Saw this question somewhere else and thought it would be interesting to ask here. I think twilight sparkle and Lisa (genshin) would have great platonic chemistry.
Mario wakes up thinking about his mom
Then he sees a cat and says: "wow athat alooks alike my moma I was just thinking about her".
Then his husband calls him from the kitchen: "MARIO WAKE UP!!!! I JUST GAVE BIRTH TO OUR CHILD"
Then Mario come and says: adear are you okay?
He replied: ima fine it's just been aso arough with you lately.
Then Mario ate some apizza: mama mia! That’s aso delicious!
Then Mario say: " Luigi are you ok?"
Luigi replies: "im your father, mother, brother, sister,
"and I cheated on you and im transgender"
"With who?" Mario replies
" with your brother waluigi"
Then Luigi removes his costume and reveal his true self WALUIGI!!!
"I cheated on you with me…." It said
then Mario removes it costume and reveal his TRUE TRUE TRUE self…
*flashback to Mario removing his costume*
"that ok dear… ehem ehem" *Mario die for a minute* *then wakes up and sees his husband, father, mother, brother, sister kissing itself
Story teller: "what the moral we learned kids?
"it's ok to hit your dog"
I wrote this in 5/6th grade with my friend
Then he sees a cat and says: "wow athat alooks alike my moma I was just thinking about her".
Then his husband calls him from the kitchen: "MARIO WAKE UP!!!! I JUST GAVE BIRTH TO OUR CHILD"
Then Mario come and says: adear are you okay?
He replied: ima fine it's just been aso arough with you lately.
Then Mario ate some apizza: mama mia! That’s aso delicious!
Then Mario say: " Luigi are you ok?"
Luigi replies: "im your father, mother, brother, sister,
"and I cheated on you and im transgender"
"With who?" Mario replies
" with your brother waluigi"
Then Luigi removes his costume and reveal his true self WALUIGI!!!
"I cheated on you with me…." It said
then Mario removes it costume and reveal his TRUE TRUE TRUE self…
*flashback to Mario removing his costume*
"that ok dear… ehem ehem" *Mario die for a minute* *then wakes up and sees his husband, father, mother, brother, sister kissing itself
Story teller: "what the moral we learned kids?
"it's ok to hit your dog"
I wrote this in 5/6th grade with my friend
*Bzzz * *Bzzzz*
Hearing the sound of the buzzing alarm, Squidward mildly set if off and get up from his bed feeling refreshed. He woke up today earlier than his usual routine, pleading to avoid the annoying alarm clock of the yellow sponge next his house.
Remembering that annoying sponge,he once again took a deep breath and recited "Happy Thoughts, Happy thoughts" not wishing to remember the bastard who makes his life in Bikini bottom hell.
Anyhow, today is his day off. Meaning he's free from that Greedy cheap ass old crabs who does nothing but boss him around. Which also means he can finally do what he wants all day peacefully....
*ding* *dong*
"Squidward, are you here? BHAHAHA I know youre there, open the door"
*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*
Or maybe not....
He sighed in annoyance, the previously bright eyes turning gloomier and gloomier as seconds pass by thinking ' Here we go again...'
He rushed towards the door, opened it and before Spongebob could utter any more words,he roared out loud in front of his face saying "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!".
Squidward then slammed his door closed as powerful as he can wanting no more interaction with his annoying childish neighbor.
"Time to take a bath" he declared, but as he turn his head around he found Spongebob grinning staring at him.
"Oh Hi Squidward"
He doesnt want to argue any longer, he just stared at him blankly and went his way to pick up Spongebob and throw him outside his house.
Squidward then proceeded to take a bath, in a defense matter. Thinking that yellow sponge will show up any moment since he doesnt know the meaning of privacy.
However, squidward finished his bath in a swift manner without disturbance surprisingly.
After dressing up, he thought of proceeding in his art room and paint to relax. But with his surprise, Spongebob is there staring at the roughly 500 self portrait paintings posted in the ceiling.
He run towards spongebob in a sinister matter, glaring at him as if he was to rip him off to pieces and questioned "Did you touch any of my masterpieces??!!!"
"Of course not Squidward HAHAHA" he hurriedly replied
"Dont you dare touch anything in here"
* pokes Squidward's shoulder*
"Is this counted?" Spongebob asked innocently
"Leave"
"But why?"
"JUST LEAVEEEE"
Squidward once again picked up Spongebob, about to throw him out of the window out of annoyance yet spongebob interrupted him.
