#TW: E Y E S

[salems3v3rwatching3y3s]

don't know what we're doing still but hii

we might post, we might not - >-

the corpse - that's what we call the body - is 18+ but please no NSFW, specifically sexual/nudity when interacting with us. basic DNI.

all of us are somewhere under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella in some way, and besides being a system we have also been diagnosed with autism, ADHD, anxiety, depression, and C-PTSD - and probably something else I'm forgetting rn.

if you need a name to refer to us by - if you don't know who was talking -, Salem works // base pronouns you can refer to us by is void/they/fate/omen

we are gonna note eyes are going to be a common theme for us so if that bothers you probably don't interact

eyes are a way we express our overwhelming feelings

feel free to ask us questions, if we're comfortable we'll answer

uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk what else- qwq

[tanziessuicide]

thinking abt this one constantly

[maximura]

[askfordoodles]

"Darkest Timeline Nigel", evil alternate of my OC I felt like making.

Basically what Nigel would become if he finally snapped and killed Cortex and Tropy in the mindscape...

There's a lot more context/story, but tbh it just gets progressively more effed up, so let's leave it at that 🙃

[deus-ex-mona]

5am thoughts about how asuna is the same age as the gen 2 cast…

[expolikestoart]

@anaroceitweek

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

i'm not actually sad, i'm just shocked. i can't remember what terrible things he did, but i literally have no idea what to think of a man who was part of the biggest boyband over a decade ago but is now in fact dead at 31

[a-ikuoliver]

butch supremacy

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ hold still. this might sting a little. / michael @ rory! ❞

He shouldn't have liked this so much—sitting in front of Michael, a hand tilting his face while his best friend tended to his wounds. Another fight, of course. Rory was all scrapes, scratches, and bloody nose. He had grinned at Michael afterwards like there wasn't blood seeping into the spaces between his teeth, a dull throb starting in the bridge of his nose and radiating outward. ( Lucky the bastard hadn't broken his nose again. ) He liked the contact, never accustomed to gentleness and ever giddy to get it from Mike Afton of all people. The pain was worth it, both for Michael's concern and for the ( additional ) time alone. Rory wasn't gentle, with a harsh tongue and near-permanently bruised knuckles. But here, with just Michael, he let his guard down too. Once upon a time his gaze would have bounced around, avoiding Michael's eyes in favor of the poster on the wall or the clothes hamper. Now, he studied Mike's face. He pressed his cheek further into Mike's palm, the warm contact more effective at soothing than any balm. Subconscious. His face warmed once he'd realized he'd done it. He didn't move, however. ( Why should he? It wasn't like it was weird or anything. )

"I'm used to it." He mumbled, the sting of wet cotton pressed to a thin cut only drawing a faint wince from him. A beat of silence. He watched Mike, taking in every flicker of emotion, distinctly aware of the thrum of his own heart behind his ribs. Why did this always make him feel so nervous? Not like a trapped animal—like a rockstar about to step onstage. Nervous, excitable energy, but with no place to go. "Startin' to think you like being my nurse." The teasing was half-assed, quiet like he might break the moment if he said the wrong thing. Almost added, "You know, I can do this myself," but bit it back. He didn't want to consider the consequences of that statement, or his own dread of them. Instead, mouth finally tugging back into a smile, he joked, "So, what's the damage? Am I gonna live?"

[vaporwave-galactica-sys]

Keeping your host from doing something stupid like cutting is fucking awful and tiring. Like, it's understandable when things get hard, that they want to distract themselves with other pain, but it's such an emotional toll on us at times..

But until further notice, host will not be allowed to control front without someone Co-Con or the Co-host.

[tanziessuicide]

cute thiнspo triggers me the most

[twistedappletree]

got 2 more tooth extractions this morning, now i’m sittin here staring at the wall eating applesauce straight out the jar after waking up at 7:40pm ✨

[biitchcakes]

H E A D C A N O N .

a FEAR of anything that's of a medical or surgical nature .

Due to these traumatic experiences, Jessica trusts very few people with her medically ⸺ LINDA CARTER being her consistent and most trustworthy professional go to. Most of the time, she'll try to solve her problems on her own, but if she is unable to, she knows exactly who to turn to. She can always count on her Night Nurse.

[obsessivecreechur]

so. look. i have no idea if any of my followers like s/plat/oon, but. listen. hear me out. i wanna make the antique t/elephone robot pregnant

i came up with this idea almost a year ago and have been building on it since he l p

[inavagrant-a]

@idolatri | 💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship | prompt.

↳ Tetsuya & Nahida.

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ do you wanna kiss me ? / mike @ rory ! 👀 ❞

There was no sense of personal space with Mike—not when they were alone, at least. Rory was sat so close that their legs were touching, shoulder to shoulder. Prior joking around had settled into a comfortable silence. Rory, never usually one to sit still, didn't mind the quiet if it was with Mike. Because they were best friends, of course. It didn't matter that Mike's presence left a warm flutter in Rory's chest, or that Rory had never felt that way around anyone else. He leaned his head back against the headboard of Mike's bed, glancing over to catch his gaze. It always felt strangely tense, though he had little time to linger in that thought before Mike asked his question. For a moment, Rory just blinked at him. Then. . . "W-What?" For all the incredulity in his voice, the word came out as a squeak. His usual false confidence gave way, cheeks lighting up red. "I'm— I don't— We're both guys." For some reason, that didn't feel relevant right now, with his pulse in his ears and his stomach tightening. Nerves or excitement? ( Both, if he were honest with himself. ) "Why would you want to. . ." He tore his deer-in-headlights gaze away from Mike, although not for long. "Me?" Is there anyone else here, Rory?

He should have been laughing it off, blowing off the question. Instead, his tongue darting out over his lower lip, he nodded faintly. "Y-yeah. Okay." His eyes darted down to Mike's mouth, heart hammering in his chest. This didn't mean anything, right? Just like how it didn't mean anything when he turned on his hip to better face Mike, despite not having the guts to truly make the first move. He chose not to announce the fact that this would be his first kiss, although he was sure Mike already knew that. Instead, he took a breath and quietly spoke: "Kiss me."