#sorry about that lol

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Your Friendly Neighbor thoughts: john soap mactavish x reader

Suggestive content mdni 18+, mentions of masturbating, sex acts, soap being oblivious and accidentally teasing you

Neighbor!Soap spends a lot of his off duty time exercising, it’s the best way to keep his mind occupied from all the racing thoughts in his head. So naturally, he gets a little bulked up in muscles and while he’s noticed, he doesn’t really pay much attention to it. He was already pretty beefy before

But oh, how oblivious he is to you.

You notice. Of course you do because Soap is around you as much as possible, doing everything for you without being asked because he’s just nice like that.

Except, he doesn’t understand that he’s involuntarily flexing while he helps you bring in groceries or when he mows your lawn, or when he does literally anything physical. He’s completely unaware of the fact that you’re trying your hardest to make it so you’re not obviously staring and swooning over him.

It’s bad enough you get flustered so easily, but now he’s unknowingly torturing you.

You’ve embarrassed yourself by being unable to speak after seeing him take out your trash or carrying any heavy packages you’ve got delivered.

And the thoughts he muscles brings along…

You’ve had to stumble your way through an excuse to have him leave you alone so you could go take care of your horny self.

You feel shameful rubbing your clit, thinking about how his muscles would feel when he’d wrap his arms around your thighs to keep you in place while he eats you out, or how he’d lock you in place with his arm gently hooked underneath your chin while he pounds away at your sore cunt from behind.

Sometimes you get so caught up in the fantasy you can’t even cum, which leaves you even more embarrassed because you know he’d do it. He’d pull so many orgasms out of you with his strong hands you wouldn’t think anymore.

He doesn’t know how flustered he makes you and that was both the best and worst thing in your mind

[kiwisandpearls]

i hate when people acknowledge that it’s ok to make messed up fiction only to follow that up by saying that you should keep it private instead of posting it on the internet.

Like it just doesn’t make sense to me. Messed up fiction is allowed to exist publicly on the internet. Just because you personally think it’s immoral doesn’t mean anything.

if it’s triggering then I’m sorry but any work of fiction can be triggering can be triggering to anyone, even the fiction you personally like.

You’re always going to find fiction you personally don’t like on the internet. It’s not creators jobs to keep that fiction private just because you personally think negatively of it. It is your job however, to curate your experience. Block tags, block people, scroll away. I promise you that will be so much better (and helpful) for you than telling people that they should keep certain types of fictional content private lol.

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

In The Heat Of The Morning

Pairing: Miles Kane x Alex Turner (Milex)

Word count: 11k (one-shot)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Some baby puppets smut for your enjoyment! This is one of those completely self-indulgent fics that have been rolling around my head for years and which I finally decided to write. It's sort of my (and Miles's) love letter to the fluffy wonder that is 2008 Alex, and to the TAOTU era, which will forever hold a very special place in my heart. Basically 10k of smut (but with plenty of feelings to because it's them and it's me). Hope you enjoy! ✨️

Endless thanks to the wonderful and supremely talented @uhbasicallyjustmilex for the beta and the cheerleading - your kindness and support mean the absolute world to me Lulu, you're a absolute gem!! 💘

Excerpt:

There's no denying it. It's an unmistakable moan. A throaty, broken sound that Miles has definitely never heard Alex make before, because he'd know if he had. It’s similar to the sound Alex sometimes makes when he’s performing with the Monkeys, at the start of a bridge or a solo, but it’s also not like that at all. Because where those moans are deliberate and showy, this one is clearly accidental, and therefore much, much more intimate. They both freeze, Miles's hand still gripping Alex’s hair while the ghost of the moan continues to echo inescapably through the room.

Read on AO3

[silvereyedsankta]

steddie sketch that i’ll maybe clean up later hehe

[ink-the-artist]

I saw some of your tags on your recent reblogs, and it made me wonder what you tink of the recent outcry against "AI art" tools? With your tags, it sounds like you'd have different thoughts compared to what digital artists posting about it right now, and it got me kind of curious. No pressure to answer publically if you think you'll get flak for it - I'm just curious to hear your perspective because of those pieces you resurfaced.

I typed out a bit long thing about my own thoughts, but then realised that dumping that in your inbox would be a little unhinged. TL;DR - I'm neither here nor there. Selling the results is wrong, at present at least, but the tools themselves... ehhh? are they really??

