#also the knife tag is my vent tag

[entropyunending]

do vent blogs need a pinned post? idk. gonna make one anyway. may or may not edit this later to make it more concise or whatever

hey, i'm [redacted] (he/him or it/its), and i am experiencing the horrors (perpetually declining mental health).

i made this account so i have somewhere to vent that isn't my main. because i kept doing that and then feeling guilty and deleting my posts. so here i am. finally.

there will be a mixture of personal vent posts, personal attempts to make myself feel better/uplift myself or whatever, and reblogs of gentle reminders and shit for myself. but mostly vent shit because i don't have any self-love left in me.

no dni, but i'm very trigger happy with the block button. if you're following my main and you follow me here, i probably will block you, sorry. i need to have a place where i can feel comfortable venting without the fear of worrying the people who know me

i may post about feeling hopeless, and i may seem suicidal, but please do not report me or whatever. i am safe. i am not going to do anything. i am too afraid of death. my only promise here is that i will not kill myself. quite frankly i'm not sure that's true anymore, but i don't think i have the guts to try. i don't have the energy. and i am still so afraid of death. so i probably won't. but i'm not sure i can promise that anymore.

also i have a therapist. i'm just really bad at actually talking to her 👍

[milkweedman]

Made another spindle. It's very small. Also very irregular and lumpy due to the wood (I wanted the raised brown lines to stay and erred on the side of caution in how much I cut away...but that did lead to a very irregular spindle).

It also wanted to crumble as I carved, so pretty much all the fine tuning I just did by sanding it, which helps to compress the fibers down as well as remove material without crumbling or splintering.

It really came to life when I oiled it. Probably will be best after a few good coats and some time. My woodburning kit seems to be totally gone, which is a bummer. So I'm not woodburning anymore.

Spins well. Obviously being so tiny and light it was always going to be a fine spinning spindle, but effortless thread from an unprepped piece of fleece is pretty indicative as well. I seem to find myself carving mostly thread spindles at the moment. They're always so small and light in the hand, they remind me of holding baby birds.

[neverendingford]

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[mimiii-3]

im OBSESSED with saboteur!! also off topic but pizza steve pfp a throwback i love it 😭. what if reader runs away and the gotham city sirens (ivy, harley, catwoman…) or like what if they get kidnapped and turned into a meta!! maybe like x-23 or jinx from arcane!! i also can’t help but imagine she’s like okay fuck yall and frees darling and they run off together LOL.

Yay, I’m glad! Yes, the pizza Steve pfp might be revealing my old age😬

…

Saboteur: Cherry Bomb

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Extra notes: criminal activity, jumping/physical assault, dangerous use of explosives, blood/gore/violence

…

What if batsib makes some new and dangerous friends…

🦇

You trudge through the trash-flooded streets of Gotham. Eyes peeled and waiting to find even a fraction of crime. You needed to vent. Every Gotham-mite knows the best way to relieve your pent up feelings is a good ol’ fashioned beat down.

Your aching heart befuddles your common sense and you drift through a series of dark alleyways. You fiddle with the combat knife tucked in the pocket of your hoodie.

A distant screech catches your attention. You jog towards the direction of the shrilly scream. As you round the corner, the violent scene unfolds before you.

A small woman, cowers against a dumpster as three armed men jeer and kick at her. Her tattered clothes are covered in blood, a result of their nail-covered baseball bats.

One of the men looks freakishly tall, maybe inhumanly tall. The other two have a strange green substance oozing out of their tear ducts.

You act on instinct and bark your demands, “Leave her alone you creeps!”

You pull out your knife and flick it dangerously between your fingers. A simple trick you had learned from the internet but it might be enough to scare the perps off.

Your trick and strong words fall flat and the three masked men turn to face you. The tallest one of the group grins. There’s something eerie about the way he looks at you. Like a supple piece of fruit, ripe for the taking.

You soon realize you’re in over your head as they stalk towards you. “Go, run!” You shout to the distressed woman. She takes one last look at you before high tailing it out of the alley.

You try to run back from the way you came but a pair of scarred arms warp around you. You kick at the assailant’s knee causing him to hiss angrily.

The tall one reaches out to grab your neck and you jam the knife into his wrist. The tall one seems unfazed by your attack and pulls the jagged knife from his arm. He turns the knife back on to you and drags it lightly across your jaw.

The knife pierces your skin and you can’t help but whimper in fear. Where was your family when you needed them?

Before you can fall into a pit of despair, a small red ball rolls past you and bumps against the dumpster. The two infected attackers lean closer to get a better look.

“Hey, I think it’s a-” The one man’s word are cut short as the blast from the small sphere tears his face off. The other man rolls in agony, having sustained horrific burns from the bomb.

While you survey the carnage before you, a ‘crack’ comes from the man behind you. The arms around your torso grow limp and his body slumps to the ground.

Too scared to turn around, you hold your breath and pray you aren’t next.

“Hiya, Suga’!”

…

Extra notes: yandere platonic Harley (and other birds of prey members) perhaps😌

Tag list:

@jjsmeowthie

[shadow4-1]

Shadow4-1's Masterlist for Headcanons/Imagines/Ficlets (Part 1)

I finally got around to making my masterlists! Under the cut is most of my headcannons, ficlets, you name if. They're in order by character - or group! I will be making a part 2 soon as Tumblr refuses to let me edit this anymore!

All links will be tagged with either an [NSFW] or appropriate genre tag like [Fluff] next to the title. Okay, I hope you enjoy. And please remember - MDNI! No age listed blogs will be blocked! (Banner Source)

Feel free to use any and all of my headcanons, imagines, etc. to make your own content! Credit/a tag would be nice! If not, I'd just appreciate a DM so I can read your content!

(Also, this isn't ALL of the content available on my blog! It's only the stuff I'm proud of. For everything I've ever written you'll just have to go swimming through my blog!)

Group Headcanons - {141} / {Los Vaqueros} / {Kortac}

(First) Kiss Imagines w/ the 141 Boys + Alejandro, Rudy, & Konig [NSFW]

No Boundaries - Task Force 141 Headcanons/Imagines [SFW]

Smelly - Reader & 141 Drabble [SFW]

Getting Drunk Imagines w/ the 141 Boys + Alejandro, Rudy, & König [SFW]

Getting drugged at a bar with the 141 [NSFW]

Captain Price:

Heart Eyes (Love At First Sight AU/Imagine - Reader x Price) [SFW/AU]

Getting bent over Price's knee and spanked with his belt in front of the boys [NSFW]

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Sweet n' Silly Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Headcanons [NSFW]

Man Thoughts - Ghost Edition [NSFW]

"King of the Forest" Ghost [SFW]

"There's only one bed" Trope [SFW]

You and Soap Trigger Ghost's PTSD [SFW/Fluff]

Doing yoga in secret some but Ghost's been watching the whole time [NSFW]

Ghost makes Soap get you on webcam [NSFW]

Pulling a knife on Ghost during sex [NSFW]

Soulmate!AU where you and Ghost are tied together through shared dreams [SFW]

A make-out session with Ghost [NSFW]

Ghost is a vampire AU [SFW]

Kissing both Soap and Ghost goodnight at the door [NSFW]

John "Soap" MacTavish:

Silly Little Soap Headcanons (w/ A Few Wee Nasty Ones) [NSFW]

You're Not My Boyfriend! - Crazy!Soap x Reader Imagine [SFW]

Ex-boyfriend Soap having a dirty polaroid of you [NSFW]

Doing a clothing swap with Soap for a training day [SFW]