"Oh but can I say something Squidward? "Whatever, go on"
" I think those paintings are beautiful, I cant help staring at them ever since you invited me in your house earlier"
Squidward put him down and asked with gloaming eyes "You think so?" Before switching and asked "When did I invite you??!!!"
"Yes, but why do you only draw self portrait?"
" Because nothing interests me beside myself, who is the optimum of perfecton" Squidward proclaimed as if he was on the top of the world
"Then what if I interest you?" asked Spongebob.
".... Impossible"
"Oops, I forgot i have a schedule with Mr krabs, I gotta go and im not squiding with you BHAHHAHAHA get it? "
"Yeah yeah sure, go leave"
"Okay, bye squidward"
"Yeah bye"
"Okay, bye squidward"
"..."
"Okay, bye squidward"
"...."
"Okay, bye squidward"
"WONT YOU SHUT IT ALREADY AND LEAVE??!!"
"Okay, bye squidward"
( after some time)
"Haah,finally that bastard is gone"
He then look over to the empty canvas placed in his painting easel being reflected by the sunlight.
"Maybe i should try drawing other people beside myself after all...."
He grinned slightly , and went his way to take a seat and paint.
Yes , there is no bdsm, no weird sht , no cum, no horny. im sorry for your expectations but I felt like writing a normal fanfic one.
Hearing the sound of the buzzing alarm, Squidward mildly set if off and get up from his bed feeling refreshed. He woke up today earlier than his usual routine, pleading to avoid the annoying alarm clock of the yellow sponge next his house.
Remembering that annoying sponge,he once again took a deep breath and recited "Happy Thoughts, Happy thoughts" not wishing to remember the bastard who makes his life in Bikini bottom hell.
Anyhow, today is his day off. Meaning he's free from that Greedy cheap ass old crabs who does nothing but boss him around. Which also means he can finally do what he wants all day peacefully....
*ding* *dong*
"Squidward, are you here? BHAHAHA I know youre there, open the door"
*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*
Or maybe not....
He sighed in annoyance, the previously bright eyes turning gloomier and gloomier as seconds pass by thinking ' Here we go again...'
He rushed towards the door, opened it and before Spongebob could utter any more words,he roared out loud in front of his face saying "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!".
Squidward then slammed his door closed as powerful as he can wanting no more interaction with his annoying childish neighbor.
"Time to take a bath" he declared, but as he turn his head around he found Spongebob grinning staring at him.
"Oh Hi Squidward"
He doesnt want to argue any longer, he just stared at him blankly and went his way to pick up Spongebob and throw him outside his house.
Squidward then proceeded to take a bath, in a defense matter. Thinking that yellow sponge will show up any moment since he doesnt know the meaning of privacy.
However, squidward finished his bath in a swift manner without disturbance surprisingly.
After dressing up, he thought of proceeding in his art room and paint to relax. But with his surprise, Spongebob is there staring at the roughly 500 self portrait paintings posted in the ceiling.
He run towards spongebob in a sinister matter, glaring at him as if he was to rip him off to pieces and questioned "Did you touch any of my masterpieces??!!!"
"Of course not Squidward HAHAHA" he hurriedly replied
"Dont you dare touch anything in here"
* pokes Squidward's shoulder*
"Is this counted?" Spongebob asked innocently
"Leave"
"But why?"
"JUST LEAVEEEE"
Squidward once again picked up Spongebob, about to throw him out of the window out of annoyance yet spongebob interrupted him.
"Oh but can I say something Squidward? "Whatever, go on"
" I think those paintings are beautiful, I cant help staring at them ever since you invited me in your house earlier"
Squidward put him down and asked with gloaming eyes "You think so?" Before switching and asked "When did I invite you??!!!"
"Yes, but why do you only draw self portrait?"
" Because nothing interests me beside myself, who is the optimum of perfecton" Squidward proclaimed as if he was on the top of the world
"Then what if I interest you?" asked Spongebob.
".... Impossible"
"Oops, I forgot i have a schedule with Mr krabs, I gotta go and im not squiding with you BHAHHAHAHA get it? "
"Yeah yeah sure, go leave"
"Okay, bye squidward"
"Yeah bye"
"Okay, bye squidward"
"..."
"Okay, bye squidward"
"...."
"Okay, bye squidward"
"WONT YOU SHUT IT ALREADY AND LEAVE??!!"
"Okay, bye squidward"
( after some time)
"Haah,finally that bastard is gone"
He then look over to the empty canvas placed in his painting easel being reflected by the sunlight.
"Maybe i should try drawing other people beside myself after all...."
