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the meg myers pvris and chvrches girlies are the only people I trust with my whole mind soul and body
Btw genloss stuff out on 2/19 this is gonna be actually a fun one to be like in the community for if that makes sense LMAO
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ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM
Ranboo got makeup and stuff and I'm so excited to see what they look like!!!! They're seriously the epitome of gender envy and I hate it but love it at the same time
Bruh. I miss techno so much rn. Idek why but I'm crying about it. This is dumb.
What if I just noped out of existence. Like go disappear into the forest and just...nope out of existence. Off grid, no people just....me and nature
the concept of the dream smp is completely mad like are we sure that wasn't a two year collective fever dream. a bunch of the biggest streamers in the m'necraft sphere on a server where it took one afternoon of breaking bad references to kick-start a two year sprawling in-game roleplay involving geo-political tensions, nations, one of the most accurate depictions of abuse in anything, necromancy, possession, a giant red egg, ghosts, a live suicide attempt and coming to terms with how sh't your dad was. all streamed on youtube and twitch. peak viewership on a single day was like 1.4 million people, involving some of the biggest names in the online gaming sphere, mr beast would log on every now and again and stop everyone role-playing to hunt for a bunch of gift cards that never got used, they were all gay all of the time for some reason, lil nas x logged on one time and built a tree house?? are we sure that was real like sure there were plenty of news articles on it for some reason but are we all totally sure that happened
⤜ mcyt x reader- waking up with them
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summary- waking up with mcyts headcannons. crewboys x reader
notes- soft fluff :))
song rec- banana pancakes by jack johnson
dream
you probably fell asleep during a late night stream
and after he finished he joined you
so the two of you would end up pretty tangled
he’s probably facing you
“g’morning” you mumble
he kisses you (rather sloppily, might i add. mans isn’t awake yet ;-;)
“good morning” he smiles against your lips, running his hands through your messy hair
buries his head in your neck when you suggest getting up
sleepy dream my beloved
george
arms around your waist
head buried in your neck
he likes the smell of your hair
“c’mon gogs, we gotta get up”
“noooooooo :((“
clingy boyyy
who can say no to sleeping in with him?
sapnap
big spoon
facing you
likes to randomly kiss your neck
vvv touchy
“mornin’ darl”
his accent slips out in the morning absbsnsnans
“morning pandas” you smile
you get a soft kiss for that one
karl
clingy babyyyyy
you’re spooning him
when you move to get up, he turns around and grabs you by the waist
“nooo stayyy”
“nono baby i have to get up”
he kisses you softly, pulling you down on top of him
yeah you gave up
quackity
when he’s spooning you, his legs are wrapped around your waist
he likes to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear
“g’morning, mi vida” (my life)
when you spoon him, he’s like a puddle
one forehead kiss and he’s never leaving
he likes to face you
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You are the only person thinking inside your mind. You don’t have to entertain thoughts that are not serving you.
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It’s pretty DreamSMP focused, both because I don’t think people write much of this type of fic for other SMPs, and because I’m not very familiar with them, but you can sign up with a creator’s name in the form if you’d like, and I’ll try my best to match you with someone who can write them, but it’s best if you have at least one DSMP member as a backup
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Oblivious idiots in love Prompts:
(feel free to use<3 lmaoabx tag me when any of yall write, would love to readdd! the 4th, 5th, 7th and 10th hehehe)
when they're forced to share a bed, one is freaking out, heart quivering, while the other is half asleep with their mouth wide open
A whining "who likes me? PFFT nobody" and B silently muttering "me."
one touching the other's hands and comparing pinky fingers, playing with their hair and patting their head randomly , hoping they'll get it
"be mine." "... is that a line from the book you're reading..?"
"You're denser than my dad's moustache."
eye contacts that doesn't last more than 0.001 second cause they're in the realisation phase and awkwardly looking away, down, up and everywhere but into the other's eyes
wiping a smudge of food on the corner of their lip, slowly while making eye contact and them looking away quickly
"why aren't you guys dating yet?" and A answering, "We're not like tha-" B cutting A, "Too afraid of losing the friendship."
where one of them goes "can we always be this .. close?" and the other is blinking rapidly, processing shit in their pea size brain
"i never knew you liked me!" ".. now you do. and correction, I love you."
"since when?"
^ "since.. we shared headphones that day and listened to your favorite song"
A picking an eyelash from B's face, and their hearts are both beating like crazy
"no way they like me! me?? WHY ME ? THEM LIKING ME ? HAHA JOKES."
"haven't you seen the way they look at you?" "how do they.. look at me?" "like they're helplessly falling in love."
"yes. you. yes, i like you. I've always liked you, you idiot! who doesn't like you. you're... beautiful."
Written for @hail-gail's prompt swap challenge! Big thanks to @urfriendlywriter for a fun prompt!
