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eggcats · 7 months ago

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I got distracted thinking about Housewife Vox, and if I had Vox's powers, I'd have blown out the city's power grid. So this is a completely self-indulgent (with some nsfw-ish near the end) fic offshoot of that post.

The other post you can choose to be one-sided, but this RadioStatic is reciprocated here. You were warned.

There's like, quite literally over 3k words here, and none of the (mild) nsfw-ish stuff doesn't even start until we hit 2k. Oops.

Alastor isn't completely unaware he's essentially kidnapped someone to live with him, in a way that could be misconstrued as a partner. He's been in hell for about 20 years, and before that, he lived in areas no one would exactly call....normal to typical white picket fence Americana. He's not completely ignorant of how it looks.

However, he's never been really good at noticing when other people have Those Kinds of feelings towards himself. (He doesn't feel those things, and so he doesn't even notice any supposed signals being sent). It's not even always intentional, it just never occurs to him that someone could (or would) be interested in him in such a way.

And so. He doesn't realize how Vox feels towards him. Not until he invites him to Cannibal Town to meet his beloved Rosie, and Vox can barely bring himself to be his typical charming self.

The tea is awkward, and Alastor is a little upset that, apparently, Vox is only okay with his cannibalism when it's not in his face - but isn't willing to accept it when he can't ignore it. Alastor is aware that his tastes are a little alarming to most of hell's population, but he thought Vox accepted it in him. (Perhaps he only made him dinner when it was venison because he could ignore the rest of it? Alastor assumed he usually prepared his sinner meat simply because he was the one bringing it in, but perhaps he was mistaken.)

It's not until the next time he visits his dear friend and he laments the issue when he discovers the truth. (He adores his Rosie, but the laughter she did in his face for his confusion he could have lived without. If he was any less of a gentleman, he would have mocked her snorting, but alas, his mother raised him better than that).

So now Alastor has to consider the fact that Vox himself is also aware of the strange dynamic they are living under and is apparently very interested in keeping it. (Even to the point of trying to scare off potential competition, an idea that is so laughable that he can't help but chuckle a bit.)

If that's the case, then he will simply continue on as normal. If he mentions him and Rosie simply being extremely close but neither having any romantic interest in the other before the next time he invites Vox to Cannibal Town, there's nothing more to it. (Vox's expression after doesn't do anything to him, nor is he pleasantly surprised how non-judgemental his picture box is when he isn't attempting to stake a non-contested claim. He also pointedly ignores any looks Rosie might be throwing him behind Vox's back.)

Alastor, therefore, believes himself to have resolved this "issue."

Vox, however, doesn't realize how blatant his affections are and is somehow convinced he's keeping them hidden. Vox, while enjoying PRETENDING to be a housewife to an attractive (cannibalistic, violent...oh, those teeth...) man, is terrified of accidentally crossing a line he's not aware of. He knows Alastor is okay with how they're currently operating, because Alastor is the one who created it. But, he hasn't shown any interest in anything MORE, and so Vox feels like he must content himself with just that - fantasies.

(If he sometimes imagines being swept off his feet when Alastor gets home and ravished on "their" marriage bed, well, that's between him and the walls).

Or it would be, if Alastor wasn't Alastor.

See. Alastor has a great deal of affection for Vox, but he's aware that they are in hell and that no one is here by accident. He doesn't LIKE the idea that Vox may simply be using his own interest for an advantage over him when he's vulnerable, but Alastor can't deny the very distinct possibility.

Even excepting that issue, Vox himself did not land in hell with the same right-out-the-gate power, and as it stands, any of Alastor's enemies would surely target Vox as a weakness of his. While certainly his picture box isn't completely as helpless as he likes to pretend, the idea of anyone even attempting to stake any kind of claim on him makes Alastor want to bite something.

So whenever he leaves, he uses his shadows to observe what Vox does on his own in Alastor's living space. He doesn't tell Vox this for a magnitude of reasons - wanting to see how he operates when he thinks he's alone, as well as Alastor having the ability to self-reflect enough to know his possessive ownership of things he considers HIS isn't something most others are okay with when that comes to other people.

(Alastor will find out later that Vox is absolutely more than okay with Alastor considering him his and very much LIKES his possessive attitude).

