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[pix-writes]

for the nsfw request for Stan and Ford (which tbh is more like a question lol also be completely free to not answer in case you don't want to); what kind of noises do they make? or they don't make a noise at all? Thank you!!

No problem, thanks for asking!

Under cut as is 18+

STANLEY:

He seems like the kind of guy who would grunt and moan a little, he's not quiet but he's not loud either, as he wants to hear his partner's sounds most of all, but sometimes he can't be quiet either cause it just feels too good. (Also likes to hear the squeak or rattle of whatever furniture he's got you placed on/bent over when you get into it, has broken a worn out, shoddy table or two in his time!)

Knows from experience that a lot of partners like him to make some noise 😉 (say thank you to the ladies who taught him this). Though the very point where he does come, he's practically silent. Will pant and groan afterwards though.

Stan in everyday life is sorta what you get in bed too, just more unfiltered, he opens his mouth to say all sorts of dirty things and feedback about how good you're doing/feel and things he wants to do to you and praises you when you respond in the way he wants. Depends on the circumstances though, as if he's totally in the moment he doesn't run his mouth so much. Can also be more playful too, so at times he'll try to make his partner laugh or be totally cheesy (cue awfully obvious rp where he pretends you're some beautiful/handsome stranger), you might get a chuckle out of him as well. On the other hand, if you manage to rile him up enough, Stan will practically growl in your ear 🥴

If it's just him by himself though, he doesn't make too much sound at all, just moans a little, definitely has that depressing post nut clarity and feels a bit guilty for taking himself in hand.

STANFORD:

Tries to control his volume. Is not successful!

This guy is painfully touch starved and is making up for lost time once he's with a partner, so ends up being unable to censor all the sounds that come out of him from feeling someone else's touch. I'd say his volume is about medium, though, as he does have some self-control. However, once he starts to feel remotely close to orgasm, he will get increasingly more whiny. Increasingly desperate towards climax and starts begging you or saying things, it's so garbled though you don't even know if it's proper sentences or just nonsensical babble. Cannot contain his cries of pleasure when he finally does climax! 🤭 (Edge this man if you want but get soundproofing if you do, otherwise even the neighbours will be able to hear what you're getting up to!)

Doesn't talk too much during, mostly lost in it, will keep giving you necessary instruction or feedback, though. Mostly moans, groans and whines, praises you for how good you are/feel. Though, I think once he starts to get into a relationship and gain confidence/experience, will be more able to control his volume and will run his mouth more, if that's something you're into. Will pleasure you and not let you touch him so he can focus on talking you through it 🫠 gets a little cocky once he finds out that you like the sound of his deep voice (what have you unleashed upon yourself??!!!!)

Thinks that his self pleasure is about average but is probably below average, sees it more as relieving stress than for indulgence in fantasies, feels alienated by the way most men would talk about it as it doesn't fit his experiences at all (e.g. thinks most men exaggerate their drive and promiscuity... Probably not wrong, but I hc that Ford is on the ace spectrum somewhere, probably demi sexual, but doesn't know until the twins tell him about lgbt+ identities). Helps him to sleep, though didn't feel safe enough to do it much at all during his portal days, as he was often on the run. Is often intentionally quiet when doing it because he often is in places where the walls are thin or he needs to hear if he might be walked in on (because it's likely to happen; is happy that so far he's never been caught) still moans a lot when he comes though.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

are you rewatching purgatory??? that's not a punishment i would inflict on my worst enemy even

ABSOLUTELY NOT, I'M NOT A MASOCHIST

I'm trying to find one very specific exchange between Antoine, Kameto, and Carre and I ended up just watching the VOD from the start because Antoine's a riot. I'll find it eventually

[pixlokita]

I'm deeply sorry that this is happening to you and that you are being forced to remove your art because of a bunch of F up freaks, your art is the best and I back you removing the stuff but it sucks you have to do this seeing most of us respect your boundaries but there always ones who have to ruin it for everyone else and can not act normal in anyway aswell as not being able to treat artists and art with respect.

Again deeply sorry that this is happening to you.

I appreciate it ;; I tried to address it for a long time but I just might as well give up :’0 sadly I don’t want to see the arts on my blog anymore TTwTT they make me feel bad pffft =w= and I do appreciate everyone else being respectful and supportive tbh ;v; it’s not easy to bring this kinda stuff up but enough is enough and I don’t want to keep seeing it xD thank you for your words ❤️‍🩹 it’ll be Okie (๑و•̀ω•́)و✨

[pixiecaps]

I'm not into qsmp rn but I dont wanna unfollow bc you talking about what you love so unapologetically make me want to do it too /genuine

anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me. cant reply

[fuji-sen]

the 'evil imposter' just wants to be a baker!

hello little sprouts! Just recently remembered my love(?) or interest with the sagau concepts!

ɞ﹒₊˚ This is partially inspired by the manhwa "A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes!" ɞ﹒₊˚ Imposter AU's, there is a bit angst in the first three nations but you'll be fineeeee, hopefully. ɞ﹒₊˚ Female!Reader x Selective!Various

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[NAME'S] RECIPE AND INGREDIENTS BOOK!

nobody's allowed to touch >:0, especially you damn acolytes, stop trying to kill me! If found please return to [Name] [Lastname], definitely not the creator nor the imposter!

