ok, im gonna try my hand at a proper memory post. i hope this isnt too confusing, im trying to set them up in order to form a timeline but its hard cus everythings kinda fuzzy
this will ( hopefully ) expand as i remember more stuff, so its always gonna be a wip
last updated nov. 11th
PRE-TURNING & TURNING
- im the original vampworld finn - i dont think babyworld finn was ever a thing in my timeline. not that i know of anyway
- before i was turned, i was a kid living on my own. i moved camps often, equipped with stakes and all to defend myself from the vampires. this is when i had my hat, to protect my neck. i came in contact with bonnie and the other hunters before, but i decided not to stay. i didnt like them much. we butted heads a lot. i had no memory of my family, i was alone for as long as i could remember. i was more of a vegabond than a hunter, but i learned a lot from vampire hunters on how to survive
- when i was 15, the star found my camp, along with a group of hunting vampires. i killed most of them and gave the star a good stab to the chest, but missed the heart. hissing in rage, she ripped off my hood and grabbed my hair, dragging me all the way to the vampire hive.
- she threw me in front of the vampire king. i was terrified. he was terrifying. he was the one who turned me - i still remember his fangs in my neck.
VAMP LIVIN'
- they threw me in a cell in the hive while i turned. it was fucking agony. i was left alone with no food or company at all while i underwent mental and psychical torture from the turning process (see the animals in the stakes arc. yeah)
- i was alone and starving up until the star came in. she dragged into a room and gave me my first taste of blood. i refused but eventually caved. Heres more on that i guess
- after that i started moving up the ranks. i started leaning more and more into my new vampire status and slowly but surely, i earned my tarot name. the sun. marcy and i became extremely close and she served as a big sister figure
- the vampire king hated me. he only tolerated my presence because his daughter liked me so much. he turned me thinking I'd be just another low-level vampire under his watch, but i wasnt. i think he would have killed me if marceline wasnt there
??????
- i dont fully remember what happened with the other members of the vampire king's court. i think they all had their own hives and servants in different parts of the world. i vaguely remember simon petrikov being in the empress' court
- i think martin died? the things that happened in the f&c episode happened but without fionna, cake or simon. and babyworld finn. i think i was there on the side of the vamps, maybe. i know marcy and bonnie both survived their fall
- i think after that bonnie was captured by the vampires. i felt pity for her since i knew what being locked in a cell felt like. marcy often came to taunt her after she recovered from her own injuries. i followed, obviously, but i mostly stayed quiet.
- i think i might have let bonnie go. she didnt wait for a second to make a break for it, she even attacked me with a hidden stake she had on her. it gave me a scar above my eye.
- i got in huge fucking trouble for it as you could imagine. i think this is when i lost my arm. the vampire king ripped it off in rage as punishment. i was so out of it so i dont remember it well, but i remember seeing blood from my Arm Nub and marcy arguing with the vk as i slowly lost consciousness. i couldn't hear what they were saying, my ears were ringing
ESCAPE FROM THE HIVE
- sometime after that, idk when, i escaped the hive. I went back to being a loner, but i targeted vampires specifically. i would attack the odd mutant, but that was mostly for feeding reasons. i actively started hunting members of the vk's court. i wanted marcy to come with me, but i knew she wouldn't. so i just disappeared and went into hiding
- i think my timeline had a vampworld fern??? i dont think their name was fern, im pretty sure they went by thorn. i vaguely remember(??) getting found by bonnie and the hunters after escaping the hive and seeing some kid with them.
- thorn still had the grass curse, i think. they could grow the grass sword and had the thorn sticking out of their hand, which they always kept covered by bandages. they were pretty quiet, probably cus i dont think them and bonnie had a great relationship
- my meeting with bonnie and the others didn't last, though. bonnie wanted me DEAD. i was drained from lack of blood and energy, so i did the sensible thing and i ran.
- somewhere along the line, i met someone interesting. another vampire, named marshall. yep, we had a marshall too!
- he was pretty freaking cool. he was a rogue vampire who lived on his own, saying he "takes what he wants when he wants it." of course, i thought he was the coolest guy ever
- marshall was marceline's twin brother. they were separated when the mushroom war happened, and grew up separately. they didnt even remember each other. upon finding out, marshall would express ( rather loudly ) that he wanted no part in being royalty. them being related also technically made marshall my brother, which was awesome
- marshall got a lot of the demon stuff, i think. i remember him having a human disguise that looked like fionnaworld marsh, just with uh. scary teeth lol.
- me and him traveled around a little bit together for a little. it was cool, but he made me miss the hive a lot because him and marcy were so similar.
- also i think simon was around? it really would make lots of sense if he was
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was doing a stupid task (putting a flat of energy drinks into the fridge) for silly metalhead coworker (who wasn't even working today he just popped in to grab his check and asked me to do that as he walked by) because he's done a lot of explaining stuff to me and answering my questions lately and i'm trying to stay in everyone's good graces while I fit into the shop team dynamics?
and then scary cowboy coworker was like What in the fuck are you doing. and I was like........ putting silly metalhead coworker's drinks away....... and then scary cowboy coworker was like THATS RIDICULOUS ITS YOUR FIRST DAY HE SHOULDN'T BE TREATING YOU LIKE THAT RAH RAH RAH THESE THINGS ARE RUINING HIS LIVER I JUST KNOW HIS GUTS ARE TRASH UGH and then he took the flat of energy drinks out of my hands and put them on top of the fridge for me and went back to making his stencils and grumbling about the energy drinks while i was like
thanks man
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I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds đ Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?
I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).
Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!
My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel đ„°)
Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!
Wrong Number
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...
Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry đ)
Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having âšfunâš)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
âMr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistakeâ almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!â
Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. Heâs been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.
âSay that again,â he drawls with a sinister smile.
âIt was an honest mistake,â the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. âIt was almost indistinguishable from aââ
âAlmost indistinguishableâŠâ Sylus confirms. âAlmost. Almost.â Heâs savouring each syllableâ tasting them like wine.
âIt would have fooled almost anyone!â
âAlmost anyone?â Sylus laughs, and itâs a wicked, dangerous thing. âWell yes, I rather think thatâs the point. But it didnât fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.â
His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.
âPlease, Mr. Sylus!â the dealer pleads, desperate. âIâll do anything! I will! Iâll make it up to you!â
âNo, thanks.â Sylus studies his palm as it heals. âIâve had my fill of fake protocores.â
âSylus!â
The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealerâs limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. Heâs struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, andâ
Something rings.
His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylusâs spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.
âMmm?â he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.
Thereâs only one person who calls him at this time of night.
âWhere are you?â your voice echoes from the other side of the line.
âThatâs a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.â
âWhaâ Sylus?â
âYes, sweetie,â he drones.
Thereâs a moment of silence. âShit.â
Itâs not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so heâs going to let it slide. Thereâs a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.
âWhat are youââ he begins, but then he identifies the sound. Itâs a fingerâ your fingerâ jabbing away at a screen. âIf I didnât know any better, Miss Hunter, Iâd say you were trying to get rid of me.â
âNoâŠâ you deny too quickly. Itâs still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and thenâŠ
The call cuts out.
Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know heâs not a patient man, but you donât pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for youâ he tells himselfâ as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charityâŠ
His gaze drops to the dealer. âGet out,â he sneers.
The man doesnât have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the roomâs exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieranâs being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.
Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.
Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.
âHello?â Youâre back. âFinally! Where are you? I donât see you.â
âStill me, sweetie.â
âSylus?â you actually whine. Itâs adorable. âWhy is it you? Go away.â
âNo,â he lilts tunefully, and then heâs coaxing: âI want to help you, kitten. Wonât you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?â
Frustration spills from youâ fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. âThe taxi, Sy,â you whine again. âThe stupid taxi, ok? Itâs not here. Itâs meant to be here.â
âWhereâs here?â
âHa!â you exclaim like youâve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. âNo. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?â
âYeah.â
âThen leave me alone!â
Withâ he can imagineâ some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the momentâs gravitas. Thereâs a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.
