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I am scared.

look what i made

scrumptious

sighhh ticci toby

smash

Silly guy!

giggles as I make my friends account (yes that’s me as their poster-)

BAHAHA FUCK REAL THOUGH

y’all someone fucking put me down like old yeller i have a crush on my 30 something male therapist

LIKE HE’S SO FUCKING HOT AND FUNNY THIS IS UNFAIR

request??

vox x reader :>

scenario: vox teaches reader how to dance (like formally)??

God we love this flat screen tv more then is normal HAHA! I hope you like it because I’m so nervous nsgsjdbge I TRIED TO MAKE THIS AS IN CHARECTER AS POSSIBLE SOB

VOX X READER!! (Reader will be gn because anon didn’t specify!)

Warning; None!

this is my first fic! Please tell me if I did good or not :>

your sitting in Vox’s tower, bored as hell, you would usually wonder around but Vox requested for you to stay where you were, as he said that he wanted to teach you something ‘later’. It’s already later and he’s late. You groan in frustration, leave it to Vox to be late to his own plans.

after a few minutes he finally gets there, his smooth voice greeting you. “Why you stayed, perfect, sorry I’m late, Valentino held me up.” He says, you huff, it’s always Valentino this and Valentino that with Vox, as he makes it his duties to make sure Valentino doesn’t fuck everything up.

You look at him. “Yeah, it’s always Valentino.” You say, standing up, “Why did you want me to stay here Vox? You said you’ll teach me something?” You ask, he smiles at you, god his smile. He may sometimes be a lot to put up with but god that smile makes you feel butterflies every time you see it

As formal music starts playing you jump, forgetting that he can connect to any speakers. “Well, my dear, I thought I would try to teach you to dance. And before you say that you know how to dance I mean formally. Not all.. dumb like people think is dancing” he says with a sly smile as you roll your eyes.

“Alright then, teach me.” You respond, a slight smile on your face. As he walks to you he starts instructing you on where and how to stand when waiting for your dancing partner. “Stand a little straighter and to the left- Nono, my left! Look at me as well.” He bosses as he gets to you.

As he gets to you he clasps one of your hands in his and puts his other on your hip. “Alright, hold my hand and put your other on my shoulder. Yes, just like that, good, now step forward and step back, forward, back, turn too, we have to turn.” He explains, your frustration slight. “Are there a bunch of rules to this? It’s stupid.” You mumble, he then dips you, scaring you a little. “This is called a dip, I won’t drop you relax, your stiffer then a board.” He comments as he brings you back up.

You’re still a little tense when he brings you back up. “Sometimes I think you will drop me, you act like it” you respond, making him laugh as you continue the pattern. Forward, back, forward, back, turn. Then he spins you, catching you and dipping you, almost as if he’s been doing it his whole life and death. You’re less stiff but it’s because of the surprise. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

After about an hour of practice you got it down, moving in almost perfect sync with him. Forward, back, forward, back, turn, forward, back, spin, dip, forward and repeat. You’re smiling with him. “This is a lot easier now!” You say, laughing as he shakes his head. “Of course it is, it’s not like it’s hard in general!” He responds.

CUDSCBYDNYXDEEXDYN I HOPE YOU LIKE IT GRAH OMGGGGGG THIS WAS HARD AT THE BEGINING ND IT GOT PROGRESSIVELY EASIER TO WRITE HAHAHA

ANNOUNCEMENT AHHH WHAT

I wanna start writing! So, please send in some requests bc I’m dumb and have absolutely no idea what to do-

if you want my headcannons for a certain character go ahead and request it!

I’ll write fluff and angst! Not comfortable with sharing my smut skills till they improve, sorry

I’ll write for;

Creepypasta

Gravity falls

murder drones

dsmp (bro ik its dead but like i miss it im sorry EXCLUDING WILBUR AND ANY OF THE BURSONAS)

sally faceeeee

helluva boss

hazbin hotel

class of 09 (surprise-)

and FNAF!