Prologue; The Foodie turned Imposter?!

When a foodie from the real world gets sucked into one of their comfort games, popular hoyoverse game's middle child Genshin Impact, it's not all fun and playtime as one would have expected. Finding out you share a face with the most divine God and Mother of the world, the creator, you are forced to fight for the right to live, so that you can eat and cook for another day!

Part 1: Sunsettia Part 2: Sweet Flowers Part 3: Mint Tea Part 4: hilichurl style stew > 4.5 special: adventures of a pyro slime Part 5: Burning Pinecones Part 6: Ginisang Ampalaya Part 7: Dawn Winery's Grapevine + Fruity Skewers Part 8: Buttery Mamon Part 9: Benny's Adventure Team + Wolfhooks POLL: Pyro Slime Name (Closed) LINK Part 10: A stew called denial Part 11: Conspiring over a meal Part 12: Poisonous Devotion

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

Volume 1; TBA

Chapter 1: The start of [Name]'s Recipes!

more coming soon. . .

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[yuta-nakamots]

Two Years And It Was Toxic Till The End - N.Jaemin (Teaser)

Pairing - Photographer!Jaemin x Digital Artist!Female Reader

Genre - Fluff, Angst

Warnings - none for the teaser (full fic: reader and Jaemin are toxic, narcissistic moments from Jaemin, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, reader is insecure/not sure of who they are)

Summary - You fell for Jaemin in the quiet of anonymity, two artists orbiting each other through screens and soft midnight messages. But when your digital world begins to blur into something real, what once felt safe starts to unravel. Some love stories burn brightest before they ever begin and you’re left wondering if knowing him was worth the pain.

Teaser Word Count - 1k

Estimated Release Date - July 17, 2025

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films (send an ask or leave a comment to be added!)

Part of my NCT J-Line: Roses Are Rosie Collection.

Now playing: Two Years - Rosé, Toxic Till the End - Rosé 

Your bedroom is quiet, lit only by the pale glow of your laptop screen. The soft instrumental hum of some lo-fi playlist fills the room, low enough not to distract, yet loud enough to keep you from feeling completely alone. 

You stare at your latest piece, the cursor blinking beside the caption box. It’s a dreamscape. Two silhouettes, faceless but familiar, stand on a fog-drenched bridge. Light spills through the clouds overhead–not quite sunrise, not quite dusk. Caught in between. 

You upload the image. Title: Even fog needs a witness.Tags: #rosieroses #digitaldream #noirlight

You watch the page reload. A notification pops up. A like. Then another. Then a new comment, from a familiar name. 

NeverGone: That light between the clouds looks like it’s waiting for the right opportunity to peek out, like it’s waiting for someone.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, heart beating faster than it should. You type a comment back at them. 

RosieRoses: Lonely light feels like honesty.

The reply never comes immediately. That’s the rhythm you’ve fallen into. You speak to each other like passing trains. Never too close, never too far, just enough to feel real. Then–

A direct message.

NeverGone: Thank you. For the drawing. For the words.(attached: photo)

You open the attachment in full-screen. It’s a photo of an empty train station at night illuminated under a warm yellow light. There’s a single bench, unoccupied. The image aches. That kind of beautiful ache that doesn’t need explanation. 

The ability to communicate through art was truly such a beautiful thing. You stumbled upon an online platform that serves as a space for creators of all types. Photographers, writers, illustrators, and more. It’s niche, quiet, and unpolished in all the right ways. Comments still feel handwritten. The likes don’t flood, they linger like people admiring art in a gallery.

It’s why you like it here. 

You’re a digital artist by necessity as much as choice. A tablet fits in your bag more easily than an easel. A stylus doesn’t snap the way pencils do when you press too hard. Brushes can’t be lost if they live in code. You can draw anywhere—the subway, the back corner of a café, even your bed. You never like explaining your art in real life anyway. 

Here, online, you don’t have to.

You scroll. Further and further, two years of messages stretching like a constellation. You remember the first one, a quiet comment he left under one of your older paintings. Something about the way your shadows looked like they remembered being real. 

Then there were the late-night exchanges. A collab post where he used your painting as the backdrop for one of his photo edits. He called it ‘Unspoken Things.’ There was the time when he messaged you at 2AM to ask what color you thought nostalgia would be. 

RosieRoses: Muted lilac. With dust on the edges.

NeverGone: That sounds like it could be your voice. 

You didn’t even know what his voice sounded like. And maybe that’s what kept it sacred. No real names, no personal details, just usernames and pixels. RosieRoses and NeverGone. It made things feel safer, like you were both parts of some parallel world untouched by your real life, the one with deadlines and people who never looked close enough. 

Your inbox is full. But your room is quiet. 

You go back to his train station photo and leave a final comment before setting your phone aside for the night. 

RosieRoses: Lonely light feels like me.

The next night, his reply appears. 

NeverGone: You see things no one else does.

You read it once. Then twice. Then a third time. You fall asleep rereading his message, wondering if it’s possible to miss someone you’ve never met. 

The gallery smells like paper and polish. Light pools in warm circles on the concrete floor, interrupted only by frames of photographs, paintings, and digital projections, all suspended in quiet reverence. Jazz hums from the speakers overhead. 

