#ANYwho-

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

first drawing on metibang.... im not a fan

[xxlady-lunaxx]

original/ref under the cut;;

[canideadmeow]

starting a book to escape reality -> abandoning the book to escape the fictional choices

[succumbed-to-peaches]

Hello, Hello! Time for an ▀▄▀▄ Intro ▄▀▄▀

-: ✧ :- I'm Mortem, Nice to meet you

-: ✧ :- Here I will post small snippets of fanfics I write

-: ✧ :- While I will primarily do Fan fiction in the Gravity Falls fandom, I will dabble in other fandoms as well

-: ✧ :- The full versions of them will be up on my Ao3 acc: Mr_D34dlyxP34ch

-: ✧ :- Feel free to send in asks about fic ideas/requests, or just your thoughts and opinions :3

Have a lovely night, have a wonderful day you maggots!

- M.

[sketchy-tour]

Isjfjsjdn Showed someone who plays pool my art of Beta playing and was immediately schooled on other ways to hold a pool cue and what techniques are better and how to do a break

Picture me nodding along as if I wasn't ONLY going to use this knowledge for nothing but silly art.

[spookitordukeit]

Kyanos-

Deep, blue, abyss, consuming, cold, danger, slow, watching, slinking, confident, chasm, excited, thrill, laugh, grip, taunt, play, prowl, straight, coo, obsess, arctic, alone, ploy, smile. The slow dilation of a predators eyes. The black overtaking the iris and leaving only the barest of whites. The stop of a heart as you see the peaking of eyes from behind a tree when you thought you were alone.

Rust-

Smothering, following, stalking, watching, heat, corrosion, mind, latched, insistent, pursuit, slow, drawl, easy, false, games, leading, unconcern, tease, questions, lure, trade, assurance, sweet poison. An orange Spotlight that cuts through the darkness. Never leaving you no matter how far or how fast you run. Keeping you perfectly within the circle of its beam. Wind whipping past as you run in the dark.

Vinum-

Calculate, silent, observe, at length, tracing, iron, click-clack, sharp, time, hmm, intellect, question, keep, possess, tired, age, restraint, hush, obey, wait, watch, obliterate, whisper, wrapped around, manipulate, shift, change, favor. Tilting of the head. The slow curl of an open hand around a throat. The oppressive thrum of red that fills your mind.

Kopi-

Quiet, seeing, notes, grip, sealed, kept, gold, skcret-skr, slouch, glow, pillow, heartbeat, static, silent, safe, hidden, sigh, gloves, humming, soft, closed, loose, flowing. Stillness in the swaying field of yellow grass. A figure standing against the light of the setting sun. A sighing body curled atop a pile of pillows in the quiet of a dark room.

Black-

Gruff, teeth, dark-water, black-ice, sharp, crossed, hmpf, bared, tension, metal, rend, trap, protected, folded, pressed, thought, disinterest, bulk, winter, dreary, narrowed, rapids, quick, snap. Standing in an open field under a rolling storm, sky tinged blue-gray as the thick rolling clouds rumble above. Feeling the vibration in your chest with hands clenched into fists at your sides.

Grim-

Quiet, stalk, watch, slouch, silent, chase, behind, hum, knowing, wrapped, keep, no escaping, shh, learn, curiosity, intriguing, lead, trap, nudge, encourage. The reluctance of accepting a caged warmth within the dangers of a blizzard. The trembling of a mechanism taken apart only to be gently put back together. The soft whisper of a voice that leads you down the winding path even when it ends death.

Edge-

Straight, wish, frown, away, tall, stood, firm, snap, sharp, drag, collar, mine, leave, brace, chill, provide, whip, tapping, rhythm, impress, point, claw, press, heat, suffocate, tension, rip, imposing, gravity, silent, lean, scrutiny, loyal, hate, begrudge, kneel. A tight coil with the threat of springing, held in place by an invisible hand. Sweet words hissed with desperation at a rabbit gripped too tight within a palm.

