE WE GO

@skriblee-ksk YOU. 🫵 you have been following my blog like. Almost since I first got on tumbly AND YOU're ALWAYS SO NICE. 💕💕

@stephiethewephie YOUR CHARACTERS!!! I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS AND WRITING U DESERVE MORE LOVE 💕 your comments always make laugh and smile when I see em >:D

@precariii my lovely darling girlboss wife partner girlf. I love u dearly. Smooches. Almost three years dating now!!! That's fuckin nuts. I care about you endlessly. You've been with me through thick and thin, and thinking about your smile and laugh gets me through my hardest days. Sappy? Yeah. 💕 (GUYS THE GAYS ARE FLIRTING ON MAIN???? 🤯)

@mllemony WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK ARF ARF 💕 (ok fr tho. We've been friends for. What? Nine years now almost??? Through cringefail and girlbosshood, we're still here chatting away. You always make me laugh, and I couldn't be more grateful to have you in my life)

@rizdoodls i- deadass went WAAAAAY back through my notifs to make this and I think you were my first follower? Which is wild??? Thank you??? I remember being like HOLY SHIT THIS ART IS FIRE AND THEY FOLLOWED ME???? WHOA. 💕

@cruel-acid YOUR ART STYLE IS SOOOOO PRETTYYYY. 💕💕💕💕 I wish you all the best 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Your line work,,, and the way you do traditional stuff? Chefs kiss

@twstinginthewind You tag me in cute little tag games and theyre so fun!!!! 🥺 i really appreciate it!!!! Im always happy when I see ya in my notifs!

@starry-night-rose BI/ACE GANG RISE UP YAAAAA 💕💕💕👋 You're always so nice!!! And i still think about that jerma meme. Eternally on my mind, just rent free there. Sparkle on ✨

@kitwasnothere ahhh yes, my first ever spam reblogger 💕 you are so SILLY I love seeing your comments on my posts! Care you ✨

@revolllutionary I still remember like... doing a double take when I IMMEDIATELY got your part of our art trade back like??? The same day?? 😭💕 I STILL HAVE THE PIECE SAVEDDD mua mua chefs kiss

@artfulhero-m YOU'RE SO NICE!! And you reblog my stuff a lot! I really really really appreciate you. AND HONESTLY I THOUGHT WE WERE MOOTS FOR LONGER SORRY I ONLY FOLLOWED BACK RECENTLY 😭

@ashipiko SHI-VERSE GANG RISE AAAA 💕 I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS! Ash is so silly and I love her and Ace's dynamic especially!!! Precious beans

@lowcallyfruity IT'S YOUR TURN 👋👋👋 Your tags??? Always make me laugh sm DNJSJDBF I genuinely really look forward to them and just seeing you in my feed in general!!!! 💕

@ceruleancattail i- don't think! I will ever forget the first ask u put in my inbox! Probably one of the nicest things ive ever heard!!! Teared up a bit!! And your writing skills are SUPERB. The way you can create such lively scenes and ideas just like SNAP is WILD!!

@cecilebutcher RAAAA I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS I LOVED DRAWING YOUR YUU!!! I plan on looking more through your master list at some point too!!! The way you write to subtly capture each characters personality in all the little details still enchants me, amazing >:D

@hallowed-delights I'm still blown away by your large collection of wonderful OCs!!!!! And I still love the part of the art trade you gave meee 🥺🥺💕 I hope you're doing well!!!

@viilpstick AAAAA IK I HAVEN'T INTERACTED AS MUCH LATELY BUT YOU'RE A SWEETHEART!! I want to learn more about your OCs!!!! I always smile when I see ya in my notifs. Have a lovely day pls 💕💕

@justm3di0cr3 I LOVE OUR CHATS!! Ik I like- have a bit of a hard time conversing sob- BUT i am more than glad when I hear from you, you're free to enter my dms and inbox as you please 💕💛

@shinysparklesapphires PLS YOU'RE SO FUNNY- AND KIND!! I am grateful for whenever ya come around to checkin on me, and your art is EYE CANDY! I love the use of bright colors! It makes everything pop

@kirexa I have learned a bounty of valuable knowledge about snakes after following you, thank you! You're such a kind friend, even if I have trouble interacting at times JFNDJDJDB 💕💕

@cheerleaderman YOUR ART IS SOOOOO CUTE! I adore your style!!!! The way you draw characters makes me want to affectionately hug and squish them 💕

@techno-danger I love our theory/concept chats about TWST ehehe >:), they're so fun! Cheers to the lore 🥂 I hope you're well!!! Lmk if you need any specific cards for upcoming battles!