And for the most part, Vox doesn't do anything of note. Alastor has his shadows keep watch on him, but to allow Vox his privacy, he doesn't actually have them report directly or watch through them - unless his shadows believe something is relevant for him to see. So for a few weeks, his shadows presence around Vox when he is away is more of a security measure than anything else.

But eventually, they pick up on something strange. It's not a lot at a time, but it seems like Vox has taken it upon himself to steal small amounts of money from him. Alastor tries to negate this by simply inviting Vox shopping along with him and allowing him to choose whatever he wants to purchase. Alastor has even suggested Vox going shopping with his money on his own (while being protected from the shadows, of course) but even that was rejected.

Alastor can't understand any of it. He would understand if Vox was looking for some kind of escape from living with him, but the one (and only) time Alastor suggested Vox having his own place to live, Vox looked like he had shot his beloved pet in front of him. (Alastor is ignoring how pleased he is by this response. He didn't WANT his Vox to leave, but he refuses to be a similar man to his father and force him to. He enjoys treating Vox as if he belongs to him, but he wants Vox to want the leash - and not force it upon him).

Perhaps he simply enjoys theft. There are worse sins in hell, and it's not like Alastor is HIDING his money from him. The money would have undoubtedly been spent on his picture box regardless, so he doesn't mind as long as it brings him pleasure. To each their own.

Except one day after Alastor leaves, so does Vox. Which isn't completely unheard of, but him taking the stolen cash IS enough of a deviation from normal that his shadows alert him about it.

So Alastor follows him, determined to understand how the mind of his picture box works (so he can take care of him better so he'll never leave). And Vox goes clothes shopping, which wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, except he (very poorly, his dear Vox is many things, but unnoticeable is not one of them) sneaks into the women's section and selects one, very simple, 1950s style dress.

Alastor wonders if he finally figured out the issue. For some reason, his Vox wants to wear women's clothing but isn't comfortable letting HIM know that. His dislike of both purchasing such items with Alastor (as well as simply shopping when Alastor would be aware he is, and expect to see what was purchased) makes sense to him.

This is easily solved. The idea that Alastor would CARE what clothing his picture box wants to wear is laughable - cannibalism is fine, but a dress is too far? Ridiculous.

He knows Vox has not been in hell for very long, so perhaps he hasn't yet realized that such societal taboos are generally accepted, considering the large magnitude of sins the rest of the population has committed. Not to mention that even while he was alive, he knew a great deal of people who regularly cross-dressed (such people were generally rejected by society enough to not care about anything society rejected about HIM).

Alastor is a little personally upset that his picture box believes HIMSELF to be someone who would be upset by something so minor, but perhaps they simply haven't lived together long enough. Regardless, now Alastor has a solution to this theft issue, and then he can purchase as many clothes, in whichever styles, for his dear. And perhaps he'll come to him the next time he wishes for something of his own.

Issue number two, resolved.

Sort of.

Vox has been planning this outing for months. He's been meticulous about only taking small amounts of money at a time to avoid detection. Vox is fairly certain Alastor doesn't suspect a thing - or else why would he continue to let his money be unguarded around him or take him on shopping trips and buying whatever he happens to look at for more than a few seconds.

Surely, if Alastor noticed the small amounts of change going missing every so often, he'd kick Vox out. (The time Alastor suggested he find his own place, he's certain his heart stopped for the second time. Luckily, before he could say anything incriminating about how much he WANTED to live with Alastor, he changed his mind about removing Vox from his life).

He knows it's a big risk, but a part of him NEEDS to fully embrace this fantasy of being a housewife. It's all he can think about.

(He might have convinced himself that if he can have one (1) singular self-indulgent fantasy to his heart's content on a day he knows Alastor will be gone, maybe he can put this behind him and stop wishing for more than he can have. It's one thing to pretend to be his housewife, but he knows it will never happen - if he can just get it out of his system, maybe he can Stop This Nonsense).

The entire walk to the clothing store Vox feels like he's being watched. Which he KNOWS is ridiculous - the only time anyone ever pays him any attention is when he's next to Alastor - but the feeling persists. It makes him even more anxious about this purchase than he already is (but he's committed at this point so he can't quit now).