Red-

Snark, defy, anger, boil, burst, goad, trick, lead, downfall, hostility, rage, hot, blind, heavy, pin, suppress, growl, smother, slow burning, huff, animal, sharp, satisfaction, grin, death, bloody, release, hurt, heel, command. The explosion of a match lit knowingly and tossed into the invisible killer if a gas leak. The grinning of bared teeth of an animal willingly muzzled, seconds from being let loose.

[painsandconfusion]

Die Here

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-four

(tw: death mention, murder mention, captivity, manhandling, intimate whumper, burning)

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Anna’s eyes didn’t even meet Nate’s this time when he came into her room, giving her her cheery greeting and a ruffle of the hair. She zoned out as he talked, chattering on about some random teen driver who cut him off on the highway. 

“..I’m going to die here..aren’t I.” The words were hollow and distant. She wasn’t even sure she’d said them aloud until Nate stopped his rambling, head tilting waaaaaayyy down to meet her gaze - half bent over at that point. 

“Like here…specifically? On your bed? In this room? In the house?” His hand caught under her chin, tempting it upward. Trying to get her to look at him. 

She let her eyes close as her head lifted. 

“..this house - you’re going to kill me.”

Nate hummed in thought. “I mean, not necessarily. Now, I think today we should try out some stuff with fire. Doesn’t that sounds fun~?” 

Anna felt the corners of her mouth pinch at a frown. “..wh at-?”

Nate shrugged, letting go of her. “Fire. Well, not fire, fire, but heat, anyway. Br-”

“No,” she dared to interrupt. “Wh-at..do you mean. I ..I might not die here-??” Fully looking up at him now as her voice cleared from the fog. A small flicker of desperation behind her eyes.

Nate sighed, evidently resolving to entertain this conversation before he got to move on. “I mean, never say never, right?”

“..you’ve..done this before though….right-?”

Brow raise. “Mhm-?”

Anna’s fingers picked and scraped at the hem of her pants, fraying the fabric into simple threads one tug at a time. “..I…so..they’re dead..right-? The ones who were here before?”

Nate’s eyes narrowed. Not in anger. More like..amusement? Focus? Like she were a particularly interesting puzzle he was trying to solve. “You’ve met Ethan.”

Blink. “..who?”

“Ethan. The tall, pissy guy. At the bunker.”

Anna’s eyes flicked toward the ceiling - toward the first floor. “..that man is..he’s here, right-?”

“Yeah, he stays here.”

“..he was..and he was like me…? Before-?”

“Mhm~ Stayed in this room, even.”

Anna’s mind was starting to reel a little. Eyes flicking toward the door. 

Ethan was a prisoner here, too. Why didn’t she see that before???

“..why is he alive?” That sounded blunt. But she’s being forward right now, and Nate doesn’t seem to have..punishments for things like that-? He’s going to hurt her anyway. 

A small flicker of pride ignited in her chest. That’s..that’s progress - that’s better. Better than how she was with Redd. She’s feeling more herself lately, and that’s a good th-

“Y’know, lungs breathe, heart pumps blood: all that good stuff.”

..okay, so evidently not blunt enough. 

Trying that again. 

“Why haven’t you killed him?” Holding his eyes. No sliding away. C’mon, Anna - it’s just eye contact, you can do this.

Nate’s eyes sparkled back into hers. She could see the gears turning. Not just one or two. A whole fucking network of intricate, brass cogs, bolts, and planks. All turning and whirring like the guts of an ornate pocketwatch.

He leaned forward just a touch to speak after several long seconds of silence. 

“Cotton or nylon for the ropes?”

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[gayashawol]

i was going to do cute fluffy black imagines (with the doing your hair, admiring your african outfit and blah blah blah) but i think i’ll let @xotaemintol do all the work.

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

Everybody say “happy birthday Ray!!!”