Soap and Gaz getting unreasonably jealous over who you spend more time with [SFW]

Kissing both Soap and Ghost goodnight at the door [SFW]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Making out in a motel bed with both Gaz and Soap [NSFW]

Soap and Gaz getting unreasonably jealous over who you spend more time with [SFW]

Konig:

Man Thoughts - Konig Edition [NSFW]

Makarov:

A chance encounter with Makarov [SFW]

Reader-Centered Headcanons:

Reader who's just trying to do her damn job. [SFW]

The first time the 141 sees you in something other than your fatigues [NSFW]

The 141 purposely picking you out of a pool of potential candidates [SFW]

Scuba diving training with the 141 [SFW]

The 141's jealousy at you harboring a crush on another task force's star member [SFW]

The 141 stages an intervention for you (they don't like you seeing people that aren't them) [NSFW]

Moments between the members of the 141 that attaches them to you forever [SFW]

Having to break up small fights between the 141 [SFW]

Your first spat with a member of the 141 and how you might be dealt with (by either Price or Ghost)[SFW]

A "lazy day" with the 141, except, it's really just you getting them to finally wind down [SFW]

The 141 wants you to leave your normie boyfriend, and you do eventually [SFW]

Being annoying as fuck and the boys decide to fuck with you back [SFW]

Waking up in a 141 dog pile [SFW]

You start to become an Omega (A/B/O Dynamic AU) [NSFW]

Texting your usual fuck buddy (Soap) to come to your room, except he doesn't - but Ghost does [SFW]

The 141 rents out a "haunted" mansion only for the place to be exactly as advertised [SFW]

Promising a kiss to whichever 141 guy wins a mock FIFA tournament [SFW]

Becoming the 141's medic by accident and tragedy [NSFW]

Doing some vent maintenance on base and getting stuck [NSFW]

Being nervous around the 141 and yet STILL garnering their attention [SFW]

A "lazy day" with the 141 (or getting them to calm down after a mission) [SFW]

Catching glimpses of the 141's search history [NSFW]

Unknowingly giving the 141 boners [NSFW]

Trapped for a week in a shithole safehouse [SFW]

[ryans-planet]

This is a new blog, if you remember following me before please do so again here.

Tumblr hates trans people :/

Intro

Please read entire post BYF

(Last updated: 9/27/2024 (updated a few things)

Hey! I’m Ryan, new to this stuff and I mostly am here to explore my kinks in a fantasy way, reclaim some part of my sexuality and have somewhere to just dump things I want/like to do!

If ur from my main no you aren’t!!!

if you’re going to follow/follow back please follow this blog! Thank you <3

Slight venting may occur.

Join my NSFW T4T tumblr discord?

Abt me

22

transmasc agender

On T currently, been off and on since 2020. Due to resources.

uhhh let’s say I’m queer with no interest in cis women and folk who ID as lesbian.

Gray-romantic/Aroflux

Huge huge Switch

Audhd/chronic pain

Monogamous

My Love; @nashont-umblr His tag is #yeehaw bc I’m down bad

White

Fat (fatphobia/chasers/feederism r blocked immediately.)

DMs open to mutuals I will also give discord too if you have it!! but I am awkward and bad at replying sometimes 😭!

All posts on this blog are to be assumed mlm and most definitely about my boyfriend.

DO NOT tag my posts as wlw, or sapphic. I am a MAN. wlw are welcome to interact/follow/rb, but my stuff is by me; a man. It makes me uncomfortable for my posts to be tagged with those things.

Silly yap posts under #ryanplanetyaps Pictures under #pics of me

Posts abt the bf under #yeehaw

✨🔻Kinks+🔻✨

Enjoy in purple 💜

Favorites in pink💕

Interested in Orange 🧡(All go for receiving & giving)

Praise

Hairpulling

Biting

Choking

Edging

Overstimulation

Gun/Knife play

Breeding (only T4T/No pregnancy unless pet-play)

Wax play

Pet play

Corruption

Impact play

Force Masc

Somno

COCKWARMING 💕💕💕💕 (receiving especially)

Bondage

Intox

Anal is. Probably a no irl.

Absolute No’s

AgePlay (I’ll block you. I check almost everyone who follows/reblogs me.)

ForceFem

Nipple play (receiving)

Scat

Incest/fauxcest

Feederism

Piss

Heavy degradation

Race play (I’ll block you immediately.)

Misgendering

Heavy CNC and NonCon THIS INCLUDES RAPE PLAY. I’m fine with other cnc listed in my kinks but anything harder/extreme is a major Do FUCKING NOT.

OTHER:

Genitalia

terms to use are as follows; hole/cunt/boycunt dick/cock/tdick, Chest. Don’t use the terms tits/boobs for me (super awesome & cool if you don’t mention chest/nipples at all./srs)

Names/Titles/Compliments

that are absolutely okay are; Sir, Puppy, good boy, pretty boy, slut. Handsome. Apart from pretty boy please do not use more traditionally feminine worded compliments for me.

I have one main sexual trauma trigger, please do NOT use text emojis with /// as blush while talking to me. That’s all thank you!

DNI

Minors/ageless accounts

ED/SH blogs; have had my own issues and am in recovery.

DDLG/similar kinks

TERFS

Racists.

Fatphobes

Detrans kinks/blogs.

If you like Incest shit. I really hate it so bad, even in fantasy.

Zoophiles/p3dos

Zionists/Nazis

Chasers of any kind but especially fat and trans chasers.

Conservatives.

WLW/Sapphic only/Men DNI blogs

[dilemma-danger]

☆welcome to my blog!!!☆

haii :D im ash!!!

my pronouns r he/they/it/bite :3 im also pansexual and a trans guy!

im a high schooler :P

i have tourettes syndrome, epilepsy, mdd, and anxiety

my sideblogs r @against-life-as-a-symptom (art, though i also post art here), @d1lemmaaa (kjrp), and @gerard-ways-right-sock (mostly made that bc there's a left sock blog lmao), and i also have a vent blog (dm if u want it!)

im also a therian!!! my theriotypes are a jaguar, a black jaguar, and a northern long-eared bat :] feel free to ask about them!

my blog is matching with my friend, @gay-little-freak!!

i went to one more time tour and saw ptv and blink-182 7/11/24!!!!

free palestine🇵🇸

i lovelovelove music!!! lots of different types!! i have my headphones on pretty much 24/7, you'll never see me with em off hehe

i have lots of favorite bands!! in no specific order, they're my chemical romance, pierce the veil, blink 182, hozier, green day, tv girl, lemon demon, system of a down, slipknot, leathermouth, frank iero, mailpup, salv the dog, s3rl, sodikken, weezer, ghost, femtanyl, insane clown posse, simple plan, fall out boy, and h3artcrush :33

my favorite genres r emo music and loudloudloud stuff that i can blow my eardrums out with!!!!

please send music recommendations x3

my current and past hyperfixations:

fnaf, gore, cannibalism, lobotomies, mcr, olms, plushies, ranboo, dsmp (this was like 4 years ago don't execute me please), furries, dinosaurs, saw (2004)

tags:

#thoughts : my og posts!!

#horny for frank iero : uh. i think this one is somewhat self explanatory :')

#asks : any asks people send me!!! (please send me asks ily)

#me : pics of me :33

i started doing these after i started posting, so its technically not all of my posts.

DNI:

homophobes/transphobes, ableists, zoophiles, racists, incest, and other basic dni. that includes assholes.

other random stuffs!!!

