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Boys for my badges

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This is the most innocent and wholesome looking Moon i've ever drawn.

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my angel eclipse I love you I love you I love you

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I HAD THOUGHT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT. THIS IS BASED OFF OF HOW I BORROWED MY BOSS' UNIFORM SHIRT AND I STILL HAVE YET TO RETURN IT LMAO

okay i'm imagining that my shirt got dirty or something and slender or eyeless jack [either one is cool] lets me to borrow his huge ass shirt. i'm 5'4, so i would be SWIMMING in their shirts lmaoo

- blue anon 💙

BRUUUUH. Okay my EJ is about 6’9 if I remember right, and pretty muscular, but my Slender is well over 7’ and JACKED. My GOD. I’m shorter than you and imagining it on even if is fucking hilarious. This is a wonderful idea and both of them would for sure let you borrow their shirts in the first place.

Jack makes sure that it’s a comfortable shirt that wouldn’t be too heavy or smothering on you, and makes sure that it’s not too revealing and that you’re nice and happy with how it fits you.

Slender would make sure to fit it around you in a fashionable but comfortable way, and it ends up looking like a stylish dress much more than it would a shirt, but he’s happy with how it looks and makes sure you’re nice and cozy despite drowning in all the fabric.

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i told the stars about you.

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locked in learning french

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It's really funny to me

thanks for loving my boy ♡

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whats the opinion on cowboy tenna,,,

love it!

bu he cant ride off into the sunset just yet

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Your time-traveling knight doesn't quite yet understand the process of grocery shopping as opposed to the good ol' fashioned hunt. Perhaps it's better to keep him away from such household tasks. More importantly, how did he miss the corner shop but found the town's zoo instead?

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I've done Readers being transported in the past before, but what about the opposite scenario?

Some knight or swordsman who somehow ended up in modern times, and you were the (un)fortunate soul to find him wandering in utter confusion. Was there some Renaissance Fair in town? Did you live next to a medieval convention? After a short exchange you're convinced this man is indeed speaking the truth, and his large weapon isn't just a fancy fake he dangles around for show.

For everyone's safety, you offer your home until whatever time-space aberration brought him here might also take him back to his bloodied battlegrounds. He appreciates your support, perhaps a tad too much.

He follows you around like a lost dog. Becomes strangely possessive of your company, which - in any other circumstance - would count as a cute, jealous display. In this case, however, it involves a massive barbarian who deals with conflict by cracking skulls and swinging the blade.

You've had to stop him from beheading your friendly neighbor who happened to touch your shoulder one moment too long. You can't just kill people like that, you scolded fervently after the incident. Well, why did his hand linger, your time-travelling partner retorted with oratory passion, if he didn't intend to challenge me?

You're starting to believe the ferocious knight isn't as eager to go home as he originally claimed. Didn't he have a kingdom to protect? A war to win? Could be, yet now he's found a different master to serve. You.

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doodled my william cuz i haven't drawn in a while

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redrawing old man michael

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You in?

hell yea

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caleb x male oc

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theres a lot of nuances to you and to me

or the forsaken isekai fanfic

[1] sell your soul to netease

in which: after identity v goes down for the dreaded maintenance work, you search for alternatives to fill the asymmetrical horror shaped hole in your heart.

inspired by @dearestzaychik's own series <3

cw: cursing, reader referred to as you or '____', the reader is a LOSER with a crippling identity v addiction, reader is a teenager, idk that's it as far as I'm concerned, lowercase intended

perhaps this wasn't the brightest idea.

it was around 12:30 in the morning, on a SCHOOL night, and you're staring at the identity v log-in screen. click, click, click

'The server is undergoing maintenance, please try to log in later.'

you're fucking joking. still?

your hands come to run through your hair, you're gonna pull out your hair.

all you wanted to do was admire your collection of skins you've probably paid thousands of dollars for. some pixels on a screen.

god, you need new hobbies.

you close out the identity v tab, you're reflection stares right back at you. god, youve seen better days. hundreds of better days.

the phone underneath the mass of blankets and clothes begins to violently buzz to life, the jingle you have as your ringtone playing aloud in the dimly lit room.

you let it go to voicemail.

the brightness of the screen seems to point out every little thing you hate about your face. the redness under your puffy eyes from what felt like the never-ending sobbing you've picked up recently, your hair slightly clung to your forehead.

god, you look horrible.

you kick yourself off the bed, deciding to do at least something to make yourself look better. shedding old clothes and putting on new ones: simple plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt you got from a friend. it was a stupid white elephant gift, just a navy blue shirt that said 'my favorite people call me grandpa'. you put on a jacket and some shoes and head outside. along the way, you wound up getting your wallet and keys. you just. drove.

you wound up in the parking lot of taco bell with some nacho fries, a baja blast, and a 12 count of cinnabons.

god fucking damn it. who gave you free will?

legs kicked up on the dashboard as you scrolled through your phone until you wound up on the roblox homepage. kite naiad for more of 7 seconds? no thanks, that game is a lawless land, especially when identity v goes down.

dandys world? ummm...not right now. you dont really feel like fighting six year olds over your choice of playing extractor pebbles

pressure? no.

you hover over the next game. a few of your friends on roblox were playing right now. 'ohhhh...this is the game that they were going crazy over.'

click

ok so after a while of playing this game in the taco bell parking lot, you have concluded that its not that bad. maybe it because you picked up how the killer's kits worked easily since they have similar ones in identity v, but all in all, it was kinda fun.

after this match (in which you fully believe that your teammates must've ate batteries as children which therefore is why this 1x1 practically chewed you up and spat you out) you tried to leave the game.

you couldnt.

what the fuck

you try to turn off your phone

you cant.

what the fuckkkkk...

a static sound emerges from the speaker of your phone and you swear to god that this must be all of the illegal movies you've downloaded finally coming to get you.

"oh god oh fuck i shouldnt have pirated trolls 3 as a joke bro no no no please-" you pressed yourself against the seat of the car. there's no way this is happening to you.

you feel a tug at you entire being. its harsh and it hurts.

you pass out and wake up what you can only describe as a damp and dark abandoned town.

what the fuck.

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afton fam!