shut up g no one cares

MAKE A CHOICE.

“So who’s side are you on?”

“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”

“If you had to pick one of them, who would you pick?”

“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”

“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and he’s just a ball of energy.”

“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”

“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around knives.”

“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s asking for a bad time.”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”

“Overall they’re both bad people. If they existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”

“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”

“Ok. G’night.”

I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I had.

I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding, cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e   y o u r   c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.

Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering, my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

.

D͙̝̫̘͕̳̫͉͙̊̍̎̔̉͢ Ḭ͚͙͕̻͈͑̑́̾͗͗͗̂ D̶̯͙̹̩̦̫͉̆̇͆̈͐   Y͙̳̦̥̥̻̑̊̉̄͊̾ͅͅͅ Ǒ̶̬̬͓̘͇͙̅̐̉͋̓ U̜̠̠̩̩͌̍̀͌̊͠   M̷̢̰͈̣̣̮̖͂̒̾̈͋͑ Ì̢̜̰̜͉̥͗͑̎̔̃̇̽̉̔ Ṡ̙̜̙̙͎͐̈́̕͘ S̷̡̡̛̰̟̃̋̊̐̋̉̉͐͘͟   M̴͙͉͙͇̀̽̓̃͛͛͌̓̕͜͝ Ḙ̛̮̝̿͆́̀͊̄͜͢͝ ?̢̩̯̤̭͎̫͚́̌̃͐̽̌͢ .̷̠͙͍͇͍̪̘͌͌̀̒́́̈́̓ .̷̡͇̬̙̪̋̈̍̏̂̄̌͊͘

͂̒̓̅

“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.

The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.

Y O U ’ R E   N E V E R   E V E R   G O I N G   T O   E S C A P E   M E .

I turned away from him as his image ran alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.

The computer screens flashed, Anti materialized.

Y̧̛̫͚͙͑̀̋̽͡ͅọ̸̲̪̭̳̲̩͈̬̅͛̾͂̑͑̊͂̊̆u̵̙̳͖̱̯̮̭̯͚͗̎̕̕͡ c͈͎͇͓̲̥͖̰̐̾̂̒̋̀̓â̢̧̻͉̳̻͂͐̓̇͞n̸͖͚̲̤̰͕̒̊̿͘͜͜͡’̵̡̨̢̼͍̿͒̈͊̏̋̽́͜ͅt̗̻̮̗̭͔͍̿̔̉̊͘͝ͅͅ ǵ̸̱̼͔̜̩͕̥̆̍̔̋̾̍̿̚͝ę̶̛͍̝̱̗̪͋̔͐̉̀͑̿t̝͙͓̜̗͕͔͇̀̊̓̐͂̇̒̇͘ͅ r̠̠̩͉̈̃̽̊̌͛͠ͅi̡̨̛̟̼͇͕̖̣̹͎̔̍̌̀ḑ̵͖͇͔͚̞̏̒͋̔̓̍̏̓̐̚͢͢ͅ ō̮̘̜̥̮̦̙̞̲̍̌̇͆͂f̶̪̗̦͖͕̜̉́̆̉̓̓͘ m̠̼̪̫̲̤̬͑̌̓̽̍̓̾͠͞͞ȩ̷͓̠̣͙̫͆̾͆͐͆̏͆̈͐͜!̷̖͕͉̳͙̐̉̓̓̀

His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider. The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE

I ’ V E   B E E N  W A I T I N G   P A T I E N T L Y .

I̯̘͓̖̗̲͙͒̽̓͑̈́’͈̣̼̖̞̱͒̂̐̾̋͆̽́͢͝v̷̩̻͕͇̋͗̊̌͗̆͘͜ȩ̶͖͇̗͋̎̾̄̊͑͟ b̴̻̪̱͉̟̾̀͌̈́̂͛̈́̉̾͞ẹ̶̢̫͈̲̄͂͋̈̽͜͠ę̥͔̮͇̥̞̱̯͋͆̍́̍͋̎̽n̢̡̛̙̭͎͙̰͓̂̀͆̈́̅̐̈̚ h̛̬͈̹̺̼̣͂̏̔̐̑̽̚͡ḛ͈͎̩̺͕̙̎̆͂̇͛̂͆r̶̦̻̲͔̼̄͂̉͂͌̿͗̿͡ͅͅĕ̡̹͉̖͇̞̼̥̭͊̉̋̿̑ t͙͕̥̼̽̿̄̔̀͐̕͜ḩ̶͙͚͓͕̗̿̒͋͆̾̔͛̓̕͜͞ͅi̴̢̛̺̗̺̝͂̄̊̊͊͢s̵̲̠̜̹̦͕͛͐̔̿͗̃͌̔ e̶͙͚͙͙̪͚̊͛̅̈̾̑̎̐͝n̵̺͍̗͉͔̂̐́̀̏͘t̶͚̘͕̱̪̞̥̘̳̽̌͂̔͑̍̓̃͟i̧̨͈̟̔͛̄̎̓͟r̜̝̜͚̰̽̑͒̾́ę̢̟͈̲̼̻̹̜͂̿̓̾̾ t͉̻̻̳͋͐̃͒̋̾́̏̃͢i̴̢̡̞͖͍̦͈̟̰̩̎̊̆́̀͋͠ṁ̴̡̪̹̫̟̘̆͌̅̔͜͜͝ę̖̣̯̘̼̭̌̈́̀̆̄̓̊͂͘͝!̵̨̢̧̤̤͙͛̏̔̽̇̓̔͞͝


“I don’t care!!” I screamed. “I don’t want either of you!!”


Y̴̨̢͙͉͇̬͖̺̍͊̾̔͌o̸̟͍̘͉̲̦̻͔̟͖͛̑͑̒̾̀͝ų̶̲̰̜͕̣̘͒̐̈͋̂͐̈́͢ͅ s̨̢̤̼̣̘͈͂̏̿̋͗́̀̉͒͢͞ͅt̵͕͍̪̰̩̲̦̱͈̓̐̈̀̓̐ő͔̣̫̘͕̯̦̝̿̈̊́̈́͞p̶̨̖̪̘̱͔̌̉̾̉̇̊̉͜p̴̼͔̬̣̦͙̥͇̀͗͗́͜͞e̵̡̧̧̢̛̛̯̯̙̯̮͇͗̏͌́̾͝ḏ͚̮͎͑͛̾̽͋̆̐͟͞͞ p̸̡̜͎͇̳̩̦͕̥̹̾́̓̋̋̏̀à̛͔̖̟̰̘̜̘͔͖̓͌͞y̮̩͔̰̦̺͌͋̓̓̾̇ͅi̼̦̱͔̞̖̟͒̾̓͐̄́̅̚ņ͚̥͖͈̬̦̝̀͊̽̓̀͟͢͞g̸̱̦̦̤̤̠̹̾̓̍́̅̕͘̚͢͢͡ à͉͚͔͚̪͐͌̎̍͑̕͘t̷̡̢̛͙̬̻̭̔̅͂̌́̾͟͠t̙̰̰̲͙̮͍̲͂̿̉͌͛̐̍̃̆͠ȩ̛̹͚̮̰̐͆͊̄̆̊͆̄͠n̥̼̣̭͎͎̅̇͐͐̀͋̉̚͜ͅt̙̩̙͎̪͍̂̈́̀̔̉͂̀̀i̬̳̹͖̬̯͈͇̗͆̆̂͛̓͝o̸̯̟̣̥͖͐̓̃̀̐̔̋̚͞͝n̟̘̞͈̩̱̰̯͉̯̒̂͒͘͡!̡̣͔̮̳̝̄͆̑͗͗͛͗͆͜͝ͅ

I ’ V E    B E E N  P U S H E D   A S I D E .

T̴͍̝̠̭̯̭̰͓̃̎̑̃͡h̢͚̻̟̜̹̪̊̒͂͛́̽̒̎͟͜ͅr̴̛̠̠̱̖͖̯̗̻̥͛̇̑̌̐̑̕͡e̸̺̠̫̲̱̅̀̎̓̆͡ͅw̵̧̡͓̙̮͍̮̼̏̓̍̐͗̌̃̀͢͠ m̶̡̡̮̟̻̙̩̦̈́͐͒̊̈́́̀͢͞͞͠ͅḝ͔̜̻͚̽̓̓̌ a͉͖͍͐̀͌̌͂͌͢͢͢͜͝s̛̖̲̠͍͈̤͆̔̽͑̚î̸̢̡̡͕̬̮̩͍̠͍͂̉̔̉͂͌d̶̮̞̞̫̟̉̊̃͛̐̇͘͠ȩ̨̜́̎͊͋̄̉̍͢͟!͈̪̥͎͔̰̮̤̯́̀̊̕̕

R E P L A C E D .