You arrive alone, clutching your coat and the edges of your own nerves. Your name is printed on the program. You trace it once with your fingers before folding the paper and slipping it into your bag. 

You found out about the exhibition a month ago through a call for submissions tucked inside a local newsletter you almost deleted. It was advertised as a joint showcase for emerging digital artists and photographers. You debated submitting your work at all. 

Galleries made you uncomfortable. There’s something oddly vulnerable about watching people look at your art in person, about standing a few feet away while strangers tilt their heads and silently decide whether they understand you and your art. You always found it strange that everyone pretended they weren’t trying to decode each piece, to guess the backstory. You did the same. Everyone does. 

But in the end, you submitted. Not because you wanted the attention, but because some part of you wondered what it would feel like to see your work existing in the real world. Not just pixels, but projection and paper. Not just passing likes, but lasting light. 

Your piece hangs at the far end of the room. It is projected large and luminous. The bridge, the silhouettes, the clouds in the sky that can’t decide whether they’re coming or going. People pause in front of it, tilt their heads. Some move on too quickly, some stay longer. You stand nearby but don’t introduce yourself. It’s enough just to watch. 

Then you see it. Another piece across the room. A photo framed in black titled Two Years.

It was your work, but reflected in a puddle. Caught at an angle that distorts and elevates it, a shimmer made permanent through a photograph. There was a caption underneath it. 

A study in distance and reflection. Shot on a rainy night. Collaborator unknown. –Na Jaemin 

Your breath catches, and you take a step closer. You know that photo. The blur of your art mirrored in water, caught on the edge of disappearing. You remember the shape of the puddle, the way the neon halo curled around the edges. 

NeverGone.

[mythicalninjas]

Not Just A Miner

Tf.One Orion Pax X Cog!Femme!Cybertronian!Reader

Author's note: I got inspired by a scene from an old brazilian movie called "Ó pai, Ó" (2007) in which the protagonist refutes racist remarks made by his friend. Click here to check it out (I couldn't find the english version, only in my native language). Also, I advise you to watch this movie if you have an opportunity.

Rate/Warnings: NSFW, prejudice, bullying, hate. | SFW, reader defends her friend.

Maybe it would be a good idea to be a prankster in the secret archives of Iacon instead of stealing useless material things. Not that young miner Orion Pax is one. He's just been searching for the truth ever since he became suspicious of the ancient and mysterious story of the 13 Primes. What happened to cause the great protectors of Cybertron to die in such mysterious ways? Why is Sentinel Prime's most beloved government hiding such information? Orion has searched countless files for cycles, and they all end with the same story.

Running from the two angry guards who are twice the size of the cogless miner, Orion's hope is to catch the fast approaching train at the nearest station, which is only 20 meters away from his position.

"Stop, miner!" Darkwing shouted from behind, pushing and dodging bots that were in his way.

KDQ-1, the other guard accompanying Darkwing, flies down from the air and lands directly in front of Orion, blocking his path. "Where do ya think ya're going, miner?" he asked threateningly.

Orion stopped abruptly and raised both arms in surrender. "Wow, hey!" He steps back, but feels Darkwing's sturdy body blocking his path. Their evil giggles make Orion feels shivers.

"So, Orion Pix." Darkwing said sarcastically, pushing Orion toward KDQ-1 "Where were we?".

KDQ-1 laughs. "What do you think, Darkwing? Should we pick him up and throw him from that top?" he pointed at a building next to them.

The brute guard disagrees. "Nah, it would be no fun, dull. Let's rip him apart right here." Both guards laugh.

Orion chuckles nervously. "You guys are creative, huh?"

KDQ-1 grabs the miners' left arm and pull him near. "So, miner. What do you prefer?".

Orion spots the train leaving. Now he's cooked.

Darkwing grabs the other arm. "Why do you want him to choose, KDQ-1? Miners don't have choices or opinion. They only obey." Both laughs again. "They are nothing but-"

"They're nothing but what?" You interjected suddenly, causing both guards to drop Orion in fright and backing off. You took it as oportunity to stand between your friend and the guards.

Orion moves quickly behind you as soon as notice it was you.

You could feel his hands gripping your right leg as if to make sure no one takes him away. How cog-bots can be so foolish to mistreat someone who can't even defend themselves? Even more so in public? Anger boils up your circuits.

"Come on, Darkwing. I want to hear it." you confront. "What were you going to say about him and other miners?"

The brute bot and his co-worker looked at each other. KDQ-1 was the first to speak. "We were just having a warm talk. No big deal."

"I don't think that bullying someone is no big deal." You reply calmly, but firmly.

"This is no of your business, Y/N." Darkwing shouted. "Leave us alone, now!"

"Out of question!" You answered. "You must have power over miners, but not over me. You cannot treat cogless-bots badly just because-"

The brute cut in. "Are you really want to teach me to how be a good chief?" he took a fews steps toward you, making Orion shudder. The young miner doesn't want a hand-to-hand fight to start. He doesn't want his friend to be hurt by the stubbornness of others. Thanks Primus that his brother-in-arms, D-16, is safe in the train going to mines right now.

"It seems you do need." You answered, not taking your eyes off him, ready to fight back.

KDQ-1, sensing that things aren't going well and knowing his co-worker actions, puts his hand on Darkwing's shoulder, trying to stop him, but the mean bot moves it away.