-my favorite color is neon green

-my favorite animals are snakes and olms

-pleaseee use tonetags im really bad at deciphering things lol

-im really cool and a really great guy this is Certified by the Government

-i love to draw and make things!! i make a lot of kandi and cosplays. lmk if you want to see any of my cosplays :3

-i collect soda tabs and plushies

pictures of me, my killjoy oc, and blinkies/stamps below the cut!!!

this is me!!!!

my killjoy oc!!!!

DILEMMA DANGER!!! (name by @gay-little-freak :3)

dilemma is mostly based off of me, so we're kinda similar!!

pronouns: he/they

gender: male (trans)

sexuality: panromantic asexual

he lovessss music, and he plays the guitar xP

he wears this a lot!!!

this is what he looks like!!! i havent actually drawn them a full reference yet, i still need to. look out for that!!

i roleplay as him sometimes!!!

whenever a post is him talking, itll be set up like this:

text goes here

-dilemma danger

sometimes it wont have the "-dilemma danger" part, but only if ive already stated it earlier in the conversation :]

he is a MAJOR crash king. he has a singular brain cell and he does not use it hehe

hes got sharp teeth and a dirty blonde fluffy mullet that usually covers his eyes.

he actually is very good at fighting, when he needs to be!!

hes tall and lanky and has a diagonal scar from his cheek to his nose from a clap with some dracs.

he hatesssss firefights and hes not very good at shooting, so he usually carries around a knife! he still uses his gun though, just not often.

he likes zone five the most and is debating finding a place there to live, but he currently lives on the cusp of zone three and four.

he does have a group, but im still developing them :]

BLINKIES!!!

thanks for reading :D this ended up really long hehe

[unkillablegod]

rae, 30, she/they, bi, vers switch. france. half catgirl, half puppygirl, one hundred percent feral gremlin with an obvious god complex. currently studying for a master's degree in film & the audiovisual arts. this is a personal, nsft blog that i use mostly to vent, post about k!nk & share lewds! USED TO BE: FERALGOD & YOURFERALGOD BEFORE BEING UNCEREMONIOUSLY NUKED (:

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 are open for questions & confessions ONLY. i am not here to entertain anyone's fantasies but my own, so don't project yours on me & expect me to play along. you can send me suggestive asks as long as it's not about something i'd do for you. this is all fantasy! also, harsh reminder that anons, like pets, don't fucking get to make demands. i will not hesitate to put you on blast for all to see then block you if you make me uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.

𝐃𝐌𝐬 are reserved for mutuals. fair warning: i'm a shy bean & rarely have the energy to interact with anyone, so if i don't reply right away or at all, please don't take it personally.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 ��𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 for mention or depiction of violence, graphic imagery, hard kinks & fantasies (cnc, cbt, branding, degradation, blasphemy, knife play), mental illness & overall unhinged & rage-fueled insanity.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 if you're a minor, an ageless/blank blog, racist, a misogynist, a transphobe & anti-LGBTQIA+ (this includes but is not limited to TERFs, SWERFs and radfems) as a whole, a pedophile/MAP, a zoophile, pro-ana, fatphobic, ableist, a fat fetishist, a "sugar daddy" or "sugar mommy", or just an asshole/creep in general. unless we're mutuals DO NOT add comments, save for tagging someone, or roleplay on my posts. ANY OF THESE THINGS WILL GET YOU AUTOMATICALLY BLOCKED.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: nsft carrd / sfw carrd ; backup ; twitch channel ; patreon

.↓ 𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 ↓.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 as a sub: my) baby girl ; (my) princess ; (my) puppy / pup ; kitten ; bunny ; (my) fucktoy ; (my) slut ; (my) whore ; (my) angel ; little one ; (my) property ; brat ; (my) good girl.

as a dom: mistress / master ; mommy / daddy ; (my) god ; ma'am ; (my) queen ; (my) liege ; your highness.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 pegging ; begging ; blindfolding ; bondage ; body worship ; branding ; breath play ; breeding ; cock, ball & pussy torture ; consensual nonconsent ; corruption ; ddlg & mmlb  ; dacryphilia ; degradation ; desacration ; dom/sub ; dumbification ; edging ; forced orgasm ; free-use ; hair pulling ; impact play ; knife-play ; masochism ; master/slave ; objectification ; over-stimulation ; orgasm control ; pain play ; pet play ; piss play ; power play ; role-play ; sadism ; somnophilia ; voice kink ; voyeurism ; video/photography ; worship

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒 vore ; scatology ; vomit ; extreme body modification ; birthing ; inflation ; self-harm ; age-play ; diapers ; enemas ; clothespins; needles ; pins ; cheating ; race play

[the-golden-comet]

✨🏴‍☠️Four Lines Tag🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for tagging me here, @thecomfywriter and here @drchenquill ! 💛✨

My lines: A line about fear, a line about success, a line about pain, a line about peace, a line about grief, an action line

Your lines: A line about fighting, a line about hope, a line about anger, a line about the sea.

A line about fear

The first mate stared down into the water, still in lamenting disbelief. He shook his head as he felt his chest tighten. His breath quickened, as a panic attack began coursing through his veins. Davey thought, in that moment, that he too would keel over and leave the crew mourning.

A line about success

The skeletal deckhands tried one more time to get a disarming shot in, but the wind was on The Phoenix's side. Successfully, she sailed away as the lighter ship navigated the waters swiftly and with ease.

A line about pain

Benjamin pushed air through gritted teeth, his leg shaking violently. He didn’t even realize Peter had already scooped him back up, he hurt so bad. Pulses of sharp pain kept shooting up his calf as he clutched Captain Hart’s soaked shirt for stability, and as an outlet to vent the pain.

A line about peace

Sitting up to greet the morning, he looked out the window as the sea and the sun smiled warmly back. The noble sighed gently in content, blushing happily as he felt the air of freedom radiate on his freckled face.

A line about grief

Peter crumbled into inconsolable sobs on his dead dad’s chest as Georgie walked up to the newly-assigned captain of The Phoenix, patting and rubbing his back. Georgie’s eyes were shut tightly, leaking his own tears, but remaining stoic and supportive of the grieving Hart. Davey entered the bed chambers, his amber eyes widening at the languishing pair.

The second mate looked in forlorn at the tragic sight, shaking his head in sorrow as he spoke pitifully. “Oh, Peter… .” Davey rushed to the boy’s side and joined Georgie in comforting the crying son until the blonde’s tears, much like the storm, calmed its torrential downpour.

An action line

“ Ugh .” Benjamin snarled in disgust, then wound up his fist to land it on Peter’s stomach. Captain Hart easily side-stepped and grabbed Benji’s arm; For as built as the captain was, he was also very agile. He needed to be, after all, to survive the trials and tribulations of being a notorious pirate captain.

“….!!!” Benjamin’s gasped as Peter jerked him forward, finding himself in a headlock as one of the captain’s sturdy arms hugged tightly over Benji’s neck. Not too tightly, but tight enough to restrain his movement. In another quick flash, Peter used his free hand to unsheathe a knife from his back pocket, hovering it over Benjamin’s hip near the kidney, but being careful not to poke him.

“ Dead .” Peter twirled the knife in his hand before sheathing it again, removing his arm from around Benjamin’s throat and taking a few steps back. “Gotta be faster than that.”