S͖̜̦̩͈̾̅͆̃̈́̑̿̚͢͟o̶̠͇̹̗̼̭͌͆̑̐̕͝m̠͚̠̥̙̀̄̐̀͊̃͂͋̕͘͢͟e̸̡͈͓̪͈̱͓̍̆̊̿͜͜͝o̶̢̳̯̦̳̼͌̃̀̽̋͜͝n̛̜͎̖̪̜̒͗̋́͌͌͒͜ę̨̣̥͍̝̪̜͖̒́̓͝͠ t̴͔͍͈̫̻͚͛̀̐͌̌͠o̷̧̨̧̫̤̟͔̮̮͍͂͛͊͐̎̋͐̄̽͑ r͎̫̼̳̬͈̀̌̔̃̿̾͐͟͞e̢̛͖̤̤̳̔̂̽̂͂͆̈́̆̚p̢̨̛̤͖̠͈̀̿́̑̕͘l̨̰̬̦̺͚͔̲̞̉͗̿̌̉͂́̋̐͘á̴͕̭̣̘̩̜͛́̍̊̋̓͟͞c̵̗̦̼͖͈̀͊͑͆̾͘͞͞ȅ̷̢͎̫̝͇̫̗͔̍̑͑̚͟͝ͅ m̨̧̢̢͍̩̭͔̏̉̆̿̀͊͊e̟̘̯̯̯̯͚̖͚̓̿̓̍͠!̸̡̱̯̻̬̗́̀͐͋̏̓͝͞

M O C K E D .

“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.

N O   M O R E .  N E V E  R   A G A I  N .

I kept running, gasping desperately for air, but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.

Ľ̷̛̳̠̼͈͔͎͙̠́̃́̈́̇͑͟͡͠i̛̛̪͙̼̱͛̎̾ͅṣ̜̖͓̜̜̤̣̼̖͐̓̓̂͡ţ̶͍̳͓̝̞̯̺̊͛̋̋̎̊̑̆̚͠ę̰̻̥̣̻͒͗̑̄͡n̙͔̗̩͔̻̫̻̰̗̂͒̈́̅͝͠ ṱ̸̩̣͓͈͕̇̊̓̇͘̕͢o̪͕̭͖̠̽̃̽͐̅̂͞͝͡ m̢͚͈͓̞̞̳͒̒͗̄̋̉͋̑̾̍͢e̸̩͙͉̥͔͊̓́̅͒̚̕͡!̻̯̲̳͇͂̿͒͒̅̾̚̕͡

Y O U   J U S T  N E E D   T O   L E T   M E   I N .

Ï̸̡͔̗̜̺̟̾̓͗̈͘͝ a̵͈̘̲̯͈͖̩̝͎̠̓̑͛̊͠͝ḿ̴͖̹̭̺͙͕̄̔̅̓͂̏̌̾͠ ḩ̷̯͖̘̒̿̈͂̂͒͟͟͟͝ȩ̶̨̪̲̉̎̀̓̉̉ͅŗ̧̺͔͙̫͖̭̳̮͗̑̀̏͐̅ě̴̗̠̰̣͉̘͓̪̬̪̒͑͗̄̄̃̅̂͝ n̸̦̤̘̙̝̠͚̙̒̔̎͋̽͢͝͠ó̵̮̦͔̩̝͖́͐͋͛͛̍̌̀̒w̨̡͔͕͔͚̲̰̩͆̂̎͆̀͐̏̚̕̚!̵̖̪͖̤͐̀͆̇̔͛̂͗̋̃͜ͅ

I   C A N   P R O V I D E .

“Liars! You’ll both kill me! Just finding ways t hurt me!”


I̸̡̨͙͙͚͇͈̝̟͆̇͐̐͘͜͠’͈̗͖̝̣͖̰̍̊̔̋̅͘͘͟m̷̨͍̖̫͔̾̍̔̉̇̈́ a̮͉͎̣͉̘̗̖̟͊̒̽̎̀͑͜l̴̻͓̜͈̩̳̼̹̱̰̍̓̎͗̿̿̃͘͘͝w̵̡̢̜͖̭̺̉͆̿͑̂͜͡a̡͉͎͈̋̎̇͌̇̈̿̕̕͜͝y͔̤̝͓̰̮̰̜̱̍̎̐́͋̈́s̨͕̗̝̮͉̝͕͗̊̍̀͒̽̔͂͒ t̸̝̜̩̞̞̃̓̽̂̆̀̓͂͘͠h̨̡̠̫̞̪̩̯̹͗̎̐̂̆͢ë̶̡̧̗͔̭̩͚̤̝̉̔͛̕͜͡͡r̙̣̻͕͇̞̎̇̓̑͂̀́ȩ̷̛̘̰̻̼̳̲̫͖̿̆̆̈́͡,̨̩̞̫̺̲̂̇̀͛̎̐͛͆͝͝ a̡̠͚͓̺̬̝̻͌̀̆̆͛̇́͜͢͡͞l̸͙̪̹̙̘̫̮͙̑̑͋̾̌̑͘͞w̸̧̧̨̟̘̞͎̪̾̊͊̚͞ͅà̘͇̘̮̱̭͐͆̽̎y̷̧̨̙̝̦͖̙̘̾̃͆̒̓̀͒́s̷̢̠̤̟̙̩̤͐̌̋̕̚͟ͅ w̷̧͎̫͙͈̤̖̭̝̝̐̐̔̿̑̓̈͑͘a̸̢̡̰̻͉̫̠͓͉̣͌͐̄̾̋͂̀̔͡t̴̫͚͚̰͕͉̳̑͋̈́̃̉́̒͆͑̏c̢͉̩̭͎̽̇͋̔̚͡͡͡ḩ̷͙̩̭̜̔̑̈́͂̾̃̂̊͜͡ͅi̶̛͉̩̼̦͈̬͇̍̉͐̾̒̀́n̴̙̹̱͔͕͔̪̆̀͆̄̄͐͘͘̕g̢̯̰͈͍̽̌͂̈́͗!̴̡͕͍̳͖͚̭͚̹̞̒̂́̆̐͗͝

I   C A N   G I V E   Y O U   A N Y T H I N G !

“You can’t make me choose!”


I̶̱͕̱̥̭̦̙̤̅͋̂͒̒’̺̣̹̫̺̮͌̾̅́̒͘͜m̡̛͙͕̩̫̺̬̘̎̈̒̕͟ n̥̙̥̣̞̱͚͚̭͖̄̃̉̊̐͡ơ̸̬̣̺̘̘̱̽̔͛̈́̓̾̚͢͞ͅț̴͇̰̹͓̯̍͒̒̑̔̋̾̐͝ g̢̨̢̢̣͚̝͇̰̈́̆̽̔͗̍̊̓ͅơ͔͖̤̮͚̽̓̏̔́̔̔̌͌͟ͅì̴̧̠͚̱̳̫̮̠̖̺͒́̍͌̍́̅ń̶̢̙̭̥̦̄̋͘͝g̶̢̼̜̗̹̘̀͗͛̿̕ ą̴̜͇͉̞̗̭̎͌͛̍͗͑́̐͡͡ņ̵̨̯͓̲̑̒̐́͒̍͟y̸̡̝̘̦͇͔̜̬̓̍́͂̐̈͟͡ͅw̶̼̤̟̺̮͇̹͌̏̃̉̂͋͛́͢͟͢͞ḩ̢̡̩̱̻͔͉͛̈́̊̋̑̅̈͊̕͘͟ȩ̸͇͙̙̻̫͌̏͗̉͠ͅŗ̨̙̟͙̞͎̜̣̅͊̏͋͠e̵̢̨͎̳̋̾̇͋̒̇͜͞͡!̶̢̱̙̹̘̤̬̰̋̓̀͛́̋͡͡

T  H E R E ’ S   N O T H I N G   Y O U   O R   H E   C A N   D O   T O   S T O P   M E !

Ḩ̖͚̙̖̘̥͌̈͒̽͗͂͠ȋ̸͇̫͔̜̦̥̞̈́͐͝͝ͅś̵̢̧̝͔̯̮̆̿̚͝͞ b̴͔̦͉͓̙̟̫͍̰͋͆̏͗̏̑̅͗͘̕͜o̸̹̟̼͎̫͌̄̉̒̂͜d̴̻̤̙̖̜̘̙̋͛̀̒̓̅̍͘ͅy̴̛̞͙̙̪̣̍̇̑͌̆̄̉͡ ï̢͓͍͇͓͔̈̑́̌͌͒s̶͖̼͖̭̻̹̲̖̯͐̿̉̏͗̿͠͞ w̶̯͍̹̰̠͔̘͇̔̇̍͐̊͜͟ë̡̞̰͖̣͙́̽͐̎̓̓͜͡a̵͉̺͈̺̝̒̓̾̊̔k̡͇̝͇͇͆̆̍̉̓!̨̨̨̛͔͚̻̫̣̳́̀̃̈͜!̢̝̙͈͙͐̓͛͌̿̏


“SHUT UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the world, and I was tripped into it.