That's the jist of it. If you'd like me to, I can elaborate with some of the play in 5 acts that I edited out. For context, I do art but I don't want to pursue a career in art in the current digital age, and I've worked on """AI""" (text to speech vocalisation) in the past but I'm not a staunch defender or anything, I just know some stuff about what "AI" is.

the outcry against ai art is because people are worried it'll take the place of actual artists and more recently because there have been a lot of artists whos art has been used in these ai programs databases without their permission or against their will (I think there's even a few instances where they used art from dead artists.) And I definitely agree with the outcry against that. I don't think ai generated art can meaningfully replace actual human art because art isn't just about creating images, ai cant replicate the self expression and communication and, well, humanity of human art, but I do think in the future it may take some jobs away from artists if an employer/company can get the same thing they want for free or cheap from an AI as they could with a human artist. there is also a real concern that ai images (not art this time but photographs) will become convincing enough in the future that it can lead to misinformation being created and spread incredibly easily.

I use Artbreeder mostly and sometimes Wombo and I use it to generate photos rather than art, I like using the shittier programs bc the stuff they generate is very uncanny which works great for horror art lol. I also don't just post the thing I generate on artbreeder, all my ai posts are heavily edited and I'm basically doing photomanipulation and collage somewhat, they genuinely take a lot of work and time. Ive been inspired by uncanny ai images for my own horror art for a good while (back when that "this image is meant to simulate a stroke" post/hoax was going around, which is how I learned about artbreeder, then called ganbreeder) before I started seeing ai "art" become a thing or neuralblender get popular. Im rly into the idea of horror that comes from something that looks familiar but not quite right and you cant quite figure out what you're looking at. I think you can see the ai influence in some of these,

I think ai is a great tool for artists that should be explored, and I personally haven't seen people object to that use of it, there's artists that use it to visualize their ideas before making the art themselves or use it to help come up with ideas for their art. but i don't think just generating an image and posting that is really art, there has to be some element of transformation from you.

[vierdz]

Pixie's Prize for monstertober's challenge

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

On a scale from 1 to 10 how messed up is your version of Michael? (How much stuff he is post scoop or if scoop doesn't happen how messed up he is mental)

Poor thing is a definite 10

TW: brief mention of self harm

He doesn’t get scooped in my AU, but he’s got the trauma to make up for it.

William spoiled him with toys and video games, but he totally missed the memo that parents are supposed to spend time with their kids.

He was also harsh and had stupidly high expectations. Mike could build the parthenon, and William would find something wrong with it.

But he never considered it abuse, and it took him a long time to accept that it was. He had friends who’s fathers would beat them black and blue, William never did that.

His mom left when he was eight. She was young and never really wanted kids, but William insisted that it was just what they were supposed to do. She loved her sons, but she wasn’t happy being a mom. She was addicted to Valium pills and one day just up and left with a man she had an affair with, leaving little Mike sobbing in the drive way.

She tried to write letters to Mike and Evan, but William always intercepted them before the boys could see them, leaving Mike to believe his mom had truly abandoned him.

Mike loved Evan. He teared up when baby Evan first squeezed his finger in his little baby fist. But things soured as they got older. Mike was jealous of Evan, and angry at the world. But he never meant for it to end the way it did.

He fell into a severe depression after Evan’s death. He wasn’t even allowed to go to the funeral. He couldn’t eat or sleep as the guilt ate away at him. He took to cutting himself. Partly as a form of self punishment, and partly just to feel something.

William couldn’t even stand to look at him. His abuse became worse and worse, and Mike couldn’t even be mad because he felt like he deserved it.

He watched from afar as William slowly lost his mind.

He snuck into William’s basement office once and was nauseous at the sight of the broken bloody Fredbear animatronic wrapped in Evan’s blanket and surrounded by toys and rotting cake. William found him, and it was the first time he ever beat him.

When the missing children incident happened, Mike didn’t know what to think. Half of him couldn’t believe it. Sure his dad was creepy, and he’d hurt him, but he had a reason to hurt him, he didn’t have a reason to hurt innocent kids. The other half of him accepted the truth. His father was a monster.

The time William was taken into police custody was the most stressful time of his life.

Eventually William was released due to insufficient evidence, he came home acting chipper like nothing was wrong and even looking at him made Mike sick to his stomach.

One day, Henry was at the house for dinner, and Mike found the courage to call William out on his phony behavior directly. Something in William snapped. He grabbed a knife and started chasing Mike, swinging the knife like a mad man, screaming that he wanted him dead. Mike ran outside while Henry wrestled the knife away from William.

Henry brought Mike back to his house and tried to comfort him as he sobbed, “he tried to kill me. Why’d he try to kill me?”