Tagging gently: @gioiaalbanoart , @wyked-ao3 , @clevah-girlboss , @cowboybrunch , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @paeliae-occasionally , @theink-stainedfolk , @the-letterbox-archives , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees , @honeybewrites , @moltenwrites , @finickyfelix , @tildeathiwillwrite , @autism-purgatory , @authorcoledipalo , @rivenantiqnerd , @theaistired , @theprissythumbelina , @thebearthatreads , @flurrysahin , @quillswriting , @willtheweaver , @glasshouses-and-stones , @willowseed , @yourpenpaldee , @ominous-feychild , @mysticstarlightduck , @astramachina , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , @rotting-moon-writes , @madi-konrad , @scribble-dee-vee , @saturnine-saturneight +open tag! ✨

[joshfutturman]

'the only me is me, are you sure the only you is you?'

oneshot - before beating biotic wars, josh has a nightmare, but begins to question if it could possibly be a memory rather than simply a dream. - for my writing group, so it's just a little one shot where josh has a memory from s2 when he finds all the au's of himself dead, and meets j26! my interpretation. (2.1k words) character - josh futturman & j26 (future man) (not a ship fic!) tags: death, stabbing, knife/shiv mention, blood, cussing, seeks comfort, parents mention, angst, nightmares, sfw, no reader mention

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

god, josh loved to sleep. he loved naps, he loved curling up on his bed after work and getting a quick snooze in before he streamed on twitch to his whole five viewers. josh loved dreams too, his dreams were normally fantastical or related to whatever game he was grinding at the time - or they were straight up not safe for work. oops. guilty.

but this particular night, josh couldn’t settle. he kept tossing and turning, frustratingly thrashing around in his blanket. his brows knit together, half pouting with his eyes staring across the room, making eye contact with one of the figures in his many gaming posters. why couldn’t he sleep? his mind stumbles over half-formed thoughts, combing over his monotonous day over and over. eventually, the tiredness catches up to him, causing his eyes to close over, sleep stealing him away.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

in his dream, he finds himself in a small box room. the walls were smooth stone, the kind that looked grainy and boring to the eyes. only a few objects occupied the small space, a pathetic bed, a metal table and some shelves collecting dust. his eyes scan the room like he’s trying to place where he’s seen it before. it felt vaguely familiar, but also far away in his mind. like an old rerun of a tv show you swear you’ve seen before until the credits roll and you’re left feeling unsure.

he stands, looking down at his bizarre outfit. what the fuck was this? his hands run over the fabric of the light navy, sack-type gown. it definitely wasn’t something he’d pick out himself, already feeling uncomfortable in the material. josh longed for a hoodie and sweatpants right about now.

shrugging the sensory issues from his brain to the back of his mind, josh looks towards the metal door of the room and walks over to give it a tug. 

oh.

shit.

it was locked.

giving it another tug to be sure, the door remained firmly shut. josh suddenly felt a little hot, sweat forming on his palms leaving the door a little sticky.

mind moving on, trying to remain unfazed by this eerie dream, his eyes catch on the strange hunk of metal leaning against the wall in the corner. a sound ricocheting against the metal behind it. it almost sounds like a rat. josh recoils instinctively. ew, were there rats in here? his bare feet against the ground suddenly begin to feel extremely exposed. a shiver runs down his spine and he reluctantly approaches the strange piece of metal, beginning to drag it to the side with all his strength.

to his surprise, it reveals a hole in the wall, a vent that’s been pried open - and a long time ago by the looks of it. and then -

wait.

what the fuck?

josh eyes the small man in the hole, eyes widening when he comes face to face with. . . himself.

“what the fuck,” he spits out, stumbling backwards on unsteady footing before taking a step forward again to reach out.

the other him - no, the other guy, starts to shriek out in protest, slapping his hand away haphazardly. josh gives up and steps back once more, throwing his hands up in protest showing he means no harm. “hey, hey, it’s okay! it’s okay.”

with that, the dishevelled-looking man crawls out of the vent, twitching and jerking like he’s not seen light in some time. josh’s mind runs away with itself, watching on as he sees what looks like an almost perfect mirror image of himself lose his mind.

this was a really fucking weird dream.

when the other speaks, it’s in broken sentences, stuttering and struggling with his words. josh almost feels sorry for him - but he can hardly comprehend what’s happening, fighting to feel anything else other than sheer anxiety.

josh feels himself speak, but he can’t quite make out the words. there’s a conversation going on against his will, like he’s watching over himself in the dream. it almost feels more reminiscent of a memory- like he was observing something that had happened in the past, rather than simply experiencing a 'weird' dream. ‘j26’, the other called himself.

j26 crumples against the wall, clutching his head. fuck, his fear was infectious. josh felt on edge, like his limbs were on fire, brain being zapped with adrenaline at every unpredictable movement the other made. it was almost like. . . he could feel what he was feeling. and that made him feel extremely uneasy, palms sweating even more. every twitch he almost wanted to mimic.

who the fuck was this guy? was this some sort of weird clone dream? was something extra freaky about to happen? he’d seen fan fiction online about this sort of thing. maybe he needed to stop going on tumblr at 2am, maybe this was a wake-up call.

but it felt way more real than that.

suddenly, there are footsteps down the hall and both of their heads snap in unison towards the sound. they’re approaching, quickly and with a distinct stride of authority. this smelled like trouble. josh backs into the corner behind the door, maybe he could hide? stupid idea retrospectively, but his mind isn't exactly in perfect working order right now. (or ever.) he needs something to hold. josh picks up a stray tray that must have been used for lunch by the looks (and smell) of it.

the nervous twitchy ‘clone’, or whatever josh could think to call him - j26 was a stupid name, clambers over towards the bed, sitting down innocently in contrast to the insane, trembling look he had a few seconds prior. josh wants to reach out, to warn him to move, that he’ll be caught immediately but he doesn’t have time.

the door swings open. josh’s instincts spring into action and he brings the tray down hard on the person's back. a tall man who hardly flinches at the attack. oh fuck. josh whimpers and cowers back against the wall. couldn’t he just fucking wake up now? like seriously?

but that’s when the other josh makes his move, pulling a makeshift shiv from his gown. his attack is much more effective than josh's now seemingly pathetic attempt. it's. . . brutal, primal almost. j26 plunges the knife into what josh assumes is a security guard, over and over. the soft and wet sound of metal impacting against flesh rings out in his ears, causing him to cover them.

it’s not long before the guard is on the ground, blood slowly seeping from his wounds. too many to count. josh isn’t sure whether he wants to stare, morbid curiosity peaking, or avert his gaze. it doesn’t matter, because he notices the open door. maybe leaving can help him wake up.

glancing at j26, he ushers him out, trying so hard not to look at the blood slowly inching down the handle of the shiv he holds so tightly.

but it's a blur. and the environment moves as dreams often too, in sparks and fleeting images. screams echo in his ears, deafening and pleading with a hint of betrayal. it makes him wince, eyes twitching as he finds himself in front of another metal door.

everything is screaming within him not to open the door. ‘don’t do it, god just don’t fucking do it. whatever you do, josh, don’t open the’ -

the door opens with a creak, his hand pushing on the handle without his consent. his atoms are buzzing, grip too tight and shaky, breath picking up. josh never listens.

he enters.

at first, he’s not sure what he sees. anxiety and the electrifying feeling of anticipation seem to cloud his vision. but what came next, he couldn’t laugh off or glaze over.

piles of bodies. arms draped over one another. legs contorted into strange and uncomfortable, impossible positions. blank faces stare back at him, some mouths agape, some almost seeming to be sewn shut. josh feels like the wind has been kicked out of him when he realises those faces are, in fact, his own.

