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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Kiana Khansmith
Product Placement
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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almost home
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d e v o n
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Discoholic 🪩
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@storycent1
Welcome to our Library!!
Masterlist:
Cannon stories:
The Girl Who Likes to Fish
OCXReaders:
A blessing (Hannah Mystery x reader)
XReaders:
Sleepy BF
Sweet Bf (period cramps)
Sleepy + observant classmate
Ex-BF
Art dumps:
Other fandoms:
Technoblade
OCs
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finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”
When I want fluff fics and all I’m getting is smut on my fyp
You sometimes just need fluff and not smut.
@tsirxyawntu
6 years after you broke up with your ex-BF, you saw him again with another woman.
The way he smiled at her with such softness—genuine love in his eyes as he looked at her taking pictures on a nearby flower at the park.
He laughed when a small breeze passed by them—making the flowers sway—causing blur movements in the picture. He then patted her head, and urged his woman to try again.
Seeing him again made you realized your lost, and made you feel sad at the thought. But then again, without him—you achieved your goals, dreams, and managed to repay your parents for their hardwork; you're literally living your dream life.
But, a part of you says,
you still could have achieve your dreams— even if he were by your side.
Not proof-read!
Not to post corny shit off Pinterest but imo this is the difference between Wesker and Zeno in my mind. Wesker couldn’t, Zeno could
Men like to say “I would kill for you,” as if violence shows devotion. But would you forgive for her? Lay down your pride, silence your anger, and choose peace even though your ego begs for war?
Part 2
🗑️ TO THE “MORAL POLICE” HARASSING AUTHORS: YOU ARE THE VILLAIN HERE.
I’m actually losing brain cells watching this fandom implode. I need you chronically online performative activists to sit down, shut up, and listen for once in your miserable lives.
I’m seeing amazing authors deactivating, deleting their work, and leaving the fandom because a pack of rabid hyenas decided to bully them over FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
Let’s get a few things straight, because apparently, critical thinking is a skill you lot didn’t spec into.
1. HARASSMENT IS NOT ACTIVISM.
Bullying real, living, breathing human beings over a fanfic about a video game monster doesn’t make you a “good person.” It makes you a piece of sh*t. You are not “protecting children.” You are literally traumatizing real people in the name of a pixelated antagonist. If you tell an artist to kill themselves over a ship, YOU are the problem. Not them. You. 🤡
2. IT IS A HORROR GAME.
We are talking about Poppy Playtime. A game about body horror, murder, and dark experiments. But suddenly, writing dark fics or shipping the Prototype (an eldritch abomination made of wires and meat) is where you draw the line? Stop applying real-world laws to a fictional wire-spider. “Oh, but he’s Oliver!! He’s coded as a minor!!” SHUT UP. The Prototype is a fictional entity. A monster. Authors have been writing about him since before the lore drop. Even if the lore changes, FICTION DOES NOT EQUAL REALITY. If you can’t separate a fanfic from real life, you need to log off and go to therapy.
3. “DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ” IS FREE.
The block button exists. No one is strapping you to a chair and forcing you to read Pro-ship fics or Prototype content. You are actively seeking it out just to be offended. That’s pathological behavior.
To the antis/moralists: You are not the morality police. You are just bored bullies looking for a socially acceptable target to abuse. You ruined the fun for everyone because you’re incapable of curating your own internet experience.
To the authors: Please, for the love of god, DO NOT STOP WRITING. Do not let these jobless losers win. Block them, lock comments, but keep creating. You are the backbone of this fandom. The rest of them are just noise. R.I.P. adequacy in this fandom. You've broken the bottom.
Happy Valentine’s Day, people!!
You never expected to like the sleepy guy at your class, and now.. you have to pay the price.
You always thought that he's lazy, and he sometimes pisses you off by not doing his part as a weekly cleaner in the classroom. Whenever he does his part though, it won't be really clean (just decent enough but there would still be dust though.)
Other than him being lazy, you kind of noticed that he's also VERY observant when he's not sleeping his buttcheeks in his table. He can point out things that not all of your classmates can see and can notices things when no one can.
And this detail would be a pain in your ass..
(BECAUSE HE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM—LIKE DAMN DAWG, YOU'RE NOT GONNA EAT HIM ARE YOU?)