"Well, well. A "hero" protecting weaks bots?" he teased, stopping halfway.

"Don't forget that the weaks bots are those who keep our Energon reserves full. Don't forget you have Energon flowing through you because of them!"

"They are just miners. Damn miners! Nothing but dumb robots!"

"Yes, they are miners, but don't miners have eyes? Huh? Don't they have hands and heads and feelings? Don't they need the same Energon to live?" Your voice grows louder and louder. "Do they not suffer from the same diseases and need the same health care as we do?! When they feel exhausted after countless shifts, don't they need some rest just like us?! When you beat the shit out of them, don't they feel pain?! When they risk their lives down there in the mines, don't they die, too? You take advantage of them in everything because they are treated like slaves in our society, son of a bitch!"

An eerie silence fell over the open space. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind blowing off the huge buildings and the metallic sound of some construction machinery in the distance. Everyone who was passing by and paying attention to the small commotion now remained silent at Y/N's reaction, some jaw-dropped; even KDQ-1.

You were breathing heavily, as if your unimaginable reaction had been an impossible struggle to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. And you are willing to continue this discussion if necessary.

Darkwing glared angrily at Orion, who was still behind you. "Good for you, no-cog." the brute commented, ominously. "If I find you in the archives again, you'll suffer. And so will your little gray friend."

Orion's bright blue optics grew wide by his words. No... He cannot endanger someone he admires the most, someone he considers a brother. Darkwing is far more evil than he could have imagined. Suddenly, he feels you moving and blocking the threatening eye-contact between him and Darkwing.

Darkwing lifted his face up toward you. "And it will be a moment you won't be there, Y/N". He, then, was led by his co-worker through the crowd, away from there. All the other cog-bots returned to their tasks, murmuring about what they had just witnessed.

You sighed with relief that the situation was over without developing into something worse. Turning around, you realize that Orion also feels the same way. "Are you okay, Orion?" You asked softly as crouch down. "Did they do something else to you?".

Orion rubs his arm left arm. "Just a bit sore. Nothing to worry about it."

You lift an "eyebrow". His expression of pain was evident on his face as he try to move his arm with difficulty. "They've made a mess right there. Come along. I'll take you to a doctor to fix it."

"Oh, no need for it. I'm ok-" he grows by pain.

You smiled down at him. "Orion, don't resist. Let's go. And also... Don't put yourself in danger ever again... You know what Darkwing is capable of. Don't underestimate him."

"Yeah, I'm sorry... But, you know why I still insist on it. Something isn't right about Cybertron's past before Sentinel Prime's reign".

"I understand you Orion, but it doesn't mean you have to be chased by the authorities all the time. I don't want to imagine what would happen if they get you in a wrong moment." You sighed and watch the giant concrete jungle landscape. "I won't always be there to protect you."

Orion remained silent for a few minutes while the two of them stared at the cityscape before them. The miner is indeed quite stubborn, and that has consequences, especially for those who are not to blame. Rules and protocols are not even close to something he would follow. Orion doesn't like that, and it is what makes him different. Something that makes him look beyond work.

"I promise." he finally speaks. "I promise to not get in trouble."

You knew that Orion would never stop his extreme adventures.

And that defines him.

Damn, he can't wait to meet up with D again and tell him everything that happened and how brave you were. They knew that you, their best friend, are a hero. Someone they could trust their life with.

☆☆☆☆☆

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[a-hazbin-spider]

Pssh, Mister Proving Himself here was given another generous helping of Angel feeling an eyeroll coming on. Not that he didn’t believe in his skill, or that he didn’t have talent. This showboating just did nothing to sell him.

Neither did the description. But that simply was for it being so vague, and for his own desensitization- as well as liking of the horror genre. A difficult mix to have. But not nearly impossible to please. If anything it just means that he’s not an easy scare.

“Yeah, dude. That’s how ideas happen usually. Not that I really play video games in tha’ first place, darling. But I don’t think you understand that your lil passin’ thoughts don’t exactly wow a crowd. B’sides, if you want horror with themes of love or corruption or whatever- just talk to Trav or his wife. Cuz that marriage is a fuckin’ nightmare! Ha!”

“So how does this hotel work? Is it like some Silent Hill stuff where I face the monsters of my past in the rooms?”-Pix, the grandson of Vox, said as he nervously looked around.

“Hah? Like wha..?” That doesn’t matter, he decides, even Pix repeating this wouldn’t do too much to help him. But he can roll with that description, maybe mess around a little.

“Oh yeah, totally. Before I was allowed a bed in here, I like, had to fight my Pops with his own brass knuckles, and pet a nippy donkey.” Clearly very ridiculous. But his delivery was given without a hitch!

[pix-writes]

For the NSFW requests; what kinks do Stan and Ford have? 👀

👀 I've got you, anon 😉

18+ under cut, minors DNI

Stanford:

Edging - likes to experiment with it to see how far he can go, what are the limits of his patience? He's working out his self control like he's stretching out a muscle. And with you as well, how far can you stand to be teased? Knows it's worth it for the intensity of the orgasm(s) when he finally gives you what you both want. Likes the sense of control he gets from it too!

