Kinda hate twt links.. The ones i've seen are mostly the character being dominant..... I WANT THEM TO BE A BOTTOM FOR ONCE, its making me tired of seeing all of them being a dommy daddy in these and i kinda want one of them being a bottom for once. (Specially ben.)
Everything is getting worse with every passing day, I crave a comfort that I know that won't come... I told them how I felt but they cannot care less. Things never change, not even now.
I felt like an attention seeker when i told them how I felt terrible, perfect. Now they have another problem... I have to be the one who looks after them. That's all I have to do. That's all i'm good at. And if I can't even do that right, then why would they stay?
I was alone, alone with that voice who kept saying that no one would care if I did It. If i just scratched My thighs until they bled.
And It is right.
Even if we laugh together every day, I know they don't really want to be there. They're putting up with me, i'm just another pain in the ass they have.
I try to keep my room as clean as possible.
Why?
I don't know. Maybe to not worry My mom...
With all of this happening, the only "comfort" I get is to stay in My phone, looking through posts of My F/O, crying over the fact that he is all the comfort I have left. He's literally one of the few things holding me together. My life together...
I just want to lie on bed with him, hide My face on his chest and cry out all the things I've been holding, he is everything to me.
EDIT: sorry about the grammatical errors, english is not my first language and I was really sleepy while writting.
if ben had a boyfriend would he call him daddy instead of mamas just to piss him off
Oh yes. In fact he’d whine it. When he wants something? “Dadddddyyyyyy please go grab my red bull from my desk I’m too lazy.” That or he’d do it in front of a group of pastas just to embarrass the reader. An example being, if the reader asked him to bum him a cigarette or smth, he’d go “whatever you say, daddy.”
(Sorry if this has any grammatical errors! English is not my first language!! And i'm dumb!!!)
I had this idea for a long, long time (since I started doing ninah fanarts) but kept it in my drafts piled with unfinished stuff until a few days ago I finally decided to redraw it.
It's funny because when I drew the first sketch I felt super embarrassed for even thinking about them in a 'romantic' sense. A lot of people in that time thought of them more as a horny weird thing (not complaining, I was doing the same) so I felt silly for making it more sentimental than just that.
I'm kind of glad that I could do it now, and not finishing it before because it was UGLY af. Not joking, didn't know really what to do (and the brush I was using before didn't help a lot)
So anyways. I'll stop rambling and I hope y'all enjoy this. I'd like to keep doing comics more often (I know I have to continue the Neighbor x Homeowner thing, so don't kill me ú_ù)
So we had my ghoap run into @mitrielle s duo from an alternate reality and then their Soap had some... interesting thoughts during a trip to the bar after said mission...
...and here´s what my Soap is thinking, also they are so drunk :3
One time, you overstimmed him so hard he literally squirt. Because weens can do that too.
He didn’t know it was going to happen, and when he realized, it was too late. He literally spasmed violently before it splattered everywhere- from a hand job, at that. Tongue out, eyes crossed, panting and everything.
It was so humiliating for him that he refused to look at you in the eye for a week. Especially since he cried after and hiccuped from the sensitivity.
And it’s Toby AND Brian.
That’s it.
Goodnight cunnilingus enthusiasts and plap plap supremacists.
Everyone feels it when it happens. The foggy haze which they were so used to living with that no one remembered life without it, the heavy darkness constantly in the back of their thoughts, the mental chains binding them to this place. All lifted in an instant.
The Slenderman is dead.
Pitch black envelopes the sky as the stars that weren't really stars start to go out. The sounds of the forest have silenced, any creatures that were out there having enough sense to flee. The air grows colder by the second. Colour is fading from the trees, leaving what little can still be seen in the ever dimming light grey and lifeless.
This forest was never real. Just a fabrication, a fake little world created and maintained by a powerful entity. And now that there's nothing to hold it together, it's dying.
At the centre of it all, in the large house surrounded by now withering forest in all directions, is chaos. There's no time for anyone to really process what has happened or to feel any kind of emotions at having been so suddenly freed from their servitude. Not when they know what's happening and how little time they have to escape with their lives. Panicked yells are exchanged as people clamber to get out of the house, only to get more frantic once outside and able to see the world around them deteriorating.
The sky above has now become nothing but an empty expanse of nothing, revealing how fake this bubble of reality always was beneath the surface.