He grinned slightly , and went his way to take a seat and paint.
Yes , there is no bdsm, no weird sht , no cum, no horny. im sorry for your expectations but I felt like writing a normal fanfic one.
“J-joe, I can explain”
Biden was angry. He could not let Donald see people other than him. He was possessive.
“No, Donald. You know we already talked about this”
Their relationship was not yet official, but they knew about each other’s feelings. They knew they were meant to be.
“Joe....”
“Shut your pretty mouth, Donald. You know we were-“
Joe was interrupted by his lover
“Meant to be?”
Joe looked at Donald, looking the happiest he’s ever been.
“Y-you feel the same? All this time?”
“Yes, Joe, I’ve loved you ever since the election...”
“Donald....”
Joe pulled his now official lover into a deep, passionate, loving kiss, Trump, embarrassed about getting hard only because of a kiss, was comforted by Joe.
“Don’t worry, I did the same...”
Joe took out his large, throbbing cock, and rubbed it a few times before he took of Trumps pants, positioning his mega large cock into his gaping hole.
“You played with yourself, didn’t you? I’m slipping in so easily.”
Trump was embarrassed, he did, in fact, play with himself before meeting Biden. But none was said. Joe started to slip in and out, the pace becoming faster as time went by.
“J-Joe! I-I’m going to-!”
“Let’s come together, darling...”
They came, and they lived happily ever after.
Biden was angry. He could not let Donald see people other than him. He was possessive.
“No, Donald. You know we already talked about this”
Their relationship was not yet official, but they knew about each other’s feelings. They knew they were meant to be.
“Joe....”
“Shut your pretty mouth, Donald. You know we were-“
Joe was interrupted by his lover
“Meant to be?”
Joe looked at Donald, looking the happiest he’s ever been.
“Y-you feel the same? All this time?”
“Yes, Joe, I’ve loved you ever since the election...”
“Donald....”
Joe pulled his now official lover into a deep, passionate, loving kiss, Trump, embarrassed about getting hard only because of a kiss, was comforted by Joe.
“Don’t worry, I did the same...”
Joe took out his large, throbbing cock, and rubbed it a few times before he took of Trumps pants, positioning his mega large cock into his gaping hole.
“You played with yourself, didn’t you? I’m slipping in so easily.”
Trump was embarrassed, he did, in fact, play with himself before meeting Biden. But none was said. Joe started to slip in and out, the pace becoming faster as time went by.
“J-Joe! I-I’m going to-!”
“Let’s come together, darling...”
They came, and they lived happily ever after.
the street lamps dimly reflected upon the cobblestone walkway as the rainfall noisily poured and made it’s existence known. it’s bliss and burden, laughter and sorrow, tragedy and narrative were collectively vulnerable as it fell unfalteringly from the dreary cloud-filled evening autumn sky. it was as if it had a story to tell, one with an undeniable sense of boundless sorrow and a touch of gentle obscurity.
though you had an umbrella over your head, you felt as if the thick woeful spirit of your surroundings were actively trying to surround you and pull you under, drowning you soundlessly and seeping deep into your very bones without letting you let out even a single cry. feeling anxious, you tighten your grip on the handle of your umbrella and quicken your steps.
as you approached your apartment, you looked up and couldn’t help but slowly come to a stop as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in your walkway. he was drenched and without an umbrella, and had obviously been waiting for awhile. they see you and their face immediately lights up. you can’t help the tremble that pulls waveringly as your heart.
you open your mouth and your voice quivers. “barry...?”
barry b. benson. he was the last bee you wanted to see right now. against your will, however, all the feelings you had for him that had been hid away now crashed back to you in waves, as if a dam had been broken and had no way of being repaired.
barry’s antennae quaked at the sound of your voice. “...y/n.” his eyes flicker over you from top to bottom, and inexplicably you feel your body heat up under his state. he speaks again, coughing awkwardly. “you look good.”
hearing that you look down at the ground, thinking that if he suddenly saw the look in your eyes, you’d have no way of explaining the emotions that shouldn’t have been there any more. “why are you here?”