He smiles to himself. Then accepts. âHi sweetie.â
Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. âWhy can Iâ wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!â
âMy, my,â he tuts, but heâs smiling still, âlook at youâ the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such⊠reliable hands.â
âWhat dâyou mean?â you mumble.
âYouâre drunk.â
âYouâre drunk!â
He chuckles. âAnd thereâs that infamous wit.â
You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. âListen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?â
His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. âYeah.â
âThen be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?â He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. âIâll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Donât go with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?â
Youâre nodding away, the odd âmmhmmâ escaping your lips, but youâre not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails offâ realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. Youâre cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; youâre⊠stroking the screen?
âYouâre so pretty, Sy,â you murmur breathlessly.
His gaze softens. He sighs, âYouâre pretty too.â
Then you make a sound heâs never heard before: you squeak, the phoneâs audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcoholâs afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly youâre gone.
Thereâs a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylusâs grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesnât think itâs broken. Heâs face down, apparentlyâ subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.
âOh, shit!â He hears you gasp.
Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. Youâre turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. âSorry, Sy. Are you ok?â
âIâll survive.â He raises an eyebrow. âYou know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.â
His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with youâ a dark idea in your eyes. âWanna go again?â
Before he can protest, heâs looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.
âAh, ah, ah,â he interrupts, panicking briefly, but youâd never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. Heâs brought in front of your face again, and youâre frowning oh so sweetly. âI asked you to do something, remember?â
âYou told me to do something.â
So pedantic. âWhat did I tell you to do, sweetie?â
You donât say anything. Thereâs a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then youâre concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when youâre whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.
Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. Heâs up in a heartbeat, telling you heâs on his wayâ that you did such a good jobâ and that you need to stay on the phone with him, ok? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture theyâve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.
I'm leaving. Clean this up.
âŠ
âSo then Xavier, likeâ well, you know Xavierâ he was all, âIâll tell you later,â but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, âask Xavier yourselfâ, and I was like, âI literally just did!â, and he just shrugged, and itâs⊠driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks itâs because heââ
Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.
âWhat does Tara think, sweetie?â
âShh shh shh! Wait a secondâŠâ
You clutch your phone to your chest like itâll somehow suppress Sylusâs voice. Youâre sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.
âI donât like this, Sy,â you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. âThereâs a car here.â
âOh?â
âShh!â you hiss again. Itâs not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.
âWhat exactly are you afraid of?â Sylus asks, his tone so thick itâs practically bleeding through your phone. âIs a big, bad man trying to get you?â
âWell I donât know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and Iâ AH!â you gasp. Â
A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. âGot you, sweetie,â Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.
âSylus!â you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You donât think youâre trying very hard.
The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. âHi,â he whispers.
âHi.â For a little word, thereâs so much fondness.
âLetâs get you home to bed, ok?â
You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and youâre having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies youâ placing a hand on the top of your headâ and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and theyâre dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. Youâre not sure of anything at all, exceptâ
No-one has ever looked at you like that before.
And you wonât remember it tomorrow.
âCome on,â he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though youâre dragging your feet. âI want to hear all of the associationâs dirtiest secrets while I still can.â
âTara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.â
Sylus blinks, then laughsâ a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. âYou donât say,â he beams.
No, you wonât remember it tomorrow.
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My sign-offs.
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Sign-offs about him:
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one nightstand with obsessive könig.đ©ž
ever since that one night, könig hasn't been able to get you out of his filthy, gross mind. he fantasizes about the warmth and texture of your slick cunt around his meaty shaft, the way he rolled his sturdy and broad hips back and forth against your tight rear, to fuck and fill your tight cunt with his girthy size.
he remembers every slight detail about your face, your beloved name, the warmth and perfection of your drooling pussy. könig can't hold himself back from doing his own research on you to find your social media accounts and where you work. fuck, könig even attempts to find your address and location, and before he even realise how obsessive and overprotective this is, he's doing some research on your apartment building. it doesn't seem safe enough for someone as precious and loveable as you, by könig's strict standards as someone in the military with such a high rank. könig craves to have you in his strong arms once again, but fears that you won't recognise him because of your drunkenness that fateful, memorable night.
regardless, it's könig's mission to find you whether you like it or not. although he's ashamed and embarrassed to be this desperate for someone, so deprived of your sweet and soft busy, and far too anxious to meet another woman after being so vulnerable with you.
instead, he signs his neverending, creepy letters off with âsecret admirerâ so that you're unable to detect who it came from. of course, the letters get more graphic, horrifying, and sexual with flowers appearing at your door every single monday morning.
sometimes when könig feel the need to tease you and creep you out a little bit, he'll leave a fun fact at the end of the card, a reminder that he knows everything and anything about you. könig would even go as far as to say that he knows you better than you know yourself.
you're flattered for a while before you're creeped out, but it's all too late when you're awoken to the feeling of könig tightening the ropes on your wrists and ankles while you're laid against the cold, dirty basement floor with a ball gag silencing your pleas for him to spare you some mercy.
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baldur's gate 3 wyll ravengard grand duke coronation tumblr simulator
đ©ž bloodlover
he said WHAT about me
𩮠jonfromshop
i love <3 that we are livign in this day and age of baldurian politics. this is fucking awesome
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đȘŒ slenderweaver
TWENTY. FOUR.
#AND WHAT WAS I DOING AT TWENTY FOUR. FUCKALL!!!!!
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đȘĄ tailormadewares Follow
now why is the coronation happening in the middle of the night. some of us have jobs!
đŠâ⏠ulderravengard Follow
the new duke consort is kind of like an evil stepmother but for the city
𩮠jonfromshop
AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE READING OUT THE GREAT LAWS RIGHT NOW LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO
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đ tavalina
very extremely proud of one of my best friends in the whole world wyll ravengard. can't make it to the coronation because of the whole bein g stuck in hell with my wife thing can a sweet mutual please. keep me updated.
đș simfolicity Follow
duke consort astarion lastname has clearly micromanaged the whole thing and ulder ravengard and him might be trying to kill each other during the ceremony. wyll is just happy to be there i think
đ tavalina
oh okay so business as usual
đč highharper
business as usual
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đ bladethatthang
why is NO ONE talking about the geopolitical ramifications of the future grand duke being engaged to marry a CLEARLY evil looking mean cunt of an elf. not to MENTION the problematic age gap.
đ©ž bloodlover
mad because he's fucking me and not you????????
đ bladethatthang
i genuinely wish we all had died with the elder brain
đȘĄ tailormadewares Follow
HERITAGE POST
#bringing this back for coronation day
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đȘŒ slenderweaver
i;m sorry. wyll ravengard is TWENTY FOUR YEARS OLD? HE SHOULD'VE BEEN AT THE ELFSONG
đïž i-live-in-the-dumbwaiter
quite famously he was at the elfsong. like i understand where you're coming from but that was a whole thing. he was very polite about ordering food at 3 in the morrow in the sense that he didn't. do that.
đȘŒ slenderweaver
oh so now we are fucking doing elfsong pedantics about the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD RUNNING OUR CITY.
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đŠ zhentingthatrim Follow
this is so fucking stupid i WANTED to do a coup a mutiny an overthrowing even today during the coronation but no one wants to fucking do revolution anymore. you say can we PLEASE try and kill the new grand duke for trade opportunities and freedom of will. and then they will say well why would i want to do that. wyll ravengard is soooooooooo handsome and sweet and nice. trying to kill him would be RUDE. WE USED TO BE A FUCKING CITY.
đ©ž bloodlover
bunk 42, flaming fist barracks, basilisk gate
đŠ zhentingthatrim Follow
AYO?????
đ„ florricking Follow
open the door
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âš princessofhousenightstar
do your required reading you little wretches and understand that i am here fundamentally to talk about wyll where he can't see it. i love the man but sometimes i like to keep things to myself. anyways doesn't he look sooooooo dashing in his coronation outfittttttttt đ„° i made ittttttt
đȘŒ slenderweaver
does anyone remember when this was an embroidery blog
đč highharper
you are a strange strange little man astarion
#HOW has he not found this blog yet is the question i think
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đ©ž bloodlover
i want ulder ravengard dead
đĄïž bladeoffrontiers
:(
đ©ž bloodlover
i want ulder ravengard mildly inconvenienced
đŠâ⏠ulderravengard Follow
we are literally tumblr mutuals. for your evil and nefarious purposes no doubt.
