IM OLDER THAN A FANFICTION WEBSITESEE

I CANT BAKE BUT WE CAN DO A TEXT BASED HEAR ME OUT CAKE 🤪🤪🤪

(No fr we can do one in private messages)

I wish I had friends to play silly little games with (Fortnite, stardew valley, etc literally anything), and do fun things with over the internet.

Like I’d love to do a “hear me out” cake or cupcakes with someone even over just FaceTime or on the headset to giggle😭😭😭

Bouta go to sleep but I need to yap about the dream I had last night.

PICTURE THIS- you're me, waking up fully clothed at he ass crack of dawn but somehow also a bright morning.

You're ready to go to school, walk to the bus stop (not even 4 houses away) and stand at the stop sign

(you start having conversations with the people at the bus stop BUT OH NO)

you're conversation stops- you glance down the road anticipating the worst...

A red trolly- I sign of bad omens, is making its way down the road. It's taking it's sweet time but still going at a pace that makes you want to get outa there

You all start panicking and thinking about places to hide

(this is a 'mock nightmare', it's one of those dreams that feel scary enough to make you feel hella uneasy but not enough to be dreadful)

You talk with one of the girls (who is low-key a baddie) and she says go to Ms. (Neighbor)'s house and hide in-between the bushes and the porch railing, so you do

The Red Trolly rolls up

(btw there aren't even trolly lines in your city, that's how scuffed this bs is)

You try to duck down as low as you can, BUT, because you're in a dream, you're body doesn't do exactly as you ask. so you remain the tiniest bit visible

This is your doom. The aura emminating from the Trolly is heavy and frightening. The feeling of despair washes over you as you watch the trolly conductor step out and stare you down.

He says something about how he's "Going to get you this time!", and you run into the neighbor's house.

He's already inside and at the door, you sorta run sorta evade around the house. Heart beating out of your chest, blood flow pumping to you ass of all places.

He catches up to you. His face is one of determination and irritability. (What I saw) He has sort of a tired dad look mixed with an angry police officer vibe. His brown hair combed back, barely noticable stumble and frowned lips make his appearance even more indignant than it is.

He's all up in your space. You can't take it anymore. He's grabbing you, trying to get you outside so you can go into the Trolly. You don't want to so your next course of action?

'Seduce him.'

Yeah.

That's actually I heard at that exact moment. We're gonna seduce this mf

You start trying to coo at him and quell his irritable self, he calms a bit, hearing you out as you start glazing on him and his assumed achievements more than a Lebron James fan glazes their idol when they watch a Lakers™ game.

He starts going with it, getting comfy. You're both really feeling whatever this chemistry is. The door is still open but no one dares go near the house with the Red Trolly in the vicinity. The room you are grinding on him in is near empty.

He has his hands on your waist, maneuvering you both around the room while your actually dey humping and making our with each other

(yeah this turned into a wet dream reeeaaal quick 💀💀 no joke)

You push him off, sabotaging your pleasure, and he starts mumbling about needing to go anyways...

He makes quick work out the door, driving the Trolly away. As soon as he and the red vehicle are gone, the Aura of Death™ goes along with them.

The end.

Btw this is one of my RECURRING DREAMS, had this one in 4/5th grade I believe ☝️😎(😭🙏)

LEGO - Rubber Duck 

i want more vampire stories except they're from the Deep South and Appalachia with southern accents

It's to make more Marble Hornets/JJK/Creepypasta brainrot

THE REALEST THING IVE SEEN ALL DAY

(I should be asleep)

“you’re good at art you should go to college you should start animation you should get a job in the industry you have so much potential” I SHOULD BE IN THE WOODS. EATING POISONOUS BERRIES

Any Marvel™ movie. That shit would be b a n a n a s

Ok, very specific but if you had the opportunity to introduce one thing to a Victorian child, what would it be?

Mine would be wattpad.

Tag your mutuals/friends:

@purple-phesh-and-cheps

@arson-mushroom

@proffessor-geen-berries

@klausthementlegen

I would be so fucking mad but that would be funny asf too

Filipino Isekai

OP WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DOOO????