I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything to get out of it…

J U M P   D O W N .   I ’ L L   C A T C H   Y O U .

I looked down. Dark was there hovering below the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully climb back up to safety-


T̸̰̟̯͔͖̩̀͐̀͞͞ĥ̢̥͉̻̹̅̓̒͗̽̐a͚̦̰̽̌̅͐͐͢ͅţ̙͖̩̲̫͖̬̞͇̐̑̆̔̋̆̓̌̎̓’̙̝̰̰̤͈͎͋̓̆̇͗̒̉͢͟s̴̙̲͚̰͖̫͗́͗̎̅̐̕̕͞ i̶̢̡̢̛͓̩̬̮̙̓́̄̐͌͟͝͠t͉̮̫͉̟̪͒̒̄̄́͌͊̓͘͢͜!̢̧̛̦̠͉̯̂̃̃͑̍͌͜͞ͅͅ C̥͉̘̥̟̥̳͑̌͂̆̆̕̚l̶̢̢͕̫͇̺͉͖̀͛̌̾̓͝i̧̞͎̟͎͋͑̈́͂̃̔̊͘̕͘m̦̠̣̘̻͔̤̀̽͋̌̿͘͜͝͞b̬̞̲̳̬̱̈͒̀̒͋̈́͗̔͟͞ u̹͙̟͉̗̟̖̺̝̾͑̏̊͋͘͠͝p̷̨̻̖͙͚̫̘̜̐̔͑̏̒̓̀̃!̸̢̬͕̭͔̏̏͋̓̿̈́͘͝ I̼̰͚͉̖̣̜͎̟͆̂̎̿̉̓̾’̷̢̺̪̟̳͚͇̩͖̐̈́̈̓̉̕̕͜͠l̸̡̨̧̖͖̰̮̱͒̀̇̈̐͜l̷̢͇͇͖͉͙̮̱̓̀͋͗̀̅̈̓͘͟ p̶̨̛͔̹̘͔̀͂̓̇̂̈̕͞u̡̧̢̫͚̹͕̒̒̅̍̎̈͒͢ḷ̻͕̭̺̳̆̔̾̆̌̚͢͟͠ļ̧̣̩̭̔͛͑͊͜͝ͅ y̶̛͍̥̤̥̘͋͒̏̚ͅŏ̸̢͔̖̲̥̳̪͕͊̈́̄̀ự̶̡̘͇̞͚̲̹̙̙̓͂̇̓̾͑̀̄ t̴̢͙̞̫̳̘̩̙̏̍̿̉̉͜͠ő̸̰̙̝̟̤̍͛̓̈̒̆͐͘͜ s̵͔͚͓̼̗͕̠̅̓̾͆̆̂̕̚͜͞ä̸̛̛̩̩̮̭̗̼̦̙́̈͂̊̓̃̒͘͜f̴̘͎̥̫̺͙͆̃̓͋̕͝e̤̖̝̝͓̔̔̈́͋̒̚t̴̪̝̖̥̲̊͑͑̄̓̊͘͢ͅy̨̞̫̘͓̾̂̏͑͂̕!̵̟̜̳͎̪͈̳́͑͂̓̿̎


Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes. Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a lion.

I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.

Y O U   C A N ’ T   J U S T   H A N G  T H E R E   F O R E V E R .   J U S T  F A L L   I N T O  M E .   I T ’ S   A S   S I M P L E   A S  T H A T .

Y͕̭̞̬̩͙̭͎͕͇̿̎́̈̆̉̚͝o̵̡̡̜̞̳̫̖̫͛̔̍̓͋̀̀̀u͚̹͚̳̻͈͎̠͍̓̇̓̀́̾̚ ĥ̵̭͖̭̪̮̭̱͈̤͛́͒̈̓à̵̙̹̫̗̹͛͒̃̌̔͜͡v̵͚̗̦̱̫̺͆̋͊́̀̕ͅę̸̡͙̣̳͇̀̊̋̏̾̆̉̈͜͜͞ň̴͍͔̮̗̝͌̍͑̀͢͡͝͝’̸̖̳̜̙̙͚̞͐̉̈̀͋͟͡ţ̠̳̪͕̪͛̊͋̃̅͠ g̨͓͔̞̠͈̔̓̋̀͊̓͑͘ǒ̜̳̳̦̿́̃͠ͅt̨̛̛̮̺͖̪̤̬̳͗̄̋̅͑͒͡ m̵̪͓̲͍̼͚̺̲̏̅́̓͐̍̈͒̚ǘ̹͙̋͌͐͘͢͟͢c̢̨̛̪͚̠̑́͛̎̉ͅh̵̢̡̬̤̜̭̳͇̪̟̏̒̍̊͡ t̶͖̜̬̦̗̲̺̮͊͂̄̑͗̀̃̏͘͜͡ͅį̡̹̦̳̜͉̓̒̌̚̚͢͜m̶̛͕̗͔͈̠̩̣̬̝̠͗̎̇̾̿͐͘ē̶̙̯̮̠̇̄͛̔̂͑̐̕͢ ļ̸̹̞̣͇̱͊̔͌̆͜͢͟͡ė͓̙̘̬͔̟̮̦͊́͗̚͟f͈̥̬̝̗̜̈̃͑͋͘t̸̠͖̜͍̬͙̬̅̒̀̍̿͠͞ͅ!͚̻̮͖̖̹͚̀̅͛͋́̽́ Ǧ̡̛̖̰̟̤̣̲͚̎́̏́͢͞ͅé̞̲̠͔̤͔̬̘̯̪͛̓͌̒̑͆̉̚̕t̵̥͉̟͉̂͐͛͋̔͊̀̕͘͢͢͠ u̷̡̮̪̭̖͉͇̳̙̦̿̑̔̐̀̈̕p̪̻͓̳̟̪̊̒̊͒̿̒̚ h̷̭̙̮̬̘̣̒̔͛͆̆̆͊́͜͡e̶̜̠͖̬͔̤͌̎́̓̉̚͝ͅȓ̡͇͓͍͚̲̥̫̮̽̐̌̀̉͞e͕͚̤͓̻̥͔̎́́̊͝ w̶̦̙̮̯̼̤̌͊̐͑̐ḫ̷̠̟͓͕͉̖̜̬͔̐͒̔̂̇í̪̼̖̹͚̑̋̿́͢l̷̨̡̢̢̬̗̱͈̺̾́̄̄͐̎ͅe̢͎͙̬͈̳̺͋̈͂̌͘ͅͅͅ ý̸͖̗̺̫̠̏̋̈́̔̀͜͜o͇̱̱͎̿̓́͆̅̀͑̀̓͢͠ű̵̡̱͔̦̯͛̊̌͂͛̂̚ s̖͙̮͖̪͉̔̋̍̊͑̋̂͘͡ţ̧̨̛̺̲͇̜͍͈͌̑̏̕͢i̴̡̫̜̱͇̳̱̓̈́͗͒͞l̴̡͇̪̘̫̗͉͓̊̈͛̇͛̿̅͞͠ļ̵̛̖͉͎̯͔̇̿͂͘͟ͅ ç̛̬͉͙͉̜͙̬̈́̀̇́̿̂̕͡͞à̡̢̙̲͙͇̗̯̦͖̔́̚͞͝͞n̷̡̛̰̘̺̫̺̠̥̼̾̾̒̀̈́̕͘!̴̡͇͖̙̬̹͙̘̀̀͆̒͆̌̚͘͠


Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.

M̵̨̧͎̥͙͓̥̩̮̫̅̚͝͞͡ Ȃ̷̡̗̦̙͖̜̐͋͗̇̑̀͊̚ K̙̥̖͙͚̪̼̭̐̐̃̐̔͆͑̊̕͝ E̷̲̗̜̻̠̩̍̆͑̅̾͋͢   Y̗̭̫̫̬̦͓͍̍͋̿̏͡ O̵̝̘̤̻͇̔̅̋͂̊̾́͜͡ Ụ̶̞̹͙́̍̏̄̑̑̋̚͜͜ͅ R̢̻̯͇͍̗͇̥̔̾̏͌͐́͘͜͠   Ḉ̴̜͖͖͓͕̟̟̜̤̓̾̓̅̕ Ḥ̦̘͚̔̊̍̊̓͗̈̂̉͜͝ O̪̦̥̼̩̭̯͈̿̓͗̎̾̊͑̚͜͠ I̴̪̬͕̞͔̳͗̂̀̊͑̇̚ C̨̻̩͖͓̟̫̤̐̽͋̈́̓͟͞ͅ E̥͍͚͈̟͔͛̌̏͌̆͊ .

Just Deal with It-Ch 2-

Warning! This chapter deals with self-harm and attempted suicide, read at your own risk.
I also want to just make a little side note; there will be a “face reveal” for Flug and how I describe his face is just how I picture it. Alright, thanks! Enjoy!
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Flug was tired of this. He was tired of the abuse. He was tired of the hits and the screams. He was tired of his shitty life. He just wanted to end.

