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im really not sure what I'ma do w this account but uhhhhghh maybe i'll start writing if I get some requests...ehrrmmm what the heck what the heck what the hekc!!!

John Doe x Survivor!reader

(you remind him of someone that he cant remember)

whoops... I cant format... deal w it...

Running through the dark and depressing area and not knowing what was around each corner was something you hated doing, but had to do in order to survive.

Half your team was dead, and you hadn't been able to help at all. You felt useless, and deep down, you knew that's what you were. Useless.

You had the ability to help, and you knew you did, but for some reason you were never there in time.. You were useless.

So lost in thought, you didn't notice as you ran right into what you thought was a wall, but turned out to be something living. uh oh..

There was silence for a while as the figure turned its head and fixed its gaze on you, broken and corrupted code flickering around it as it took a moment to register what it was looking at..

In a moment John Doe's still functioning eye widened, and he whipped around, the red code flinging every which way, and causing the ground beneath him to glitch and lag.

You were already halfway across the map by the time he started chasing you, eating up the distance quickly but then falling behind as his corruption slowed him down. You were lucky you had reacted fast enough to sprint away before he could inflict any status effects or hit you with his crazy code..

God you were horrified.

You were alone, and you couldn't even do anything to slow this guy down.

You couldn't block and punch like guest.

Couldn't slash and stun like shedletsky, or shoot a bullet like Chance.

You couldn't respawn and stab to inflict damage like two time.. you could't even get a speed boost like Elliot or use items like Noob..

You didn't even notice as tears started to well up and drip down your face, leaving wet strips on your cheeks.

You cried a lot when you feared for your life.

Even though the spectre would just bring you back, it was still so horrifying knowing the pain you would endure while being ripped and injected with broken scripts and pieces of code. Knowing it would all happen again and again till you were finally freed.. or when the spectre decided they didn't want to bring you back anymore..

John Doe was gaining on you. You could feel his heavy footsteps shaking the ground, and the staticky sounds emanating from the flickering bits of one's and zero's popping up wherever he stepped. You were going to die. Again.

Your stamina was draining rapidly as you twist and turned around walls and fences, trying to shake this shell of a man off of you. Nothing worked though, and he just kept coming.

Then it finally happened.

Your stamina was down to zero, and you were left vulnerable, desperately scrabbling for anything to hide behind, or use to block any attacks John Doe would throw your way..

You braced for the feeling of burning, of code seeping its way into your skin and firing off your pain receptors in the illusion of a burn..

It never came.

You could feel him behind you, but the feeling still never came. John Doe's shadow loomed over you, making you shiver and stay in your crouched position, staring at the ground as if you could sink into it and disappear into somewhere better..

John Doe slowly came to stand in front of you, and reached down to grab the front of your shirt. You expected some sort of aggressive and tight grip as he yanked you up, but his grip seemed.. careful. Scared, even.

He was slow as he lifted you to your feet, and the eccentric flickering of broken scripts seemed to have all but dispersed, leaving John Doe.. Docile??

He was staring intently, as if trying to pry you open bit by bit and grab something he just barely remembered..

This was it. You were done for. He was gonna snap out of it soon, and then you would be dead in a second. You flinched at every breath he took, every twitch of his body.. But he never seemed to try to attack.

Slowly, your guard seemed to slip down. Shoulders still tense, but not as drawn up.. What was he doing? He was supposed to be hurting you. supposed to be finishing this foul game they were forced to play, but he wasn't.

The timer ticked down slowly, numbers decreasing as it got closer and closer to being over.. John Doe didn't move. He seemed frozen in place, his eyes partially narrowed in thought, and his grip on the front of your shirt tightening and loosening in a pattern.

3...

2.....

1........

In a sudden burst of dark colours and cold air, you were dropped onto the polished wooden floor of the cabin.

What was that?

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Me remembering Undertale

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joshua washington is a hypersexual schizophrenic drug addict with commitment issues he is not going to flirt with you. his version of flirting is to stare at you awkwardly from across the room

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When tf people out here gonna realize difference between “reader” and “oc”. If you want to write about specific features then do it, but fucking tag it properly.

If you describing appearance it’s not damn “x reader”, you’re writing about yourself or your oc.

Why tf when I’m reading “x reader” I should be jumpscared with features I can’t relate to. It’s not even important for the plot but y’all still including this because you write about yourself.

TAG YOUR SHIT PROPERLY.

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Can I send you this idea. U know how in myth asking a fae for their name when they ask for yours is equivalent to asking a fae for their hand in marriage. Imagine Y/N cookie does that with the fairies in the forest bell. Like elder faerie, silverbell and mercurial knight.

“Y/N Cookie, are you enjoying the kingdom so far-oh?!”

White Lily Cookie had noticed that you had quite the number of faeries trailing after you in..bride outfits? Even Elder Faerie Cookie?!

“I..didn’t know that asking for their name after introducing myself was me asking for marriage. I was wondering why they’re wearing those. I’m now a spouse of many.”

Y/N Cookie turned back to face White Lily Cookie, only to see that in the few seconds that they did, she was already wearing her Moonflower outfit.

“I’m White Lily Cookie. What is your name?”

“Seriously?”

“I NEED THIS, Y/N COOKIE!”

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hey so let’s not write incest fics!!! it’s genuinely repulsive!! keep that shit to yourself!!!

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A little late to the party but after seeing so many Mikus in other cultures decided to do one from my own and well I’m from Pittsburgh and let me tell you our culture is road rage

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dude your cervix just fucking bit me

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in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.

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 “hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please  the meal would be great”

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Dear authors, you should really stop putting "x reader" in your OC insert fics because it's a self insert of YOUR character and not that of the reader. I understand you want attention on the post, but it's completely misstagging the story and is quite frankly frustrating and annoying. Yeah, some readers may adapt to it, but some absolutely can not. Thank you very much

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leaked footage sebastian in 50 player server

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PLEEEEAAAASSSSEEE WRITE SEBASTIAN MPREG