Prompt #4 is the one I used for the following fic:
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Be My Nemesis
The feeling is unmistakable. Heart pounding, blood racing, butterflies in the stomach. Even the thought of that special person makes you break out in a stupid grin. Every thought is of them; every song is their tune. You would do anything to spend just one more second with them. You would die for them; kill for them. This is, of course, the feeling of having a nemesis.
“This is a very impressive palace you bought,” said Oleg Volkov, Sergey Razumovsky’s best friend and confidant, glancing anxiously at the gilded walls. “Very grand. Not a single bullet hole anywhere to be seen. I sure hope you keep it that way.”
Sergey, who was sprawled on a purple velvet chaise lounge, laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you this time. I will set up a variety of death traps, but I’m going to tell you where all of them are, so if you fall into one that’s on you.”
“That’s very generous of you,” said Oleg dryly.
“I think you’re going to like my new Garden of Sinners. It now has traps based on all seven deadly sins PLUS two more that I made up that SHOULD be deadly sins. Everything is all ready. Now we wait. Do you want to play chess?”
“NO,” choked Oleg, immediately going into fight-or-flight mode, his pupils dilating. He clutched his chest, feeling the five scars there.
“Do you think Major Grom wants to play chess?” asked Sergey, kicking his legs in the air.
“I suspect he wants to play chess even less than I do.”
“Why? We had so much fun last time!”
“You killed all his friends.”
“Yes, and it was so much fun!” Sergey grinned beatifically.
Oleg sighed.
Sergey pulled out his phone. “I sent Major Grom the latest puzzle ten minutes ago! Why hasn’t he answered?”
“He’s probably busy trying to stop everything from exploding again,” said Oleg. “Which I believe was the point of the puzzle.”
“Oh. Right.” Sergey put down his phone. “I’m bored. I guess I’ll just read something until he shows up.”
Oleg left, trying to find somewhere in the palace where he was least likely to become collateral damage.
About two hours later, Major Grom showed up, slightly singed.
He dodged about two thirds of Sergey’s traps, barely escaping with his life from the other third.
“Razumovsky,” he gasped upon reaching Sergey. “This time I’ll end you. I swear it.”
Sergey put down his book. “Hey, remember when we were both the avatars of gods, and we fought, and you forgave me for everything and then exploded? Because that was great. Definitely in the top ten Razgrom moments.”
Major Grom narrowed his eyes, but he did not fall for the bait of asking what Razgrom was.
“So…do you want me to hit you in the head with a shovel for old time’s sake, or should I use knock-out gas? The Garden of Sinners is waiting for you and it is so much better than last time,” said Sergey.
“I am not running naked through your murder garden again,” said Major Grom.
“It’s not really optional.”
Major Grom drew himself up to his full height. “Razumovsky, this has gone on long enough. You have been a blight upon St. Petersburg for much too long. At first I thought it would be enough to lock you away. I should have known better. You’re a cockroach. You’re a rabid cat, always clawing its way back to haunt me…but you’re on your last life.”
“That is a LOT of metaphor mixing,” said Sergey, picking up his book again and angling the cover towards Major Grom.
“You don’t take anything seriously! Do lives mean nothing to you? Do you have not the slightest spark of goodness left in you? I can’t escape from you…every time I dream you’re the ringmaster of my nightmares.”
“Be mine,” blurted Sergey.
“Is that a line from the book you’re reading?” asked Major Grom, taken aback, monologue forgotten.
“What? No, this is Dostoyevsky. Remember, you asked me before if I’d read Dostoyevsky? I’ve got to say, Raskolnikov spent a whole lot of time whining about nothing. What I want is for you to be my nemesis. I cannot resist your abject stupidity. You foil all my most ingenious schemes by running at them screaming with a blunt object. You track me down to the ends of the earth when everyone else has assumed me dead.”
Major Grom looked at him for a long moment. “To hell with this. I’m leaving. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I am not taking part in it.” He turned around and started to leave.
Sergey sighed and picked up a shovel from under his chaise lounge. He bounded over to Major Grom and smacked him in the head with the blade.
“You are the bane of my existence,” whispered Major Grom, right before he fell unconscious.
“Music to my ears,” said Sergey. “Oleg! Help me get him into the Garden of Sinners.”
Oleg cautiously emerged from the wings. “I don’t understand why you don’t just kill him,” he said, poking Major Grom with his foot.
“I’m trying! That’s the beauty of it. There’s no way he’ll make it out of the Garden this time.”
Sergey started to drag Major Grom away.
Oleg went to check how much money was in Sergey’s ‘get Sergey out of prison’ fund. He suspected they’d need it.
Jeph Jacques decided to go out in a blaze of shitposts and in his honor I think it's only right to share these tweets with a wider audience
goodnight, sweet prince
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themes commonly found in international friendships
- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably
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“i made food do you want some”
“yes”
Youth fascination with technology
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I think it's very important to document this absolute gem of an interaction in the reblogs