@scint1llat3 YOUR YUUS ARE SO ADORABLE HELP. i love your lil comics... theyre so precious and heartwarming and silly 💕

@valse-a-mille-temps AAAARGH YOUR CHARACTERS ARE SO PRETTY??? YOUR ART??? BEAUTIFUL?? CHARACTER DESIGNS???? 💥💥💥💕 i implode, it's all lovely

@thelamentknight I still can't believe we're moots now after I found ya on youtube!! You're so funny and I really appreciate your rbs!!!! 💕💕🥺

@oya-oya-okay You are SO sweet. Your art and comics are adorable, as well as your characters >:) I deadass know next to nothing about black butler but I look forward to your comics all the same! 💕💕💕

@thehollowwriter QUINN! Your fics are god tier. They have me SO invested in the elements and characters you create. I love seeing your OCs in my inbox 💕💕

AND MORE!!!! I DID NOT FORGET YOU OTHER MOOTS!!! (I literally went through all my follower notifs to make this JFNDJDH) You're all very talented, kind, creative individuals and I am more than honored to have ya on my dash, though I wish tumblr would let me see more of ya >:( I want to get to know yall better! Don't be afraid to hmu in dms or in my ask box! 💕 this goes for followers too!

US:

hey moots lets start a wholesome chain because i think it’s very well needed tonight 🫶🏻 no rules, just reblog & tag people who you love very much and think deserve the world !!

@snobwaffles @dumbificat @soleillunne @manumimiii @xianyoon @blue-b3rries @sparklyspring @hwaitham @bunicate @nervocat @yaminohimeyume @ryuryuryuyurboat @auroratumbles @mikacynth @/heiayen @www-brontide + all the members of ecrin & anyone reading this !!

ehe… uhm my first time startin one of these i just wanna spread some positivity, i don’t like seeing people down n’ stuff 🥺

[caseythebunnyboy]

! MINORS, HOMO/TRANSPHOBES, TERFS/RADFEM, PRO-ANA, DETRANS/MISGENDER KINK, STRAIGHT MEN, STRAIGHT WOMEN & LESBIAN ONLY BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !

!! WARNING !! this blog will contain hardcore kinks. please don't scroll through my blog if you are sensitive to these things, prioritize yourself.

hello, my name is casey! iam an 18 y/o, 5'4, south-east asian trans boy (he/him exclusively) that is going to be running this tumblr blog! im a bottom switch, which means that i prefer to be the one getting penetrated, but i can be both dom and/or sub while doing so.

taken emoji anons: 🗝️ || 🚂 || 🧸 || 🍅 || 👁️ || 🐺 || 🐦 || 🏹 || 🥀 || 🍡 || 🎸 || 👑🖤 ||

what i will be posting: mainly kinky text posts, nsfw art of myself, and sometimes ill show off my body in a nice outfit when im feeling more confident!

rules & info:

if you cross my boundaries 3 times, i will block you, no exceptions. depending on the severity of the crossing, i might block you instantly with no second chances.

if your blog makes me uncomfortable or i get a bad feeling from it, im blocking you.

sexting and roleplaying with me in my dms is allowed, but i will not send photos to you in dms! i dont feel comfortable doing that. so only strictly texting! i am fine with people sending me videos and photos though, but it depends on what you'll send me.

atleast say hi before chatting me, had someone say "worthless cunt" as their first dm and i blocked them lmao, its not hot to me. greeting me first would be nice.

if you are going to sext and/or rp with me, please keep my kink and no-no lists in mind, i have boundaries too.

only those that arent women and arent exclusively attracted to only women are allowed to sext with me. sorry to the women out there who wanted to, but im not attracted to you... but im sure you're still very pretty, and theres many other people who'd want to chat with you!

what to call my genitals: cock, dick, boy cunt, cunt, cunny, boypussy, bunny pussy, wet hole, front hole, little/small/tight hole, needy hole, bunny hole! (please dont call it a vagina, clit or just "pussy" by itself. only calling it a "pussy" without my preferred additions is something i can excuse sometimes, but i dont like it. vagina and clit will get u straight up blocked.)