đȘĄ tailormadewares Follow
we're all going to fucking die
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𩮠jonfromshop
wh
the grand duke isn't an option because he always sweeps.
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đ©ž Scarlet...Milk? đ„(pt.2)
[This was heavily requested đ but i love y'all and have this â€]
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"I'm watching you....."
Was written in the note, you stumbled back as you look ahead of the building that leads to the metal doors. The bloody doppelganger staring at you before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
You're being stalked...
Out of fear you rushed to your apartment after closing the main gates of the building.
'would that mean that doppelganger will be aggressive?..'
You think as you paced around in front of your apartment, it was the second floor apartment near Nacha's room. You sat down on your doorstep frustrated and nervous, if you messed up he will kill Francis...not only Francis, mostly anyone in the building-
"Y/n?" A soft and gentle tone asked as you turn your head to see Nacha's peeking out of her apartment room. "Miss Nacha- did i disturb you?"
"No, not at all..i just heard you groaning and pacing around, you seem down in the slumps"
"Ah..well, is it okay?-"
"I dont mind, come in we can talk about it"
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"Thats why...." You said softly explaining the whole incident that had happened as you averted your eyes to someplace , while Nacha takes in all the information. "I don't really get this doppelganger thing, but you seem like a lovely and kind person Y/n.."
"We appreciate you and your doorman duties, remember to take care of yourself whenever" Nacha said as she smiled at You, your venting didn't include your growing admiration for the milkman because well...
From what you know Nacha is Francis ex-wife and its hella awkward to tell her you had a crush on her ex-husband.
"Your muffins are good-" You said breaking away from the topic as you took a bite from the blueberry muffin she offered earlier when you entered her house.
"Why thank you, i baked them with Anastacha" Nacha said happily as she went to the fridge. "would you like some milk? I bought this, funny looking thing-" Nacha said as she pulled out a red bottle of...'Scarlet milk'
You choked on your muffin and soon recovered, you immediately rushed to Nacha and grabbed the bottle.
"Dont"
"D-dont?" Nacha asked confused as you took the bottle and examine it. "its a bottle of blood, where do you get this-"
"It was left by the main gates-"
"Nacha...I'm not crazy, do not..receive the scarlet milk next time" Nacha eyes were wide as she nodded to your statement. "Y/n perhaps you should get an eye shut for tonight? Y-you seem shaken-"
"I'm..." You inhaled as you let go of her shoulders. "Maybe i should" you said sorry as you made your way out of Nacha's apartment room.
"Sweet dreams, Y/n" Nacha said as you closed the door gently.
You stared at the bottle of blood on your hands as your eyebrows furrowed at it. "I'm not delusional..." you said to yourself as you threw away the Scarlet milk into the trash bin.
You went into your apartment for some sleep.
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You didn't manage to sleep at all, you keep hearing voices at night telling you to let them in.
'Y/n..'
Go away..
'Y/n!'
"GO AWAY!" you screamed as you stood up from your bed, it was 5:30 am in the morning.
"Y/n?" A familiar voice asked outside of your apartment door. "Francis?" You asked softly as you stood up from your bed.
You opened your door to see the Milkman all in his glory and uniform. "You alright? You screamed and i heard it from outside" he said as he stared at you with his tired eyes.
"Y-yeah..yeah I'm alright"
"You look..frightened" He stated as he noticed it from your appearance. "I'm fine Francis"
"Just a nightmare.."
"You hear them too?" Your eyes went wide as you stared at him. "What?"
"...mm..nevermind, maybe you should get ready..Ill head to work now, the milk dont deliver themselves" he muttered as he went ahead to the elevator.
"S-see you..." You were filled with mixed emotions, what does he mean 'you hear them too?' .
Is that why he's sleep deprived? At least you're not alone...
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You started another day of your shift as you opened the metal covers. "Dont let this be weirder than usual" you muttered to yourself as you turn to the gates to see the yellowish eyes.
You dropped your keys and rubbed your eyes , wondering if you're seeing it right.
The eyes were gone...
"There's nothing..nothing at all-" you said to yourself to reassure, and went to your office.
...
The day went weirder, doppelgangers are trying to get in more frequently than usual. It was stressing, doppelgangers get angrier each time they're caught and you feared for your life and the apartments residents life.
"I'm okay.."
'I'm okay' you said to yourself as you keep going, you feel like breaking down. One wrong decision all blame will be pointed at you, and you alone..
"Mmm...Hello" Francis said tired as usual entering the hall in front of your office.
"Francis-" you said as he showed you his papers. "You alright Y/n?"
"J-just...overwhelmed" you answered as you checked his information.
"Mm...take a rest after this"
"I-i should..." You said softly as you opened the metal door for him to get in.
"Mm...Hello"
What...
Your eyes went wide as you stared at the second Francis. "You're a doppelganger-"
"What...?"
"Stop playing with me!" You said frustrated and angry. "Y/n you need to calm down...i just got off from my delivery shift"
Oh no..
Oh noo..
"Francis?!" You cursed under your breath and let him in your office. "Whats happening-" the milkman asked confused and exhausted from work.
"Stay in here- dont leave" you said as you grab your walkie talkie. "Press the emergency button and call D.D.D. when i page you through this" you explained as you hand him the spare device.
"Okay.."
"Please...be safe" you said as you closed the metal covers and door on your way out of the office, you went in the apartments and hit the emergency button to immediately alert the residents to close their rooms.
"You're no fun at all..." Said the doppelganger by the end of the hallway holding the tray of Scarlet milk.
"And you're a threat" you said as you pulled out your gun that was given to you by the D.D.D. services. He rushed to you as he tackled you down on the ground, bottles of Scarlet milk shattered on the way he dropped it near you staining both of your uniform and his.
"I told you ill get back at you" he said hungrily as his tongue licked your face. You kicked his stomach and crawled to the direction where you dropped it, but he stepped on your hand and laughed at you.
"No one would remember you" he started as he presses his foot on your hand making you scream in pain. "They'll see you as a crazy security that let in a threat"
"Oh yeah?" You managed to blurt out. "That doesn't matter, i bite" you said as you bit into his ankle Making him step back and let out a frustrated groan.
"FRANCIS-" you page into your walkie talkie. "CALL D.D.D. NOW--"
You grabbed the gun but the doppelganger kicked you to the nearest wall. "You protect their lives but who will protect you?"
He walked to you with one of the Scarlet milk. "No one.." He grabbed your face as he smiled, his eyes were empty as he forced the bloody bottle into your mouth.
You pulled the trigger of your gun thats pointed on his shoulder and shot him.
He screeched in pain as his face start to distort into a monster form of creature that you fear to see. His form rapidly changing as he charged back at you only for you to shoot him twice on his head.
He fall down on the floor, his blood and yours everywhere on the hallway of the 1st floor.
Your eyes were heavy and your head hurts, soon enough you passed out...
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Hello!! I'm so sorry to ask but if it's okay can you do a thingy with the Volturi (all of them please) on how they would react to their human mate being on their đ©žđ©žif you know what I mean. If not that is completely understandable and okay! Thank you for reading!! :3 đčđ«¶
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Contains some nsfw thoughts. I've been thinking of writing a period nsfw fic with one of the vamps, lmk what you think
Aro, like most vampires, has been around for a long long time. And though he does not regard humans as being worthy of his time, you are different. You are his mate. And so he takes it upon himself to learn everything. To read studies, to understand your experience, to know what he can do to help you. The Volturi donates to charities of endometriosis and others. Even long after you are turned he continues, the money is nothing to him and even though you no longer live you know. Aro will always do his best to understand you
Marcus would be so attentive with you and just do as you ask. He's a rather mellow and agreeable man (at least with you he is) and so he is more than happy to be at your beck and call. Want space? you got it. Want to basically be one with him from how close you are? He's laid down and waiting for you to get yourself comfortable. The man just keeps his mouth shut and does as you ask. Happy wife happy life, a phrase taken a little to literally for him in her every moment.