there had to have been at least twenty, maybe more, thirty? his knees feel a little weak and he finds himself leaning back against the cold metal door to ground himself. where can he look? averting his gaze only leads him into another cold stare with familiar yet distant eyes.

his heartbeat settles in a steady pounding and galloping rhythm, punching his chest with each thud. it’s all he can hear. eyes tormented with the scene.

for once, futturman was speechless. he couldn’t utter a single sound. the implications of the bodies seeming to hit him all at once. it wasn’t a normal thing, he thought, to lock eyes with your own dead body. coming face to face with death was something that josh had never considered, at least not for a while - he was gonna be such a cool old man, a total gilf, (grandpa i'd like to fuck). one who still played video games and taught his grand kids how to play, or maybe they’d teach him new tricks in games he thought he'd mastered.

right?

so why did it feel so god damn close? why did it feel like death was just around the corner? the nightmare pushes him forward towards the bodies like a force of its own, benevolent and taunting. he wants to scuttle backwards, shaking his head in response. but he gets closer. . . and closer, and closer still.

they’re inches away. the reek of death only growing nearer. “no. . .” he mutters, “no i don’t wanna. . .” everything in his body was screaming no, to turn around, to leave, to wake the fuck up. but he couldn’t. and so he only moved closer.

until his feet reach the edge of the bodies, looming tall like a foreboding wall. the force begins to push him once more, forcing him to attempt to crawl over the mountain of corpses. josh yelps, hand reaching in to find balance - slowly approaching one of the corpses.

“no!” he calls out, feeling only utter horror when his hand connects with the cold surface of his body - taken aback by the ice-cold feeling, expecting something warm. but there was no warmth here. not in this room. or in this place. just death.

and the crisp sensation pulls him from the nightmare, back into his messy bedroom in his parent's home.

never had he been so fucking happy to see these four walls.

large gasps pour from his lips, sitting up with sweat dripping from his brow. tremors come over him in waves. he's moving to sit up, opting not to stand for now - not even sure he can. he just wants to move, like he’s still being edged towards death. josh kind of wants to cry, but the tears won’t come, yet. puffing out breaths in an 'o' shape with his mouth, he stands eventually, dizzy. this just causes him to fall back against the bed, lightheaded and weak.

josh wipes at his face, trying to disperse the sweat that gathers there. it’s then he notices just how much he’s shaking. he eyes his hands, tears welling up in his eyes like he’s just now confirming in his head how fucked up that all was.

“just. . . just a dream.” he soothes himself in a soft, trembling voice.

but dreams didn’t feel like that, at least not for josh - with vivid smells and overwhelming imagery. something wasn’t right. things weren’t right. everything felt wrong.

with every blink, those piercing dead eyes back on him. he wraps his arms around himself tightly, forcing himself to stand. shuffling toward the door, josh hesitates at the door handle, almost feeling like he’s back there.

shaking his head after a good solid few minutes of uncertainty, josh pushes on, thinning his eyes like he’s expecting to be greeted with that same scene and is trying to brace himself for the sight. but.

just a hallway. his hallway. their hallway.

and this causes him to smile as he takes a few steps towards his parent's bedroom door. suddenly he’s remembered of all the times he’s waddled towards their room over the years, he’s not done so in so long. since he was a little kid. this only makes him more upset, lip quivering.

he knocks on the door, “mom? dad?”

they’d help him feel safe. they always did.

but josh wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to shake whatever feeling this was - how could he ever sleep soundly again? would death be a frequent visitor?

hopefully not, he prayed, entering their bedroom sheepishly.

dreams were meant for good things.

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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 6) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~100% totally not using this darker fic to vent my frustrations over a paper....totally not...~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Graphic description of injuries. The suit stays ON

The car ride back was predominantly silent, and you were glad that there was nobody on the roads as you tried your best to navigate using William's car. He'd simply chucked the keys at you and grunted shortly after the incident at the pizzeria, assuming you knew how to drive. It was lucky that you knew some of basics, but you tried to avoid moving or adjusting things like the seats in case it angered him that you were messing this with stuff. Michael had also climbed into the back-seat, clearly intending to come with the pair of you.

William had clearly gotten off lighter, somewhat thanks to the suit you suspected, you could already make out where the skin had turned pink and started to knit back together painfully slowly. Whereas Michael had clearly taken William's wrath full throttle, shuddering as he poked his tongue through a hole that had been torn into his cheek, exposing his molars in the glow of the streetlamps as you passed them. You weren't even sure both of his eyes were intact, his face too bloody and distorted from being hit by the older man to tell. Something told you that you didn't want to know.

"Left here." Afton growled, his tongue moving to where the tooth had been ripped from his gum as you quietly complied, turning down the long gravel drive and through the trees towards his home. You heard shuffling in the back, making you glance quickly through the seats before focusing on the road again.

"All this time, and you come crawling back here." Michael chuckled, if you could call the gurgling, wet sound emerging from his distorted mouth a laugh. You could almost hear the eye roll from William in return.

"I could say the same about you. After what you did."

"You're one to talk, dad." Michael flipped off William, who responded in kind, a sickly grin on his face as the car pulled up to a stop and you climbed out. Opening the door for William and feeling him roughly bumping into your shoulder as he headed for the house, allowing you to move around to Michael's side and open the door for him. He gave you a bloodied smile before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a black cloth mask and pulling it on over his ears, hiding the gruesome sight from you. He grunted as he tried to stand, his legs giving out slightly and you reached out to catch him, slinging one of his arms over your shoulder.

"Leave him, he's only gone and done it to himself." William called to you, standing impatiently in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he observed you trying to shoulder some of Michael's weight and help him walk towards the house.

"Do you want him bleeding all over your gravel or do you want him inside?" You snapped back, earning a huff of annoyance and watching as William disappeared inside, slamming the door loud enough to make you flinch, even from across the drive.

"Thanks....You don't have to help me if you don't...don't want." Michael panted, groaning as he shifted against you and tried to keep his weight off of you whilst allowing you to help him.

"He's a prick, and you're in bad shape."

Michael gave another wet sounding laugh at that, finally making it to the porch and letting his weight slump down against the wood. Making you yelp as you were dragged with him, his arm shot out to catch you and prevent your body slamming down however. You were surprised at how strong he seemed to be, even as his body shook gently, clearly in pain and struggling to function as normal. Turning his body in a few slow careful movements, looking out into the emerging dawn and sighing as he tried to run his fingers through his matted hair.

"So why are you with him, if he's such a prick?." He asked, glancing at you from the side with his one good eye. You noticed in the light how they were a more greenish grey compared to William's blue-grey, but you could see some of the resemblance in the face he had left.

"You think I put myself through this all voluntarily?" You scoffed, pointing to the red mark on your neck, the bruising on your jaw and pulling down the shoulder of your top to reveal the bandages there, as well as lifting the leg of your shorts to show the other one there. Michael's eyes flickered to each, but didn't remain long, as if he was afraid of what he would see if he did.

"I did wonder why you were wearing those clothes despite the fact it's freezing out here." He chuckled, sighing again and leaning forwards on his elbows, looking at his knuckles and studying the damage done to his hands. Brow furrowing as he noticed a few of his fingers bending at an unnatural angle, reaching for them and grunting as he grabbed them and pulled. The faint sound of bones grinding against each other hitting your ears and making you grit your teeth as they moved into a more normal position, watching as he wiggled his fingers to test how they moved afterwards.

Carefully, Michael took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders, the size swallowing you up and your cheeks heating up as he did it, revealing a now extremely bloody white t-shirt beneath it. You opened your mouth to protest, feeling how wet and sticky some parts of the fabric were against you, but Michael waved his hand dismissively as if sensing your protests.