what to call my chest area: chest. thats it. if you call it tits, boobs, or anything like that i will block you. even if you say "boy tits" or "man boobs" you are still getting blocked. its either you only refer to it as a chest or you never refer to it at all.

inbox and asks are always open! please send me threats of what you'll do to me if you find me, what you want to do to me, and if you got off to anything i post 💜

my kinks: cnc, somno, teacher/student, power imbalance/dynamic, roleplaying, voice kink, degrading and/or praising me, dry humping/grinding, humiliation, free use, gangbang, overstim, edging, orgasm control/denial, impact play, begging, namecalling, pet play, watersports, monsterfucking, tentacles, breeding (no preg, makes me dysphoric), creampie (also no preg, same reason), cum dump, bondage, shibari, being punished, manhandling, size kink, treating me like your toy, making me into a sex slave, being protective/possessive, dumbification, claiming, jealous/angry sex, rough sex, and teasing. (theres prob alot more but theres so many that i forget lol)

kinks that are hard no's: feet, knife/gunplay, feeder/feedee, ed, choking, scat, vomit, age play, misgendering kink, detrans kink, calling me any term mainly used for women (good girl, queen, princess, babygirl, using she/her for me), drug play, bioessentialism, pregnancy, forced feminization, and gore.

things i like being called: baby boy, bunny boy, little bunny, little boy, cunt boy, bunny, bun bun

tags: #casey ★ grumbling for little (often nsfw) text posts/rambles/thoughts that i dont think are interesting enough to be in other tags, #casey ★ mumbling for text posts, #casey ★ answering for ask posts, #casey ★ doodling for drawings, #casey ★ peeking for body pictures, #casey ★ speaking for important announcements/posts, and #casey ★ sharing for reblogs!

also! this is all a fantasy, i do not actually want this to happen to me. consent and safety is very important in kink, sex and bdsm. i do not condone these actions being done unconsensually.

thats all! i hope my blog can make your dicks throb 💜

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in a Wish

Summary - Part 17 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - mentions of miscarriage, mentions of drowning

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

“Hey, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone out here upset?” 

You look up to see who’s talking to you: it’s a tall man, probably around Dean’s height, he’s bald with tribal-style tattoos running up his neck and over his head and face. You offer him a weak smile and mutter out an excuse, “Rough call with my fiance, that’s all. I should get inside.”

“Sorry about that. Here let me help,” the man says as he offers you his hand. As he stretches out his arm you can see there are tattoos running up his arm too. Against your better judgement, you take his hand and let him help you up. As your hand touches yours, his tattoos and eyes glow bright blue and you black out.

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You wake up in a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. You roll over and come face-to-face with Dean, but he looks more relaxed than ever. As if he was lying there waiting for you to wake up he kisses you.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. How’d my girls sleep?”

“Girls?”

You feel him reach his hand down and rub it over your stomach, which you now notice is the size of a basketball. “You sleep so well you forget about all the grief this little one’s been giving you?”

“Oh yeah, best I’ve slept in a long time,” you lie. 

“That’s good to hear. I was thinking how about I finally put the cot back together today? You’ve been riding me about it for weeks and you’re right, she’s gonna be here before we know it. But I finally have a day off and I’m gonna make it all about my girls.”

“A day off? Right, from hunting…”

“Are you still in your dreams, sweetie? A day off from the garage. I haven’t hunted in years, not since before Sammy jr was born.”

Just as he says that a little boy that perfectly resembles his father runs in and jumps on your bed. “Mama! Dada! Morning!”

“Good morning, champ! How about we go make Mama some breakfast?”

“Yeah!”

Dean gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting up and picking up the small child and carrying him out of the room while they laugh the whole time. The sight warms your heart, this is your ultimate dream but you can’t help but feel like something is wrong. You stand up and walk around the room looking for anything that could give you more information about your situation. You find a photo album in the cupboard as you flick through the pages you see photos of you and Dean standing in a field – you in a fancy white dress and him in a black suit with a white bow tie – with your arms around each other and the widest smiles on your faces. That’s when you notice the rings on your finger, one is familiar but the simple white gold band that sits above it is new. As you keep flicking through the album you see various photos of you with a gradually growing belly and then there are photos of you and Dean in a delivery room holding an infant who you can only assume is the boy downstairs with his father now. As you finish flicking through the book the absence of some very important people stands out to you. You put the album back on the shelf and pull on a dressing gown and join the boys downstairs. 