Caius just wants to eat you out honestly. Please ride his face, let him eat you out and taste your blood. He has also heard that it can help with any cramps and pains so, not to worry, dear Caius is at your service. Who is he to refuse you? To refuse a meal and a feast all in one would just be wrong.
Jane only experienced them for a few years, and though she doesn't necessarily remember them she is the most empathetic. Outwardly she may not do much - but in the privacy of your own shared chambers there is nothing you can compare. Nothing soothes like her gentle touch, or the natural remedy passed from her grandmother to her mother to her, and now you.
Alec is another who is at your beck and call, and though he will perhaps tease you a little, he wouldn't take it too far. Sly comments and little pokes are common, but all in good jest. He would never want to actually upset you of course, but if it brings a little smile to your face with an exasperated roll of your eyes then at least he knows you're happy. And if you're happy then so is he.
Demetri also eats you like a man starved. He doesn't care if there is blood all down him, or all in his mouth. You are gorgeous, ravishing even, and he just can't get enough. He could live buried between your thighs, especially during that time of the month. The taste of you is unlike any other to him, and we all know that this man likes it a little dirty and rough.
Felix calls you his whiny baby but still is there for whatever you may need. Tummy rubs, head scratches, couples yoga, he's got you. Don't want to walk or even stand? He's picked you up from the same comfortable position you were in to move you to the fresh bubble bath he's ran for you, setting you down gently in there. Honestly, you could cry from how much you love and appreciate him. Whiny baby, you just need to be loved, don't you?
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hii, i hope your day/night has been well !!
i was wondering if i could request husband miguel whoâs at the society with chubby/curvy wife where reader is just literally stuck to him like glue because sheâs on her period and like also period horny and she desperately wants a lolipop qnd miguel is like totally taking advantage of it by straight up making reader give him a bj for her to satisfy her oral fixation
Holy shit thatâs so hot.
Pairing: miguel oâhara x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, oral (m. receiving), size kink (kinda), miguel and reader both being equally needy, public sex? (they do it in miguelâs office), miguel gets kind of rough so throat fucking ig, cum eating, awfully translated Spanish
Summary: following your husband around his workplace all day means miguel gets to take full advantage of your current⊠situation đ©ž
A/N: someone give reader her lollipop :(
Word Count: 1.6K (unedited)
At this point, you couldnât tell whether Miguel was genuinely clueless, or just being a dick. Youâve been following him around HQ all day, not wanting to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Spider Society, all the while trying not to cry out in pain and discomfort from how bad your cramps are getting.
Itâs like your body wants you to suffer. The dizzying combination of pain, exhaustion, arousal, and the desperate need to distract yourself with something, anything, is enough to make you scurry away from your husband in desperate search of any kind of relief.
You try to follow the signs and the memory of Miguel showing you around his workplace the first time he had let you visit, making your way into the cafeteria. A few Spider-People look your way, confused as to why Miguel wasnât by your side.
Shyly, you make your way to a few food stands and counters set up throughout the room, asking around if anybody sells a lollipop or anything else that would satisfy your need for distraction. Unfortunately for you, nobody has anything to offer, causing you to smile politely and leave the room, despite how frustrating this whole situation is.
Youâve excused yourself to the bathroom an obscene amount of times, been caught clutching your midsection as a result of your more painful cramps (day 2 fucking sucks), and youâve been biting and chewing at the collar of the cute little blouse youâre wearing, which was your first attempt to communicate to Miguel this morning that you are painfully horny. And yet, the man you married for his caring and observant nature was none the wiser.
âÂżAdĂłnde fuiste?â Miguelâs voice booms behind you, causing a startled yelp to leave your lips as you turn on your heels and look up at him. His expression isnât one of anger, like you had expected, itâs more amused than anything. (Where did you go?)
âI wanted a lollipop,â You say softly, fiddling with the hem of your blouse as the mere sight of your tall, tan, muscular husband in that skin-tight, holographic suit makes your thighs instinctively clench together. âBut nobody sells them. You should get onto that, Migs.â You joke, trying to focus on anything but the aching in your lower tummy and the arousal pooling in your panties.
âWhy do you want a lollipop? If youâre hungry, get something real to eat, cariño, a lollipopâs not gonna fill you up.â Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp red eyes full of confusion as he tries to pin your unusual behaviour.
âMiguel, I'm on my period, you idiot.â You giggle, your suspicions regarding Miguelâs cluelessness towards your situation being confirmed. It was a bit annoying that despite how long you two have been together, he can still get so caught up in work that he doesnât remember the important things, like when your periodâs due and that your oral fixation worsens during that time of the month. But heâs too hot to hold a grudge.
Miguelâs amused expression drops and he lets out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples as he mumbles apologies for his negligence towards your feelings the whole day. âLo siento, querida, I had no idea. Can I do anything to help you?â
You smile softly at Miguelâs apology, licking your lips and fighting the urge to suck on the fabric of your blouse as you look up at your husband. âI need something to distract me from my cramps. Is there anywhere here that sells lollipops? Maybe one of the kids has candy or something stashed in their lockers?â
Miguel tries to hide the devilish smirk that creeps onto his lips as he steps close to you. He rests one of his massive, calloused hands on the back of your head, leaning in to whisper against your ear. âÂżNecesitas chupar algo, nena?â (Need something to suck on, baby?)
You blush, Miguelâs teasing comment making you weak in the knees and going straight to your dripping cunt. Your eyes dart around the area the two of you are standing in, terrified one of Miguelâs subordinates may have heard him. Once youâre sure the two of you are alone, you nod, the needy look on your pretty face causing Miguelâs dick to throb in his suit.
With haste, Miguel drags you into his office, your lips crashing against one another as he slams your much smaller frame against the wall, his tongue forcing its way into the warmth of your mouth. One of his hands is buried in the softness of your silky locks, the other cupping your dripping pussy over your jeans, the heel of his palm grinding against your pulsing clit and causing you to whimper against his plump lips.
âFucking lollipop,â Miguel hisses against your lips, his tone dripping with teasing and dominance as he sits down in the nearest desk chair and gestures for you to follow. âIf you wanted to suck my dick that bad, shouldâve just said something, princesa.â
Miguel spreads his muscular thighs, and you take it as an invitation to kneel between them. Your head rests on his leg, causing his holographic suit to flicker at the contact. He canât help but chuckle at the adorable sight before him. His pretty little wifey, desperate to feel his heavy dick in her mouth. With a grin on your face, you reach up to tap the glowing screen of Miguelâs dimensional travel watch, the bottom half of his Spider-Suit dissolving. His hardened cock springs up, pre already dribbling from his reddened tip just because of how needy you are on your period. It drives him fucking insane.
You wrap your hands around Miguelâs shaft, your digits barely enveloping his girthy member, causing him to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes remain glued to his sharp, red ones as your tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe from his swollen balls, along the veins on the underside of his dick, all the way up to his leaky tip. He groans as you plant little kisses against his moist slit, claws protruding from his fingertips and digging into the arms of his chair.
âStop teasing, cariño,â Miguel whimpers, hips bucking against your mouth to try and force his cock inside. âI thought you needed this-â Miguelâs words are cut off by a loud moan as you unexpectantly give his tip a harsh suck, swirling your tongue around it as you savour the taste of his precum.
He knows that youâre overly sensitive and fragile when youâre on your period, but the second your moist, plush lips surround his cock, he loses all self-control. You wanted something to suck, something to distract you from your cramps? Miguel was going to give you just that. He grabs you by your hair and bucks his hips upwards, his cock slamming into the back of your throat and causing you to choke and cry. He fucks his dick into the depths of your mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he pants and moans above you. You hollow your cheeks and rest your hands on the thick flesh of his legs, trying to ground yourself and adjust to the way Miguel smears his precum all over the walls of your mouth.