Blue eyes are cast fearfully upwards as a raven haired serial killer steps outside, taking in the nothingness before darting panickedly around at his greying surroundings.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Jeff turns from the quite horrifying scene of the entire reality in which he stands dying to instead face the house. “Hurry! Move!” He calls frantically to who he swears was right behind him when they had started to exit the building. “Ben!” He yells, just about to run back in before the blond finally steps out.
Contrasting Jeff's panic, Ben's movements are slow. He looks over what the growing darkness allows them to see, expression shifting from disbelief to solemn acceptance. He looks to Jeff, opens his mouth to speak, but no words form.
“No time to be in shock, we have to go.” Jeff grabs Ben by the wrist and starts to pull him in the direction of the others, some of whom have already started to run through the trees towards the way back to the real world. Only a few still remain grouped near the treeline, probably waiting for them.
“Snap out of it, Ben! We have to RUN!” Jeff pulls harder, dragging an unmoving Ben behind him.
“Jeff,” Ben, processing the reality of what is happening, finally manages to speak. He's ignored, however, the killer only continuing to drag him behind himself. “ Jeff .” He repeats louder, planting his feet firming on the ground and refusing to be moved further.
“Whatever it is it can fucking wait!” Jeff is growing even more frantic, pulling at Ben more aggressively.
“Stop, Jeff. Listen for once in your life will you?” The ghost's voice breaks.
Jeff pauses for a moment, face flashing with something briefly, before opening his mouth to again yell at the boy to start running. He's cut off before he can start, though.
“Think about it for a second.” Ben pries the grip on his wrist free, taking Jeff’s hand in his own and squeezing it lightly. “I can't leave this place.” He lifts his tearful gaze to meet Jeff's. “You know that…”
Jeff stares for a moment, before choking out the closest thing to a laugh he can muster. “Wh- What the hell do you mean? It's not like you can stay here.” He forces another laugh, a broken grin now plastered on his face as he goes back to trying pulling at Ben's arm. His denial is starting to crack around the edges. The psycho’s long since damaged mind is doing what it tends to do when faced with something it can’t bear. Ben can see this, but the really awful thing is that there just isn’t time for it. The ground beneath them is starting to shake.
“Look at me!” The ghost screams, grabbing the front of Jeff's hoodie and forcing him to face him “I am here! I'm not real, Jeff! I died a very long time ago. I'm only alive here .” He glitches slightly, half of his face flickering in electronic pixels for a split second. He can feel himself starting to fade along with everything else in this world. “You do remember that, don't you? That I'm dead?” He speaks gently, though desperation burns in his eyes, begging Jeff to accept what he already knows is true.
“N-no.. That's not- You're-” Jeff's psychotically forced smile has dropped. His eye twitches as he stammers out words that don't lead anywhere. Tears are rolling down his cheeks. He knows what Ben is trying to explain, he’s always known it. He’s feared this exact situation for years now, but he was never prepared to actually face it. And, he can’t. He freezes, staring wide eyed at Ben as his mental state visibly shatters, unwilling to process this.
“Hey, it's okay.” A genuine smile on his face despite the tears, Ben steps closer, reaching a hand to cup Jeff's face tenderly. His eyes dart briefly to where he can just about make out a figure running towards them. “Listen, Jeff,” With so little time to spare, Ben just says what he absolutely can't leave unsaid. “I was so lucky to meet you. I-” His body jolts in another glitch, his voice breaking. “I love you. I love you so much.” He chokes back a sob, focusing on getting the words out, and on burning the sight of Jeff's face into his memory so that it can be the last thing he thinks about. “Don't be an idiot without me. No recklessness and no dying!”
The ghost leans in and presses his lips against Jeff's in a bittersweet, final kiss.
“And don't push Liu away. You shouldn't be alone.” Ben's voice is distorting more and more, the glitches getting more aggressive. He looks behind Jeff to where Liu is fast approaching them. “You need to run now. Get out of here before it's too late.”
Ben tries to take a step back, but Jeff doesn't let him. “No.” He says, hands shaking as he tightens his grip on Ben. “N-no! If you can't- If you can't leave, I'm staying here with you!” He demands frantically, clinging onto his boyfriend and refusing to let go.
“You can't, Jeff! If you don't leave now you'll die!” Ben pleads, shoving Jeff away.