That’s when he got the idea. He could end it. He had plenty of reasons why he wanted to and he had an entire laboratory full of weapons he could use. A sad grin made its way to Flug’s face as stood up from the bathroom floor and walked into his lab. Walking to the door, he slammed it shut and locked.

Flug gently walked over to his small bed that he had in the corner of his lab, which he barely used as Black Hat made him work without sleep constantly, and sat down. He needed to think about this carefully. How was he going to do this? Should he make a mess or try to go out as clean as possible?

He didn’t know. Sure throughout his life, he had been plenty depressed and full of anxiety, but this is the first time he really was going to do something this drastic.

Just then, a knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. His eyes widened thinking it might be Black Hat back for another round at him but his nerves were calmed as he heard the gentle scratches of 5.0.5.

Flug sighed and stood up and walked over to the door opening it. “Can I help you 5.0.5?” He asked peeking out the door. If he was going to miss anyone, it would probably be 5.0.5, he really was like a giant teddy bear.

5.0.5 gently tilted his head as he looked at Flug, he could sense something was wrong with him but he just figured that he was just tired, like always. 5.0.5 gently pointed at the clock showing Flug that it was dinner time.

Flug was honestly just about to say no to going to dinner, but he was afraid Black Hat might be mad at him for missing it so he reluctantly went. Though, with what he was planning, he didn’t’ have much of an appetite.

The two of them walked down the hall and entered the dining room where a long table that would normally sit about 30 people sat Black Hat and Demencia. Black Hat sitting at the head as always and Demencia on his right.

“There you two are,” Black Hat mumbled, “Took you long enough.”

“S-Sorry S-sir.” Flug stuttered out before walking to his normal seat on Black Hat’s left with 5.0.5 next to Demencia.

Black Hat only grunted and Flug looked down at his lap. He wanted to be unsure about the whole thing, he wanted to think that Black Hat would change and take Flug into his arms and tell him he was sorry, for everything.

But he couldn’t deny reality anymore. Flug was only Black Hat’s toy.

Once again he was snapped out of his thoughts as a plate was set in front of him with food on it. He gently picked up his fork and picked at his food. He really wasn’t hungry and even the little nibbles that he took made him feel sick.

“Something wrong Doctor?” Black Hat’s whisper made him look up. Black Hat looked at him with a neutral face but with a hint of gentleness in his eyes.

Flug shrugged and continued to pick at his food. “Not too hungry.” He mumbled back.

“Are you sure that’s-” Black Hat reached his hand out to place on Flug’s shoulder but Flug only flinched away making Black Hat slowly pull his hand away.

“I’m fine…” Flug insisted once again before shoving a large piece of meat into his mouth and swallowing it almost having to hold back any puke that may try to surface.

Black Hat was silent before going back to his own food leaving Flug with his thoughts. Flug was still having an inner debate whether he should do it or not but the side telling him to do it was winning. His eyes scanned his plate and noticed the untouched knife next to an empty glass of water he had been drinking. Glancing up at the others at the table, he felt relief as they were distracted before he quickly snatched the knife and slide it into his inner lab coat pocket.

“I-I think…I"m g-going to get b-back to work, s-sir.” Flug stuttered standing up taking his plate and walking away before anyone could get a word out.

He rushed to his room and slammed the door shut locking it. Taking the plate in his hands, he quickly threw it away into the trash and sat down on his bed. His hand trembled softly as he took the knife out of his pocket. He was going to do it. He was tired of the games. He was tired of Black Hat beating the shit out of him one minute then acting like he cared the next. He couldn’t take it anymore.

But if he was gonna die, he was gonna do things his way. He took a breath and stood up taking off his lab coat and folded it neatly. He set it down on his desk then walked back to his bed laying down. He took a deep breath and brought his hands up and took off his brown paper bag from his head.

It was an odd sensation, the air against his pale face, but he wasn’t going to back down now. He set his bag down on his nightstand and gently ran his hands over his face gently wincing as he felt the bruises and cuts from Black Hat’s beatings. His arms were also coated with bruises. His brown hair was a mess and his eyes were lifeless and looked gray.

He sighed and his arms fell to his sides. His hand quickly found the knife and he lifted his left wrist. He took a deep breath and lifted the blade to his skin and put pressure down cutting into the skin choking out as pain entered his system as blood started to flow out of the open cut on his wrist.

He couldn’t stop the tears that filled his eyes as he let out sobs and cried letting the blood flow from his wrist. He shakily put the knife in the other hand and did the same thing to his other hand before dropping the knife onto the floor. Sobs escaped his lips as he laid on his bed in his own blood before his world went dark.

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Black Hat watched as Flug left. Something was up with him. More than usual. He understood that the scientist was full of anxiety and stress, but this looks like something more. And he was determined to find out what.

Was it him…? Black Hat bit his lip softly, he knew that he had been a little…rough…on Flug, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He was never good at holding his temper. Black Hat gently sighed and stood up walking into the kitchen putting his plate into the sink. He needed to talk to Flug.

He nodded to himself and made his way down to Flug’s lab and tried to push the door open only to find it locked.

“Flug?” Black Hat called out but got no answer. “Flug open the door.”

Black Hat tried the door once more before pressing his ear to the door and his eye widened hearing soft whimpers.

He quickly smashed the door open and he burst inside his eyes getting even wider as he saw Flug laying on his bed and in a pool of his own blood. “F-Flug!” Black Hat cried out and ran over. Flug was very pale and was only making weak noises letting Black Hat know he was still alive but almost dead.

Black Hat quickly looked around and grabbed some cloth and quickly wrapped them around Flug’s wrists to stop the bleeding. Then placing his hands on Flug’s wounds, he healed him leaving two scars in the cuts place.

Black Hat panted quietly and his hands shook softly. He then gently lifted up and picked Flug up taking him out of his lab and to Black Hat’s own room.

Black Hat changed Flug out of his bloody clothes and into something more comfortable before laying him down on his bed and crawling in with him holding him tight “Please…Don’t leave me.” Black Hat whispered before closing his eyes  
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Flug wanted darkness. He wanted freedom from the pain. He thought he finally escaped. So why was he waking up?

His eyes gently fluttered open slightly before shooting open all the way. He gasped and sat up looking around. “No no no no no no no no…” He stuttered out looking down at his wrists and seeing healing scars. Why couldn’t things go his way for once?! Why couldn’t he just die!?

Tears filled his eyes as he let out sobs curling into a small ball before a voice snapped him to attention.

“Flug?” Black Hat asked sitting up and gently taking his wrists into his hands gently looking at the crying scientist. “Flug its okay, you’re okay.”

The scientist was only filled with rage as he yelled at Black Hat, tears in his eyes. “Why couldn’t you let me die?! Do you enjoy torturing me!? Y-You really are the evilest man in the world!” Flug sobbed.

Black Hat was taken back by this. He blinked and gently reached out to comfort Flug. “Flug…wh-” He was easily cut off by Flug slapping his hand away.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t your dare ask ‘What did I do?’ Cause you know exactly what you did!” Flug pulled off his shirt and Black Hat’s eyes widened. So many bruises… And he caused them all.

He was so wrapped up in making sure Flug was okay he didn’t notice the bruises.

“I-I"m sick and tired of the abuse! I-I’ve lived my entire life being abused and I"m drawing the line! I-I’m sick of it!” Flug shouted before he broke down curling into a ball and sobbing.

Black Hat was honestly disgusted…with himself.

He turned his smart little Flug into a suicidal mess. HE did this. It was HIS fault.

“Flug…” Black Hat whispered gently wrapped his arms around him. Flug struggled but Black Hat wouldn’t let go and only stroked his back and held his close shushing him.

“Flug…there is no excuse for what I’ve done…I’ve hurt the ONLY good thing that I allowed in my life…” He sighed and held Flug tighter. “I know I"m the worst with my temper…but that is no excuse for what I"ve done to you…Nothing will ever make it up…I didn’t want to be one of the monsters you were afraid of anymore….but instead, I only put more fear…I-I"m sorry…” Black Hat looked like he was about to cry himself.

Flug gently looked up at Black Hat as he spoke. More tears streamed down his face. Black Hat looked at him with soft eyes and kissed him softly rubbing his back and petting his hair. Flug gently kissed back and sniffed.

Flug didn’t have to 'Just Deal with It’ anymore.

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Chapter 1

so, I reached 1.5k followers and as this will probably be the last milestone I hit and my following/friends have changed since I last did my follow forever, I wanted to do an updated one & it’s such a good way to find some new amazing blogs!. I can’t believe this many people follow silly ol’me and put up with all my annoying posts haha. I’m so appreciative of all of you, and especially those who show my gifsets love and appreciation <33

the best people; my favourites are bolded;

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m - n

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I’m so so sorry if I’ve missed anyone - I’m sure I have knowing me. But as I said, I appreciate every single one of you that follows me ♡ & I love talking to new people so come chat to me anytime!!