Biting - likes when you bite into him when you get close/overstimulated/want to keep quiet, makes his feral side come out, wants to mark you too as he nips and nibbles at your skin, all over. A darker, protective (*cough* possessive*cough*) part of him enjoys seeing the hickeys and marks he leaves on your skin. Ford has a lot of scars and other unwanted traces on his body (laser tattoo removal can only do so much), so he feels so loved when you leave marks on him.

Temperature/nipple play - warm wax (and ice) on his body gives a contrast of overstimulating sensations that feels nice to him, have no idea of how or when/if he finds this out though, perhaps it's a way for him to feel light pain in a good way? Likes when you pay attention to his nipples too as they're sensitive.

Clothed sex/dry humping - (kind of goes with the kink below) actually really turned on by dry humping, gets incredibly flustered even though neither of you have taken anything off yet.

Tights - idk why it just seems right to me. Ford loves how the fabric feels and how it smooths over your skin. Maybe he's always been attracted to how they look on people in the past, but it's not until you are grinding against him fully clothed that it really awakens! The silky feeling of your tights on his cock, the thin layer between him and your heat has him staining them with his pre cum. (EDIT: tights aka pantyhose or stockings, I always forget Americans have a different name for them sorry)

Praise - will praise you a lot but he likes it back the other way, I hc Ford is a perfect switch, so whether he's taking the lead or not likes to know he's doing well, has been starved of affection for so long so praise helps him to know he's doing good.

Stanley:

Restraints - here's the thing, Stan's been put in cuffs enough times to hate it, but he's also quite adept at getting out of them (as long as it's a situation where he can of course), he figures that he wouldn't hate it as much if his pretty partner is the one to do it to him 😏 ya know? Though most of the time, it makes him feel a bit too helpless/claustrophobic, but he'll tie you up or put you in cuffs any time (he always has them nearby), gets him going because he gets to tease the hell out of you and you can't do anything about it! (I have a hunch that he's a teensy bit of a brat tamer) Spanking is another he likes too, in theory more than practice, because he may be game for a lot of things but doesn't want to hurt you, feels conflicted about it. Kind of loves it when you give him a firm slap to his behind, as long as he knows you're going to do it (he's hypervigilant), likes when you say nice things about his ass.

Primal play - doesn't know that it's called that but there's something in the playfulness of chasing each other around the house etc., that does it for him in a more serious way, likes to chase you more, though doesn't mind if he's the one on top or bottom, sometimes is nice when his partner is doing the work and he gets to lay back and enjoy the view.

Sir and begging- likes to be called sir (the fact that Alex said this on a stream is WILD, joking or not, and it's been burnt into my brain ever since!), never been really seen as a figure of respect and melts his brain a little to be treated reverently, likes when you beg it's basically praise for him for pleasuring you so well

Marking - likes to mark you but loves it even more if you leave some on him, he'll keep it there for others to see, he's a taken man now 🥴 - that's his expression after you've kissed him and left him with lipstick all over his face

Painted nails - doesn't have to be those fake nails really, he just likes to see them with some colour on them, thinks it's attractive, the way they look when you're placing your hands all over him and maybe scratching across his chest?

[littlebirdssinging]

Spoilers for Stardust Rhapsody: Anthem Ep. 6 under the cut

Along with Kopixel thoughts, general ranting and rambling about the end of ep. 6, and looks into each character's attitudes and thoughts and lots of my love for found family

Starting to ship Ko/Pixel, and I'm already thinking about it. Ko who sees Pixel as redemption for the girl she couldn't save. Who sees Pixel as a way to redeem herself after she lost the first one. Who puts all this pressure on herself to be perfect for Pixel to prove that leaving was worth it.

Pixel who still makes mistakes and has a hard time sometimes because that kind of abuse and manipulation and conditioning doesn't just go away when you kill your abuser. Pixel who still sometimes misses the security of Mr. W, even though she's realized how horrible he really was. Who sometimes misses the the predictability and routine of her old life and the simplicity of her dreams and the path she has to attain them. Who still, deep down, clings to the dream of being a Star even though she left that life behind. Who feel like missing that life and mourning what she almost had but that never really was is a betrayal to Ko, who is so, so proud of her for leaving and gets hope from Pixel's presence everyday.

Any way I rewatched the ending of Ep. 6 again and cried. Found family gets me every time I can't deal with this I love them so much they are all so cute and aldjjsjdjskksjfjrjjfjfjskkalairjndbfb I love them.

And the difference between them all; with Ko getting mad when Pixel leaves, just another person she can't save vs Pyke who doesn't want this for Pixel but sees that she has to make her own choices vs Rett who wants her to stay, but, failing that, ensures that she can protect herself with the syringe of poison vs Ziggy who just will miss her and gives her a big hug and follows her social media and gives her instructions to remove the microphones from her belongings as an apology and promises to keep in touch.

And then how this goes back to each of their characters and how they react to loss, where Ko has a hard time accepting the that she can't help everyone (and leaves and avoids the issue instead of facing it) (and sees it as her failing) vs Pyke and Rett who know that they can't help everyone and have accepted that but still make sure that Pixel knows that they always have a spot for her on the rhapsody and do everything they can to make it so that she can help herself vs Ziggy, who still hasn't lost many people, who still holds onto hope and his friends and promises to keep in touch because he isn't ready to let go.