COSMIC !? DO YOU NEED TO TALK??? /J

(Honestly though, real.)

y’all someone fucking put me down like old yeller i have a crush on my 30 something male therapist

LIKE HE’S SO FUCKING HOT AND FUNNY THIS IS UNFAIR

What about Canada? Pft you think -10°C is cold? We wear fucking shorts in this. When the trees freeze talk to me /j (the lowest it got here is -63°C which would be  -81.4 °F!)

americans: pssshh you think 80°F is hot???? i'm from big texas this is nothing kid, i might put a coat on actually

europeans: wdym 10°C is cold???? this is shorts weather bro, when you start pissing crystals then we'll talk

unattended raspberries: i went moldy while you were reading this

LMAO I LOVE IT

@cosmicdahlias @strawberryflavoredvenum

thanks for the tag sploogie! (Hehehehehehe)

I think

I think it might look a little like fundy 0-0 that was accidental!

Let’s make a cast of Villains!

All you need to do is this picrew, and tag some people.

Here’s mine. An evil AI version of me.

Tags: @godofautism @dinosaurguts @mayhem-moth and anyone else who wants to join.

Reblog to make prev fall asleep feeling loved and wanted

quackity in jaidens art style is everything :]

i may have taken WAY too many screenshots of him BUT HES SO CUTE

WATCH THE VIDEO HERE!!

Hi you mentioned a cat may I request cat pics? •v•

dude I woke up this morning STILL FUCKING HIGH (this tripped me out)

dude i just smoked so much weed that i can feel my bones move when i walk like- I’m jenuinely bakedddd rn

LMAOOOO

have a good trip

no im just scared to request certain ideas i have to splooge bc i have genuinely fucked up kinks-

The amount of money I would pay to see your inbox I dont even care if theres nothing added i just want to see your anons thoughts, which are basically your thoughts since we are all a hive mind echo chamber.

(Goes for both your main and evil twin)

here’s a compilation of the funniest and wildest asks i have in my inbox rn. there’s more out of pocket ones but that’s the gist of it

wait huh- hello! I suppose I’m to @ people too?

@strawberryflavoredvenum @cosmicdahlias @graphics-cafe

@roach-works

Writing Raffle!

Since I have gained quite a lot of followers, I just want to give back to everyone!

So: Have you ever thought “Sniigura pls write for someone else other than Adam Hazbin Hotels fatass and get back to therapy while you’re at” OR „Sniigura please expand on this random idea you wrote at 3am“?

This is your chance to either win a 2k or 1k word long one shot! There will be two winners! Yay!

How to participate:

1. Follow me! No way around this, this is for everyone who has been so kind to me.

2. Reblog this and tag at least one friend!

3. That’s it :3 I will write your username down in a list and then I will draw two random username out of the pot

You have time to participate till the 22th of December!

Rules: You can choose up to 2 characters to pair with your reader insert! I will only write for helluva boss and hazbin hotel characters and it will be x reader. i’m not limited to a cis fem reader tho (so male, gn, trans reader inserts are all welcome)!! smut, fluff, angst, dark content, all kind of AU‘s is alright with me!! (do note the rules pinned to my blog)

Love you guys ❤️

clearing my drafts before 2nd sem starts

When you want to make an entire character based on the scene aesthetic for your Y2K story, but the story takes place in 1999, and scene wasn't officially a thing until 2002, so you gotta rethink it.

OH MY GOD IM SO TIRED OF THIS IM SO TIRED OF THIS ISTFG! I JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO 2020! I MISS THEN, IDGAF IF COVID WAS THEN I FUCKING MISS 2020 AND 2021!! I MISS THE DSMP, I MISS THE PROBLAMATIC BUT HAPPY ME NOW IM STUCK LIKE THIS HERE IN 2024 I JUST WANT TO TURN BACK TIME AND GO BACK BECAUSE GOD DUCKING DAMN I MISS WHEN IT WAS FUCKING GOOD! IM SO SO TIRED OF PEOPLE THAT I USED TO LOVE TURNING OUT TO BE PROBLEMATIC PEOCES OF SHIT AND AT THIS POINT IDGAF ANYMORE LIKE FUCK YOU KNOW WHAT ILL JUST REVERT MY BRAIN BACK TO 2020 IDGAF ANYMORE IDGAF IF IM CALLED PROBLEMATIC I MISS WHEN I DIDNT HAVE A CARE IN THE WORLD AND I WAS HAPPY I MISS BEING FUCKING HAPPY!!! WHY CAN5 I JUST BE HAPPY UGH ITS SO FUCKING ANNOYING