But yeah, it would be a pain. Not only he can notice your feelings for him, he could also unconsciously observe you and could possibly maintain eye contact until you look away. (And you may or may not like the way he bore his gaze through the back of your skull.)
He observes the way how your body react when talking to people, how you get awkward and embarrassed when you do something stupid, he also noticed how you get pissed of by that one classmate of yours (and he kinda wants the tea)
And whenever he does observe or look at you, you could feel the chills that run down on your spine and the way the hairs around your nape stand. Yeah.. its very uncomfortable and a lovely feeling at the same time.
Now, he's just waiting when are you gonna talk to him after he confronted you with this feelings of yours.
A bf who would always massage your legs whenever you had your period. He buys you snacks and drinks from your favorite store—always willing to make you smile from the pain you experience during this time.
He would gather pillows and blankets on the couch and turn on the TV; snacks already at the coffee table—waiting to be devoured. Then he would get you from your bed, carrying you bridal style. With you plopping in the couch with a snack already at your hands—he snuggles on you.
Sometimes, when the cramps worsens, he would research foods that would help with cramps. From teas to snacks, and he would buy some warm compress for that.
He's such a sweet guy
The Girl who Likes to Fish
Once a upon a time, there was a girl who likes to fish.
She catch various and edible fish to feed her people.
Small and big. Large and long
She either sells them or give them to people for free.
She was happy with her work.
Then one day, something happened.
Her village was set on fire.
Now, the village sat crisp and dry.
The image of the fire burned in her eyes and went to the boat to fish.
Fishing to calm her mind.
People walked around collecting scraps and cutting trees in order to repair.
There was barely enough food for them to eat,
so she sailed alone.
Not because she was tasked with it.
But because no one was willing to do it.
She did this for days, 45 fish at a time.
Some were big and some were small.
Some were long and some were short.
Until she met a woman.
The woman was in her young 20's
While the girl was in her teenage years.
Black hair tied in a low ponytail; flows with the sea breeze.
Deep brown eyes looked at her deeply.
She held her hand and told her she'll help her till she completes her goals.
The girl was skeptical.
But she never denied.
Then the days followed shortly.
The girl told her everything who she was.
But the woman didn't.
Years passed, the girl grew.
And so the woman too.
The woman is getting weaker each day.
She couldn't no longer handle the pull of each fish on the fishing rod.
It always flies away.
Down in the sea.
Never to be seen.
So the woman stayed in her house.
Years passed as the village become better, the task slowly lifted on her shoulder.
One day, the woman asked if she could join her on her boat.
And the girl gladly let her sail with her.
While talking, the woman says "she's all grown up."
"Enduring the pain in every way"
"Appreciating everything you got.
Big or small"
The girl laughed.
She said "it's already in her nature to be like that"
Her parents taught her good.
As they fished in the sea,
the woman says she's happy to be able be with her again.
She hope they meet again some day.
After she finished her words.
The girl turned to look at her and she was gone.
As if she was never there to begin with.
Then reality once again settled on her.
The woman died 2 years ago.
And the village was never rebuilt.
Seeing her often became a habit of hers.
Letting her delusion tell her that she's still there.
Telling her that it was never her fault.
Telling her that she didn't burned the village.
And that she still forgives her even if she was poisoned by the girl on their last meal.
A black marlin..
And now she fish.
Taking their precious lifes in order to be forgiven by those who died in the fire.
A so called habit for redemption.
Fishing for redemption she can never have.
Because the dead would never comeback.
The girl who likes to fish.
Bruhhh, my story links and shit are not working😭😭
Mother God
Art Dumps: OCs
Mother God
Technoblade o7
Imagine your sleepy boyfriend hugging your waist tightly while cuddling on the couch. His head nestled on your chest and snoring slightly. It's been hours since this started and you're starting to get numb from the weight—so you tried to do something that every other person will do: laying on your side.
The moment you moved you have stirred him awake (because he's a damn light sleeper) and is now sleepily complaining on why you moved and how comfortable he was until he layed down next to you on your eye level. He then spooned you and mumbled complaints in your head before dozing off again till you reminded him that you haven't eaten dinner and is now near midnight. Oh boy.
The Green Ribbon that Ties my Life into Yours
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