one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.

'𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓'

— wriothesley x fem!reader ( girl u in jail what did you doooo? /j it's not mentioned you probably stole a fonta idk )

"you shouldn't be here"

"if you hate me that bad then…"

there's a chuckle resonating through the walls, metal rings around fingerless gloves clicking against the metal railing as the Duke makes his way down the stairs and next to you.

still at your side the man was a couple inches taller than yourself, bringing a slight feeling of nervousness around your body, or perhaps it was a natural response to the 'tiny' crush you had on him.

sometimes you have to do the thing that makes you happy and have that be enough. it may not be the next big thing. it may not bring you engagements, reblogs or conversations, but it’ll make you happy and that has to count too.

do the thing that’ll make you happy because it’s been rotting in your brain, making the day go a little quicker until you can get back to it. do it because it makes you excited—like, a genuine smile trying to show (if it doesn’t crack over your face) as you put pen/pencil to paper or screen, or words to sentences, sentences to paragraphs, and paragraphs to scenes.

create the art, write the fic, make the gif or write the poem that’ll make you grin. tell or show the story that sits in your head and tries to silence all the others—even if it means abandoning (for now) a story that’s made you popular or the thing that made you feel “seen”. do it, even if you’ve never drawn/created/or written before, and share it because you want to, not because you feel obligated.

take this as your sign to do the things that make you happy—whatever form that is. and be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to change your mind or swap fandoms; you’re allowed to make mistakes and draw four fingers instead of five or leave an obvious typo. because you’re human, and because we all start somewhere—even when you move fandoms, even when you just made a tumblr or AO3 acct.

and because it’s okay to just create for fun and happiness.

cinematic parallels

lmao, fnaf the musical was a masterpiece

Light And Dark(FNAF Security Breach)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Think you’re missing a part? Please look here.

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A full five months working with animatronics, and I’ve never seen this before. My main job is to help watch the kids in Daycare. I’ll walk around the building and check on everyone during my breaks, hence the good relationship I have with the animatronics. Some people say that they don’t really have a personality. Many years have passed since the first Fazbear Pizzaria and I tend to think robots have changed. 

I, myself, don’t believe that the animatronics have a full personality. Where they have their own mind. It’s not possible. They are just robots, after all.

But as days passed with my job, I notice something different with Sunnydrop. During the day with me standing by the desk and watching the children, my eyes catch his staring right at me. It’s like he’s watching me at all times.

He seems to be more attached to me. Trying to be by my side whenever possible. One day, I stated this… uncomfortable… problem to my manager. The next day, Sunnydrop was back to being his usual self.

That is…. until I forgot a belonging of mine in the Daycare center after closing. My manager let me in to grab it as fast as possible, but something didn’t want me to leave.

A metal hand slams the door shut before I could even open it all the way. My breathing was getting faster with the fear rising in my stomach. Turning around, I see none other than… “Sunny…?” I call out his nickname.

“Leaving so soon?” He asks happily. I could hear the darkness behind his happy personality. 

“W-what are you doing? It’s time for the building to close, so I need to go home.” I speak, pushing the fear away. Those words usually send his programs to notify him of what to do. To go back to his stage.

“…. You tattled on me, didn’t you?” His voice got lower and darker.

“S-Sunny… You’re supposed to go back to your stage.” I try the signal words for his program once more. I don’t usually have to use those exact forceful words, since he has always been good about listening. But he didn’t move to go to his stage. No… he, instead, grabbed my arm with a firm grip.

“Naughty girls get punished.”

I keep remembering how L was supposed to be an unattractive character but here we are. that raccoon has acquired so many people who are horny for for him.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

i need all the help i can get for finals

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

Couldn’t hurt at this point 😅

Can’t hurt to reblog this. I could do with some luck right now.

Can’t risk it

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

fucking duck

Not risking this

Please bless me, duck of creativity!

BLESS US THY LORD

I take no chances…

I’m not superstitious buuutt I ain’t risking it

Not risking it. I’ve been in a bit of a dry spill when it comes to writing so I’m not taking that risk.

First writing post! Finally!!

You’re a first year student in Class 1A with spider-like abilities.