OKAY BUT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

I’d smash this version of her. I would be on my knees and fucking shine her shoes. She wants me to do something? Yes mommy I mean yes mommy I mean yes mommy I mean yes Jane :b

Sooo, I think Jane is very, very tall and strong. I love the idea that most characters would be absolutely flabbergasted by her height when they first meet her, Jeff included. So imagine when she also wears heels along with that. She wouldn't be able to take him on otherwise. And is the only girl that can beat his ass and withstand most attacks:

This is a very quick comic because I had to get the idea out. I might re-render some of it at some point, but this is it for now : )

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x F!Reader | Chapter Six

[Masterlist]

Summary: You are caught in a horribly desperate moment. You are offered help, and who are you to turn it down?

Warnings: NSFT, 18+ MINORS DNI!, masturbation (f), getting caught, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, panty stealing, no beta

Word Count: ~2.9k

A/N: toby is still a lil mean and I couldn't find a gif this time, forgive me. divider is by @/cafekitsune!

One thing you learn rather quickly is Toby has no shame, it would seem. You can hear him in his room, his muffled whimpers the only thing you can focus on. The TV is on, but you don’t know what’s playing. You don’t care about what’s playing.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch. You rub the back of your neck and cross your legs. You rub your thighs together. You need to do something. And you need to do it right now. You think you’re going to explode.

Briefly, in your state of undeniable horniness, you think about rushing to Toby. He seems too rough though. Something you are not ready for. Not right now.

“What the fuck,” You catch yourself. These men are killers, you remind yourself. You inhale sharply. If it weren’t for my ability I’d be dead… You have to keep your head on straight. That is almost impossible when you crave a touch other than your own. You do the only thing you can think of.

Pace.

You stand from the couch and begin to pace. Back and forth. Your eyes are glued to the floor and your fingers pick at the skin around your nails. Tim’s door opens and he walks to Toby’s door. He hits it hard, causing you to flinch. Your eyes shoot towards Tim and he looks pissed. He groans and hits it again. Toby does not care.

“God damn! You gotta do that so loud?” Tim yells. He rolls his eyes and walks down the hall to the living room. He spots you pacing, and his expression softens immediately. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You lie horribly. Your voice cracks. “I’m fine.”

Then you hear it. Toby’s whimpers get louder, and he lets out a long moan. Your jaw clenches. Your eyes look down the hall to his room, you swallow hard. He just came, most likely to the thought of you. The creature inside of you craving physical contact wants to push past Tim and sprint towards Toby’s room and ask if he wants the real thing. You stop yourself. You remind yourself how mean he is to you. How he yells at you. He does not deserve you.

“Is he bothering you?” Tim points down the hall, seemingly ready to also sprint to Toby’s room. Not for the same reason you want to. At least, you don’t think it’s for the same reason. “Because I will beat his ass-”

You can’t think straight. “No. I’m just h-” You place your palm to your forehead and groan. “I’m struggling.” You admit. “I haven’t, um,” you shut yourself up again, “I’m about to literally lose my fucking mind!” You drag your hands down your face. You want to run away again, but the chances of getting away are the same as always. Extremely slim.

“Okay…” Tim furrows his brows at you. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier. Will that get your mind off of it?”

He does not push you on your slip up. That makes you feel… some comfort. You shrug. “Sure!” You throw your hands up. “Why not? What’cha got?”

“The police officer, what did you say to her?”

You try to collect your thoughts, “I was just trying to get information-”

“What did you say?” He sounds impatient.

You swallow hard, and try not to be more turned on by his tone. What the fuck is wrong with me? You shift and swing your arms absentmindedly. “Oh, y’know, just normal stuff- Like uh, wiping her memory and maybe-” You mumble something under your breath about Ethan, and Tim moves closer to you.