((Oh, you reeeeally shouldn’t have done this right now. I was willing to keep quiet while I finished my projects, and you decided to wait until I had more time to expose you for what you’re doing and have done.

SO I was at church this morning when one of the members of Studiotale decided to show me these screenshots.

I have been running myself ragged trying to get this project done AND still hold my WoW events, through sweat, cramps, and blood. I’ve been emotional, physically unstable because of new medication and YOU have the gall to try to claim I have the time to be sending anons to YOU? My fans matter MUCH more to me than you do.

Okay, let’s break this down.

BOY it’s sure funny that you basically tried to ignore the fact I existed on your blog for months. You never did like me the day I started calling you out everytime you tried to pull a manipulation tactic on me. You tried to pretend I didn’t exist and instead, always addressed me as Error. Never my real name.

I had been getting anons, as well as many others in the group, trying to gaslight us. Now, I see these as a joke.

So let’s take a look at these

Anon 1: Okay, one, first off, I AM the founding member of Studiotale. This isn’t me bragging or anything. I was literally the first person to create Studiotale. If I consider anyone else a founding member of Studiotale? It’s anyone who was apart of the Studiotale skype chat before we held the cruise. Because Studiotale had been securely established enough to hold events. That leaves me, Cymun, Voidmun, Yanmun, Inkmun, and Gmun.

Two, how would you know who was removed from Studiotale? This isn’t public knowledge.

Three. I removed them because whether they wanted to admit it or not, they were a danger to Studiotale. The moment they stared talking to Anna, the anonymous messages of harassment increased. When no one in Studiotale or the blog even knew about the contact until a week later. I removed them because by trying to be friends with someone who has caused so much pain to their family, they told us we deserved to feel the abuse and stress you have caused.

Four, The reason I don’t like you, let’s see, may be because you manipulated our members, forced them to do things they didn’t want, you made other friends feel outcasted, you not only stole from us but you stole from other people’s work, claiming you made gifts for us, but you also sexually harassed, gaslighted, and tried to trigger my son. And unlike my sister, I’m not so easy to forget.

Anon 2: BOY that sounds like something a person would say when they don’t want to be tracked even when I have blatant proof to you admitting ON YOUR BLOG of you sending an anon ask under the same IP, phone model, and location, as the other harassment messages we’ve gotten. Also, what did tractors ever do to you?

Now let’s go back to the supposed anon you claim I wrote:

- I neeeever say lmao. The abbreviation annoys me as much as rofl.

- The only time I use sweetheart is when I say “Oh, they’re a total sweetheart!” As if they’re a totally sweet person and I love them. You’re about as sweet as vinegar

- Okay, just because I live in Texas, doesn’t mean I say “ain’t”.

- I’ve never used staggering as an adjective moreso than a verb. Though the stupidity that you think this is how I type really is staggering.

- PUNCTUATION AND SHIFT BUTTON, OMFG. I ALWAYS hated how you typed, even when you were in Studiotale, I bet some members remember me subtly complaining it irritated me but I was nice and didn’t say anything.. I hated your neglect of punctuation and the shift button. CAPITALIZE YOUR LETTERS.

-Now that mention of rape is funny. Why would I suddenly mention it? I never got any anons talking about rape. But…G’s blog did

I wasn’t the one who wrote this anon, so I know I’m innocent in the eyes of God in that aspect. So that leaves you. So why would I mention rape? Because you mentioned rape but forgot you sent that message to G. There was no guarantee I would’ve seen that message. He never posted it up so no one else would. Except the person who wrote it and who wrote this message. But you KNEW there was a slight possibility I could’ve seen it. When only one person would know about it. And this is only days after I shut down anons on this page

You have the gall to say that no one cares about the rape you committed. But you know what you never had the balls to do? Come clean. You only ever admitted a message was yours when you were trying to be “cute and friendly” and like the others, I tracked it from the same phone. “Oh, but Statcounter isn’t right!” Yeah, that’s why this phone model has also appeared on the awareness blogs and your other victim’s blog for several months.

Surely you remember the FEW times I sent you an anon. I would let you know it was me by ending them with -C. I have NEVER hidden behind an anon mask. …Except for Magic Anons and love I sent to friends. (Spoilers: You’ve long stopped receiving those from me)


I am TIRED, I am BUSY. You are a literal waste of time at this moment and the lowest on my priority list which I finally got done. So I can go back to doing what I used to do and showing all the shit you keep doing.

Oh, by the way, I don’t know how much I have to say it: I didn’t know J when you were removed. When you were removed, it was because Studiotale got together and went “Oh, wow, I thought they were a shitty person to just me, I didn’t know they were doing bad things to everyone”.

You were removed because you were and still are a terrible person.


Here, why don’t you do me a favor? Do these all sound familiar to you?



Remember them? These are songs you claimed to have made for Studiotale. These are all royalty-free songs you tried to take credit for when you were with Studiotale, even posting them on youtube under your name.

Dubwoofer Subnautica by Omnitica - You claimed you composed this for @macabre-masquerade101 ​ as Cap’s theme

Zap Beat by Kevin MacLeod - You claimed you composed this as a theme for G

Vanishing Horizon by Audionautix - You claimed you composed this as a theme for Error

Barge by Gunnar Olsen - You claimed you composed this as a theme for @papercut-papyrus

Chase Pulse Faster by Kevin MacLeod - You claimed you composed this as a theme for Discord (Which btw, I have the exact .wav file of this audio you gave me months ago. I’ll happily give a screenshot of where you put ParadoxialGamer as the Artist)

Funny thing is I found these on the Youtube Audio Library when I was looking for themes for future projects. My fiance’s a youtuber, did you really think we wouldn’t find out eventually? Oh, and yes, I plan to use these in my future projects


Listen, “sweetheart”, I was happy to ignore you until you used my real name. I think you learned a long time ago that it’s dangerous when you pull me into your little game, because I’m nice, but I play dirty. So do us both a favor, and leave Studiotale out of this. Because I don’t have time for games, and while I’m busy, I have little patience for you. This is only a fraction of what I know about you. what you’ve done, and what you will do. Just quit while you’re ah-…Pffft, actually, just quit while you can))

Originally posted by utiligif

I guess since I spent so much time taking care of myself while I’m grieving, I lost my touch of drawing g/t. I thought that one drawing would help but it didn’t, I can’t seem to get my ideas out.

I feel stuck.

I’m sorry if I disappointed anyone or lost any followers. I’m sorry if I’m not posting a lot of my g/t stuff anymore. I’m sorry if I’m not myself anymore.

My birthday is coming up next month and people ask me what I what for my birthday.

All I want is my mom.

It’s A Bet (Jack Gilinsky)

Could you do a G imagine where y/n and him start to fool around at home but they have to go to a formal dinner/event and they make up a “game” at who could seduce who better, and the first one to break and want to go home to take care of it loses. And have it involve major teasing/blue balling to G 😏 thank you!

– This is perfect, thank you so much for your request! - Bri x 

“Finally!” You sing as you and Jack arrive home from being out all day, you throw your things down and take his hands leading him into the bedroom. He smirks, giving you a once over, Jack flicks his tongue over his lips and shuts the door behind you two with a nudge of his foot. 

You stand in front of him, and slowly peel his jacket off, smiling widely as he reaches for the zipper located at the back of your dress, “I imagined myself doing this all day, you’re such a tease.” 

“Mm i know.” You grin, whipping your head around to watch him slowly unzip it, revealing your pretty lingerie underneath that you wore just for him. He slips the stretchy, form-fitting fabric down until it’s dancing on your hips and pulls you into him, slipping his hand underneath to grab at your ass over your black satin panties. You lean up, and sensually press your lips to his, waiting a few moments before you part them. Jack places both hands on your ass, slipping one underneath the satin fabric. He pulls your body flush against his and groans before moving to back you against your bedroom wall. 

“You’re absolutely stunning,” he whispers in your ear. 

You arch your back and touch chests with him, “show me you think that.” You challenge, at to which he leans in and kisses you again. 

Just as the kiss deepens, you hear your phone ringing in your purse that was throw onto your desk, “fuck…” you trail off, looking at him apologetically before moving to answer it, “Hey? Mom…” You cover your eyes with one hand and groan as your mother reminds you that you had a family dinner to go to tonight for your grandmother’s birthday. 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry mom, yeah we’ll be there soon. Love you too,” You say resentfully before hanging up the phone, “you’re going to hate me, but we’re going to have to finish that when we get home.” Your eyes trail down from his shocked face to his growing erection, protruding through his jeans, creating a little tent. 

Jack’s jaw drops and he whines, “are you fucking kidding me? You can’t at least finish me off?” He questions. 

“No! We have to leave line now!” You argue, slipping your dress back on, you walk forward and turn around, “zip me up?” Jack instead, pulls your back to his chest, so you can feel his large hard-on against your ass. 