Vox selects a fairly modest dress in a style that he had seen any number of women wearing when he was alive. (He tries to ignore how he has to make sure it buttons up due to his head. He's only insecure about it when he thinks about it, so if he ignores it, he can pretend he looks like anyone else).

He makes it back home to Alastor's place with plenty of time before he's due to be back, and so he wastes no time in changing.

When Vox returns home, Alastor fully intended on leaving his shadow and no longer observing him. The only thing he wanted to make sure was that he returned before Vox had the chance to change out of his dress, so Alastor could show what a good mate how little he cared about such frivolous things and perhaps be permitted to help him select such clothing on his next outing.

However, Vox's sudden utterance of his name was certainly unexpected. Alastor almost left his shadows, certain (somehow) he had been caught and spotted, and planned on how to explain his observation in a way that Didn't alarm his partner.

Except. Nothing about whatever else Vox is doing seems to indicate that he knows Alastor is watching. Vox seems to be having an internal conversation with some imaginary version of himself, as he seems to be responding to words that no one (and certainly not Alastor) is saying. This is a unique development that Alastor did not anticipate, and he is not entirely certain how to continue from here. Certainly, Vox is under the assumption that he is alone now, but everything else he is doing indicates that on some level he is pretending Alastor is also with him.

Surely the correct thing to do would be to watch to make sure he has not missed anything with Vox’s recent behavior towards himself.

Nothing catches Alastor quite off guard more than when Vox suddenly tosses himself onto his own bed, with a breathy “Oh, Alastor!” accompanying it. This is certainly something the real Alastor has never done, and he is currently uncertain why the sudden imitation is being performed.

Until Vox begins to touch himself (while continuing to say his name) and suddenly Alastor realizes what is going on.

Oh. That’s. Unexpected.

Is this the reason for the dress purchase? Or are they unrelated? Certainly Vox has never done quite so intimate things while saying his name before, as there is no way his shadows would NOT inform him of such activity. Does the dress arouse him in this way, or-?

Oh. Vox seems to have purchased the appropriate panties for such an outfit as well. Alastor has quite a good view now, and can see just how excited his picture box is with this apparent fantasy. He hasn’t removed any clothes yet, but considering his breathy whines and moans this is not a deterrent in the least (perhaps it enhances the sensation)?

This is quite the new development and Alastor isn’t quite certain what would be the most appropriate course of action. Certainly, despite his words saying otherwise, Vox is very unaware of just what show he is putting on for Alastor. Typically the correct course of action would be to leave him his own privacy.

But for whatever reason Alastor cannot turn his eyes away.

Alastor knows himself, and his wants and desires and has never felt the desire or need to do such carnal actions, such as those being performed in his name. However, it never occurred to him how pleasing it could be to hear his name being spoken in such needy tones. He knows he quite enjoys it when those he is tearing apart are begging for mercy, but it never occurred to him that he might enjoy the same things in a dramatically different context.

Alastor watches as Vox raises his dress, and begins to touch himself through his panties. Despite being clothed, he can see everything quite clearly and watches as Vox becomes more and more aroused. It’s not until a breathy “Alastor, please!” is uttered that Vox finally shoves down his panties and takes himself properly in his hand. It’s….quite a captivating sight.

He watches as Vox becomes more and more excited, his mouth open as he pants, little digital hearts visible in his eyes, and a constant array of gasps and moans of his name being sung into the air above him. It’s more entrancing than anything he has ever seen before, and Alastor can understand wanting someone to desire you if this is how it looks to be worshiped.

Alastor will purchase him the entire clothing store if this is his response to such clothing. So help him, Vox will never wear pants again if he can help it.

It doesn’t take long for Vox to bring himself to completion, with a crescendo of Alastor’s name that he will save in his microphone for all of eternity, lest he dare forget the beauty of it. Alastor has not seen anything more divine than Vox with his back arched, crying his name, as he finishes all over himself with just the imagination of Alastor being there.

Vox will never be allowed to utter another name from his mouth in such a way or Alastor will rip their spine out of their mouth for even daring to attempt it. Vox belongs to him, and he will never make those noises or put on a show for anyone other than Alastor (even if he has to chain his soul to himself to prevent it).