“What was that?” He cocks a brow at you.

You groan, “I told her to tell Ethan that John was right…”

Tim looks like he’s about to lose his mind. “You what!?” Tim lets out a low groan and you tense. You should not be this turned on. You want to excuse yourself, but that’s not happening now. “Are you-” He stops himself mid-yell. You flinch back from him and you pout.

“Don’t yell at me…” You want to be stern with him, but you can’t. You don’t want to yell and make a scene. “Please.” You add that in hopes he listens.

“Please?” Tim has stopped yelling, slightly more confused than angry now. “You really aren’t cut out for this. You told that cop to tell Ethan that you are able to mind control people?”

“Well,” You sigh, “yes. I wasn’t thinking! I was mad and saw an opportunity to get back at Ethan-” You make a face. You sound absolutely unstable. You wince and yourself and look at Tim. “That wasn’t super smart on my part, huh?”

He shakes his head. “No. But, there is nothing we can do now.” He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He can see your discomfort and he motions for you to leave. “I don’t have to keep asking questions.”

You nod. “Thanks.” You look around the living room, “But, this is kind of my space of living… I don’t have anywhere else to go. I’m definitely not going outside.” Brian’s out there. You give Tim an awkward smile and he sighs. He begins to walk off.

“If you need anything, let me know.”

The way he says it has your stomach in knots. You nod as he walks back to his room and you decide to take a shower. You grab your bag and walk off to the bathroom. You place it on the floor and shut the door, locking it behind you. You turn the shower on and begin to strip. You feel the heat between your thighs, the contrast of the cold air is jarring. You get into the shower and hope that the hot water will take your mind off of everything.

You don’t have too long with the hot water. You are certain the water heater has been tampered with. You aren’t sure if it was purposely or not. You do not plan on asking. You grab your shampoo and conditioner and quickly wash yourself.

You notice rather quickly the horniness is not going away.

Once you finish washing, and the water is slowly getting less hot, you decide to step out. You turn off the water and wrap a towel around you. Then you hear it. More moaning. Toby’s fucking moaning again.

You suck in air harshly and think of nothing but touching yourself. Making the feeling go away is impossible. You need to deal with your issue. So you do. You lean against the cool wall, your hand moving past your towel. You find your clit first, the bud is swollen. You let out a soft whimper as the pads of your fingers brush over it.

Your thumb takes your fingers’ place, as your fingers move down to your pussy. Your fingers push past the lips and into your entrance. You let out a low mewl. Your fingers gently pump in and out of you. Your thumb rubbing circles over your clitoris, you are having a hard time being quiet. Unlike Toby, you feel shame. So, you stay as silent as possible.

As you chase a hint of relief and ecstasy, the door clicks. Your hand immediately pulls away from you and you let out a short yell. You look over in horror, your eyes meet Tim’s. He looks surprised to say the least.

“What the fuck!? Close the door!” You hiss. You avert your eyes. Tim shuts the door, but he is in the bathroom with you. You groan. “Hello! You aren’t supposed to be in here!”

His back is to the door. He is staring at your face. For now. “I thought you were out!” Tim keeps his voice down. “I heard the shower stop.”

“Well, I’m not!” You try to keep your towel up and covering you. “I locked the door! How did you get in?”

“Oh.” He turns to the door and pulls it slightly. It opens easily. “You have to pull up for it to close all the way.” He pulls the door up and shuts it, it latches.

“Oh, gee,” You throw a hand in the air, “how did I now know that?” You let out a huff. You cannot keep your eyes on Tim. You are looking everywhere but at him. He notices.

“When I said ‘anything’ earlier, I meant it.” Tim places his back against the door again.

Your whine, “C’mon!” You whisper at him. “How am I supposed to turn you down now?”

“Well,” Tim’s eyes scan your body, before settling on your face again, “you can say no. But I assure you, you won’t regret it.” He smirks. You know he’s right.

You tense. Every single one of your muscles tense. You know for a fact he’s going to be better than John, but you also know, Toby would be better than John. That bar is not high. It is, in fact, in hell. What is the worst that could happen?

“Okay.” You nod quickly. “But, not here.”