“What the fuck are you doing?! We all need to run, now !” Liu yells furiously, fear heavy in his words. He pants but doesn't give himself time to catch his breath. He tries to grab his brother by the arm, but is violently pushed away.
“Just run, Liu.” Jeff says shakily without turning to him. He reaches for Ben. “Ben, I can't- I- I'm not-” As he tries to touch him, Ben's body glitches and Jeff's hand just phases right through. “I'm not going anywhere without you!” He tries again and this time manages to grab onto the ghost, holding onto him with everything he's got.
Liu's heart drops as realises what's happening. He stares at Ben for a moment, almost being overtaken by sadness before snapping himself out of it. There isn't time for grief right now, he has to do something. He locks eyes with Ben, the two coming to a silent understanding as the ghost’s eyes plead with him to do what they both know has to happen now. Liu nods.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jeff. But we need to go.” Liu grabs Jeff and yanks him away forcefully, which isn't actually that hard as Ben's increasingly unstable form glitches out again and Jeff's desperate grasp can't keep a grip on him.
Only a short distance away, a similar situation is unfolding.
“We can't just leave her!” Clockwork screams, hammering her fists against Jack's chest as the demon pushes her towards Toby, who is attempting to pull her in the direction that everyone else already ran.
“We h-ave to, Nat!” Toby yanks at his girlfriend's arm, but she won't budge.
“No! I won't! She's scared!”
Sally, who Clockwork is so desperately trying to get to, just stands there and cries. She doesn't understand what's happening.
Jack suddenly takes Clockwork by the face, forcing her to look at him. “She's already dead.” He asserts coldly with an intensely serious expression. “Run. Now!” He orders with a monstrous growl, which does the job. Clockwork reluctantly turns and runs off into the grey trees with Toby.
Jack glances one last time at poor Sally, but right as he's about to run as well, he hears yelling. And he instantly knows what that’s probably about. Instead of following Toby and Natalie towards safety, he runs off in the direction of the voices.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME-” Jeff screeches, hitting and shoving his brother as he tries to drag him away. “BEN!” He yells, reaching for the blond desperately. Ben, body glitching and flickering more violently by the second, can only watch in anguish as Liu struggles and fails to pull Jeff away.
The shaking in the ground is getting severe, like an earthquake. The empty sky is starting to splinter and crack like glass. This reality won't be able to hold itself together for much longer.
“Please, Jeff. Go. Please .” The fading ghost sobs, just wanting his boyfriend to get out of this place alive before it completely falls apart.
“You have to listen to him!” Liu shouts, doing everything in his power to move Jeff.
“I'M NOT FUCKING LEAVING HIM!” The killer is hysterical. There’s absolutely no talking sense into him, no matter how desperately both Ben and Liu try to.
Jack appears seemingly out of nowhere, as it's now so dark hardly anything is visible beyond a few metres in any direction. He wastes no time in grabbing Jeff. This is the exact situation he was expecting, and he knows there isn’t time to deal with it beyond just ripping the unstable killer away from Ben and running.
Liu mentally thanks gods that he doesn't believe in for the miracle, but doesn't waste any more time. He joins the demon in running, Jeff being dragged kicking and screaming with them.
“Thank you.” The ghost smiles faintly, relieved to see Jeff dragged away. Liu throws him a somber look over his shoulder just before they’re out of sight.
Leaving Ben to his fate, it genuinely does break Liu's heart. But not at much as Jeff's horrifically agonised screaming does.
Jack is just as impacted. He likes Ben, and he loves Sally like a little sister. But there’s nothing that can be done for them. And if being heartless about it is what it takes to get everyone else out alive, that's what he has to do.
Sniffling, Sally looks around at the dying world. She hugs her stuffed bear tightly to herself and cries.
“Shh, shh. It's okay.” Ben kneels beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Upon realising that she isn't alone, the frightened child clings to Ben, who holds her comfortingly.
“I'm scared.” She mumbles into Ben's chest.
“There’s no need to be scared, Sal. I promise.” Ben does his absolute best at a comforting and cheerful voice, stroking Sally's hair.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing scary, okay? It’s just gonna get dark for a while, and then- Then it’ll be over. Okay? Don’t be scared.” He holds the girl close to himself, shielding her from the sight of what’s happening around them.
As this fake reality fractures and breaks, the two ghosts hold each other, their bodies flickering and dimming as they slowly fade into nothing.
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