William showed up a few hours later, demanding to have Mike back. Mike listened to William and Henry screaming at each other as he hid in the bathroom, quietly sobbing and trembling.

They found Charlie’s body the next morning, and William went missing. Mike blamed himself, and he believed Henry must too.

He had gotten back into contact with his mother during the time William was in custody. It was awkward. He was relieved she had actually tried to contact him, but he was still mad at her for leaving, and after years apart, things just weren’t the same.

But she did offer to let him stay with her, and since he felt like a burden to Henry, he accepted.

Henry took his own life shortly after Mike left. Once again,he blamed himself.

For years afterwards, he tried hiding from everything. Desperately avoiding all the news stations and true crime “detectives” that wanted to interview him. He was done with Freddy’s, but Freddy’s wasn’t done with him.

“ITS ME”

“SAVE THEM”

He had consistent nightmares and “hallucinations” of the animatronics. The thought he was going crazy, but it felt way too real to all be in his head.

He moved back to Hurricane, applied for the night guard position under a fake name, and witnessed the haunted Animatronics first hand.

The pizzeria shuts down soon after, due to a lack of business and a strong stench of rot. The building was barricaded and the animatronics were dismantled.

He eventually reached out to the families of the missing children, telling them that the ghost stories were true and explaining what he saw. They deserved to know the truth, right?

Most of them wanted absolutely nothing to do whith him, which he understood. But a few, more open minded people seemed interested. Older siblings of the kids who had died. Some didn’t actually believe him and wanted proof he wasn’t bullshitting, others were just desperate for answers and closure. They agreed to meet at the shut down restaurant.

It was immediately more dangerous than Michael thought it would be, because the animatronics seemed to have reassembled themselves. He wanted everyone to get the hell out, but now that they knew Mike was telling the truth, they needed to investigate and find out what really happened.

While snooping around they found a sealed off room that reeked of death. They opened it and unknowingly freed stringtrap, the killer, William Afton.

But he wasn’t William Afton anymore. Years of tortuous pain, starvation, and isolation, had reduced him to a feral zombi like creature. Michael doesn’t know which is worse.

Springtrap attacked the group and every time Michael would throw himself in front of them and try to sacrifice himself for the others. He wasn’t always successful in helping them, as one of the group got his arm torn of and eaten by springtrap.

Eventually the group decided “fuck this place,” and started a fire to destroy it for good. The escaped just intime to watch the building be engulfed with flame, with springtrap inside.

Killing his father didn’t bring him joy or anguish or anything that he had expected. He didn’t really feel anything.

Mike grew close to the group, especially Danny, the foster sister of Cassidy. She was very iffy about him at first obviously, they all were, but she knew that none of what happened was actually his fault. She admitted to Mike that when she first started to warm up to him, she felt like she was betraying Cassidy, but after seeing how selfless and brave he could be, she thinks that Cassidy would’ve liked him.

Over time, the two of them developed a romantic relationship, and decide to fuck off to the other side of the country. They didn’t want anything to do with Freddie’s ever again.

They had a son named Evan (Gregory), and around the time he was 4-5, Freddy’s started, unfortunately, making a comeback. Evan asked if he could go, but his parents vehemently refused. They were a bit overprotective but they were also right.

One day Evan goes to Freddy’s without his parents’ knowledge and becomes the target for a William Afton copy cat killer. He escapes unharmed but it was still massively traumatizing, for him and his parents.

In the end, Michael is trying to move on and recover, and in some ways he has. He’s much happier as an adult than he ever was as a kid/teen. But the past keeps popping up again and again, threatening to destroy the new life he’s built.

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

A fit I was planning on giving Roa and his true form. You cannot tell me his hair is natural it’s brunette or pink and I’ve stood by this for over a year.

[honestmouse20]

I'm Obsessed with Monkie King and Macaque's dynamic!!

When i first saw the show, I didn't know much of anything about it and just from previous troupes I assumed Macaque was just a 'bad guy'. He was very quickly my favortie villan tho. And then, as I got to season 4 and saw their past, the two of them got a grip on me.

Because, usually, you would assume that the gloomy dark one would have done something bad to the light one, right? (shitty troupe but yk it's common) That's the troupe. They had a falling out and it's probably something along those lines. That was my idea anyway.