[aquateenpatrolsomethingshowshow]

on september 22nd, 2013, the “aqua tv show show” episode, “skins”, aired for the first time on [adult swim]

this episode has guest appearances by josh warren, thomas decoud, mary kraft, t.m. levin, and rob kutner

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

I’m chatting with a friend over some cookies-and-cream flavored Pocky sticks when a crumb drops onto their leg. They pick it up and eat it anyway, mumbling about how it always happens. I agree, saying it’s kind of annoying, because I have to sit there and debate whether it’s socially acceptable for me to pick the crumb off my leg and eat it or if I’ll look like a disgusting freak to any onlookers. Then they give me this kinda weird look, one I know really well — scrunched eyes, furrowed brows, a nose tipped in confusion. The kind that says, there’s a person out here who thinks like that?

“So? Who cares?” They shrug. 

I think about that more than I should, to be honest. Maybe I’m overanalyzing, but in that moment where they were questioning me — questioning why anyone would be so hyper-vigilant about such a trivial thing — I… just think I happened to realize. Fuck, that’s not normal. And the more I look back and move on with life, the more I notice it. The panic that sets in when I’m in public and drop something by accident. The constant anticipation of waiting for someone to make a snide comment when I slip up — and the eerie feeling in my throat when nobody does. It’s almost like no one actually cares. Almost. Did you really think I’d believe that fully? Don’t get ahead of yourself; I’m not that mentally stable.  

It’s fucking strange. I could be dabbing up a bit of water in the kitchen and right as I head to the garbage can, I pause. Grandma used to lose her shit if I ruined a perfectly good paper towel — and, by her definition, this was still clean because it was just a couple drops of water. How could I be so wasteful? Do resources not mean anything to me? Am I so unconcerned with the finiteness of the universe?

Anyone else would turn their nose up in disgust if I just left the paper towel there, right? Even if it was just a smidge of water, it was still wet and slimy and gross and no good to keep around. I’ve stared at the garbage can for several seconds now, almost half a minute, and the kitchen’s gone quiet. Wait, no — the kitchen’s been quiet, actually. There’s nobody here except for me. Whatever I do, who’s going to give a shit? Certainly not the couch or dish rack. The feeling doesn’t relieve me though. Without anyone to judge me, to dictate what I do to every single last second… I feel a little too free. A little too lost. Even though that’s what I’ve wanted to be — free, from judgement, from people’s constant nitpicking that had worked its way like needles into the flesh of my brain — it doesn’t feel right. 

I forget what I do with the paper towel and go on with my day. Next thing I know, I take three seconds too long to find a cup lid, or a pair of scissors, or I fumble with a dice as it slips between my fingertips. The embarrassment is stronger than usual, but it fades now that no one is here to judge. The fading isn’t any better, because it leaves me with this sense of emptiness and tension that holds taut like a string wrapped around something twice its size. 

I wonder if I should tell all this to my friend. The tension, the knee-jerk reactions, the constant worries of what the imaginary people in my head and in my room will say. And I think I already know how they’ll reply if I do tell them. They won’t say it in bad faith or malice, but just… concern. No judgement, for once, just concern. 

“Dude, I think you might have a problem.”

[askthebeetlebois]

What do you think of Adam and Barbara, Beetlejuice?

Beetlejuice: Ya know, they really ain't too bad! Beetlejuice: Babs idn't too bad, is a lit'le head strong Beetlejuice: And Adam is one FINE piece 'a ass- Adam: BEEJ! Beetlejuice: AND I MEAN EVERY WORD CAKEY

[everybodyshusband]

i don't even like spit either! but at the same time if he offered to spit in my mouth i would willingly let him do it 100%

📸

caught in 4k buddy...

(but like.... same?!)

[godessofbucky]

I posted 2,540 times in 2022

That's 2,044 more posts than 2021!

137 posts created (5%)

2,403 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dejwrites

@afriendlyblackhottie

@gabbaray

@metalheadsforblacklivesmatter

@cancerian-woman

I tagged 602 of my posts in 2022

#lmao - 14 posts

#legacies - 9 posts

#first kill - 7 posts

#jujustu kaisen - 6 posts

#uquiz - 5 posts

#aries - 4 posts

#iran - 4 posts

#mahsa amini - 4 posts

#criminal minds - 4 posts

#iranian government - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:couldn't do this because i had no wifi and i also was told that i would get a whooping if i participated in any witchcraft

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

questions 1 and 47 for the ask game

Omg, thank you for asking!