And then when she comes back AKFNNSFNMS Pyke and Rett like 'holy shit that is a man's finger let's just get that inside' and then the happy Ziggy hug and then Ko crying and having Hope because Pix could do it so that means that it's possible. And then Pyke asking Rett who should make breakfast was so married/long term partner of them idk I just love domestic Pykerett. And then Rett with his My Digi Diary but it's a "Captain's log" bc he's cool like that.

This turned into a much longer and more involved yap session that I originally intended so thanks for coming along on my mad ramblings. PLEASE some yap to me about them. Send me asks reply to this I need to talk to someone I have So Many Thoughts

[animationstarlover1983]

Poor Michael

Hi, I’m not trying to be rude but I have to ask. I know you seem to ship Michael and Jeremy, but are you planning on adding that with Into The Ball Pit? If so, I think that can be seen as a bit odd. Michael and Jeremy are physically the same age, but Michael is in every other way older than Jeremy because of how he’s an adult in his teen body.

It’s a bit more complicated than that but hopefully this clarifies how his memories work. If you want me to simplify it he’s gonna be a teen with very vivid memories of being an animatronic and a few pieces of his life before becoming one. Everything from the games is pretty clear to him, he also knows how to do mechanic and technician work. He does have bits and pieces of memories as an adult but he doesn’t remember it as vividly as his current memories and the ones from Glamrock Freddy. So he acts more like Glamrock Freddy than adult Michael because of that :0 hopefully I didn’t make it more confusing time travel is hard to work with -w-)

[prismatic-ink]

Good news jeremy nation!

Joel is actually in the new SOS SMP according to Pixlriff's episode 1 video description where he is listed in the member list along with the rest of the Empires crew (minus some people and plus some people). it's mildly surprising to me considering Hermitcraft is still in the highly active early game, and Gem, who balanced both Empires S2 and Hermitcraft fairly well, isn't in it.

however, I will note that in the comments of Pix's video, someone has asked "partially surprised Joel is part of this, didn't really think he'd split time between Hermitcraft and another SMP." To which Pixlriffs has replied, "Don't expect too much from Joel, he's a busy guy and we've said no hard feelings if Hermitcraft is gonna take priority."

I kind of expected that he wouldn't be very active on the new SMP even on the off chance he was in it, but it's nice to have confirmation. Because yeah Hermitcraft is probably going to take priority lol.

[yeahtimesten]

18+, mdni / maybe modern!au or 2019!patrick if you want tbh idk but smartphones r involved

you and your friends are out barhopping on the city strip, you’ve already hit three different places and you’re ordering at least two drinks per place. you and the three other girls you go out with are rowdy and obnoxious at this point, definitely wasted. and your shared ‘locker room talk’ with the besties is something so perverted, so nasty. but they say drunk words are sober thoughts. and the topic at hand is something probably every woman universally agrees on.

yeah, dick pics are gross and all, but: “nut vids with the sound on,” you’re cackling at your friends proclamation. “those get me freaky. like wet wet.”

“dude, yessss, that’s what i’m sayinggg,” another friend agrees.

and you’re laughing along. but really, you had never received one. you knew the meme, and you saw the appeal, but you had never seen one.

don’t get me wrong, you and patrick are still gettin’ it on over the phone and video chat, doing everything else possible to bridge the gap that distance brought you. being a tennis player on tour, working up to the big leagues, was something you wholeheartedly supported for your boyfriend. to keep morale up, you even sent him a gift box once complete with polaroids, a spicy letter spritzed with your signature perfume, and a pair of worn panties, baby pink and silk with a lacy little trim. you liked to treat him like that.

and he treated you too, with new panties and outfits he wanted to see you in and other miscellaneous gifts, and good dick too whenever he was able to come around and see you. but when you got to thinking, you realized a majority of the gifts he gave you, were really a gift for himself as well. yeah, he’d jerk off to you on video calls, but it wasn’t for you, it’d just be weird if his cam wasn’t on when yours was too.

another round of shots were had before the four of you were making your way to the next bar, the last stop of the night. and you were trailing behind your three friends, typing on your phone to him. partially because you are ovulating, definitely because you were drunk, and you were a tad bit in your head now too thinking about the things patrick could be doing for you, but you were going absolutely feral in his dms.

babyyy wen r u gna see me next :(

i miss uuuu hehehe

need ur hand around my neck while u finger me NEOWWW

and he’s receiving all your texts with fervor. you’re totally exciting him and arousing him. but hes crossfaded (on tour? smh, but he’s celebrating a win as well as the end of this leg of travel) out with other players that he’s met so his replies are just as desperate and sad and pathetic as yours.

soon gorjus

be there b4 u kno it

cant wait for u to take my dick

send pix ?

and when you get to the next bar, you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, posing with your shirt lifted. your perfect tits are exposed to the camera, and because you love and trust your boyfriend, at least half of your face is still in frame too. your lips are slightly pouting, and you know that detail will drive him mad. and you snap another, but this one is an underskirt shot; you standing up in the stall, with your panties pulled down over your mid thighs, also in frame, from behind at the perfect angle to showcase your ass, with a hint of your pretty pussy in frame. and you send both to him in a photo set.