“On the couch?” Tim teases you.

“No!” You want to swat at him. You, instead, keep hold of your towel. “Your room?” He nods and laughs. He opens the bathroom door and you scurry behind him to his room, leaving your clothes in the bathroom. Once you reach his room, he shuts the door and locks it. “Don’t worry, it's actually closed.” He gives you a cheeky smile. You narrow your eyes at him. “How do you wanna do this, darlin’?” He asks, causing your legs to become jelly.

“Oh, I don’t-” You look at him in shock, “I don’t know. Um, I’ve always wanted, uh-”

“Use your words,” Tim takes a step towards you. “They’ll get you what you want.”

“I want you to go down on me. Please…” Your eyes meet his. His smile is almost wicked. You cannot be more turned on. “I wanna feel good…”

“I can do that.” Tim begins to walk towards you. He motions towards the bed, “Lay down.”

You do as he says. Bossy, you think to yourself. But it is hot. Your back hits the mattress and you bite the inside of your lip.

“This doesn’t have to change how you feel about me.” Tim drops to his knees in front of you. “Move your towel.” He interrupts himself with another command. You hesitate, but ultimately you listen. He continues on with his earlier statement. “Think of this as a favor.”

You are looking up at the ceiling. “A favor? Nothing more?” You question him.

“Doesn’t have to be more.” Tim pats the outside of your thigh. “You good if we continue, darlin’?”

You nod. “Please,” You peek over at him, “please continue.”

Tim does so, quite eagerly. He looks at you through half lidded eyes as he makes his way towards your wet cunt. His hands grip your thighs. As soon as you relax into the mattress you are being dragged down it, right into Tim’s mouth. You let out a gasp and cover your mouth. You do not need Toby hearing you. You really do not want to face him right now.

Tim’s tongue circles your clit and your hips roll into him. His hands push down your hips, holding you as still as possible. “Don’t move,” Tim warns, right before diving straight back into you. His tongue licks stripes up your pussy, causing you to whimper beneath him. His tongue is skilled. You are having a hard time not moving. One of your hands covers your mouth and the other is balling up the sheet on the bed. Your hips buck, but are instantly pushed down again. Tim growls against you. The feeling of the growl seems to reverberate through you and you mewl into your hand.

“I need to know you feel good,” Tim hums.

“I don’t need Toby hearing me,” You move your hand briefly and hiss back.

“I do.” Tim smiles against your thigh, biting the soft flesh. You jerk back. “C’mon, darlin’.”

Your jaw clenches and you remove your hand from your mouth. Instead of the sheets, you tangle your fingers in Tim’s hair. It’s soft. Tim puts his mouth back on your cunt. Before you know it, his hands are pulling your legs over his shoulders and he can not physically be any closer to you. He is practically on top of you and you are a whimpering mess. A loud moan escapes your mouth and you do not even care to cover it.

Your thighs are tense around Tim’s face but he does not seem bothered. You are getting close. A heat is building up inside of your core. Your legs tense first, causing Tim to groan into you. His eyes cut up towards you and they lock with yours. Your stomach flips. He is sending you over the edge. You let out a loud cry and your fingers give his hair gentle pull. Tim’s eyes shut and he moans.

That’s it. That’s all it takes.

Your hips buck into his mouth and you are almost crying. He does not slow down. He is devouring you. You are seeing stars, and everything is closing in on you. If you couldn’t think straight before, you definitely can’t now. “Please,” You cry out, “slow down!”

Tim takes a minute to process what you’re saying. Your legs are limp around his head now and he’s finally slowing down. He licks you up, almost causing you to cum again just from cleaning you. Your hips drop back down onto the bed and Tim pulls away. His lips trail kisses from your thighs up to your stomach. Your towel is laid out under you, giving him full access to your body. He’s crawling up the bed, over you, his lips not leaving your skin.

“Kiss me, please.” You whisper.

Tim chuckles as he reaches your throat and he pauses where he is. “Do you wanna taste yourself?”

“I don’t care, I just want you to kiss me.”