Who is your comfort character?

Probably Hange for AOT or literally any character I find interesting because I continuously switch!

47. What is the last message you sent?

I was texting my dear mother and I was trying to tell her that I meant to say "Np" and said "No" so, there ya go!

Hopefully you enjoyed my answers!

9 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#4

Kakegurui Moodboards

Yumeko Jabami

Mary Saotome

See the full post

10 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!

11 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#2

This is a reminder to detangle that black girl hair

Drink some water

Eat REAL and HEALTHY food

Self love and self care

Take a break

Take a shower (We all miss a day or two sometimes)

Do that one thing you've been meaning to do

Brush your teeth

Take all of those dishes out of your room sweetie, an ecosystem is growing and I'm afraid its the bad kind. Its affecting your mental state sweetheart.

22 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi, can u do gojo x black reader smut?

This is my first anime related writing so, eeek! Gonna try to do what dej does, lmao.A bit of a self insert, my bad.Minors: DO NOT INTERACT!

Slapping sounds echoed off the wall as moans were forming in your throat, along with words your tired so desperately to speak but none were coming up as you were constantly being pounded into by the man under you; who could still muster up that damn smile while you unraveled above him.

He was mocking you and you know it.

It really was your fault after all, if you just shut your mouth up and got to know him better or hadn't spoke about him at all, neither of you would be in this situation.

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

"𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘴 ��𝘱.

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺." 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺,𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘰..." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴.

He was curious about anything else you had to say, seeing as how you ended up in this position.

"Why you so quiet, huh?" Gojo asked, whispering in your ear.

"Speak up, you were talking about me earlier and now you can't even tell me to my face? That isn't like you." He said smiling as he watched you gather up any words to speak as tears glistened your cheek in frustration.

"You...already...heard what I said." You whined as another wave of pleasure had you on the edge of your damn mind.

"I wanna hear come from, tell me, why you hate me so much, hm?" He said in your face. He went quicker this time, wondering if you could speak with his cock going in and out of your damn organs. You could hear his grunting getting louder as he buried his face in your neck, he was so fucking close.

He grabbed your face and made you open your eyes to look at him, toes curling at the action as embarrassment flooded your body. He slowed, but not losing pace as he saw your lips pouting.

"Go ahead, look at.me and tell me all the things you hate about me." He said huskily with clouded eyes looking into yours as your face drew closer to his in exhaustion. Sitting up, you looked him in the eyes and moved your hips along his, not really wanting this to stop either way.

"I-I hate the way you walk around like rules don't apply to you,𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 " You said looking down at him teary eyed.

He was getting to you.

He went slightly faster as you held him closer. He kissed up your neck while you rambled, just meaningless words spilling from your mouth as you spiraled into the pleasure he was giving you. His vision was getting blurry as the muscles in his thighs tightened. The way your hips was slapping against was beginning to be unbearable, the moaning in his ears and your flustered fidgiting was just too much.

Faces mere centimeters apart and legs spread open while he grasped you for dear life with his hands under your shirt, practically welding his body into yours as you were so close but so damn far.

"I need you to go faster, please..." You whispered in his ear (which drove him crazy, there wasn't much he could do. He was rutting up as much as he could while you choked on your moans which turned into desperate whimpers. He grabbed the back of your head and closed the space between, lips grazing each other.

"Shit." He he said in a mere whisper as you were constantly milking him for everything he was worth, muffling your screams in his shoulder as you climaxed to your breaking point, not thinking straight you clutch around him desperately before he could lift you off of him as he came inside of you you with a long, breathy moan. He laid back in the chair while your head rested upon his chest as he caught his breath.

He sat up slowly while holding you against him, 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱. He grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look him as he stared into your glossy eyes, thumb swiping across you bottom lip as it was your mouth that got them into this.

"You should talk more."

@sintiva @dejwrites

I hope you liked it!

72 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

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[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery