༺Rin༻

16 | she/they | Multi fandom | Writer | Artist | When will I update next? No one knows. Not even Nyancat.

[whimsical-meow]

-AO3- -MASTER LIST-

Hello and welcome, I'm Rin

*virtual hand shake*

I'm basically just a queer jester with unstable mental health and a deep love for Nyan cat.

Enjoy my work! (mostly just fanfiction but i might post art stuff too sometimes)

(Also I'm anti gen ai, so if you're not then maybe leave)

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

[fastfouriertransformer]

smartest fucking character in house md was lisa cuddy and i am fighting nobody on that

[whimsical-meow]

Faint digital chaos

Gregory House/James Wilson

Summary : Wilson picks up a new hobby, House is....House.

!this is mostly just a dumb crackfic!

"Yes, I do believe abortion is ethically acceptable, user546769." Wilson casually scans through the chat, looking for someone to seriously debate.

Ever since he found out about TikTok, he's been debating people over medical disagreements on live. It was his way of coping with the fact an annoying little man-child was his only real friend. Maybe a polite debate would pull his attention away from his unrelenting feelings for-

Better yet, today he had the apartment all to himself so he could settle down on the couch with the nice backdrop this time.

"Alright, user Vic_tor_odin, you're up next, plead your case"

The account seemed legit, having posts from 2 years back, so he let this one join for an actual debate.

A musical voice only Wilson could recognize started: "WEE ARE CHARLIEE KIIIRRRKK-"

Wilson simply sighs and bans him "Right. seems a Troll has entered the live" and then he blurts out under his breath "everyone check your vicodin supply"

He resumes to his usual schedule for the night and eventually he ends his live, does his night routine and goes to bed.

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As the flaming sphere of light rises, so do the resident fleshy souls of New Jersey.

Wilsons morning is the same as it always is. He gets to the hospital and cares for his first few patients. Though usually by now House would have bothered him about something. Maybe he can eat lunch without his favorite food stealing rat for once.

Much to his dismay, as soon as he sits down with his home made casserole, a hand reaches out, bringing his sandwich directly into Houses mouth.

"You know, I really thought I escaped your greedy stomach for a moment there." Wilson sighs.

"Argue for it then" House puts the sandwich back and sits down next to him.

"Well for one you're not-" he pauses, staring at him for a second "You're making fun of me, aren't you?"

"Am I not debatable enough for you?" House sarcasticly asks.

"Oh you're pleanty debatable…or at least your actions are."

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Wilson never had a peaceful TikTok live ever again. Every time there was a fake account. and every time House showed off his 'beautiful singing voice'

So eventually Wilson gave up and just decided to pick up knitting as a hobby instead which House ALSO bullied him for. Untill he tried it too.

Every sunday has now become "get drunk and knit with your homosexual situationship day".

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Sway of the cock(tail)

Pairing- bartender!Reader x striper!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Words - 699

Author's note : this will be a multi chapter fic but I write very slowly so bear with me

CHAPTER ONE

March 3rd Thursday. 5 PM

Fuck, this bed is so comfy, getting up for your night shift should be considered first degree murder. But you're no lawyer, so unless mixing drinks and occasionally telling some pompous ass man to fuck off in order to save a co-worker is considered justice by the government, your pay isn't getting any higher, Hun.

Dragging your hands across your face in a pathetic attempt to wake up from your nap, you force yourself out of bed and slowly but surely, into your shower.

The water rushes across your skin, refreshing you and waking you up.

The next few steps go by quite fast. Clothes, hair, rethinking your life choices, makeup. The usual hot vibe you have going on, you do work at a strip club after all. Even if you are just the bartender.

Maybe you should not have worn such a thin shirt though. Early march is still colder than you'd like and this stupid wind keeps messing with your hair.

Nevertheless, you arrive to the club and walk inside, bee-lining straight for the employee only door to grab the apron they make you wear. The loud music and colorful lights don't even make you bat an eye anymore, you're used to it.

Going behind the counter and to your other co-worker, John-or as you called him, Johnny-who was already mixing up a sex on the beach, you give him a small nod and finally start the work day.

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The first few hours were uneventful. A few Martinis, a few Pina coladas, maybe like 4 Aperol spritzes? You lost count after the third one.

As you were calmly mixing someone up a passion fruit martini, Johnny leans over and starts to chit chat with you, having a lack of orders at the moment.

"You hear they're hiring a new dancer? Word is, he's a hottie too" then he winks, knowing how painfully single you are, wanting to tease.

"Oh sit your mohawk having ass down, boy" you finish making that drink and hand it over to the customer, then turn back to Johnny. "You seriously have to stop that."

A dramatic gasp escapes his lips "Excuse me, I am THE pinnacle of fashion, you just have no taste"

"Keep talking, Johnny. Keep talking." An eye roll and a soft scoff doesn't come without a smile, but it does come with a warm sensation in your heart. Power of friendship and all that. blah blah blah.

"Seriously though, heard Gaz say the new hire was like.." he pauses for a moment before indicating a height of about 6'2 with his hand, adding a small quiet whistle.

You stare at him deadpan for a few seconds, before he practically whines out "c'mon…you're too hot to be so sad and single right now. You're still so young"

A chuckle softly escapes your lips and you reply in an almost sarcastic tone "Thanks, dude. But I doubt-"

"You two know where the dressing rooms are?"

A thick British accent hitches your breath in your throat as your head does a 90 degree angle over to him. Johnny did NOT lie. 6'2. Muscular. Slightly messy blonde hair and eyes that scream "I'm tired but I need a job…and also fuck me"… shit, that's your exact type. MOTHERFU-

Worst part? You still haven't even answered him and it's been a few awkward seconds, you've just been staring at him like a deer in headlights. Luckily, Johnny replies fast enough to save you "New hire? Left hallway, first door."

The man nods at him and then walks away as if you didn't just practically gawk at him. Your lips still faintly agape as your now very happy co-worker puts a hand on your shoulder, almost as comfort. Almost.

"I knew it." Smiling through his fucking teeth.

Fuck. You slowly turn to him, eyes now a bit wider than your doctor would recommend. "I looked like an idiot…didn't I?"

"Just a little bit."

With a heavy sigh, your face fades back to normal, or at least what you hope looks normal. There's no denying the change in atmosphere.

Well, this just got interesting.

[animentality]

[vivicas-dollhouse]

And i shit you not the pasta was creepy

[eibachu]

‘Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch, I'm drownin’ 💚🔌

[simplyxdreaming]

[tintoxtinto]

💀+🐈

[softlyunwell]

i’m not romantically attracted to him.

i’m just experiencing a medically concerning desire to be protected by someone who knows how to reload a weapon calmly.

[givem3thegun]

[realtransfacts]

A cis gay guy dating a trans man does not mean he is secretly bisexual.

A cis lesbian dating a trans woman does not mean she is secretly bisexual.

Trans people don't make you bisexual.

You don't have to be bisexual to date trans people.

[cod-dump]

Soap: What's your body count?

Ghost, shrugging: Haven't kept count

Soap: Add me to the list

Ghost:

Soap: *grinning*

Ghost: ... what kind of body count are you talking about. Before I do anything stupid

Soap:

Soap: Suddenly I am less horny and more fearful for my life

[cryinggyarados]

commission

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Self portrait + Fatson todd = silly

(tried to sorta make myself look like a knight, dunno if it gives off knight...)

[noodles-07]

everything I hate about ai and love about wikipedia on one image

[no-one-offical]

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