Quirk: Arachnid

Hero Name: Spider-Man || Spider-Woman

Weaknesses:

What Lies Below

My Hero Academia Fic

Pairings: Reader x Various Yanderes

Genre: Mystery, Horror, Yandere, Creature Feature, Alternate Universe, Modern AU, Quirked AU, Reader Insert

Rating: 18+

Tags:Race Ambiguous Reader, Gender Ambiguous Reader, Reader They/Them Pronouns, Horror Themes, Sexual Themes, Kinks TBA

Summary: Y/n has been working at the Musutafu Facility for Anomalies for seven years now and though they never amounted to more than a desk jockey in that time they’ve been able to gain in-depth knowledge of the facility layout. There is something going on deep within the bowels of this place, something that Y/n is sure precipitated their grandmother’s disappearance decades ago. They’re going to find out what it is. They’ve got a month to explore the facility while it’s evacuated and “under construction”, and they intend to leave no stone unturned, no area unsearched, and no truth uncovered…much to the delight of the creatures within that have developed a particular fondness for Y/n….

Status: Upcoming

Updates: TBD

Notes: All Characters 18+, Yandere Characters displaying Obsessive and Toxic Behavior, Specific Creatures TBA

Masterlist

Chapters/Taglist Below (Not yet filled out, Still WIP)

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Summary : Peter's senses are really easily overwhelmed. He always finds comfort in you. This time you're the reason of his sensitivity.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, smut, pure smut really, i can barely remember the plot, it's just filth, creampie, heats basically ??, primal kink, dark undertones, dub-con kinda, pet names (bunny), handjob, pussyjob, face sitting, cumplay, masturbation kinda, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation of both peter and reader, manhandling of reader (peter basically doesn't stop fucking her), overwhelmed/oversensitive peter, titty worshipping (a teenie tiny bit), a lot of cum omg ?? genuinely, this is pure fucking smut, only that, kinda very precise description of physical features and sexual events ?? idk, please avoid at all costs if you think you might be triggered by any of these topics or the fic

A/N : did i write 10k plus words of smut ?? maybe... enjoy this because school is starting again and i bitch decided to pursue an education instead of running away in the wild

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Them: The chicken is too hot I can't eat it!

The CHICKEN:

his fucking smirk is making me feel other things—

The first time Izuku stole a quirk it was an accident. and it’s not like that person deserved a quirk after all

The second time he was doing research. it just so happens that he needs to practice how to use them and to do that he has to steal them, he’s only doing what his quirk is meant to do

The third time he would argue it was on self defense. no, it doesn’t matter that the other person wasn’t conscious anymore when he took their quirk, what does that has to do with anything?

The other times? Well, a quirk is meant to be used, isn’t it?

PAPARAZZI- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Dark! Perv! Peter x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: as the outgoing, spontaneous cheerleader of the school, you arent too familiar with quieter people, such as peter parker. he sure is familiar with you though. soon, the photos and obsessions give him the courage to talk to you, which leads into his darker desires coming true.

WARNING. THIS CONTAINS DARKER CONTENT, SUCH AS STALKING AND MANIUPLATION. READ WITH CAUTION. 

Warnings: SMUT, stalking, public masturbation, stealing of panties, masturbation with panties, booze and drugs mentioned, swearing, maniplation/ slight gaslighting, pet names, heavy praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, corruption/ innocent kink, teasing/ playing with reader through panties, panties used as gag, mocking, taking pictures of reader while asleep, mentions of diff sex postitions, spanking, plugs and collars, mirror sex etc

“i’m your biggest fan, i’ll follow you until you love me- papa-paparazzi baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that i’ll be… your papa-paparazzi” - paparazzi, lady gaga

One of the first words you had ever said to Peter Parker had been a lie. 

A white one, something small and one that you had believed. 

But not him.

 He knew it was a lie that had slipped from your lips, clear as day as he snapped the photo with his Nikon. I’m not very photogenic. 

Those were the words of warning you gave him as he asked for a photo of you for the yearbook, a shy smile blooming across your face as he insisted. 

No one is ever un-photogenic. It’s the photographer that can make it that way. he had reassured, flexing his bicep as he ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

 Those weren’t the words he wanted to say, but they’d have to do. What he really wanted to say, the truthful answer was probably not something your innocent, soft persona was ready to hear yet. 

You are the most captivating person I’ve ever seen, and I look at your beautiful body any chance I can get without seeming like a full-on weirdo, imagining what you look like under those clothes. So yes, you are photogenic. Very, very photogenic. 

That would have to wait until a much later date, when you knew him better. When you would understand how photogenic you were, because he’d make you understand.

 “Peter?” you asked shyly, drawing his attention back to the present moment, breaking him from his trance about how your legs would look slung across his shoulders as he pounded into you. 

You knew his name. God, wait until you were moaning it. 

“Yea, yea sorry, just got distracted.” he smiled, making you giggle as he brought the camera up to face, eyes staring you down through the viewfinder as he snapped the picture of you smiling by the football field. 

A cheerleader in her natural element. 

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