âLo sientoâ ÂĄmierda! Lo siento, cariño.â Miguel whines, his hold on your hair loosening as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, sucking him off properly now. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet praises to you to make up for his harsh thrusts before. âDoing so good, baby. Keep going.â
Saliva drips down your chin as you take as much of Miguel in your mouth as possible, your hands firmly stroking the bottom half of his shaft that isnât inside the gushy warmth of your pretty lips. The weight of Miguelâs cock against your tongue, the way his veins pulsate and brush against your lips each time your head rises, and the sight of his head thrown back and his thighs twitching as he gets closer and closer to cumming makes your aching pussy drool, your panties surely ruined by how turned on you are.
âIâm- fuck! Iâm gonna cum, bebĂ©.â Miguel whines, the muscles in his thick biceps bulging as he grips his chair and lazily fucks into your mouth to reach his release. Feeling his twitching cock filling your mouth makes you moan, the vibrations of your pretty sounds sending Miguel over the edge. His cum coats the inside of your mouth, spurting against the back of your throat as he pants and curses to himself.
You release his softening member with a pop!, licking up the stray ropes of his release that coat his shaft and lap, swallowing his load and making sure to clean him up thoroughly. He chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you being so obedient and he lifts your chin in one hand to stroke his thumb against your cheek.
âGracias, mi reina,â He whispers, enabling his suit once again, his heavy, moist cock disappearing underneath the digital strands of blue and red. âIâll return the favour at home, okay?â
You giggle and nod your head in agreement, staring up at your fucked-out husband gratefully.
âCan you still help me find a lollipop to buy?â
Teehee :)
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hcs for all the castlevania boys (trevor, issac, hector, alucard, dracula, godbrand, the judge, varney, ratko & st. germain- i think that's all of them lol) caring for s/o reader on their period. can be modern times or past times whichever u prefer. đ
A/N: I wish more people would be less disgusted and more understanding when it comes to menstruation. There are still so many myths circulating about it, Iâm shocked sometimes. One time a guy on Twitter said he thought women got periods because they evolved to eat meat. And I was likeâŠ. Excuse you?? Lol. Anyway, on to the HCs!
Sorry, some are short. I wanted to do longer to make it fair but there were like TEN characters mentioned and my max is supposed to be SIX so some are taking a far back seat.Â
TW: Blood, Period Mention (still w/ GN Reader)
Castlevania Boys Helping S/O GN!Reader with Their Period: đ©ž
Trevor:Â
Is surprisingly resourceful, given the man was a wandering drunk when you first met him.
Not so much in a kind about-it way, heâs very sarcastic and so over the whole thing right after it starts.
But he did have a large family once so he remembers what his sisters and mother went through.
Will cut off strips of his cape for you to use, but expects you to take care of any sort of âmessâ, heâs pre-occupied cleaning whatever latest monsterâs guts off himself anyway
Buys a whiskey but lets YOU drink most of it to help with the cramps (and for him this is the ultimate sign he loves you lol).
Alucard:Â
Is unexpectedly awkward for someone whose mother was a doctor.
Heâs very knowledgeable but unsure of how to broach the subject, sort of giving you instructions on what to do (as if you made it to the age you did without knowing??). Â
And of course, the castle has everything you could need, and if it doesnât, he wonât hesitate to travel to get it for you. Although he does insist you stay in while he retrieves it.
If youâve been together for a while, offers to help clean you up in equal parts removed curiosity and bewitched hunger (although heâs comparatively embarrassed about that later part).
Hector:Â
Not phased at all. The manâs used to sticking his hands into corpses, why would menstrual blood be an issue?
Isnât super knowledgeable about it, heâs been alone focusing solely on his needs for so many years, and this was never one of them. But he does try and learn now that he has you.
He sends his most trustworthy night creatures and reanimated pets to go hunting for the herbs and wild medicines you use. On the other hand, Hector orders the more domesticated pets to stay and cuddle/play with you.Â
On the days youâre curled up in a ball in bed, he offers to read some of the books heâs been writing as he knows you find his voice very soothing.Â
Isaac:Â
Fascinated by human psychology and biology from an earlier age, so heâs moderately educated on the subject.Â
Blood does not scare him, but he does understand the societal stigma around sharing such a natural cycle with him.
Like Hector, he sends out his night creatures to fetch you whatever you need.Â
Ensure you drink enough tea and water to stay hydrated. Also asks that you eat plenty of red meat to help replace some of the iron youâve lost.
Is one of the few men that requests you stay as active as you can, limiting rather than stopping your regular activities. Movement and keeping your mind occupied should make the days pass much faster, as Issac is a firm believer that self-discipline is one of the most powerful tools of all.Â
Godbrand:Â
Not grossed out, but ends up grossing YOU out with his enthusiasm about the whole thing
Will of course offer to go down there himself and âtake care of matters like a manâ - his words, not yours.Â
What? For Godbrand, being with a living, breathing, and most importantly, bleeding human are the perks of your relationship. Itâs like having a partner and a constant food source all in one!
Will absolutely curse out if not straight-up attack any other vampire who dares to bitch about your mood swings or irritable behavior. And then once youâre out of earshot, he will proceed to bitch about said mood swings and irritable behavior. What? At least heâs gentlemanly enough not to do it to your face. Â
Dracula:Â
The most caring and respectful king fr
He is super understanding and educated on the subject. In fairness, heâs probably curated half of the books on menstruation within his vast libraries.Â
Has the necessary products on hand- strips of cloth, herbs for cramping and pain, teas, and a medieval-era heating pad of his own invention.Â
Like Godbrand, offers to pleasure you down there to help relieve some cramps with the help of an orgasm, although heâs much more romantic and poetic when he suggests such a thing to you. And unlike Godbrand, heâs in it solely for your benefit. The idea that heâd get to feed as well is the farthest thing on his mind.Â
Literally the most perfect and doting husband to ever walk the face of this earth oh my god.
The Judge:Â
Expects you to handle it yourself lol.Â
Donât ask him for advice or aid. If you must seek out assistance, he directs you to another woman or midwife within the town.
Considers it highly inappropriate to discuss such matters, even if youâre together.Â
0/10, not very helpful, would not recommend.Â
Saint Germain
Knows a decent amount of what to expect and how to aid you should you request it.Â
Heâs well-educated and very well-traveled, so heâs encountered quite a few different cultural views of menstruation.Â
Does, however, expect you to take care of the more messy parts of it.
He will offer you back rubs or make tea, but aside from him being aware of your current condition, he doesnât change the way he treats you much at all.Â
Sala:
Gets high key disgusting with it
Asks if you can gather all your bloody rags in a big bowl so he can perform some satanic ritual with it. (Youâre like⊠Um, no??? Unless youâre cray-cray too, which, if youâre with him, has a fair chance of ringing true.)Â
Will tell everyone else in the monastery about it cuz heâs a freak like that.
Keeps reminding you how in your current state, you would be a perfect sacrifice for the Great Lord Dracula⊠Ya know, because of the blood thing?
Subtly is NOT his strong suit
Varney:Â
The entity also known as Death knows your cycle better than you do lol.
Keeps a mental calendar in his head, and starts peppering you with more kisses than usual a few days before your bleeding starts.Â
Just really wants to get on your good side. And wants you to recall in the coming days, how sweet he was to you, so you know, you donât take all your anger and frustration out on him.Â
Very little scares him, he is Death after all. But aside from people not dying and Belmont giving him another go, your mood swings on your period scare the hell out of him.Â
Heâs not a patient man, and by day seven, Varney feels rather demoralized after being encumbered by his partnerâs common human condition.Â
Begs Ratko for help. Is promptly told to piss off.Â
Ratko:Â
Doesnât react, except to tell you that you smell so much better this way.Â
He delivers that line in such a deadpan too, you almost misunderstand what heâs talking about.
Admits that heâd be willing to âclean you upâ, should you find that arousing.
Regards you the same, but does find himself staying closer to you than normal, for fear the other vampires and night creatures around you will find your scent so enticing and try to take whatâs his.