Tim obliges. His lips hit yours and his tongue does not hesitate to dart into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and Tim grabs your leg, pulling it around his waist. It’s not fair really, he’s fully clothed and you are completely naked. You can feel how hard he is, even through his jeans. You let out a shaky moan.

“T-Tim!” A fist slams into the door. You freeze. Tim groans, his head rolling back. “What th-the fuck!?” The door knob jiggles and you have never been more happy to be under a man in your life. The door is locked, but you’d rather Toby see Tim than your naked form. Toby lets out a frustrated yell. “I know y-you have her in there…”

Your blood runs cold.

“Her cl-cl-clothes are in the bathroom. Someone’s gonna have t-to come g-get them.”

Your head rolls back in frustration, but you stay quiet. Tim gets up off of you and you wrap the towel back around you. “I’ll go out,” You whisper, about as quietly as humanly possible.

“Are you sure?”

You nod. If Tim leaves and grabs your clothes, it will seem like more than it is. Which is already a lot. You suck in air quickly, and walk towards the door, Tim is hot on your trail. You open it and Toby’s eyes meet yours. He looks disgusted. And jealous. Brian is standing a little ways down the hallway, finally getting back from who knows where.

“Enjoy y-yourself?” Toby snarls at you.

“Yes,” You smile at him. You push past him and pray to whoever’s listening that he doesn't snatch you up and pin you against the wall. As hot as that would be in certain situations… Toby scares you. You reach the bathroom and notice your clothes have been rummaged through. You squat down and notice your underwear gone. You snap back towards Toby and stand up. “You take them?”

“Ta-take what?” Toby snaps back.

“My panties, dickhead.” You hiss. “They aren’t here.”

“I didn’t- I di- That wa-wasn’t me!” Toby is pissed.

“That’s exactly what someone who took my panties would say. I hope you enjoy them!” You bark at him. “Because that’s all you’re fucking getting from me!”

You slam the bathroom door, making sure to pull it up slightly by the knob so it will latch. You groan and quickly get ready. You aren’t sure how exactly you’re going to face the guys when you get out of the bathroom. You try not to worry about it.

As you get dressed, Tim leaves Brian and Toby alone. He heads back to his room, locks his door, and his hand moves to his back pocket. He pulls out a pair of panties. Your panties. Worn and wet. He does not feel bad one bit. In fact, he’s thrilled you think that Toby took them. He brings them up to his face and inhales your scent. His face was just in your pussy, but there is something so different about having your panties.

Tim settles in his bed, your panties in his hand, and decides it’s time for him to take care of himself. He can’t get the image of you out of his brain, your begging and whimpering. He needs to fuck you. But for now, your panties will do.

You didn’t misread, I was on anti depressants and she start touching my thighs and I said stop and that I wasn’t in the mood and she kept saying ‘oh your sensitive’ or ‘oh the pills make you sensitive’ and I kept saying stop but she went ahead and f1ngered me (I hate saying those words so much)

Splooge idk what to do so I have a genuine fear of commitment and I wanted to break up with this person because I’ve fallen out of love with them because they are a good person and all but I don’t love them as a partner anymore but then their dad passed away and I’m genuinely freaking out because idk what to do bc I can’t break up with her and she constantly wants like kisses and sex and I don’t want it anymore and she already went ahead once after I said stop and I’m just scared now and she said if I break up with her she’ll kill herself and she blamed me for trying to commit like idk what to do anymore

alright, take everything I say with a grain of salt because im no relationship or life expert

as for the deceased parent, be there for them as much as you can, but not at the expense of putting yourself through all this trouble. You should always take everyone seriously when they say they commit, but don’t stay with them just because they say theyre going to if you dont do etc etc. thats unhealthy and manipulative and you shouldn’t have to carry that burden.

i would honestly ask a mental health professional how to move forward, if i were you id end things but who knows im not in your situation and therefore cant fully understand what this circumstance is like nor am i the best descion maker. Its really important that you stay calm and try to build distance from this person.

That person your in a relationship with is going through a hard time, fair, but forcing you to do stuff without your consent? sounds like rape unless i misread or misunderstood something, which is not okay under ANY circumstances.

im sorry your going through this, this is a really stressful and tricky situation. i hope everything works out hun

But if they do actually commit it would be my fault wouldnt it?