"I don't need it at the moment, but you definitely need the heat." He nodded to you, his eyes crinkling slightly as you assumed he smiled beneath the mask.

"He really....I knew he was cruel but..." You couldn't find the words to express it, and Michael laughed bitterly. His shoulders shaking slightly as he turned his head towards you, tilting it slightly.

"Do I look that bad?"

"I mean... Surely you saw in the rear-view o-or the mirrors on the car." Trying to be polite with him, but raising an eyebrow as he shook his head, chuckling again before it devolved into a small coughing fit. Seeming to take a few deep breaths to recover from the effort before he spoke again.

"Can't see myself in mirrors. He can't either if that's some solace about the narcissist. I'm guessing you've not been here long."

"About a week. Wait, you guys can't see yourselves in mirrors?" Taken by surprise at the thought that they couldn't, but thinking about it, you had never seen William in a reflective surface, or a mirror during the time you had been at his house. And you never bothered to look in the rear-view during the drive back.

"A week and you've not noticed? Guess he's just been avoiding them. Yeah, we can't see ourselves in mirrors, which sucks sometimes when you need to try and make sure you look human and presentable. I was surprised you didn't use the rear-view and check on us."

"I'm too short for how he has his seat set."

There was a pause and another laugh, Michael slapped his knee and began to cough as he took it in. Your cheeks heating up more as you fought back the urge to smile at it. You felt somewhat relaxed around him, although there was still a lingering sense of unease from the pizzeria and the back-room as well as your mind constantly whispering that he was a predator still.

"Head on inside kiddo. I'm going to stay out here for a bit, and you should get warm. Would you mind chucking my jacket in the wash when you have a chance? I think it may need it." You nodded in response and your hand rested on his shoulder lightly as you stood up, smiling at him as he looked up at you. The faint morning light illuminating just the amount of damage that William had done to him. His own son.

"Goodnight Michael."

"Good morning kiddo." He joked back, turning his attention back to the woods as you opened the door and slipped inside. The house eerily quiet and no sign of William immediately, though you placed Michael's jacket on the counter and headed upstairs, watching the shadows carefully for any sign of Afton lurking for you to wander past.

~~

The day was bright outside once you woke up. No Afton licking at you like a barely contained dog at a steak. No more aches and pains than you had become accustomed to in the past few days. You were almost suspicious of how peaceful the day had started out.

Padding down the stairs, you could smell something delicious cooking. William was a good cook, but he seemed to ignore a majority of seasonings for a reason you couldn't define, putting it down to enjoying your misery a little more each day. But coming into the kitchen, you found an unfamiliar back to you at the stove.

"Michael?" You called softly, watching as he spun around. Reaching for the mask he had clearly washed and placed at the side for when you came down. Your eyes widening as you took a look at him in the light from the window.

Whereas you would have put William into older and handsome, despite being a cruel, vindictive bastard. Michael had clearly inherited the sharp features and strong jaw of his father, but with a youthful roundness still in his face. Thinner brows and lighter brown hair that had a slight wave to it framed his face, and you could see how tall he was too. Not as tall as William, but certainly he would have met or exceeded it one day, although unlike Afton's broad, muscular frame; Michael was lithe and slender.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" He said, struggling to put the mask on over his ears. The hole in his cheek still present, although judging from the dampness in his hair, he'd at least had a shower. The eye had had been damaged still red and puffy, bloodshot, but you could see it moving around and looking now rather than just a bloody mess.

"You've....improved?" You said tentatively, making him pause and blink as he looked at you for a second. Laughing, you felt your own smile coming through at the sound, it wasn't dark and foreboding like William's laugh, but it sounded like what you imagined a big brother would laugh at his kid brother falling over or doing something adorable.

"Well, thank you. I mean, I can feel my face is a little less ground-meat this morning, but it's always nice to have the confirmation." Winking at you, he turned back to the stove and put something on the plate, walking it over to the island and putting it down.

"You can cook?"

"Call it the one thing my dad did right."

You headed for the cupboards, intending to find cereal but Michael's hands settled onto your shoulders, directing you to sit infront of the massive stack of pancakes he'd cooked up, watching as he easily opened cupboards and found out syrup and butter for you.

"T-These are for me?" You ask incredulously, thinking back to the cereal and peanutbutter jelly sandwiches you'd had for breakfast for the past week. Your stomach growling in anticipation.

"Well, I didn't make them to look pretty now!" He laughed again, taking a seat opposite you and watching your expression as you picked up a fork. Digging in and your eyes widening at the taste. You weren't sure how William had made sandwiches and cereal taste bland, but the sugar was an overwhelmingly welcome taste.

"Can you even eat?" You ask between bites, letting your curiosity come through as Michael raised an eyebrow, picking up a spare fork from the counter, taking a stab at the edge of the pancake and popping the piece into his mouth. Covering his open cheek with one hand consciously. Chewing and then opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue to show he'd swallowed it.

"Yep. Well....It's a kinda complex answer. Long and short? Yeah, we can eat, but it doesn't taste like anything unless it's super salty, or heavy in certain things like iron. I can just about taste a blue steak, but it's more like you've just swallowed it and are getting the aftertaste?" He tried to explain, putting one elbow on the counter and resting his chin on his hand.

"So...People?"

"Yeah, that's the fucking awful part. Blood has taste to it, it varies from donor to donor, but it all factors into that person's lifestyle, diet ect." Scrunching his nose and then looking at you curiously. Humming in consideration. "Guessing you're anaemic?"

"How'd you know?" You almost choked on your food, deciding to eat more slowly whilst you talked so you didn't end up choking to death from the syrupy goodness. Michael carefully pushed over a water with his free hand, thanks falling from your lips as you took a sip.

"My father is....a preferential hunter. I would say picky bastard, but at least they have standards. I'm sure you got the same four page long health questionnaire that I did when you applied to Freddy's."

"I always thought that was for the insurance." Michael scoffed at your explanation, rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue. Shaking his head slightly and looking down at the counter, brow furrowed as he lost himself in thought for a few moments. "So...weird question then."

"We're talking about vampirism, and how people have taste whilst my face is half open. I don't think weird quite covers it."

"If blood has taste then it must have a smell too right? So...what do I smell like?"

Michael blinked as you asked the question, scanning your face for any signs that you were joking. You tried to keep it serious as he looked at you, sucking on his teeth for a second before his larger hand gently took yours, pulling it towards him, frowning as he saw the bite marks on your skin before he wiped his hand over them. Wincing as one of the scabs came off and a single dot of red appeared against you, watching as he leaned in close and the way his nose crinkled. Shuddering as his cool breath moved against your skin as he exhaled. His turn crumpling further as he let go of your wrist and allowed you to pull it back.

"Honestly, I can't make out you at the moment. You just smell like my dad. Have you gotten any of your own stuff since you arrived?" Sighing as you shake your head and he stands up, throwing the dishes in the sink with a slight clatter as he grabs a hoodie you hadn't noticed on the chair and pulls it on.

"Come on, we'll get you something better than his ratty shit to wear, and when you get back, you're having a shower."

~~

The bright lights of the supermarket had clearly bothered Michael throughout the trip out, wearing thick sunglasses and the face-mask to hide his still slightly gruesome appearance from the public. Watching as he rubbed his temples and his eyes from time to time, like he was trying to dispel a growing migraine. Pushing the cart infront of you, you had tried to pick some clothes that were comfortable and easy to put on. T-shirts, some jeans, a couple of skirts. Underwear. You still weren't sure what had happened to the set that you'd taken off for your first bath in the house, but something told you that William would deny anything had happened if you asked him.