He leans in and whispers: “if you don’t finish me off right now I’m going to make tonight a living hell for you.” 

It was your grandma’s birthday, and you knew it would be a long boring night, so you were all for making something interesting, “not if I blue-ball you first.” You retort. 

He zips up your dress and nibbles at your neck “Fine let’s make a deal…first to give up and come home loses.” 

“Sounds fair, what will I win?” 

Jack shrugs, “Sex…which is what we both want anyway.” 

You nod, sounds fair enough, and he was right, “Deal.” You shake hands and are off to your parent’s home for the party. 

It was a dinner party, and since you were at that age where you weren’t too young to help and not too old to help either, you got stuck doing a lot of the work. You were in the kitchen, icing your grandma’s cake when Jack walks in, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. 

“Pretty,” but he wasn't looking at the cake, his dark eyes were looking directly at you. He knew complimenting you turned you on because it made you more confident. You slowly dip your finger in the frosting and turn around so you’re facing him, his hands on either side of the kitchen bench. You put your finger in your mouth and suck off the frosting, making low moaning noises as you do so. 

“It tastes so good,” you express, watching his eyes widen as he gazes at you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You lick off the frosting on your thumb and smirk turning around, “go talk to my dad or something and leave me alone, will you? God you’re such a pervert.” You laugh because it was just a joke. Jack squeezes your ass once before walking back into the room where everyone else was. 

A few hours later, you were all seated around the dinner table, reminiscing and chatting. Jack was so good with your family, they absolutely loved him, even your grandma. He asked her if she could teach him how to make your favorite dish one day and that just about made her day. His hand rests on your thigh, and he gently hikes up your dress more every few moments. Goosebumps arise on your thighs and you look down as your breathing hitches. You go to cross your legs but his hand flies up and he holds down your thigh so you can’t. You glance at him and he smiles at you, giving you a playful wink as his fingers walk up your inner thigh. You were getting more turned on by the second, but you didn’t want to right now. So at the right moment when he can’t stop you, you cross your legs and squeeze them together tight enough that he can’t get through. 

“Baby…” Jack whispers pouting. 

“Jack…” You whisper back, the same tone as him, rolling your eyes. 

Afterwards, your family sat at the couch watching that night’s football game. There weren’t enough seats so you ended up sitting on the floor in between Jack’s legs leaning against the wall with a blanket over your laps since you did have a quite short dress on. You lean right back against him, pressing your hips against his. You would fidget every few moments and he would breathe a little heavier. By now, you were both extremely hormonal and just wanted to go home but you wouldn’t give in. You lean back against him and place your hands behind your back, pretending that you were stretching. You palm him against his jeans, granting an extremely quiet moan in your ear. 

His grip on your waist tightens and he finds your sweet spot, he would nibble on it every chance he got which made your body ache. You knew exactly what to do to each other. 

Looking back, you make eye-contact and without words decide that you’re both giving in and it’s time to go home–if you can even make it home, “Hey guys, I think Jack and I are going to head home. We we up at 4:30 for work.” You explain, before saying your goodbyes to everyone, promising that you would both see them all soon. 

As you walk outside, Jack pulls you close, “how does car sex sound?” 

You look up at him and laugh, “let’s just drive to the next block–I don’t want to be to blame if my grandma strokes out if she finds us.” 

A-Z asked by @johnjacobjingleheimerschaeffer

A- are you single?
Nope!
 B- birthday?
April 7th
 C- crush?
Does my boyfriend count? (๑╹ω╹๑ )
 D- did u get ur first kiss?
Hellz yeah
 E- easiest person to talk to?
@the-great-uniter
 F- favorite song?
Ummmmm I like a lot of songs??? I guess right now it’s Sandcastle Kingdoms by Natewantstobattle
 G- good at?
Drawing I guess???
 H- hair color?
Black with red bangs
 I- in love?
Yup yup~
 J- jealous of?
Every beautiful person ever
 K- known as?
The gay guy who fucking loves foxes
L- longest relationship?
The one I’m in now (*´꒳`*)
 M- middle name?
Nicholas
 N- number?
72
 O- one wish?
To not be constantly anxious about everything ever
 P- person last texted?
My mom
 Q- question always asked?
No one asks me anything here cause I’m a loser™
 R- reason to smile?
My boyfriend existing and being the best boi ever! <3
S- song last listened to 
Stay With Me by Diamond Eyes & Christina Grimmie
T- time you woke up?
Noon lmao
 U- 3 biggest wishes?
1.) To not have depression/anxiety anymore; 2.) To get a pet fox; 3.) To be with my boyfriend forever
V- violent moment?
Whenever someone tries to tickle me and I basically punch them out of instinct pffff
 W- worst fear?
Being a burden to people
 X- ex you still liked after it was ended?
Yikes nope
 Y- your last hug?
My boyfriend
Z- zodiac sign?
Aries

thealidoyle  asked:

Alpha Bitty, Omega Jack. Other designations at your discretion (and bonus points and hugs and kisses if it gets turned into a long fic later)

–This is my first Alpha/Omega fic and I do hope y’all enjoy it. I also have nothing against Kent Parson, but for this prompt, I thought Epikegster 2014 would be the perfect event for this fic.–

After his conversation with Shitty, Bitty had hurried upstairs to find Jack. When he had caught the lingering scent of an omega, he assumed it was due to some couple sneaking upstairs to find a quiet spot. The closer he got to Jack’s door, the stronger the scent became, and Bitty started thinking something else was going on. The scent was sharp and reeked of distress and it was coming from Jack’s room.

Hand raised to knock, Bitty hesitated. What if Jack had just brought someone upstairs and they were nervous? He didn’t want to interrupt and, even more, he did not want to see his crush wrapped around some random omega. But, if an omega was in trouble, Bitty could not just stand there and do nothing. He was not that kind of guy and he didn’t care who it was, he would help.

The scent became even harsher, more angry than distressed now, and so did the voices in Jack’s room.

“You can’t–you don’t come to my fucking school unannounced.”

“Because you shut me out-”

Bitty cringed that was definitely Jack’s voice and it sounded like Kent Parson was the one in their with him. After what Shitty had just told Bitty about their relationship, whatever was going in that room was not good.

“…You know what, Zimmermann? You think you’re too fucked up to care about? That you’re not good enough? Everyone already knows what you are but it’s people like me who still care.”

“Shut up.”

The next words Bitty heard were from Jack, they were quiet and it was clear he was trying to remain calm. “G-Get out of my room.”

Bitty had had enough, he didn’t care if he was interrupting anymore, whatever was going on in there must have messed with Jack’s scent, but it didn’t matter. Jack did not deserve to be spoken to like that. He had accomplished so much here at Samwell.

Before he could barge in and give Kent Parson a piece of his mind, the door opened and Kent stormed out leaving Jack standing there looking lost.

“Jack?” Bitty tried to keep his voice neutral, but he could tell he sounded sad and worried. Jack started to close the door, but Bitty caught it just in time. “Jack! Wait. Please.”

Jack hesitated. “Bitty…I, please, I just need to be-”

Before Jack could finish, Bitty ducked under his arm and into the room. “Jack it’s okay, promise, I won’t say-” Now that he was in the room, the scent of omega was even stronger and looking at Jack, he finally realised what Kent had been threatening to reveal about Jack. “Oh my god, Jack!”

“Bittle, shut up. Someone will hear.” Jack held his door open, “can you please just leave? This night has already not gone the way I wanted it too.”

“No, Jack. I’m not going to leave.” Bitty walked deeper into the room and took a seat on Jack’s bed. Jack tried his usual angry glare, but Bitty refused to back down. They stared at each other down for a minute before Jack shoulder’s slumped in defeat and he closed the door.

“Fine.”

Bitty relaxed a little and patted the spot next to him. “Come on, Jack. Come talk to me. We were doing really well earlier tonight. I promise, anything we talk about here does not leave this room.”

“Do you mind if we leave the lights off?”

“As long as you come sit with me, we can leave them off.”

Jack took a seat on the bed, as far away as possible from Bitty. Bitty sighed and let Jack have his space, not wanting to make him feel closed in. His scent was a little less distressed, but instead of shifting into something more neutral, now he just smelled sad and afraid.

“So….that Kent Parson is kind of an ass.”

Jack snickered and started to relax a little. “Yeah, well we’ve both hurt each other and then we didn’t talk and it’s festered, and he knows this big secret about me and it’s just not good.”

“Still doesn’t mean he can come up here and threaten you like that. I’m guessing y’all were more than just friends?”

Jack sighed and shifted a little closer to Bitty. Bitty tried to remain calm and keep his own scent from becoming overwhelming, but it was hard since Jack was trusting him like this.