earlier, you sent him more innocently posed but still quite sexy outfit photos and selfies before going out. you did this every time you left the house basically. it was both endearing and such a huge turn on for him, no matter how you were dressed. your outfit was especially scantily clad tonight, so he was already having dirty thoughts of you. he was supportive of what you wore, and was never really controlling, but he wished he were by your side protecting you from other creeps who’d love to sneak a peak. and he had already fantasized about taking you to a dingy bathroom in one of these dive bars you frequented that he saw in the background of your photos, and bending you over the sink and fucking you from behind, both of you watching in the mirror.

both of your data connections were shitty, but he was texting you that he was heading home. he couldn’t wait any longer and needed to get off to you now. and he asked if you were going home any time soon.

another shot, and nursing a midori sour, or whatever your drink of choice is, you and your friends are still chatting and having a wild time, but you’re having flashbacks to the last time you both were together. you remember him boring into your wet cunt, on top of you, in the back of your car at the airport, because you couldn’t bare to part without one last fuck. your thighs squeezed together, trying to dismiss the warm pit forming in your stomach.

you were relieved when one of your friends decided to call it quits, and since your apartment complexes were so close to each other, you decided to share an uber. as you two waited for the ride, you finally received his texts and confirmed you’d be home soon too and that you two could call and take care of each other. and on the ride back, while your friend is talking your ear off, you check your phone again to see a snapchat. patrick sent you a video.

without thinking, you clicked on the notification to see what he sent. and now who would have guessed, that in this moment, you’d see a video he recorded of his cock out, laying in the dark on his bed, his flash was on. his dick glistened with his spit, as he slowly started stroking his shaft and playing with his tip. in a panic, you lock your phone and stuff it back into your purse, face flush with embarrassment.

your friend looks at you with furrowed brows. “you okay?” and you nod, hoping she hadn’t taken a good peak at your screen.

“i’m fine,” you smile. you’re more than fine, you’re seeing stars. and you’re anxious to reach home. after what feels like an eternity, you’re finally there. you skip up the steps and and climbed the flights of stairs until you reach your floor. the anticipation is getting the better of you as you fumble with your keys. but finally, you’re inside and it’s oasis. your place to be horny and out of control.

you flop on your bed and reopen snapchat, 5 more segments of that video waiting for you to open. you turn up your volume to max. in next clip of the video, he’s still taking his time stroking slow and you can hear his breath hitching, yours matching in real time. his breathing is heavy and loud, as little moans and groans escape his lips.

i fucking love you baby, he says in the clip. i’m so fucking hard for you.

and you’re so wet for him, as you reach down and start rubbing circles into your clit above your underwear. the video keeps going, and he picks up the pace, his moans getting louder. you love how he isn’t silent in bed. he’s so vocal and sweet, showing you he’s enjoying it just as much as you are.

the next reel starts, and he is fully jerking off, his breathing getting faster. you know what’s about to come. him. and with one final guttural groan, he does. glistening white cum leaks out gently, and he continues to stroke, much slower, making sure to milk every last drop.

r u home yet baby ?

he texted you.

- ya

and immediately, you have an incoming facetime. you answer and the camera is pointed to just his face, still sitting in the dark.

“hey, princess, how was your night out,” he asked.

“it was good,” you said. “i accidentally opened your snap in front of my friend though.”

“i texted you to wait until you were home to see it,” he laughs at you.

you didn’t receive that text. but you were just stunned he practically read your mind, that you wanted exactly that video.

“i missed you.”

“how much baby?”

“so so much, i couldn’t wait to get home and talk to you,” you pouted.

“me neither,” he whispered. “i’m hard again, baby. wanna see?”

and before you answer, he’s pulled his phone back to angle on his cock, with his abdomen and face still in frame. he’s moving it around, teasing you with its length.

“i miss fucking you so bad. do you miss fucking me?” it’s your turn to tease, and you move your phone down to reveal your panties with a big wet splotch soaked into the fabric.

“you really were thinking of me all night, huh?” he’s starting to stroke himself again, and you do him the favor of bringing the camera back and pulling your shirt off. he’s obsessed with how hard your nipples are, and he moans for you.

“your tits are so perfect,” he breaths out. “touch yourself for me, baby. i wanna see you rub your clit.”

and like it’s a royal command, you pull your panties down, and show him your finger swirling around your wet cunt.

“that’s perfect, you’re perfect,” he says.

you’re watching each other get off and his mind is racing with things he wants to do to you, with you, for you. and he’s sharing about half of them with you.

“i can’t wait to fuck you again. i can take you out to dinner and a movie, and we can sit in the back row by ourselves and mess around.”

“and you can ride me in the passenger seat of your car.”

“i wanna play with your ass so bad and eat you out from the back.”

“finger your pussy for me, sexy. let me see you fuck yourself with your pretty manicured fingers that i paid for. you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and besides his new request, everything is in one ear and out the other. your sole focus is watching him get off so you can get off. and it’s working, the heat in your pelvis growing stronger, you are about to release any second. you can tell he is too, as his breathing is heavier and his words and incoherent and slurred, he sounds tortured. you move back to rubbing your clit.

“are you gonna cum, baby? i’m going to, i want you to cum with me,” he sighs.

“yeah baby, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum patrick!”

your moans harmonize with each other as you both finish together and you both continue to touch yourself as the tension in your groins lessen. you’re still pulsating for moments after.

“i can’t wait to see you any longer, im booking a flight for tomorrow to see you,” he says, still huffing. and you can’t wait either.