"Where is he today?" You ask as you looked at body wash, trying to find your usual scent and opening the caps carefully to sniff before placing them back. Michael shuffled behind you quietly, the loud environment and lights taking a toll on him physically and mentally as it took him a moment to respond.

"Probably cleaning the place up. Oh, and 'food' run." He air-quoted food, giving you an idea of what he might be up to. Swallowing dryly before you picked out your necessary toiletries, feeling conscious of how much it was all going to cost, and you weren't even sure where your card was to pay for it all. Michael had already leant you a pair of his jeans from when he was a teenager, and they had been a tight fit. Realising that he's always been a lanky man was somewhat comforting, but you did wonder how long ago that had been for him.

Finishing up quickly, Michael gently bumped you out of the way to pay, much to your protests and especially to your protests as he grabbed the heavy bags filled with various snacks, drinks, clothes and toiletries. Carrying them as if they were nothing to him, although his shoulders visibly relaxed as you both stepped outside into the cooler air, the light much more soft and natural.

"Thank you Michael."

"For the love of god woman, you can call me Mike. But, I do have a question for you." He asked, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, you could tell he was looking at you.

"Alright, that seems a little unfair on you, but ask away."

"Back in the pizzeria, how did you know my name?"

You froze up as he asked, thinking back to the darkness. The bear staring at you from around the shelf with hollowed out eyes, the soft whispering, cold air moving against you like some living, breathing thing.

"Can you please help my brother?"

"There was...I don't know how to say it without sounding utterly crazy." You laughed, swallowing and furrowing your brows as you both walked along the side of the road, Mike standing next to the road and keeping you away from it. Looking at your borrowed shoes before you took a deep breath and talked slowly. "There was..a bear.."

"Freddy, yeah he's kinda the face of the whole thing."

"No, like a yellow one." You watched as Mike paused, stopped dead in his tracks as he tilted his head to look at you, studying your features before nudging you down a slightly worn path towards the woods. He clearly wanted to be away from the road.

"Go on..."

"And there were like...these whispers. I thought I was going crazy, but one of them.. they told me your name, they asked me to help you." You explained, watching the woods draw closer as you heard the bags rustling and suddenly Michael took your hand, squeezing it tightly as he didn't look at you. His head keeping up despite the fact you could feel his hand shaking, your brow furrowing as he kept walking, not saying anything for a few moments before he spoke in a shaking voice.

"Can you do me a favour? If you go back...can you ask them if they can forgive me?" He asked, swallowing softly as he slowed his walking as you approached the wooded area. You gave his hand a squeeze back, confused as to what he would need to be forgiven for, but noticing how whatever it was affected him in ways he wasn't willing to talk about.

"Of course."

"And please don't mention it to my dad."

The rest of the walk was silent, but the coolness of Mike's hand against yours as he clung desperately to you like a scared child was enough to speak to you both.

You were both going home to your own monsters.

[ro-xxo]

Hello, hello !! 💟

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My name is Ro, my pronouns are she/they/he, and it’s wonderful to meet you all !!

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pretty thing posts (posts about me !!! or posts written for me. *both sfw and nsfw*)

(this will be added to as well <3)

Outside of Kink/Hypnosis:

hi hello yes these are my hobbies/interests/personals

POETRY !!!! (please ask about it if you’d like, i absolutely love sharing my works <3 i’ll probably create a side blog for them as well lol)

musical theatre

choir/singing in general

MUSIC !!! (another huge one, please please ask about my music <3)

creative writing

debate/law

psychology/human study

vintage/antique anything

thrifting !!!!

greek mythology/history

history <33

paganism/hellenism/polytheism

gaming !

voice acting/acting

ASL !!! (fucking hell i go feral for people that love to sign please talk to me about it)

linguistics

philosophy

baking

anything art related lol

playing guitar, drums, piano

etc !!!

That pretty much covers it !! Of course, this will be updated every so often. (last on 1/17/25)

Enjoy your stay !! <3

Last Orgasm: December 9th <3

[bloodspatteredletters]

“ Don’t you want to be loved by me ? “

Hello!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) My name is Luna, welcome to my blog! Here I will post about my yanblr yearnings, general thoughts, and anything else that comes to mind!

Tagging system!

# in the spotlight! ( Reblogs )

# knife in your back ( vents )

# mirror view ( yearning )

# bloody ink ( inbox answers )

# yap time ( general ramblings )

٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

About me! : I’m an alter in a system, and I’m the S/A trauma holder, and on rare occasions may post about it. ( with the proper tws first of course! )

I’m connected to certain animals as well, and they are associated with different moods of mine! Rabbits are connected to my traumatic memories, and Cats are connected to my lively energy! (๑•ᴗ•๑) there will be separate tags for them so you can gauge my mood!

# Bunny 🐰

# Kitty cat 🐈

Important info : I cannot follow people back because this is a sideblog, but I appreciate every follower I may get! Also don’t feel afraid to become an anon, I don’t bite! ( unless you want me to! )

Anon list : ( none! )

[haootia]

i mentioned this in the tags of a post the other day but i want to share more of my vintage tumblr memories for those who werent there to experience them (you lucked out)

the block button didnt do anything except hide that blog from your notifications. they could still follow you and interact with all your posts you just wouldnt see it in your activity.

pursuant to that, if someone violated your DNFI (blog rules were called DNFIs before they were called BYFs before they were called DNIs) and you wanted them off your blog the only option was to send them an ask saying "unfollow me" and hope on the honor system they did.

this is probably why callouts were such a massive part of the blogging ecosystem , if someone annoyed you or was mildly problematic the only sure way to get them to stop was to run them off the site completely.

you probably remember that being able to actually disable reblogs on a post is a pretty new feature, before that it was part of the same honor system as DNFIs. in the old days there were roving gangs of troll blogs solely dedicated to finding vent posts tagged "dont reblog" and reblogging them, including copying over text that was in the tags / readmore.

to evade the troll blogs people had to start tagging their posts with increasingly obtuse typing quirks like "d0%t r38l09". speaking of tags,

the habit of adding slashes to the end of trigger tags is because tumblrs search feature and url parsing used to be Even More Dogshit than it is now and if a tag had certain characters in it (hyphens and i believe asterisks also worked) you couldnt browse it on the blog. this was considered good etiquette to show you cared about your followers wellbeing by not letting them doomscroll the trigger tags, and also made it harder for trolls to find triggering pics to spam your inbox with when you had a controversial take on steven universe ship dynamics. sometimes people just added a bunch of random numbers to the end of a tag like "blood 363820" which had the same effect of making it unsearchable but still worked for the blacklist because

blacklisting was a browser extension. you couldnt blacklist on the app for YEARS. old school users remember when xkit was an actual necessity to interact with the site. ancient school users remember tumblr savior.

this post is already too long so lets do a lightning round: having your blog index page automatically redirect to your aesthetic tag. custom cursors with particle effects. everyones blog being an unreadable pastel-on-white 8pt text nightmare. alternatively, everyones blog being a garish red-on-black knife emoji nightmare. follow forevers. i hear promo hour still survives as a relic population in some circles. kin pages with 75 grid icons sorted into literally me / primary / secondary / tertiary with discrete DNFI rules. every personal post being tagged "lms if read". post limit blogs. hunger games simulator and xyzzy and rabb.it and drawpile and skype groupchats. if you remember tanburu honestly you should be getting paid survivors benefits. i could list a bunch of big name callouts that would overtake some of you with a precipitous feeling of dread but i wont because i know some of them are still on this website Right Now. im not even a real Tumblr Old i was 11 years old in 2014 and i know the true elders have secrets i cannot comprehend. its so dark in here. i remember when DMs were new.