“Yeah, he was the first person I trusted knowing I was an omega. You know how it is in sports. All alphas and some betas. Omegas aren’t supposed to play sports, especially hockey. I take suppressants and have a special body wash that makes my scent more neutral. But since it’s just about winter break, I thought I could take a break from them and just enjoy the party. There are enough omegas here that I thought I could blend in and maybe have some fun. I should have known better.”

Bitty was the one shifting this time, and he moved just close enough that he could reach for Jack’s hand. When Jack didn’t pull away immediately, Bitty laced their fingers together and let out the breath he’d been holding.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with all that, Jack. It’s not fair. You’re a wonderful hockey player and it shouldn’t matter if you’re an alpha, beta, or omega. You’ve worked hard to get where you are and you’ve earned your spot on the Falconers and with us.” Jack relaxed a little more and Bitty started to feel more confident. “You don’t have to say yes, but do you want to lay down, Jack? Just rest a little?”

“I’d like that. I’m feeling a little less on edge now, thanks to you.” Bitty moved off the bed so Jack could lay down and then covered him with his blanket. He started to go toward the door, but Jack sat up and called him back. “Bittle, wait. I thought you were going to stay?”

Freezing, Bitty tried to find that calm place again. “I wasn’t sure if, I didn’t want you to feel obligated.”

Jack laughed. “I don’t. I want you to stay. Please?”

“Can’t say no to that, now can I?” Bitty slipped his shoes off and got into bed with Jack, trying his best to remember he was just doing this as a friend.  

He had planned on staying on top of the covers and letting his scent comfort Jack, but Jack wasn’t having any of it. He lifted the blanket over them both and rested his head on Bitty’s chest, and slung an arm around Bitty’s waist.

When Bitty felt Jack’s nose at his throat scenting him, he closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. “You always smell so good, Bits. Like vanilla and apples, and home.”

Closing his eyes and telling himself Jack was only saying these things because he was tired and coming down from what had happened, Bitty closed his eyes and tried to breathe. Now that Jack was calm, his scent was so enticing and Bitty wished he never had to leave this bed. Carding his fingers through Jack’s hair, he could feel Jack relax even further.

Once his breathing had evened out and become steady, Bitty kissed the top of Jack’s head and whispered. “You smell like home too, Jack. Like ice and cinnamon and like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Jack started to stir and Bitty was afraid he’d been awake for that confession. When Jack just snuggled even closer and threw his leg over Bitty, Bitty calmed down and let himself drift off to sleep as well.

Bitty woke early the next morning, and for once, he was up before Jack. They had remained entangled all night and as Bitty carefully got out from under Jack, he tried to ignore the way his alpha instincts were screaming at him to stay. Hurrying across the hall, he jumped into his own bed and pulled Senor Bun close to his chest and tried to forget how good it had felt having Jack wrapped around him.  

BOY WITH HORMONE [Kim Taehyung x Reader] (ft.Jimin) Pt.11

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Genre: angst/fluff

Length: :D

Summary: You and taehyung are childhood friends, but things happened to Taehyung and changed him. You get to be his classmate in High School, but he end up embarrassing you in front of the class, and this end up you being bullied. HS ended and now you’re in college. Will you finally be free from the bullies?

Warning: Trigger warning(bullying) and Bad words

Part 11/?

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SOS @clarkesquad‘s legacy!verse got me fucked up and now i can’t stop thinking about tol buff 20 year old bisexual heda aden

ALPHABET TAG!

Tagged by @viktorsglabella !
thanks for the tag u lovely person! (and i think you’re pretty neat too)

A - Age: 0
B - Biggest fear: attention from irl people
C - Current time: 6:19PM
D - Drink you last had: pineapple blueberry juice (it’s not as weird as it sounds) 
E - Easiest person to talk to: Oh god. my best friend, i guess? she goes to a different school though so we barely talk/see each other but she’s amazing
F - Favourite song right now: Godzilla by With Confidence! it’s a gem.
G - Grossest memory: when i fell into a puddle of mud and i smelled like garbage wtf
H - Horror yes or horror no: uh YES
I - In love: nah
J - Jealous of people:I’m jealous of people who still have a will to live 
K - Killed someone: in a fanfiction? Yes
L - Love at first sight or should I walk by again: that’s illogical
M - Middle name: ugh it’s ugly as fuck so nAH
N - Number of siblings: 5 lmfaooo
O - One wish: to have infinite wishes. kidding. To live in another dimension where I’m all alone
P - Person you called last: my best friend
Q - Question you’re always asked: "ARE YOU OKAY? YOU LOOK TIRED" like honestly people, shut the fuck up IT’S JUST MY FACE
R - Reason to smile: GAY SHIPS
S - Song you last sang: Begging by Dua Lipa hsjsdkkekxks
T - Time you woke up: 4:50am, i had to be early for school don’t judge me
U - Underwear colour: WHY IS THIS A QUESTION 
V - Vacation destination: Madrid or Japan! I’d like to be in Bali too
W - Worst habit: chewing on plastic straws, overthinking and procrastinating
X - X-rays had: I don’t think i ever had one LMAO
Y - your favourite food: blueberry cheesecake, blueberry muffins, blueberry bagels, anything that hAS TO DO WITH BLUEBERRY
Z - zodiac sign: SCORPIO!


There you have it. I TAG ANY OF MY MUTUALS WHO SEES THIS! So feel free to do it if u want ♡

The Great Gif Debate

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This is a little drabble about Spiderman. Thank you to @imaginingthefandoms​ for giving me the motivation to write again. I got inspiration from Jenna Marbles’ videos “Pet Peeves” and “People That I Hate.” I also got inspiration from a prompt I saw on Pinterest and a scene from How I Met Your Mother. Hope you guys enjoy!


Peter Parker is a great guy. He’s the kind of guy that would help an elderly woman cross the street. He’s the kind of guy who would hold all of your things while you search for your keys. He’s the kind of guy that would hold the door open for you. He’s the kind of guy that I want to PUNCH IN THE FACE RIGHT NOW!

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First Time

Hello my darlings..It has been a while since we have posted anything (other than pictures) an I decided to write you all a little something. This includes the Jack’s and Skate and it is about a murder that happened in the Jack’s house. I hope you guys enjoy it ! -M

Part 1.

Jack J POV.

“OMG WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED” screamed G

“I DON’T KNOW I JUST GOT HERE AND SAW HER ON THE FLOOR LIKE THAT” I said panicking.  

“We have to call 911 guys!” said skate who just walked in through the back door

“But what if they think we did it,Skate we just started our career! This would ruin us! THIS WILL RUIN ME!”

“CALM DOWN!” yelled G “there is a dead girl in our house we have to call 911 before we all really do look guilty.”

“G is right man!We have to call the police. We can’t just dump her body in a dumpster”said skate “look Johnson I know you are sacred but so are we. We have to do what is right.”

“FINE. I’ll call them.”

I grab the closest phone to us and dial 911 with shaky fingers  “ 911 what’s your emergency”

“Hi my name is Jack Johnson and there is a dead girl in my living room”

“Sir are you sure she is dead?” the operator asked in a concerned voice

“Yes ma’am I am sure,she has no pulse” I said reassuring the operator.

“Alright,Mr Johnson the police will be on their way, may I have your address please?”

“Yes it 2324 Arden Drive,Beverly Hill,California zip code 1286”

“OK sir the police is on their way”

Suddenly all I could hear is the dialtone as the operator hang up on me. As I sit down on the couch with my hand running through my hair all I can think of is,man I fucked up big time. I ruined my career and my life over some girl that I’ve only known for a couple years.Man I fucked up.

“Guys” said G “there is a note”

“What?” said skate “let me see that”

‘I can live anymore knowing all the horrible things I’ve done. I hope you all forgive me. -Y/N’. As skate finished reading the note my heart sank and it felt like it had just been ripped.

“How did this happen!?” screamed skate

“You think I know how this happened?!” I yelled back “she never told me this how she felt! I would always ask her if she was fine and she said yes! I have no idea why she would do this!”

“YOU SHOULD HAD TAKEN CARE OF HER JACK !” yelled skate with tears in his eyes “YOU HAD ONE JOB AND IT WAS TO TAKE CARE OF HER”

“HEY! you both need to calm down” said G from the other side of the room

“Tell that to pissy pants over here who just started to freak out.” I told G while staring at skate “matter fact,tell me this skate why are you so damn worried?You hated her after all”

“Oh shut up it doesn’t matter how I felt about her! She is dead now,that’s all that matters!”

“Alright you two shut up” said G,he suddenly looked like the dad and we looked like the two teenagers who just did something we weren’t supposed to.Although G was right we both needed to shut up and have a plan a strategy,we needed to figure out what to tell the cops for when the arrived because if we didn’t..well who knows what the cops would think.  