Then i watched the show Again and realized that in some of the flashbacks it had Wukong stabbing Macaque in the face/head. LIke very suddenly this show wen tfrom oh they're rivals and they used to be best friends. To, oh they were best friends and definatly more, to oh they had a falling out and one of them tried and *succedded* in killing the other. But it wasn't the 'bad guy' character, the moody one. Nope it's the Main Character's mentor, the *hero*, is the one who killed his best friend husband.

And That is what pulled me in so hard that I've had to rewatch the show again. Because OF COURSE when Macaque is brought back by LBD, he'd be vengeful and want to kill Wukong. But then yk we see form the beginning that he doens't Really want to hurt MK or Wukong, even tho he would never ever admit it.

Like I just. Holy fuck Lego. I Love that so so much. It's so painful to think about too, espeically with those flashbacks in Season 4. Or memories or whatever they're called. And Peng's line about there being 'nothing Wukong could do to break his hold over you' to Macaque.

Even tho Monkie King not only had a falling out with Macaque, he also fought and *killed* him. And Still, Macaque ends up helping him and allowing him back into his life. At least a little. I hope by Season 5 they'll be more in a reluctant friendship again yk. Bc yeah, Macaque fucked up too, Monkie King Wasn't the only one who fucked up but he undoubtably did the most damage to their friendship relationship. I'm gonna be thinking about this Forever.

TLDR: Monkie King being the one to have done the 'unforgivable' thing that ended his and Macaque's friendship even tho he's the 'hero' of the show is incredibly good story telling and I'm totally normal about it.

[localyardchicken2]

Was reading this awesome fanfic abt wally and when I got to the end of chapter 6 it was written so GOOD I just HAD to draw it man. Link to fanfic below ^^ written by SyncroVoid !

[aether-friskets]

a whole line collection for heather is crazy, congrats on finishing such a big project!! do you have any favorite phrases of hers that you found out while making all this? or just in general as you played the game. something silly or touching or just showing her character maybe.

thank you!! There's definitely a lot of interesting little tidbits you can pick up, although also a lot of "there's nothing interesting here" comments lol

i guess I'll give some random tidbits that I remember and liked for one reason or another (decided to put it under a read more because it's a bit long):

That weird old detective is out there, so I'm not leaving.

This was just funny to me, like I totally missed it on all previous playthroughs. It's from the beginning of the game, if you try to exit the bathroom from the entrance door. Also puts into perspective how much the relationship between Douglas and Heather changes over the course of the game, considering how she views him later on. At this point, though, he's just some weird old guy that won't leave her alone

also, I noticed certain item descriptions can change a bit? For example, what Heather says about the knife she's carrying changes before vs after first encountering monsters in the real world.

it goes from "It's a switchblade for self-defense. I've never used it, but just in case" to "It's a switchblade for self-defense. Better with than without it against those monsters", which is a neat little detail.

the other example of it that I spotted was with the pendant, another item you have for the whole game. I didn't notice the change until the church, after reading the book on Aglaophotis, but it's possible it changed sooner. It was just the addition of "I wonder why I feel sick inside when I look at it?", which might be a bit of further hinting towards its purpose at the end of the game.

Anyway, side tangent over, back to stuff that's more actually focused on Heather.

The bottle says, 'DANGER! Do not mix!' Hmm... mix with an acidic detergent and it'll produce poisonous chlorine gas.

I also love how she finds bleach and just goes "hmm if I combined this with detergent I could make poisonous gas" just, without any prompting or anything. Like girl why did you know that

There was a nice silver ring in here the last time I came... Bummer that it's gone, huh.

(jewellery display in the mall)

I mean, I'm no thief... I might act like one now and then, though.

(silver coins in the office building)

makes me wonder if she's perhaps shoplifted now and again... lol at the very least, shes no stickler for the law, which i can respect honestly

I don't really feel like eating and drinking stuff from an alternate reality, OK?

(shelves with wine in the mall)

I'd feel weird drinking anything sold in a place like this, though.

(vending machine in the office building)

But this popcorn doesn't look right. I don't think I'll be having any. But then again, I wouldn't eat anything else here either.

(popcorn stand in amusement park)

The insistence on not trusting random food and drinks you find lying around... which is probably the smart choice tbh

Hell, I might still be sleeping here, for all I know. ...I wish I were.

She brings up the idea of dreaming and nightmares a few times in cutscenes and such, and I can see why. It would be nice to wake up from something like that and realize it didn't really happen. But, she knows that's not the case.

Is someone sleeping here...? All this red stuff around here is blood. This guy's not sleeping.

(corpse in subway)

There's a dead body inside this box thing. There's nothing interesting here.

