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No thoughts only jigsaw having to do his puzzles online because of the covid19 pandemic
whoops i got carried away and made this
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Who I write for?
Thomas Hewitt Michael Myers Jason Voorhees Brahms Heelshire Bo Sinclair Vincent Sinclair Lester Sinclair Bubba Sawyer Billy Lenz Asa Emory (The Collector) Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) Otis Driftwood Baby Firefly Yautja (Predator)
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What I will write?
NSFW SFW Headcanons Oneshots / shorts
What I will not write?
Incest Paedophilia Rape (I will write dub-con)

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Really want to crochet myself a whole cardigan but I have the attention span of a fruit fly so I'm just gonna keep making beanies and flip flops for my cat I guess
The aforementioned kitty flips 🥺
Alex: Grandma Evelyn, grandpa George? I...I'm gay.
George: What?
Y/n: He doesn't like women.
George: Sexism?? When I married your grandmother I swore to never have that in my house!
Evelyn: Dear no-
hi there! i asked you for some fic recs awhile ago and they were amazing 🥺 i was hoping you or your followers could rec me anymore! i’m looking for something along the lines of obi and ani are super touchy with each other but they’re not in a relationship… something like that! it’s truly my bread and butter. thank you so so much 💖😭
aaah, yes, a good friends to lovers where the intimacy and the physical proof of love are already present, what a trope 🙏 I don't have a lot of fics with them being very touchy, most friends to lovers obikin fics (even the fluffiest) show how much they care by other means than touch, but I think you could enjoy reading these ones:
A moment in your eyes, by LacePendragon (7k). Lot of Anakin pining for Obi-Wan, until he realises that maybe being called by the sweetest pet names and hold tenderly means that this isn't one-sided. This is an adorable fic that I would recommend reading and rereading when you have a bad day and need something soft and fluffy to cheer you up!
starbird, by imaginarykat (8k). Obi-Wan is being carefree and very affectionate, so of course it makes Anakin suspicious, but it's not like he's going to complain about it. Obi-Wan is such an intriguing figure in this fic, and like Anakin, it's so easy to get lost in trying to define him but it's easier to just enjoy it, because he is a delight.
Fever, by TheCrackedKatana (37k). Anakin is sick and doesn't want to admit it, it's a good thing he has a doting master who's well-prepared to take care of him. A lovely and fluffy sickfic.
(won't you) lay your healing hands on my chest, by sirius_bucky_solo (10k). BIG YES FOR TOUCH-STARVED OBIKIN. Anyway, Anakin wants Obi-Wan to hug him, resulting in a lot of hurt/comfort.
One touch and I ignite, by Paper_cut (59k). No I won't stop recommending this fic because the pining here is IMMACULATE. Basically an alternative take on Anakin's transition from Obi-Wan's padawan to Jedi knight, and how their shaky relationship turned into a 'if you two find a way to miss this 854th opportunity to kiss and admit that you can't live without each other I'm DONE'. Physical affection only comes slowly, halfway through the story when they grow more comfortable with each other, but I promise that it's absolutely worth the wait.