[ravolix]

late night talking

synopsis: though he always has been a tough nut to crack, you and scaramouche have grown to be best friends. however, on a late-night phone call with him, he finds himself drowsily enamored.

content: modern au, gn!reader, second person, romantic pining (scaramouche), (supposed) one-sided love, fluffy as shit

In hindsight, staying up until 2AM just to talk in mumbled whispers on a school night isn’t the smartest idea. However, when it comes to you, there are no smart ideas in Scaramouche’s mind.

“Oh, and we need to check out that carnival coming sometime in June,” you were saying, extending a finger as you list off another activity.

“Mhm,” Scaramouche hummed absentmindedly. As much as your energy is infectious, he can’t deny the way his eyes start to flutter shut every now and then. Even his grip on the phone falters, the device hot from the nearly 4 hours you’ve been calling for.

“We could also visit the aquarium, the coffee shop behind the—“ You continue the list before you cut yourself off. A single glance into your screen paints a clear picture as to where Scaramouche’s mind is right now.

“Scara? You good?”

“Hm? Uh, yeah,” he murmurs, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. However, a small yawn escapes him that’s a bit hard to miss, “Keep talking.”

To that, he hears a stifled laugh instead of a verbal response. He glances over to your portrait on his phone, taking in the way the faint artificial light hits your face. How the shadows of your room seem to frame your features so perfectly and the fact that your smile—

“Nah, I’ll stop for tonight. Wouldn’t want you to die from a lack of sleep,” you eventually reply with a chuckle. Scaramouche can hear (and barely see) you flip over in your bed, pulling the covers over your body.

In this new angle, he gets to see a new perspective of your face. A part of him wishes he could just reach out and tuck away that stray piece of hair laying on your forehead. Perhaps if he was there with you, you wouldn’t feel the need to go under the covers for warmth.

Instead, however, he just nods.

“Fair. Guess I’ll catch you tomorrow,” he replies softly, a wind-down from the previous energy the call carried.

“Yep, see you,” your lips curve into a gentle smile.

Scaramouche only replies with a cough, trying to cover up the faint blush as he finds himself getting flustered over your pixely face.

“Sweet dreams, Scara.”

Before he can open his mouth to reply, you already hung up. Though a part of him wishes the call lasted a bit longer, the other part is glad you didn’t have to hear whatever was about to slip from his mouth.

After a few seconds, he sighs and places his phone on his bedside table. He then proceeds to bury his face into the silky case of his pillow as his tired fists come to gently slam against the mattress. Nothing much is heard from him except for a few unintelligible mumbles.

Eventually, Scaramouche flips over onto his back as he stares up at the ceiling. Faint glow-in-the-dark stars from his childhood seem to stare back at him. He lets his eyes flutter shut as a small chuckle escapes his lips.

“Who needs dreams if you’re the sweetest thing I have?”

notes: just another random babble :)) im not the best at writing dialogue but it’s better to do it once in a while

i really like writing scara as this silly little loser rather than a sadistic asshole (atleast in modern aus) (a bit delulu)

ah also i kind of forgot about the harry styles song up until right before posting this, but let’s say it’s loosely inspired 👍

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[pixelated-screaming]

ok im gonna put some stuffs here, cuz why not

first off I'm not really into drama, it shouldn't be too bad i don't think :^ (atleast from what i see, i don't really get into drama unless it directly mentions me or my friends. and besides, I'm not into the series for the drama, I'm into the series for the series itself /gen) if you look past the... interesting stuff on that channel, at least you get new TPC episodes on there!

and yes there are new characters, including a (canonically) gay skater dude (I won't spoil ;3 /silly) and I'm not sure what the "weird decisions" imply

a new episode just came out around christmas btw (season 2 episode 4) and I'm not spoiling, but I love it :>

Soo.. uh, yeah. The fandom has some bad apples, but it's not entirely bad! There are a bunch of great TPC fans (eg Artists, animators, you get the idea hehe) out there! It's just those select few people that give the fandom a bit of bad light :^

@shij-ko0 take this info how you will :3 /lh (also I reccommend watching the rest of the series, there's a bunch of yummy lore :> /sillynf)

Things I just learned:

The Pink Corruption series is apparently still ongoing and I didn’t know because I thought it discontinued ages ago

[spork-supremacy]

constantly thinking about how I never clocked in that Pixal and Zane were a couple until season 8 when he says the “you can ask me anything, you have half my heart.” shit but so casually.

Like I think that’s the smoothest he’s ever been, got me swooning a little./hj

like I really should’ve noticed when he literally put her in his head rent free 24/7

Or the time she got deleted from his system so he just was like “well without her continued existence is not going to be enjoyable” and wished it all away.

or when she says “nobody touches my nindroid.” After helping him in a fight by creating an electrical burst.

or when he gets panicky from having her missing for periods at a time and finding himself semi-useless on the technology front because she is the one who handles that for him.

or earlier in that same season when Lloyd gets a car from Pixal just in time and says “I could just kiss you, Pix.” and she replies with “I don’t think Zane would approve.”

clearly I am blind without an outright “I love you” or kiss being present on screen.

Spork, why can’t you read between the lines, whyyy??

would’ve saved you years of waiting for them to get together because it already happened.