(corpse in amusement park)

The door's open. Inside there's someone wrapped in a bag. Maybe--no, they're definitely dead.

(corpse in the church)

I think it's a little amusing seeing the range of reactions to the corpses, for some reason

like girl if its in a bag and not moving its safe to assume its dead by now, especially in a room full of corpses

I also think it's interesting seeing bits where she thinks about Alessa more near the end...

And I don't want to remember them. Because I'm not Alessa anymore... But Alessa is still me. I'm really not trying to deny it or anything.

This line surprised me because while I didn't remember seeing it before, I said pretty much the same thing in a post talking about some of my thoughts on heather a little while ago. And it does sum it up well. She's not Alessa anymore, but Alessa is still part who she is.

i also noticed Heather often switches between "I" and "her"/"Alessa" when talking about her.

It's a picture of me when I was 7. I look bored and sad. Well, of course I do. I was always like that back then.

Like in this instance of talking about a photo of Alessa...

The scribbling on the floor here is Alessa's. For some reason, she always drew monsters like this when she was alone.

vs talking about these drawings on the floor in Alessa's room.

I--no, it wasn't me. Alessa wrote this a long time ago.

Or here, where she can't even make up her mind which to use.

24 years ago, Mo... Dahlia used me to summon God.

(oh there's also this part where she almost calls Dahlia Mom but decides she doesn't deserve that title loll)

There are even a few hints of original Cheryl left, which is nice.

This is my sketchbook, from 17 years ago. On the front cover is a picture of Dad. Really awful work.

(Cheryl's sketchbook)

But I do have just a trace of one more memory left. I haven't forgotten my sweet and gentle mother.

(After reading Harry's diary)

obviously, the "sweet and gentle mother" is Jodie, because I can't imagine Dahlia described that way by her lolll

also this line just made me laugh a bit:

Helmets? Should I take them with me...? Nah, never mind. It's pretty geeky-looking.

ooh there's also a couple lines that made me sad when I found them, I'll put those here:

My home... My dad! Is he okay? I'm sure he is. He must be.

(literally a few minutes before getting back to the apartment and finding him)

I just... Don't want to remember. Get me out of here.

(Alessa's sickroom)

I used to take these dolls with me when I went to bed. Scarlett and... Damn, I forgot the other one's name. In fact, I don't even know which one is Scarlett.

(dolls in Alessa's bedroom)

I want to get out of here, but I just can't. This is for Dad... and for myself. And... For Claudia, too.

(trying to exit the final room back through the door you entered)

also...

I'm exhausted, but I don't think I can sleep now.

(heather's bed)

I'm tired, but it's no time to sleep.

(motel bed)

get this girl some REST!!

Anyway, this is a lot of random stuff, and there's probably more i could've said, but overall... It's really interesting to see all these little details! Like obviously her dialogue and actions within cutscenes says a lot, but I think getting all this insight into her mind through little item interactions is really interesting! This ended up being a bit rambling and not very actually insightful, but I hope it still gives somewhat of an idea :D

[fandomfairyuniverse]

I’m dealing with a lot of emotional whiplash at the moment because day6 is back (yay) but taeyong is enlisting in a month (not yay) so yeah

[chubbydino]

mr. invisible and the thing | chapter 12

“What are you doing?” Max asked, annoyed.

“Admiring you,” Charles murmured.

buy me a coffee?

[ursineart]

artfight attacks pt 1 🐺

CatsWithHats // StardustStrix

v1ct3r-cr0w // @cammohu //@cheetahchips

archielamps // @clippy

[themultifandomdisaster]

UNO REVERSE CARD! what's a trait you love about yourself? AND what is your favorite part of your own writing?

I've been UNO reverse'd by tumblr user aliresix AUGHH

One trait I love about myself, this one is easy... probably how optimistic and positive I am about life. Idk I just love the world and life. With its flaws and all

Oof the other one is HARD especially because I haven't written in a while... it's probably description because that's the one thing I can actually kind of do. Either that or the plots I come up with, they're pretty neat I think

What about you ? What about your writing do you love ?

[shaddy-bee]

Please tag your nudity and porn stuff lmaoo. Been following forever but I open this app infront of ppl lmaooo

Yknow honestly I sort of forgot about it, I used to tag all the nsfw stuff as, well, nsfw back ages before the ban. And then they just kinda, blocked that tag from existing entirely so, I'll have to come up with something new for suggestive images that wont be too terribly long and get back into the habbit. Maybe just priv, short for private aka not public. Ill prob use that for now unless I think of something better.