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I don't punch bugs but my boyfriend is 6'7" and 220lbs so I'll call him to get the bugs and he walks in and does his best new york gangster voice (he's British) and goes "is that guy bothering you, toots?" and then puts them in a cup
if men arent like this theyre worthless
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And if any of these appeal to you, definitely think about joining in for the #MonstrousMayChallenge this May! It's an event for prompting all kinds of creators to write more monster-centric content!
Can you do something with a pig and a dog? I feel like they would be such a cute pair of friends.
they meet up every saturday
this is so wild
Narration, in a serious, dramatic voice: We find no evidence paranormal activity inside this mine, but we do find an absolutely adorable kitty kitty.
Person on screen, using a baby voice: Hi little kitty kitty! Hi little kitty kitty! Ohh, you’re just a little kitty kitty!
Both the narrator and the person on the screen are the same person, which makes it even better XD
the cat was a ghost
You suffer from moderate to severe touch starvation, but try to go about a normal life. One day while sitting in a cafe, a decidedly inhuman looking figure sits at a table near you. Deciding that you gotta fix your skin hunger somehow, you walk over and introduce yourself. He blinks a couple times, looking really confused. "You should be too well-fed to be able to see me." Out of the corner of your eye, you see a black horse patiently waiting outside, no one else seems to see it, or its owner.
Rating: Lemon/Explicit Content: Depression, Anxiety, Touch Starvation, Vaginal Fingering Characters: Female Reader/Famine (as in one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse) Wordcount: ~3500
Notes: I was originally going to split this into two parts, but decided to post it all as one, so there are headers within the text. (I wanted to keep them because they made me giggle, so enjoy!)
It’s also worth noting that touch starvation is a very real issue that can cause severe depression, so while I try not to preach at folks in or before my stories, in this case I want to point out that if you relate too deeply, I’d love if you seek help. Please take care of yourselves. <3
Touch Starved, Part One (or, the one where you meet the physical embodiment of Famine while in search of a donut)
Happy birthday! The email reads.
What? You think to yourself. You open the calendar app on your phone and you frown. No, it’s not your birthday. But it almost is.
How is it nearly your birthday?
Where has the time gone?
It’s with something of a shock that you realize you haven’t spoken to another human face-to-face in over month. You work freelance gigs online, and get paid through direct deposit. You order your groceries online through a delivery service, and once the delivery person has deposited the bags outside your door, you collect them. You even pay your rent and other bills on the internet. Your mail gets delivered through a slot in the door.
You didn’t plan to find yourself secluded like this. You look around your tiny studio apartment. Your full-size bed, with the flannel sheets and the fluffy comforter is a mess, and you know you’ve spent more time there than you should have recently, fighting off the depression that’s been swamping you. It makes it hard to get up. Hard to shower. Hard to care.
I should go out and get something, you tell yourself. Maybe a coffee, and a donut, and I can speak to other people. It would be good for me, you think.
Keep reading
Famine’s Lament (Epilogue)
Rating: Orange
Content: Depression, Anxiety, Touch Starvation, Death, Loneliness
Characters: Female Human/Famine (as in one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse)
Words: 803
She couldn’t see you anymore, but she kept coming to the cafe. At first, she always came alone, but eventually she came with a friend. They frequented the cafe at least twice a week. After a while, she’d come in with a group of people. They’d laugh and talk about lots of things.
Every once in awhile, though, she’d look up and stare around the cafe, as if looking for you, but would return to her conversation after a few seconds.
You could reveal yourself to her; you did have that power, but you never did. It took effort to make yourself corporeal to mortals. Anyhow, you were not good for her, you knew that. She had called you kind, and you had told her kindness was easy when it didn’t matter, but you were lying, of course. It had mattered rather a lot to you. You were Famine. Famine is many things. Kind was not one of those things.
People didn’t see you unless they were starving, when you had decimated their crops and killed their livestock, and you stood above them, watching them wallow in their despair. It gave you no pleasure, but it was necessary sometimes. Necessary to control populations, to punish the wicked for their misdeeds. Needless to say, you weren’t good for her, or anyone.
When you first met her, you were confused at first, but you realized quickly what her affliction was. It was the same as yours, the longing for touch. Being invisible to mortals had afforded you few joys. When you made the offer, it was purely for your own benefit. It was just a bonus that she got something out of it, too.
When she had fallen asleep after, you’d meant to leave right away, but for some reason you stayed to watch her sleep, holding her in your arms. It was nearly dawn when you finally left. From then on, you thought of her often but you never tried to interact with her again. It made you happy that she had made friends. She had even started dating. She was seeing a doctor, taking medication. She looked healthier. And it made you happy.
Eventually, years later, she married and moved away. You were pleased that she was doing well, but her absence left a hollow in your life. You went on as you always had, but you still thought of her.
Some time passed, and Death came to your small cafe out of courtesy. She had died. It was peaceful; she had died in her sleep. She was quite old now. Death told you where the funeral was going to be held, and you went.
The church was full of people, packed to the rafters, of people who loved her. Since no one could see you and you passed right through them, you went right to her casket as her spouse gave her eulogy. Standing and looking down at her, she was indeed rather old, but that made you happy. She’d lived a long, happy life. She had struggled, but she never gave up, and her perseverance was evident in the grief of the many people she’d left behind.
You reached into the casket and stroked her cheek, bending to kiss her forehead. Sighing and turning, you saw Death standing in the doorway, beckoning you outside. You followed them.
There, out in the courtyard, she stood, wearing the dress she wore in the casket. But instead of an old, decrepit woman, a vision of the young lady you had met and spent a life-changing night with stood there. She smiled ear to ear when she saw you and ran into your arms.
In shock, you gathered her up and kissed her face. Death smiled and told you that you owed them a favor.
She whispered thank you into your ear over and over, holding you close, just as warm as the last time you held her. She couldn’t stay long; it was her time to move on, but she wanted to tell you how much that one night had helped her change. It didn’t fix everything, of course, but it gave her the push to find ways of living better. She didn’t know how long she could have kept going otherwise.
She kissed you, long and sweet, and told you she’d be waiting for you.
“It’s only forever,” She said, quoting her favorite movie. “It’s not long at all.”
You wanted to cry, but you were unable to, so you laughed instead. You told her you were eagerly awaiting the end of the world, if only to see her again. She was also no longer able to shed tears, so she laughed with you.
A golden door appeared, and Death ushered her toward it. With a parting kiss and a wave, she was gone.

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