“Hey, honey, I was thinking maybe we should invite Sam and Bobby over for dinner before the baby’s born.”

Dean stops whisking and rounds the bench putting his hands on your forearms. “The baby brain’s bad today…I just never thought you’d be able to forget that…” You stare at him blankly so he continues, “They’re gone, baby. They sacrificed themselves so we could get out remember? This better not be a prank, it’s not funny. You know how guilty I feel and how much I miss them.”

“I’m really sorry, Dean,” you hang your head feeling bad for upsetting him, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I don’t know where my memories at today.”

“It’s okay, it’s the baby. You were like this with Sammy jr too, maybe not this bad but you always forgot where you put anything. It’s part of the process, it will all be worth it when she’s in our arms.”

He kisses your cheek and goes back to the kitchen where the toddler is making a mess of the ingredients. You smile weakly at the mess and walk out of the room. You find an office off the kitchen and go in and sit at the desk in front of the big desktop computer. When you turn it on you’re met with a photo of you, Dean and Sammy jr all smiling in a park. You open the internet browser and start searching for any demonic omens or strange occurrences recently. There’s none. The last signs you can find are from four years ago. You find articles talking about a range of apocalypse-level disasters that came and miraculously cleared within a few months. You’re interrupted from your research when you feel tapping on your leg. 

“Mama, breakfast ready.”

“Thank you, uh, Sammy. I’ll come out in a second.”

“You okay, mama?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay. Let’s go have some of that yummy breakfast you and daddy cooked.” You shut off the computer, stand up and pick up the toddler by your side. He starts laughing as you carry him with you to the kitchen where Dean’s serving out three plates of pancakes and bacon. 

“That smells amazing, honey. What do you think little guy?”

“Yeah, smells yummy!” he laughs out as you place him on the stool at the kitchen island. He starts happily eating the pancakes that Dean sliced into bite-sized pieces for him. You take a seat beside him and start eating in an attempt to appear normal to them. Dean rounds the counter and takes a seat next to you rubbing your back before digging into his own breakfast. As you eat you look over at the boy and man next to you; this is your dream, so why does it feel so wrong? 

Once you finish eating you get up to do the dishes but Dean stops you and takes your plate. “Nope, I got this. You go rest.”

“You cooked, I can’t sit around and do nothing.”

“You’re eight months pregnant, yes you can. Plus, you always do so much for us, so today while I’m home you’re not to lift a finger. You can take a nice long bath, catch up on that book you’ve been complaining you haven’t had time to read, watch a movie, whatever you want. Today is about you. So you go relax, I’ll tidy up here, build the crib and then I’ll take Junior to the park and wear him out so we can have a quiet afternoon on the couch, where I’m gonna give you the best foot massage of your life.” You open your mouth to protest but he stops you with a kiss, “No excuses, go relax.”

Defeated you go sit on the couch. You surf through the channels absentmindedly. This is the treatment you’re used to – Dean taking over and telling you to rest, although his reaction to you bringing up Sam and Bobby concerns you. Generally, whenever you bring up a lost one it ends in a fight. Where’s the arguing that’s always been such a significant part of your relationship? And how can Sam be gone? You were just with him in Illinois on a hunt. And you were at Bobby’s house days ago. The sinking feeling in your stomach grows.

Moments later you’re stripped from your thoughts. “Mama, can we watch cartoons? Scooby please?”

“Uh…sure, honey.” You flick through the channels looking for the cartoon channel. As soon as you find it Sammy jr climbs up on the couch beside you and snuggles into your side intently watching the TV. You run your fingers through his short brown hair and down his back. “You know, your daddy used to like Scooby Doo. I didn’t know him then but I’ve heard stories of when he was a kid, a few years older than you, he used to love watching this show. His favourite was Daphne, who’s your favourite?”

“I like Scooby!”

“Yeah, Scooby’s great.”