Challenges anyone who looks your way longer than five seconds. Partly as a means to protect his claim over you, but mainly because he rather enjoys the combat practice.
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apropos of nothing, I made Tape-E
Who is Tape-E?
During one of the TMA livestreams (trying to remember which one), a fan question was asked âIs there a mascot (for the Archives or the show itself not sure)?â One of the team suggested âTape-y?â, to which everyone else responded with âOh no!!â. So I thought, oh yes! So yeah, this is your fault đ
What is Tape-E?
As Mr Bonzo is a parody of Mr Blobby, Tape-E is a parody of Clippy (these last two names rhyme).
Who is Clippy?
Clippy was a microsoft office assistant, introduced in 1997. He was a little virtual paperclip (officially called Clippit, but that name never caught on) who sat on the bottom right corner of the page, and was programmed to give advice in popup speech bubbles when certain actions were taken. For example, if you wrote out an address and âDearâ, Clippy would say âLooks like youâre writing a letter. Would you like help?â. The name Tape-E in the livestream seemed to be referring to Clippy, as there are many similarities in the behaviour of Clippy, and the actual tapes/ tape recorders in-universe:
always on by default
appears at inconvenient times
provides help you do not want
hated by (mostly) everyone
watching you with cold dead eyes
enjoyed by nostalgia and retro seekers
Why make Tape-E?
As I am of the same generation as some of the RQ peeps, I unironically loved Clippy and Mr Blobby as a child, and it gives me great joy to imagine, in the TMP universe, Sam getting a little pop up: âLooks like youâre trying to code a case file! Would you like some help with that?â In our world this would be impossible - Windows NT (as the official name) was dropped in 1996, one year before Clippy was born, BUT there is voice recording on TMPâs ancient computers, so itâs not totally impossible! đ
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What are cassette tapes?
Just a little recap for those who didnât grow up with tapes: Cassette Tapes contain information embedded in magnetic tape, wrapped around one spool and attached to a second spool. When played, the spools are turned by the machine and the magnetic tape is wound onto the other spool, the information read out through speakers as the magnetic tape moves through sensors. As the magnetic tape can contain different information depending on the direction of tape movement, you can flip the cassette tape over in the machine, and play the tape again, hearing another load of information. This concept is never utilised in the show, but it does mean that cassette tapes have A-sides, and B-sides (as Vinyl records do). Here, of course, this stands for Archivist-side, and Brutalpipemurder-side.
On occasion, the magnetic tapes would become damaged, or bent, and could be pushed out of the cassette, causing a horrible noise, and terror to small children who were only trying to listen to their Just William tapes. When this happened, a pencil (or in my case, my little finger) could be jammed into the spiky spool âteethâ, to rewind the magnetic tape back into the cassette. Maybe thatâs why the eyes are red? đ©ž I am very glad that the TMA tapes are magic, and record endlessly, never need flipping, and never get chewed up by the hungry machine.
Why is the name Tape-E?
Canon answer: the name stands for Tape-Eyes. Possibly Tape-Entity? Undecided.
Actual answer: Tape-y, Tapey and Tapie spellings look weird to me. I think Tape-E looks best.
Why a tape and not a tape recorder?
if you can crochet a tape recorder, youâre a genius and I love you.
What gender is Tape-E?
I might refer to Tape-E as male sometimes because thatâs how people often referred to Clippy. But Tape-E is whatever gender Tape-E feels like being.
Why now?
Why not?
also now is a good time because TMP episode 15 is an excellent episode
Whatâs going to happen to Tape-E?
Iâm going to gift it to Jonny sometime, if we get more liveshows or book signings. Itâs his fault this exists after all. Plus you can write whatever you like in the speech bubbles! Hopefully I can give it calmly? But maybe Tape-E will be yeeted in his general direction in a fit of ADHD-fuelled social anxiety. Only time will tell.
Tape-E is a pattern and design created entirely by myself. The inspiration and world building from whence it came, is entirely the genius of @jonnywaistcoat Jonny Sims, Rusty Quill @rqbossman and The Magnus Archives, which is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a creative commons attribution, non-commercial share alike 4.0 international license.
Clippy was invented by Microsoft and Kevan Atteberry, who now illustrates childrenâs books.
Mr Blobby is an adorable abomination, created from a fevered mind.
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memory dump at 6am because i do what i want
warning for some fucked up shit and implied kidnapping maybe
âȘïž this is like, specifically after i was a newborn vamp and started living in the hive with the others
âȘïž i hated that i was a vampire now. it pretty much made me depressed lol i isolated myself and wouldnt eat. I was kind of still in the midst of plotting my great escape from the hive and killing every vampire in it, though i had no plans for if i actually escaped
âȘïž marcy always had a softer spot for me, so she dragged me out of my depression hole kicking and screaming. she dragged me into some kind of furnished gold room while i screamed insults and thrashed. she told me to calm down and dropped me before saying she had a surprise for me
âȘïž she gave me my first taste of blood. she brought in someone, i dont remember who, but they were bound with tape across their mouth. a prisoner, clearly. i could smell blood on them, i could hear their heartbeat from where i stood
âȘïž of course i refused. i said i would rather die than act like one of you monsters. but my god my mouth was watering. i hated it. i was so hungry
âȘïž when i did eventually cave, after much coaxing, marcy put her hands on my shoulders and said something akin to "now that wasnt so hard, was it kiddo? How do you feel?" I felt whole again. It was incredible. I told her that
âȘïž when i said i wanted more she smiled a big, fangy smile and called in some minions with the snap of her fingers. She said "bring more blood for your new prince" which was the first time i was ever called that. when i questioned her about it, she just laughed. she just told me "stick with me, kid"
âȘïž after that we just kind of hung out? her minions brought me more to eat (not from an actual person this time, thank god) and moved the body. she showed me more of her powers and said she could teach me how to use mine, which was an ordeal on its own ill get to later lol
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đ€đȘŠVampire DietđȘŠđ€
Vampires are delicate, tall nocturnal creatures unlike us gluttonous humans. Theyâre not gonna munch on any cheap cheeseburgers. They are simply above temptations.
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rules
- youâre allergic to most human foods. not only garlic.
- you can only eat red, black and white things
- bonus points if your daily calories are a dark number, like 213 or 666.
- a holy number like 444 or 777 and you DIE!
- donât stuff yourself. feeling tired, dizzy, empty is normal for vampires
breakfast
Newly awoken from your deep slumber, youâre tired. and thirsty for blood. đ©ž
35g yogurt (21), 20g frozen raspberries (11) red fruit tea (10)
lunch
Opening your lunch box you find spider web bread and a fried raven egg. Cant remember making it but very yummy
fried egg (76), white bread (80), black coffee (2)
dinner
(you know i had to include this!!!)
Tired and bloodthirsty you come home to your castle to feed upon an innocent soul (idk).
1 blood orange (70)
total: 270
optional: milk
your fangs need calcium. and you dont get a lot of vitamin D from sunlight now, do you?
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Hii! I've seen some Pregnancy scenario with LaD's men, but I have this HC-- personally for Sylus. That when fem!reader got pregnant, he didn't really understand how the Pregnancy hormones work, until he experienced one and he got confused how he should act or react because it's feels like he's walking on landime, one wrong move/word, she'd throwing tantrum or being sulky at him
I've heard from my Friend who got pregnant before, when she craving something and her Husband showing any form that he can't fulfill what she's craves, she felt her heart broken, and she'd sulk and acted as if he just cheated on her. The problem is, she always craved something that didn't even exist at that momentđ, she's craving certain type of Mango while it's not even that Mango season, so nobody selling it. He literally being desperate to negotiate with her cravings
So... Can I request a scenario smiliar like that? It doesn't have to be mango, or any foods. Just... how Pregnancy hormones or Cravings could make Sylus got frustated lol
Aaaaa anon this is adorable, thank you! We love making Sylus suffer in cute and harmless ways. He's always asking for trouble, so let's give him some! đđ
Something Sweet
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: Sylus knows how to get what he wants. Getting what you want might be a little more tricky...
Genre: fluff!