“y/n... i-i wanted to apologize. i know i don’t deserve to say this, but i can’t get rid of my feelings for you. i’ve never been able to.” he lets out a stiff laugh to cover up the silence you give him in response. “i don’t need you to feel the same, i just—”
“what about adam?” you interrupt him, finally meeting his gaze. your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re squeezing the umbrella handle, but you don’t seem to notice.
he looks gloomy at this question. “i don’t think i ever really loved him. no, that’s wrong. i definitely never loved him. i just— y/n, i was wrong.” his voice fades into a whisper. “i was wrong. i’m sorry.”
this time, you’re silent for a long time. barry seemed ready to open his mouth again, but you stopped him, shifting awkwardly under your umbrella. “...it’s cold out here in the rain. let’s go in and.. help each other warm up.”
hearing this, a beast-like fire emitted from barry’s gaze, like a quenched man who had finally seen water. he hungrily takes in your image at this moment, as if wanting to sear it into his memory for an eternity.
he swallows, his voice coming out increasingly husky.
“okay.”
though you had an umbrella over your head, you felt as if the thick woeful spirit of your surroundings were actively trying to surround you and pull you under, drowning you soundlessly and seeping deep into your very bones without letting you let out even a single cry. feeling anxious, you tighten your grip on the handle of your umbrella and quicken your steps.
as you approached your apartment, you looked up and couldn’t help but slowly come to a stop as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in your walkway. he was drenched and without an umbrella, and had obviously been waiting for awhile. they see you and their face immediately lights up. you can’t help the tremble that pulls waveringly as your heart.
you open your mouth and your voice quivers. “barry...?”
barry b. benson. he was the last bee you wanted to see right now. against your will, however, all the feelings you had for him that had been hid away now crashed back to you in waves, as if a dam had been broken and had no way of being repaired.
barry’s antennae quaked at the sound of your voice. “...y/n.” his eyes flicker over you from top to bottom, and inexplicably you feel your body heat up under his state. he speaks again, coughing awkwardly. “you look good.”
hearing that you look down at the ground, thinking that if he suddenly saw the look in your eyes, you’d have no way of explaining the emotions that shouldn’t have been there any more. “why are you here?”
“y/n... i-i wanted to apologize. i know i don’t deserve to say this, but i can’t get rid of my feelings for you. i’ve never been able to.” he lets out a stiff laugh to cover up the silence you give him in response. “i don’t need you to feel the same, i just—”
“what about adam?” you interrupt him, finally meeting his gaze. your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re squeezing the umbrella handle, but you don’t seem to notice.
he looks gloomy at this question. “i don’t think i ever really loved him. no, that’s wrong. i definitely never loved him. i just— y/n, i was wrong.” his voice fades into a whisper. “i was wrong. i’m sorry.”
this time, you’re silent for a long time. barry seemed ready to open his mouth again, but you stopped him, shifting awkwardly under your umbrella. “...it’s cold out here in the rain. let’s go in and.. help each other warm up.”
hearing this, a beast-like fire emitted from barry’s gaze, like a quenched man who had finally seen water. he hungrily takes in your image at this moment, as if wanting to sear it into his memory for an eternity.
he swallows, his voice coming out increasingly husky.
“okay.”
you attempt arson on a playmobil shop after one of their staff members told you that Lego Santa wasn't real but then all of a sudden you see your long lost lover sonic inside
What do you do?
What do you do?
He hugged you tightly as he hears your sniffles, he softly rubs your back .he then ask you to look at him, as he look into your face he couldn't help but kiss your soft lips, after a while he then says this to you
"I know it's hard, but you have to go through this for me and you, it hurts me seeing you cry, take care of yourself more and please accept the fact that im don't exist in your life y/n"
"I know it's hard, but you have to go through this for me and you, it hurts me seeing you cry, take care of yourself more and please accept the fact that im don't exist in your life y/n"
Gimmie some nostalgia.
When I was a kid my mom would passive aggressively sing “Jar of Hearts” when she was mad at my stepdad and it was golden
When I was a kid my mom would passive aggressively sing “Jar of Hearts” when she was mad at my stepdad and it was golden
Chile_anyways is literally such a fucking trdegy lik. I hate them so much heir rud and theu haev no write to eb the filing sum. I hete dem so umch
A stranger comes in your home and says that his dad and your mom are going to get married. You have no way how to confirm that and you stupidly let him in and you just go and study. He comes in your room and just sits on your bed like it's his. And him being a creep he asks "How are babies made?". You push him back and he slams you on your bed and starts kissing you and jerks you off. What would u do?
This is a real plot in a manga -_-
This is a real plot in a manga -_-
I (mega hot super smexy guy captain of the football team) see you (shy nerdy girl but actually rlly cute and has no reason to be bullied) in my sister’s room cuz you are best friends.
Me: “Are you lost baby gorl”
You:
(post what you would say)
Me: “Are you lost baby gorl”
You:
(post what you would say)