I can’t believe I have the flu and laryngitis🧍🏼‍♀️

To make matters infinitely worse right now? I just started my period. I’m being punished.

The Running Game

WC: 850-865

Part of the backstory for my oc Billy Bunzy Trander - The Rabbit King

This is wayyy before he loses his mind and becomes a 'possessed' cult leader.

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Billy had always loved running around, aimlessly and in circles. When he was a child, when he still knew and loved his dad, they would often go into the woods and play The Running Game together.

The object was to run in the largest circle you around someone without getting dizzy, then you'd chase after the other person and tag them, making them the runner.

Billy would win most of the time, because his dad would let him, even if he was a much better runner than him, being a grown up and all. After a couple if rounds they would saunter into town for a snack.

This was during those times when people like them weren't seen as unnatural or dangerous, when they could enjoy whatever they did after playing all day.

But one day, seemingly like any other; something, or maybe even everything changed.

Billy and his dad, then know by his last name 'Trander', we're finishing up their second round of The Running Game. Billy had won again, much to his dad's lackluster 'dismay'. It was decided that since Trander was the loser (again) he'd get to be the runner and would have to chase Billy.

Putting on a sigh and an air of defeat, Trander stalked around his son; twisting, turning, skipping and getting faster whist making his circle larger.

When he finally decided his circke was wide enough, he playfully pointed his hands at Billy, who had been paying very little attention until then.

They both snapped into place: Trander, the hunter, the predator, the Chaser; Billy, the prey, the Runner.

But, instead of going immediately after him like he usually would, Trander said,

"Hey, Bill, I'll give you 45 seconds of a head start. Show how fast my genes are, I wanna see you kick up sand and dirt, kid!"

The sweet, angel like child could only nod and giggle hysterically while running away, the opposite direction of his father. When he guessed about 45 seconds were gone (,which in reality was actually an entire minute, unbeknownst to the little boy) he ducked down, under and into a 'shelter'.

It was a large hollow-ish log that had fallen into some sizable rocks; just enough space for a small child or two to comfortably hide inside.

He sat and stayed there for a while, hearing the occasional shout of his name and yelps of unrewarded 'GOTCHA's and 'FOUND YOU's.

Trander could make three guesses about where his son could be. But even though he knew where he was, he made no effort to actually look for him.

With a sigh, he called out almost half-heartedly,

"Hey, Buddy... I know you're out here somewhere! I will find you!...... Billyyyyy! BIILLYYY!"

Trander looked towards the large log and noticed his child's light up sneakers. He sighed and nodded, jogging further to the opposite side of the woods, away from the areas where he and his child could be seen playing by other people.

Nobody heard of him after that.

Billy stayed under the log for 3 hours. Once he decided to get up, he noticed how close to evening and sunset it was.

He called out for his dad but got no answer. Running back to the front of the woods, he saw his mom and some people who noticed them go into the woods earlier.

He rushed to his mother, unsure of what was really happening.

Mrs. Trander: Where's Papa, Bunny?

Billy: I no no Mama. We were pwaying d-da winning game and I was hiding so well he couwdn't f-find me... I'm so-sowy, Mama.

To Mrs. Trander, this would now be the saddest day of her life. To see her child cry tears of fear and to hear that her lover had disappeared was the worst thing to ever happen to her.

The amount of tears shed in those weeks after searching high and low for Trander were enough to make a large pond look like a small glass of water.

Billy Bunzy never played The Running Game again.

For a long time, about, 4-6 years, Joseph Trander was never heard from again.

Search parties came up empty and this only helped stoke the fire of rumors that the Faye folk and people called 'Worshippers of The Craft' were on the rise.

Bunzy had unfortunately got caught in the eye of the storm or nonsense. He and his mother were believed to be the reason Trander went missing, that they somehow transported him to the Faye Realm.

Bunzy doesn't care for his birth name anymore; he trashed it just as his father trashed them.