Warnings/Additional tags: female!reader, IMPLIED pregnant!reader (pregnancy not actually mentioned or described- just hormones being hormones â), established relationship, canon pet names, a lil bit of roleplay because Sylus refuses to leave his Mystic Adventure era
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
âSy, dâyou know what Iâm craving right now?â
âAlways, sweetie.â Sylus doesnât look up from his book. âNot now, though. Iâm tired.â
Morning sunlight streams through the gaps in your living room curtains, casting pale yellow shapes over the floor. A shard of it has been inching over the sofa towards Sylus, the sharp edge now grazing the side of his face. He shifts, ever so slightly, away from its touch. His eyes are open but heavy.
âNo,â you scold, leaning forwards to swat at him with your book. âThatâs not what I meant, you narcissist.â
He chuckles with his usual low timbreâ his gaze still not liftingâ and the sound is deeper for how close he is to sleep. He wants to give in to it, you can tell. When he turns a page, the movement is languid, soft. Youâre losing him.
âSy,â you say again, then with more of a whine: âSylus.â
His eyes flutter closed as he draws in a deep breath. His hand raises, his fingers stretching to pull his reading glasses from his face. Theyâre set down on the arm of the chair beside him, along with the book, and he turns to you with a smile. âWhat are you craving, sweetie?â
You rest your book on your stomach. Your legs are stretched out over Sylusâs lap, and his hand finds one of your feet, massaging an ache from it as you begin your speech. âDo you remember that cafĂ© we used to go to? The one we found when it started raining in the park that day? We didnât think it was open, but then the owner knocked on the window and said we couldââ
âYeah?â His hand moves to your other foot.
âWell, they make theseââ
âMacarons.â
âYou remember?â
His smile widens like he remembers vividly. âKitten, how could I forget? Iâm still jealous of that sweet little treat. Youâve never made that face for me, and believe meââ he wiggles one of your toesâ âIâve tried.â
That had been one of the only times youâd truly caught him off-guard, back when your feelings for one another were unnamed and uncharted. The rain had been drumming against the cafĂ© window, and youâd heaved Sylusâs damp coat from your shouldersâ giggled at the raised eyebrow and the sarcastic ââŠthanksâ heâd given in turn. One hot drink later, you were lifting a pastel pink macaron to your lips, taking a delicate bite and failing to stifle a tiny, almost euphoric moan.
You remember realising yourself: blushing profusely and expecting some remark, some ridicule, but none ever came. Sylusâs eyes were wide, dark, fixed upon your still parted mouth.
After a few of the longest seconds of your life, heâd dragged the plate with the rest of the macarons away from you and muttered something about how you had better not do that again.
âTheyâre still the sweetest things Iâve ever tasted,â you tease now, just as youâd wrestled him for that plate back then, set on eating every last macaron.
He makes a hmph as he idly runs a finger over the part of your foot he knows is ticklish. His expression is distinctly grumpy, but it falters as you laugh and try to writhe away from him.
Youâre quickly out of breath. âSylus?â
âMmm?â
He glances up at you and you smile sweetly, head tilting. âPlease?â
His coat on a rainy day. The entire plate of macarons in the end; heâs never been very good at denying you anything. For the first time since youâd stirred him from his book, however, he appears genuinely regretful. âYouâre forgetting something, sweetie,â he murmurs gently. âWhy did we stop going to that cafĂ©, hmm?â
You shrug.
âIt closed, kitten,â he sighs. âMonths ago.â
âWhat?â
Not only did you already know thatâ you actually visited the cafĂ© on its final day. The owner was telling you stories: he was moving somewhere warmer, closer to family, and he needed all the funds he could get. Sylus had snuck an obscene amount of money into the manâs tip jar whilst you acted as a distraction. You both had fond memories of that place; it was nice to make one more.  Â
It's all coming back to you and youâre struck by a wave of nostalgia. You want to go back there. You canât go back there. It doesnât exist anymore, and youâll never taste sweetness like that again.
Your mouth has gone dry.
âSweetie?â Sylus prompts, because he notices youâre far away. âAre you alright?â
âYeah,â your voice wobbles, âI just really wanted⊠I mean, I really needed one of thoseââ
â⊠Macarons?â he finishes for you.
You burst into tears, and one day, youâll tally this as another time you took the man by surprise. His face drops instantlyâ lost, for a momentâ before he slides your legs from his lap, allowing him to lean closer. âNo, no, no,â he coos, âdonât cry, kitten, please. I didnât mean to⊠well, I didnât realiseâŠâ
He doesnât know what to say, and he always knows what to say. He set you off with a single word and now heâs stuttering like sentences are all possible landmines. He tries his luck again, putting a foot forward: âListen to me. Iâll go to the store. Would that be alright? Or perhaps thereâs another cafĂ© that couldââ
You explode: sobbing even more viscerally. Your whole body shakes with it.
Sylus has frozen. He watches on helplessly as you cry, blabbering about the macarons you canât have and the cafĂ© you canât return to. Across the room, even Mephisto has hunched down on his perch, though he issues a few, spirited squawks, maybe in solidarity with your breakdown, or maybe in protest of it.
Itâs like a catalyst. You cry more: burying your face in your hands because what the hell is wrong with you? Itâs not a big deal. Itâs not a big deal, so why do you feel sick? And then thereâs Sylusâ your Sylus, devoted and adoringâ and here you are, punishing him for something beyond his control.
You look up from your hands, desperate to apologise, but heâs gone. More shards of sunlight paint his empty seat and catch all thatâs left of him: a few crow feathers, glistening like onyx. Mephisto is gone too, and the room is quiet, save for you snivelling and feeling sorry for yourself.
âSylus?â you call out into the empty morning.
It isnât his fault, not really. You wouldnât want to be around you, either.
âŠ
Something brushes over your cheek, and your tired eyes open.
The sun has ebbed back behind the curtains and the ceiling light has taken its place, casting artificial highlights over everything in reach: the coffee table, the closed-up flowers at its centre and a mug of tea thatâs gone cold. Sylus is in front of you too, backlit and soft like a daydream, and heâ
He left you.
âSy?â you whisper warily, because the context is coming back to you slowly, piece by piece.
âHey,â he coaxes, voice as honeyed as whateverâs turned the air sweet.
You blink, rubbing sleep from your eyes and relishing the warmth of his hand on your face. Then you slap his shoulder. âHey, really? Thatâs all youâve gotâ hey?â
Heâs kneeling for youâ on the floor, beside the couchâ so you can meet his eyes. He settles his chin thoughtfully on the edge of the seat, his nose almost touching yours. âWhat would you prefer, sweetie?â His lips are close to yours too. âGood evening, my beloved? Greetings, my queen?â
âHow about sorry?â you snap, because he isnât cute and he isnât charming.
He pouts. âWhy sorry?â
âBecause you left, Sylus!â You sit up straighter, and your phone tumbles out of your lap. Its screen is still lit-up from a few hours ago, showcasing a very one-sided conversation and a rant you never actually sent, because itâs still in the text box.
You vaguely recall writing it, so you try to snatch the phone from Sylusâs hand as he plucks it from the floor. Heâs more alert than you. More co-ordinated. He keeps it out of your grasp as he reads the unsent message, an eyebrow raising.
It was a lot of thingsâ colourful, creativeâ not entirely tasteful. âMy, my, your highness,â he tuts, âso this is the treatment your valiant knight receives for undertaking your quest?â
âYouâre not valiant,â you rebuke, and you manage to wrestle your phone from him. âYouâreââ
âA heartless prick,â he finishes casually, quoting your message with a chuckle. He takes your free hand and kisses the back of it, refusing to let you pull away. âAnd whose fault is that, I wonder?â
âYou can have your heart back.â
âNope. Youâre stuck with it, sweetie. With me, too. Nowââ he sits back on his kneesâ âwould you please ask me about my quest?â
The analogy is lost on you. You sit fully up, looking down at him. âWhat quest, oh valiant knight?â
His lips form a smirk; he just loves when you play along. âClose your eyes.â
You doâ whether youâre queen or not. You hear him shifting aside, and then thereâs a snap of his fingers. The air changes, warping like thick, liquid smoke, and you know heâs using his Evol. âOpen,â he commands.
