#baby girl losers

[lillyosaurus]

drawing losers of the babygirl poll, part one

[55sturn]

✮ LOSER!CHRIS AND MEAN GIRL!READER BLURB 0.1

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments and content, smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of harder drugs [ cocaine ].

it was nearing midnight when y/n had called chris, demanding that he meet her at the 7/11 in the middle of their two communities that was a little over a ten minute walk or skateboard ride. chris knew she wanted him to buy her a pack of malboro reds, knowing that the manager would snitch on her to her dad, despite her being twenty-two. chris, dejectedly, agreed. unable to find it in him to deny her demands that she uttered in that sickly sweet voice that made his head spin and blood rush to his cock.

chris swerved between the few pedestrians that littered the sidewalks, pushing himself forward with his right food as he huffed his strawberry elf bar, yet another thing that y/n had gotten him hooked on. he had been avoiding her for the last few days, given their last interaction, he was stumbling around the party that they were both at, hoping to find her but after he opened the door to the basement and went down a couple steps, he had caught her face first in the table, a dollar bill rolled tightly between her fingers as she snorted the thin lines of powder. as she tilted her head back, letting the drug flow into her system, she made eye contact with chris, her heart slightly breaking at the saddened look in his eye.

but in true y/n fashion, she was quick to glare at him and roll her eyes, tuning back into whatever conversation had been going on before chris came down, but when she looked back toward the staircase, she was met with an empty spot where chris had been. the look that had glazed over his eyes stirred up the guilt in her stomach, the bitter feeling eating away at her that she forced herself to ignore.

as she stood out the 7/11 she told chris to meet her at, she felt her stomach swirling with butterflies, both out of nervousness and excitement, she was excited to see him, hoping they could head back to his place, smoke a blunt or two, and then fuck, but as chris approached, his shoulders taut and his forehead creasing in frustration, she worried that she wouldn’t be getting what she wanted.

“hey, here’s the cash, you know what to grab right?” she hums, grabbing a couple twenties from her purse, folding it into chris’ hand as he nods curtly, not wanting to spend too much time talking to her. he’s in and out of the convenience store in the blink of an eye, tossing three of the four packs into her hand, keeping one for himself as he picks up his board.

“what you’re not gonna stay and talk?” she pouts, hoping to somehow convince him to stay.

“what would i say? it’s not like you listen anyway, y/n.”

“wow no princess or sweetheart, i really must’ve made you mad.” she chuckles, trying to lighten the tension between them as he stares at her with a miffed expression.

“you did, i never sold that shit to you for a reason, y/n. that shit is dangerous and i actually give a fuck about you, whether you want me to or not.” he sighs, rubbing a hand along his jaw, ignoring how it clicks in frustration as she rolls her eyes, stepping closer to him.

“i know, okay. i know, and i’m sorry. i just wanted them to keep liking me. i won’t do it again, i swear.” she mumbles, knowing full well that she was just trying to manipulate him so he would take her back to his place, but she also knew she didn’t have her claws in him just yet.

“if you wanna convince me, you gotta try harder than that, sweetheart.” he chuckles, stepping close enough to her for their chests to touching, his eyes not straying from hers as he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“i pinky promise.” she giggles, sticking out her pinky to him, watching as he loops his around hers before he leans down to whisper in her ear.

“okay, let’s head back to mine, you’ve got some making up to do.” he hums, his lips ghosting along the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she swallows thickly and nods.

STARS CORNER i’m excited for the next lil segment of this series

FIC TEASER HERE

[holyfacehead]

in this essay i will—

[webdollzz]

I love when people do like loser au!ellie or loser!nerd!ellie, did we play the same game...no need for an alternative universe...that bitch already a loser nerd.

she collects SUPERHERO CARDS at NINETEEN mid apocalypse. she reads comics. she's hyperfixated on space, and loves to draw. my baby girl is the nerdiest loser ever. I love her.

[prideprejudce]

people incorrectly claim that the godfather is the "ultimate guys movie" but in actuality this film is for the girls and the girls only. thank you francis ford coppola for your contribution to us. no i wont be taking any questions

[whoblewboobear]

No but in another life where Jace isn’t too far gone, he and so many other coworkers coulda vibed. Henry would tell Jace that he can do anything he puts his mind to and helps Jace sign up for community college or take night classes on the side to take a level of Wizard. I love Porter’s nasty awful ass, but Jace deserved better company and better relationships with his other coworkers that wouldn’t have killed him.

Like Tiberia would hate his ass but if he asked and put in the work she’d maybe help him learn the basics. He could go get drinks with Corsica, meditate and practice mindfulness with Yolanda, etc. like the possibilities were endless. I don’t mind him being dead and he doesn’t have to be reformed, but in death I image he regrets trying so hard to build a bridge between Porter and himself.

I’m 100% attached to Jace now and he’s sooo tragic to me in a Kendall!Sucession type of way. Like the only thing in his way was himself and he pursued the wrong thing and got nothing to show for it.

Catch me frantically scribing an Aguefort Coworker’s Retreat AU for my baby girl Jace where Arthur makes his staff (villains and all) do silly team bonding activities and some of them come out of it a lil better for it.

Porter gets revived to participate bc it would be his personal hell but is absolutely not allowed to teach at Aguefort anymore on account of the grooming students to be his worker bees. Maybe he’s sent to work in the compass points where Ayda and Aelwyn could destroy his ass at a moments notice. Maybe over time he’ll pick up a book or two on pirate friendship and send Jace an orange idk. Is this anything?