Splooge idk what to do so I have a genuine fear of commitment and I wanted to break up with this person because I’ve fallen out of love with them because they are a good person and all but I don’t love them as a partner anymore but then their dad passed away and I’m genuinely freaking out because idk what to do bc I can’t break up with her and she constantly wants like kisses and sex and I don’t want it anymore and she already went ahead once after I said stop and I’m just scared now and she said if I break up with her she’ll kill herself and she blamed me for trying to commit like idk what to do anymore

alright, take everything I say with a grain of salt because im no relationship or life expert

as for the deceased parent, be there for them as much as you can, but not at the expense of putting yourself through all this trouble. You should always take everyone seriously when they say they commit, but don’t stay with them just because they say theyre going to if you dont do etc etc. thats unhealthy and manipulative and you shouldn’t have to carry that burden.

i would honestly ask a mental health professional how to move forward, if i were you id end things but who knows im not in your situation and therefore cant fully understand what this circumstance is like nor am i the best descion maker. Its really important that you stay calm and try to build distance from this person.

That person your in a relationship with is going through a hard time, fair, but forcing you to do stuff without your consent? sounds like rape unless i misread or misunderstood something, which is not okay under ANY circumstances.

im sorry your going through this, this is a really stressful and tricky situation. i hope everything works out hun

YES YES HE DID

SINCE WHEN WAS BILL SO HARSH LMFAOO

ITFHBJJ JK G JUGGVNKH SINCE ALWAYS???

LMFAO DIDNT HE TRY TO PERSONALLY KILL TWO CHILDREN??

See people who trash on plus sized characters or outright erase them are annoying as is.

But arguably imo seeing someone say that "nono they aren't fat they just have (fluff/fur, thick or layered clothing, ect ect)" literally ANYTHING to say that a very obviously plus sized character is actually skinny. See that's annoying. It's the denial. They'll even see parts of the character no obscured by anything, parts thst VERY OBVIOUSLY have some meat on them. And they STILL sit in denial

Annoying as all hell

Comfort drabble with Masky/Tim

AN: This one goes out to my babygirls with seasonal depression and everyone struggling rn

Tags/warning: Talk of not eating, Tim smokes a cig BOOOO, depression, the usual rock bottom type shit, hurt/comfort, fluff, gn!reader

Word count: 519

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This. This. I didn’t have the best home growing up and I used to wish that slenderman would take me away from mine and let me live in the mansion, it used to be a beautiful thought for me, who gives a fuck that it’s out of Charecter?? I used to wish I could meet masky, hoodie, Toby, jack, and for some reason wanted to flip of Jeff but also try to get along with him. It’s in my diary’s from when I was younger! So, even if it’s not realiztic, let people have this. Because it’s hard enough without others shitting on how you feel or your ideas.

Potential unpopular take but…

I don’t like it when people give others shit for like the Slendermansion stuff or making the Creepypastas and slendermythos act like a family.

Is it realistic? No. Can it be a little out of character for the creeps? Yeah. Is it hurting anyone other than maybe being mildly annoying? No.

It’s not a bad thing to want to pretend that these fake serial killers and monsters and whatnot are living together and having the best found family moments when they aren’t out killing people. Some of us needed to believe in that when we were younger, and some people need that now.

Besides, everyone is deserving of normalcy, God knows Tim/Masky craves it, so why not write them not being murderers and suffering through life

When I was little, like nine or something, I wasn’t in an abusive household but I was being bullied at school, and when I cried myself to sleep, I cried hoping that Slenderman or Toby or someone would come take me away to the Slendermansion and I’d be away from it all.

Should little kids be reading Creepypasta stuff? No, but we did and they’re able to find it. So why not let it be something that makes them feel safe, even for a moment, even though it isn’t real.

Who cares if it’s “not what they’d do”? It’s what I, and a lot of other people, needed them to do. So who cares

don’t you just love when you and your friend are naming your hallucinations?

Like nobody else but us would call the voice in the floor Alfred

“ALFRED SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TRYING TO SLEEP”

/srs