[di1emma-danger]

☆welcome to my blog!!!☆

haii :D im ash!!!

my pronouns r he/they/it/bite :3 im also pansexual and a trans guy!

im a high schooler :P

i have tourettes syndrome, epilepsy, mdd, and anxiety

my sideblogs r @clearingthroat (vents/gore), @against-life-as-a-symptom (art, though i also post art here), @d1lemmaaa (kjrp), and @gerard-ways-right-sock (mostly made that bc there's a left sock blog lmao)

im also a therian!!! my theriotypes are a jaguar, a black jaguar, and a northern long-eared bat :] feel free to ask about them!

my blog is matching with my friend, @gay-little-freak!!

i went to one more time tour and saw ptv and blink-182 7/11/24!!!!

free palestine🇵🇸

i lovelovelove music!!! lots of different types!! i have my headphones on pretty much 24/7, you'll never see me with em off hehe

i have lots of favorite bands!! in no specific order, they're my chemical romance, pierce the veil, blink 182, hozier, green day, tv girl, lemon demon, system of a down, slipknot, leathermouth, frank iero, mailpup, salv the dog, s3rl, sodikken, weezer, ghost, femtanyl, insane clown posse, simple plan, fall out boy, and h3artcrush :33

my favorite genres r emo music and loudloudloud stuff that i can blow my eardrums out with!!!!

please send music recommendations x3

my current and past hyperfixations:

fnaf, gore, cannibalism, lobotomies, mcr, olms, plushies, ranboo, dsmp (this was like 4 years ago don't execute me please), furries, dinosaurs, saw (2004)

tags:

#thoughts : my og posts!!

#horny for frank iero : uh. i think this one is somewhat self explanatory :')

#asks : any asks people send me!!! (please send me asks ily)

#me : pics of me :33

i started doing these after i started posting, so its technically not all of my posts.

DNI:

homophobes/transphobes, ableists, zoophiles, racists, incest, and other basic dni. that includes assholes.

other random stuffs!!!

-my favorite color is neon green

-my favorite animals are snakes and olms

-pleaseee use tonetags im really bad at deciphering things lol

-im really cool and a really great guy this is Certified by the Government

-i love to draw and make things!! i make a lot of kandi and cosplays. lmk if you want to see any of my cosplays :3

-i have a youtube channel with 17.8k subscribers!! i dont like giving it out, but dm me if you want it :]

-i collect soda tabs and plushies

pictures of me, my killjoy oc, and blinkies/stamps below the cut!!!

this is me!!!!

my killjoy oc!!!!

DILEMMA DANGER!!! (name by @gay-little-freak :3)

dilemma is mostly based off of me, so we're kinda similar!!

pronouns: he/they

gender: male (trans)

sexuality: panromantic asexual

he lovessss music, and he plays the guitar xP

he wears this a lot!!!

this is what he looks like!!! i havent actually drawn them a full reference yet, i still need to. look out for that!!

i roleplay as him sometimes!!!

whenever a post is him talking, itll be set up like this:

text goes here

-dilemma danger

sometimes it wont have the "-dilemma danger" part, but only if ive already stated it earlier in the conversation :]

he is a MAJOR crash king. he has a singular brain cell and he does not use it hehe

hes got sharp teeth and a dirty blonde fluffy mullet that usually covers his eyes.

he actually is very good at fighting, when he needs to be!!

hes tall and lanky and has a diagonal scar from his cheek to his nose from a clap with some dracs.

he hatesssss firefights and hes not very good at shooting, so he usually carries around a knife! he still uses his gun though, just not often.

he likes zone five the most and is debating finding a place there to live, but he currently lives on the cusp of zone three and four.

he does have a group, but im still developing them :]

BLINKIES!!!

thanks for reading :D this ended up really long hehe

[dreamtofswallowingcoins]

vent and complaining. probably will be long. normally I’d journal but i felt like shouting to the void instead

tw for depression, spiral-y anxiety, school threat concerns, and concerns for others’ suicidal thoughts

my bandwidth is so shot. It would be amazing if I only had one person I was worrying about dying (really, it would be wonderful if I didn’t have to worry at all!). But between my sibling getting an actual knife pulled on them TWICE and getting threatened with a school shootout and still being in class with this kid AND my partner being in a near-constant state of feeling suicidal (or close-to), I’m just tired. It’s going to start getting dark and cold and my seasonal depression is going to hit in addition to the regular depression. I’m trying to get a job but the imposter syndrome and rejection sensitivity are starting to sting. Tried to get into new school for the fall but ran into issues and need to sort that out and maybe then it’ll work for winter. My car/transportation is STILL iffy and needs work. I need to email my doctor to get them to send me the thing they were supposed to and get my rx filled properly (and will probably have to fight the pharmacy AGAIN. Can they all just do their jobs please I’m so tired of chasing problems and fixing things). Partner’s rx also need fixing. I got a parking ticket because my most recent interview went long. AND my partner feels bad for needing support because we both need so much comfort and we’re both just sapped. And this is just off the top of my head. My list is in the other room and it’s overwhelming. Just!!! Please can I get a win here!!!

but I don’t have anyone I can come to about this. New acquaintances (assuming I miraculously manage to actually gather the spoons to use and maintain the very rarely won contact info I just got) don’t need all this— and it feels selfish to ask so much. I’ve been ghosted by 4/5 therapists I’ve reached out to so far and I need help navigating the scheduling and insurance to even try to make progress with the one who did respond. I’m too scared of triggering someone I care about and adding another name to my list up above— everyone I know is struggling and I don’t want to push them further. And the people I know who aren’t struggling are, apparently, pretty toxic and will suggest just drinking more water and trying harder about it.

actually writing this out I might reach out to a friend(s) from out of town. Also struggling afaik, and we haven’t really breached this level of support, but they’re not so close to everything and idk I feel like i can ask and they’ll be honest if they have too much on their plate?? Idk. Idk idk idk idk. I guess I just need to talk with someone. I want someone to tell me it will be okay and I want to be able to believe them. I don’t want my partner or sibling to die. I don’t want everything to break and get bad. I need things to start working and getting better. Please. Can things please start to get better? It might not fix it but I would really like some validation and to scootch the lid so I can let some steam out and keep my pot from exploding.

I will probably delete later because it’s a lot and I just feel bad but, vulnerable and uncomfortable as it is, I am seeking human connection (late at night, under a read more, of a small blog, without tags, where it’s unlikely anyone will see it) so, for the first time, here’s a vent as I try to muster up hope, the energy to ask for (more) help, and try to keep my world together

if we’re mutuals or regulars and you do read this, I have so much going on and have very few spoons so idk if I can promise a response, but idk just a little reassurance or like, actually good advice from someone who’s Been Thru It(tm) would be very welcome. Or hell, something light, send me a cat picture and tell me about them idk. I’m sorry, I probably won’t respond quickly. I’m just feeling lonely and trying to tread water. No pressure, of course. (Not fishing for notes but even just liking would mean a lot right now? I’m not alone in the universe kinda deal?). I know sleep will help and I will in all likelihood delete this, so really, no pressure! Still. Right now it would mean a lot.