“Look”said G “we can’t touch anything.This is what we will say happened. J you had just woken up when you went downstairs for coffee and when you saw her you ran towards her to check for a pulse and when you felt she didn’t one,You then called us.Now Skate when we got here we saw Johnson in a corner freaking out after that I went and checked for a pulse and saw that she didn’t have one after that we called the poilce and then we saw the note..” as Gilinsky kept talking the more disturbed I felt.Here she was dead and all I can think of is my career and how badly I fucked up and as she laid there motionless we were calling lawyers and doing a strategy and all I can think of is this my fault? did she kill herself because me? Was it because of what I told her last night? Suddenly there was a knock on the door followed by “LAPD open up please” said a deep male voice. As I was going to get up to open the door G hold me back and whispered

“Get to the corner now,mess up your hair rub your eyes and poke your eyes so they can get water and red” and I did exactly what he said and he went and opened the door

“Officers come on in” said G in an appealing voice

“Thank you” said the officer.He was a light color and tall maybe 6’0 feet he had green eyes and curly short hair. His partner in the other and wasn’t so tall, he was was about 5’6 feet tall with blue eyes and golden hair white male and he had a ring in his finger meaning he is probably married. “We received a call about a dead women”

“Um,yes her name is Y/N she is 18 and she is our friend. Our friend jack found her this morning after he came down for coffee” said G

G did exactly what he said he was going to do, he did everything according to the plan and all I had to do was stay in a corner and looked freaked out. This kid has definitely watch too much criminal minds and law in order.Everything was going well everything was going according to plan when suddenly the officer lift Y/N head and saw something and whatever they saw brought up a red flag.

“Gentleman” said the tall detective “did you happen to move her body by any chance?”

“No” I said shocking everyone in the room.”she was just like that” I continued with a cracking voice.

“Mr.Johnson” said the detective”I know how hard this is for you but I am going to need you and your friends to come to down to the stations with us.”

“We need to ask you a few questions” said the white male detective.

“No problem” I replied “I’m just going to get dressed” as I make way up the stairs to my room gilinsky follows me and when I get to my room and closed the door Gilinsky goes straight to the bathroom and turns on the water and says to me so violent and yet so gentle “If anything goes wrong you blame Skate do you understand me” and I stare at him into his eyes I reply with a single word “YES.”

Pass Over to the Other Side [SaiGenos Doujin]

Series: One Punch Man

Characters: SaiGenos, Saitama, Genos

More information about my translations

反対側へ越えて行く by 白緑


I can’t post the pages here so open pixiv in another window and read this gorgeous story with this translation!


P1:

Saitama: You… who are you…?

P2:

S: He’s… strong?

Genos: What is it? … What? Okay. I’ll head there immediately.

P3:

2p!Saitama: You are indeed Me. Quiet stubborn. Won’t you fight back?

S: Shut up! Who are you?

2p!S: Me? I am…………

S: You… Go back (from where you came)! There is no way that I will lose!

2p!S: Why whould I? I came here to kill the Original-Me…

         Do you have what it takes?

P4:

Genos *thinking*: According to eyewittness reports from the accosiation, Sensei is fighting right now…

Sensei…

Dr Kuseno said that he observed a large distortion in the space time continuum over Z City.

There exist several realities in parallel, parallel worlds, in these worlds everyone exists as well, although there seem to be differences

Typically, one cannot maintain their shape in the intensity that occurs when jumping between worlds

If one considers both these things, to think that the Sensei from the other side came here would not be a mistake(/impossible)

Normally, I would just be hindrance to Sensei when he fights at full power, but on the other hand…

This time both sides are equal in power…

I’m nearly there…

I have to make it…

Sensei…!

Sensei!

P5:

Genos: Sensei!

S: Don’t come any closer! Genos! You can’t do anything right now…!

G: But…!

2p!S: Genos? I wanted to meet you…!

P6:

2p!S: Or not? Dissapointing, that won’t do. Being serious from the very beginning

S: Shut up! I’m different from you!

2p!S: Is that so…

P7:

2p!S: Genos, your Sensei is supposed to be strong,right? Choose me.

G: What are you saying? I reject a cheap imitation like you as Sensei! I only have one Sensei!

2p!S: Looks like I have to get rid of you after all…

P8:

2p!S: There…!

P10:

S: *pant*

G: Sensei, are you really okay?

S: Yeah, let me take care of the cremation.

G: Why…

P11:

G: Why did he smile at the end?

S: He wanted to die…

G: !?

S: In the world he came from, you were dead.

     …Such a life…

P12:

S: (cont.) ..exists,huh…


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Definitely check out the beautiful cover/art that is included on pixiv!

After this there is a short story that I won’t translate as my willingness to translate something is directly proportional to how much it hurts/how heartbreaking it is. (jk it really is cute!). The gist is that 2p!Sai wants Genos to dye his hair to look like 2p!Genos and Genos is a blushing mess. Doesn’t really need a translation.

Also check out the other One Punch Man doujins this artist has done. There is some good porn.

MBTI types I know (from an ENTP's perspective)

ESTP:
- d o g s
- never shuts up about alcohol
- either wears a suit or a tracksuit. there is no in between

ISTP:
- insanely smart but lazy as fuck
- video games for days
- should probably take care of himself more (but i’m one to talk)

ESFP:
- sweetheart who just wants everyone to have a good time
- huge music nerd. she goes to like 600 concerts a year
- so many friends. how

INFP:
- NERD!!!! in every sense of the word
- rambles about everything & argues with teachers a lot
- she cares a lot tbh

ENFP:
- me and them make so many puns to each other. there are so many bad inside jokes
- super open-minded and smart
- art hoe™

INTP:
- fucking nerd who trolls people
- he teaches me calculus
- actually pretty chill

ESTJ:
- mom friend™
- always looks so good?
- super smart & nerdy & rational

ISFJ:
- needs to be appreciated
- he looks rly good in a hat
- really nice & easy to get along with. also he’s a dork

ENFJ:
- he’s so sweet. how does he do that
- smart as fuck, rly good at music
- so many innuendos

The Random Stucky Snuggly Headcanons

a. In Ye Bittyest Days and especially when both of them are home, resting from the endless normal scrabble of earning enough to eat and to make rent, Steve likes to sprawl out on the bed, in his singlet and cotton shorts and just read.

b.  He and Bucky had an absolutely ridiculous collection of pulp novels and comics.  

c.  Steve cracks Bucky up with his imitation of The Shadow.  For all his “bittyness” - yes, Bucky’s the only one who can get away with saying this to Steve, he’s got a surprisingly deep voice.  Thus, Steve Rogers can definitely do a decent rendition of “The weed of crime bears bitter fruit!  The Shadow knows!” and that cackle.  

d.  Sometimes, Bucky does a remarkable cat impression.  This is evidenced when he crawls up over Steve’s body in bed, plucks the book out of his hands and says, “Take a break from the readin’ - I need to love on my punk for a while.”

e.  Steve will grin - all sun-bright and mischief - and reel him in.  Bucky tries to be careful - “don’t want to squash you, baby” “shut up, jerk, it’s fine” - but he gets to bury his nose in Steve’s neck and nuzzle and love and kiss and purr.  See dictionary for the word tomcat and find a picture of Bucky Barnes.  

f.  Steve, of course, will nuzzle and love and kiss and purr back. 

g.  One of the good things about Steve getting bigger is that Bucky’s not afraid of squashing him anymore. 

h.  Also, these days they can make as much noise as they want if they want to take the snuggling a bit farther.  This frequently happens.  A lot. 

i.  Bucky likes it when Steve - bitty or big - turns the tables and decides to crawl up on him and demand that he be allowed to “love on my best guy for a while." 

j.  Bucky used to think that he’d never be able to come home.  But now, snuggled in with Steve, he’s utterly thankful that he made it back. 

shinysalmon  asked:

*whispers* Psst...your Guzma/Team Skull headcanons make my day :)

Eep!! Thank you!! I’ve been planning to post part 3 of the extensive list of headcanons so your timing couldn’t have been better. Hope you like!


- Guzma owns a pair of boxers with cutiefly print. He also owns a pair with caterpie, metapod, and butterfree pattern. His favorite pair though, has a Kakuna with the phrase “Kakuna used harden” on them.

- He’s not above dick jokes, but fortunately Plumeria isn’t shy about knocking him down whenever he says anything about his size. It’s the most effective way to get him to shut up about it. “No one cares about your skinny penis, Guzma.”

- Plumeria is the only person in Team Skull who’s not afraid of Guzma when he’s in one of his moods. She’s also the only one who can get him to calm down. The grunts think she’s a miracle worker, but she says it’s just a matter of knowing how to speak his language. She’s actually really gentle and patient, despite going around acting like she’s annoyed by everything.

- They have nicknames for each other. Guzma frequently shortens her name to Plums, and she’ll call him a variety of things, like G, Guz, and Fat Head. He hates Fat Head.

- Its not uncommon for them to lean against each other, or for Guzma to throw an arm over Plumeria’s shoulder, or vice versa. They’re very physical as friends go. This has led to some confusion among the grunts as to whether or not they’re more than friends.