And there on the coffee table, freshly teleported, is a plate of macarons the colour of cherry blossoms. As if anticipating the comparison, Sylus pulls a handful of pink petals from his pocket and blows them up into the air so they can spiral down on the scene. He watches them. Then you. âTa-da,â he proclaims, his tone dry but full of humour.
Youâre prone to hyperbole nowadays, but this is without a doubt the best thing you have ever seen.
âSylus,â you gasp in disbelief, âhow did youââ
âIt doesnât matter,â he says; the story isnât for today, and heâs very, very tired. A few weeks from now heâll tell you about how he tracked down the contact information of the owner of the old cafĂ©. How he spent an hour on the phone bargaining for a certain macaron recipe, and several more hours in the kitchen, trying to get them perfect. âNow, they might not be exactly the same, sweetie. But I did try toââ
You surge forwards, capturing his lips in a kiss. Itâs so impulsiveâ so recklessâ that you almost tumble down from the couch, but he catches you, steadies you, and your hand is gripping the soft of his hair as he kisses you back. Slowly, his mouth not leaving yours, he lifts you back into your seat.
âEasy, sweetie.â His voice is low as he pulls away, and though he turns his face from you, you can make out the blush on his cheeks. He settles back into his kneeling position on the floor. âI have one more surprise for you. Do try to control yourself.â
He retrieves a small, complete flower from his pocket, albeit one a little dreary from its journey. Sylus smiles triumphantly as he holds it out to you, and he was right; you do want to throw yourself at him. Instead, you take the flower and lean forwards, tucking it behind his ear before he can protest. Heâd tilted closer to help you, and he sits back with an exasperated tsk when youâre done.
âIt suits you,â you grin.
He yawns. âEverything does.â
You donât want to get into trouble, so you shimmy to the very edge of your seat and carefullyâ showing tremendous restraintâ reach out to take his face in your hands. âYouâre amazing, Sy. Thank you for doing all of this for me, butâŠâ
âButâŠ?â
âI missed you. I like macarons, yeah,â you smile, âbut Iâd much rather have you.â
This time, he canât hide his face and the way it goes pink, like the blossom behind his ear. His cheeks are warm beneath your palms. âYou couldnât have said that before I spent the whole dayââ
His voice is strangled as you keel towards himâ slow and deliberateâ to thread your arms around him and pull him into a hug. He tenses for a moment, then wraps his arms around you too: holding you tightly, keeping you from falling any further. You can feel his hand stroking your back and he hums as you give him a gentle squeeze.
âSuch a lovely moment, kitten,â he muses, your head on his shoulder. âI do hope itâs sincere, and notâ sayâ an excuse for someone to get her paws on the macarons behind me.â
Thereâs another moment of quiet.
âDonât be silly, Sy,â you retort, but your mouth is full, your cheeks are stuffed, and not a single word of it is intelligible.
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delicate â© jude bellingham
about: the massive hate you are getting on internet and the way jude stood by you, supporting you.
couple: jude bellingham x reader! singer
request: hey babyyyy! what do u think about a jude x reader (maybe olivia rodrigo fc) ?? xxx love u
face claim: olivia rodrigo
NOW: Judeâs Bellingham talks âReal Madridâ, His first World Cupâs impressions & His favorite Y/Nâs songs.
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user1 heâs so perfect đ„č yn and him seemed like soulmates
user2 I REMEMBERED WHEN YN POINTED AT JUDE DURING GORGEOUS AND HE TOOK A PHOTO AND SHE WAS ALL GIGGLY
user3 yn once said âyouâre so gorgeous, it actually hurtsâ and âthey say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives. you know I love a london boy.â
user4 @user3 im yn
user5 imagine being jude bellingham and having yn write her best love songs and best title tracks about you a DREAM
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ynusername vampire song and video out now đ§đŒ. writing this song helped me sort through lots of feelings of regret, anger, and heartache. it's one of my favorite songs on the album and it felt very cathartic to finish. im so happy it's in your hands now and I hope it helps u deal with any bloodsuckers in your lite. all my thanks 4ever đ«¶đ»
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judebellingham proud of you, vampie đ§đŒđ©žđ„čđ«¶đ»
ynusername @judebellingham love u babs
user1 vampire is one of the best songs ever
user2 another song about another ex đ„±đ
user3 @user2 literally let people write out their feelings or WHATEVER they want. obviously yall can only attack women for this tho...
user4 people calling yn boring or overrated for writing songs about her ex does not sit right w me âŠ. like let her write about whatever she wants?? sheâs 20??? all singers have songs about their exâs???? stfu
user5 @user4 SPEAK. ON. IT
user6 "yn makes too much songs ab her ex" "all she write is break up songs, sheâs so obsessed"
ok then stop listening to her songs đ€·đ»ââïž
user7 whaaaaat đ why are there so many people mad that yn wrote some songs about her ex. meanwhile, there are men who only write songs about fucking hoes and using drugs and yet they still get praised for it đ„±
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judebellingham date night with vampie to celebrate all of her achievements, proud of u â€ïžâđ©č
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user8 JUDE CALLING YN VAMPIE >>>>
user9 i hope i find someone who supports me the way jude supports yn
user10 ill always be soft for these two. its amazing how jude supports yn in any way he can and yn never forgets to save jude a seat. fucking POWER COUPLE!!!
user11 @user10 i just love them
user12 lets talk about the fact that at the 2020 grammys she didnât feel like there was someone to celebrate with and now she has one and he helps her and supports her and take her on dates when she achieves more and more in her singing career đ„č
user13 yn and jude be like: happiest relationship of my life, so letâs go cheer for my breakup songs together đđđđđđ
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ynusername delicate is out now 𫧠surprise song for yâall, hope u like it đ«¶đ»
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user14 delicate video really speaks to me. yn let go of the world's expectations of how she should act, smile and behave. once she did that, she was able to find who she was looking for. iâm shaking and crying, so so proud of our baby!!!!
user15 @user14 itâs already my favorite music video of her!!!! i love the lyrics 2
user16 these pics were taking by jude iâm CRYING and the lyrics⊠I JUST LOVE HIM EVEN MORE
user17 @user16 yeah đ„č iâm so happy that she found someone that makes her feel like that
user18 delicate is one of the most beautiful songs yn has ever written, itâs so GENUINE.
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tumblr dashboard in the vita carnis dimension simulator
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đ„©livingmeat-unofficial
gary's feeling a bit adventurous today!! hes adjusting well to his new indoor environment and doesnt startle as much when i stand close to him, we're making progress <3
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You do know trimmings are wild animals, right? A house is not a suitable place to care for a wild animal :/
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cranky cause u dont have a little guy trudging its way around ur home arent u
#also hes a rescue not a pet #we keep him in the house while hes being rehabilitated
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I wonder if taking just enough melatonin at just the right time could get you to sleep through a host spore infection...
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Only one way to find out!
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whwere the fucl am i
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(via @weepingcrawl)
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4 days?!???! Jesus op, are you ok?????
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hopital đ
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do any crawl experts know what would cause a meat node to not drop off? the crawl by my place has only ever spawned trimmings and meat snakes - is it spawning a mimic? what should i do?
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what the fuck is a harvester
#OP KILL THAT THING #STOMP ON IT SQUISH IT CUT IT OFF WHATEVER JUST GET RID OF IT
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walked in on my little brother watching mr maker reruns and honestly i forgot how fire that show was
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WOW! I remember that show too... it was always such a delight when it came on the television! Oh, good times đđđ
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SCREAMING
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goddddd, this type of person just INFURIATES me. trimmings are NOT pets!!! they ARE wild fucking animals and they are NOT adapted to live indoors!!! why does everyone keep buying into the pet trimming propaganda!!!!!!!
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cranky cause u dont have a little guy trudging its way around ur home arent u
#also hes not my pet. if u had read my tags u wouldve known that
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a grub or perhaps some kindof worm
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look me in my eyes and tell me you wouldn't
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