Dean comes in and joins you, sitting beside Sammy Jr. “Oooh, Scooby-Doo. I know we just had breakfast but I brought you two some snacks. I’m gonna go upstairs and put that cot together, you enjoy,” he says as he hands you a bowl of assorted fruits all cut into shapes. He places a kiss on Sammy’s head and then gets up and goes upstairs. 

Just over an hour later Dean returns downstairs and sits down beside you and Sammy jr. “The cot’s all done, the nursery is ready for our little girl,” he says as he rubs your massive tummy. “I’ve also run you a warm bubble bath so you can go relax while I take this one to the P A R K to wear him out.”

“You’re the best husband ever. There’s no way you’re real.”

“One hundred per cent real and all yours, baby. You enjoy your relaxing bath and we’ll be back soon. Come on, Bud, do you wanna come on an adventure with Daddy?”

“Yeah! ‘Venture!”

“Alright, go upstairs and I’ll help you get ready for our adventure.”

The little boy jumps up and bounds up the stairs. Dean stands up and helps you up slowly, leading you to your shared ensuite. When you walk in you’re met with an overwhelming scent of roses and the flickering lights of candles. He helps you undress and get into the tub. Once you’re settled he kisses your lips softly and stands up to find the little boy. 

You let the warm water and relaxing scent wash over you. Before long you hear the door open and shut downstairs, after that, your mind wanders back to your earlier thoughts. An image of the blue light and tattoos flashes in your mind. 

“Son of a bitch! It was a djinn!”

Knowing the best way to save yourself from a djinn is to kill yourself in the dream world to wake up, you pull your head underwater. You let all the air out from your lungs. Your throat and chest start to burn, your lungs screaming at you to pull up for air. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to push through the pain needing to return to the real world; to your real Sam and Dean. You want this dream so badly, but not at the expense of Sam and Bobby. You’re determined to find another way to escape without losing them. The burning in your lungs grows as you fight against it. You start to feel your pulse slow as you struggle to control your mind.

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[leviathans-watching]

Diavolo fluff please!! I love him so much and I think I’ve read each and every diavolo fic on tumblr.

[P.S. drink water and don’t forget to take a break]

diavolo proposing

includes: diavolo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list

a/n: i love him too so i hope you enjoy!! take care of yourself too <33 my inbox is open to req, leave feedback, or chat, so come say hello!!

please reblog :3

“wow, diavolo, the sunset is stunning!” you take in all of the vibrant colors, eyes wide. your gaze is completely focused on the scene in front of you, the reflection of it on the water. when diavolo had suggested the lake getaway, you’d been all for it, and you were so happy you’d been able to go.

“not as stunning as something else i see,” diavolo’s voice is low, catching your attention. you turn, confused, then gasp. he’s on one knee, looking at you carefully.

“is this-” you choke out, and diavolo nods.

“it is. i, uh, i had a whole speech prepared, but what it boils down to is this: mc, i love you. please make me the happiest demon in the world and marry me.”

“yes, god, yes,” you whisper, giving him your hand. he slides on the brilliant ring, kissing your knuckles. “the ring is beautiful.”

“it was my parents’,” diavolo says, standing. “they’d want you to have it.”

your eyes fill with tears, but you determinedly blink them back, reaching out to cup his face. the red and gold in your ring compliment him perfectly. “i love you,” you say, then crush him into a kiss.

“i love you too,” he says, pulling back after a few moments. “so much. i’m sorry for forgetting my speech.”

“it’s okay,” you say. “it was perfect.”

“i’m glad,” diavolo says, kissing you again. it’s tender, this time, sweet and warm. it’s like he’s trying to convey just how much he loves you through his lips alone. “thank you for saying yes.”

“did you think i was going to refuse?”

“no,” diavolo says, “but i was nervous anyway!”

“you’re cute,” you say, and he smiles. “oh my god, i can’t believe we’re fiances! what is everyone going to say? ugh, lucifer is going to kill me!”

“no, he’s not,” diavolo soothes. “he helped me put this all together. i think i’m going to ask him to be my best man. that is, unless you want him?”

you laugh. “no, you can have him. i’m a little surprised barbatos didn’t get the role.”

“i offered,” diavolo admits, “but he declined. no hard feelings though, i was pretty sure he would.”

“that does sound like him,” you agree. “but that was sweet of lucifer to help.”

“it was,” diavolo says, “and as much as i love him, i can think of some other things we can do that don’t involve one of my oldest friends!”

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