[bikananjarrus]

can’t believe 30 (40???) something darth maul got his ass kicked by ahsoka and her little baby face. like what a loser <3

[imnotabitchyperson]

IM FINALLY DONE, im doing little sketches (soon) of the rest of the characters, you guys can choose who i do next

[cryscendo]

oh, everybody said “anderson is a dreamer.”

blaine anderson + are you satisfied? by marina

[55sturn]

a day where loser chris passes by mean reader and doesn't even acknowledge her like he usually does

it takes chris a frustratingly long to get to this point, but he needed to. he had told y/n that he was done, he couldn’t be her lap dog anymore, not when she went out of her way to hurt him, to use him, to string him along. and he knew better, he knew what she was doing the entire time, but he was so desperate to finally get the girl of his dreams that he didn’t care, but he started seeing that he was worth more than everything he made of himself, and he wanted to be a better person, someone that didn’t hate himself, and letting go of everything that made him hate himself, all started with her, he needed to let her go, despite being so sure he could change her ways.

they’re at the same party, and chris is walking around with his friends, talking and laughing with them, and he’s turning away old customers, he’s no longer selling anything but weed because it’s now legal and he doesn’t want to get caught up in anymore illegal shit and he’s paid off all the debts owed to his suppliers, and he feels lighter, he feels free.

and he makes his way into the kitchen, where y/n is standing, feeling out of place and wondering why the hell she was invited to this party after her falling out with her best friend karina, with all her friends because they had finally called her out on her selfish ways. for the first time since she was fourteen, y/n was completely alone. and her eyes light up at the sight of chris walking in, hoping he’ll talk to her again, it’s been months of no contact, but he doesn’t even bat an eye at her presence as she stands there, an innocent sparkle of hope flickering in her eyes, that soon diminishes as she watches him grab a couple drinks and turn away without even nodding his head at her. and she watches him walk back over to his friends, handing the unopened beer to the girl beside him before wrapping his arm around her and pressing a kiss to the brunette’s forehead, and it makes her heart shatter.

she knew she had no right to feel hurt, not after what she had done, especially while she knew what she was doing to chris, that she had meant to hurt chris the way she did, and that’s what makes her stomach twist with guilt and shame, she knew full well she treated him horribly, she knew the intention was there. she knew she deserved to feel horrible for hurting him, and as she turns to walk away, she catches chris’ eye, and for the first time since chris was fourteen, he wasn’t phased by the sight of the girl he had spent so long pining after.

[lunoralu]

good morning 🦴💗

[mangoisgay]

Loser, Baby cover!! Bonus art from yours truly 🫶🏾✨

[tracegf]

GABRIEL LUNA as BORO POLONIA FUBAR 1.08

[oceanwithouthermoon]

god he is such a fucking loser oh my GOD

[phonkscribes]

Loser Wesker practically barking because reader is back and now in hd in Evil Resident™ Remake!!$!$!$!!$

Back from the Dead... sort of.

He hasn't seen them in ages, and as a fan of such an iconic(and unfortunately deceased) character, the smallest crumb or appearance of his favorite Evil Resident character is enough to have him obsessing over the remake just to view the Reader in all their glory. In which, Loser! Wesker starts raving like the fanatic he is over his beloved villain.

When it was first announced that they were remaking the fourth installation of the mainline game, Wesker couldn't say that he really cared, the protagonist of that game wasn't his favorite to play through but it set the foundation for how the future games would play like. The grinding for better weapons wasn't all that great either, and there were certain parts that he'd rather skip over from how tedious they were, and he honestly wouldn't have pre-ordered it had it not been for one very important detail. Since the fifth release of the Evil Resident franchise, you would finally be making a return, and such was teased in the trailer for the remake. He recalls watching it for the first time, with baited breath as the teaser played out. The better graphics was certainly something to behold, but none of that mattered until he saw the familiar outline of your face, only in better detail and played by someone who encompassed the very idea of who you were.

And then, when he didn't think it could be any better than it was, he was graced by that lovely voice of yours. The sweet sound of your timbre elicited a response within himself that could be likened to a starving dog, just about ready to have his treat. Swallowing thickly, he had to calm himself, pressing a gloved hand to his mouth to quickly muffle and suppress the downright joy at finally having his muse return to him. And in such an honorable fashion. Wesker had his doubts, because there was only so much a mere actor could comprehend about you, they likely wouldn't play you to the tune he desired for your image and character... but this was something, something after years of nothing. The only thing he could celebrate your existence through was the erasure of your death via fanfics and indulging in the content that others lovingly crafted for you.

Now he could have more to play with, more content to keep him pacified and sated until the next installment receives its inevitable remake or remaster. You might be nearing the precipice of your death, retold for the next generation, but he would savor every moment he could have with you. Yet again, you're at the front and center of his mind, this time seating yourself(literally) in the center of his screen as he analyzes every subtle movement that he can. Hell, he hasn't even started playing it yet, and he's already taking as many pictures as he can for his designated folder on his hard drive. The devil works hard, but Wesker works harder. And when he finally receives his copy, he cannot help himself but to stare at the paused cutscene where your mocking grin graces his monitor. Observing you closely, he wants to make sure that he gets everything right, equipped with a notebook in hand even.

If you think the slightest thing is getting past his eye, you'd be dead wrong. This close appraisal of your character is imperative to the new wave of fics he has to write now, because if even the slightest detail is off, it will irritate him. Especially if some upity new fan thinks they can unseat him from the throne he has crafted within the community. No one gets you like he does, and Wesker isn't shy of announcing that to the new fans that make abhorrent judgements about your character. The mischaracterization of his beloved muse could very well be his demise, but he would rather die than to let those degenerates capture you all wrong. Your time might've been sparse in the remake, but it was time enough, DLC included.

[the-chaos-crew]

wanted to contribute to what his wings probs looks like

I stared at so many dung beetle photos oh my lordy.... I now very well know what scarab beetles look like