Alastor watches as Vox recovers, panting and coming down from his euphoria, and considers his next move. He is…unsure…how to broach such a topic to him, as this is nowhere near his specialty and such actions typically do not arouse much interest in him.

He had plans for providing Vox the dresses and other clothing he desired, but bringing up these specific desires has never before been something he has ever wanted. (But oh, how he now wants). It’s a unique experience to want to watch as Vox takes himself apart for him (wanting to take him apart himself) but not simply just wanting it as seemingly others do.

However, he is broken from his reverie by the noise of crying, and not the delicious version that he was just privy to. No, these are tears born of heartbreak and Alastor is both confused and alarmed by their appearance. Surely this type of self-pleasure is supposed to be pleasurable to the one doing it, or else why would anyone ever do such a thing?

Why is his beautiful noisy picture box upset and who does he have to gut to prevent it from ever happening again?

He watches as Vox hugs himself on his bed and mumbles something that sounds alarmingly like “Stupid, like he’d ever want something that looks like you….” and Alastor is leaving his shadows before he even realizes he’s doing it. Before Vox notices he’s no longer alone, Alastor has wrapped his arms around him and holds him tight.

(Vox might have yelped in surprise and accidentally shocked Alastor in his charming way where he can’t control his electrical impulses. Alastor responds with his own pleasing radio waves to relax his current until it returns to normal).

It seems to take a second for Vox to realize that Alastor being present means that he must have in some way witnessed his previous actions (and can certainly see not only him in a dress, but one that is very clearly wrecked in one very specific way). It is always so fascinating to watch how emotions play out on the face of his picture box, and this is no exception. However, before Vox can once again send himself down into the pit of self-loathing, Alastor hums a tune and rubs his own cheek against Vox’s.

“I must know. Was this a response to the dress or myself?”

“Wh-what?!”

“Regardless, I will purchase whatever dresses you desire if this is the result. My only requirement is that you allow me to be present next time.”

“H-how…?! What? Uh….I mean….you’re not…mad?”

“Why on earth would I be upset? Unless of course you meant to do this in a way where you would refuse my participation or observations, in which case I will lock you away until you change your mind.”

“You-you WANT to be involved? But you’ve never-?”

“Oh certainly! While I’ve never desired such things for myself, watching you desire them is certainly an experience I would like to have! You are such a fascinating creature, darling, and I must keep such things all to myself.”

“Can….can I kiss you?”

While doing such actions has never been something Alastor has had much interest in, doing them with Vox and watching his responses to them is quite another story. Left to his own devices, he would never desire such things nor wish to do any of them - but looking into the shy and hopeful eyes of his delightful picture box changes his perspective quite a bit. He has the most entertaining and pleasing responses to quite literally anything Alastor does to him, and it is quite enthralling the effect he has on the other.

He will be holding onto him for as long as he can, digging his claws into Vox so deeply that he will not ever be able to even imagine an afterlife without Alastor present.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #radiostatic #staticradio #staticlovetune #i think thats the reciprocal one #help ive fallen in 2sided radiostatic and i cant get up #fic #mine #be nice to me ive never actually written anything more than a fic prompt #but this wont leave my head so i have to write it or perish #also vox crossdresses a bit here bc housewife vox is too hot of a image to contain itself #wow i wrote a lot of words #watch as Alastor becomes more and more possessive as this goes on lmao #he witnessed vox pleasure himself to him once and was immediately like i will destroy anyone who even thinks of you like this you are MINE #Housewife Vox AU

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snailcubezz · 1 year ago

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im thorney. And im towers. the asylum brothers

#🐠.txt #psychonauts #is this anything #i wanted to make an image for this but im too brainfried to draw rn #but that meme format wont leave my head #im whispering . and im rock #the camp counselors #<- need to workshop that one to include all 3 of them

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rapidhighway · 2 years ago

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Hey being aroace is already so hard to describe and explain

#me saying that i want this mystical partner that will pretty much just be my friend but its kinda official but im not even that eager to #get that #especially when im in an environment where i have many friends now who wont just up and leave and eho actually value my wellbeing #i don't need a qpr or a relationship or whatever rn at all #sorry this is so hard to explain i feel like i made a mess of this person's head now #because i have this image of a relationship id like to be in and intold them about it #but it's like #not something i WANT right noe #now*#its not something i need ot even strive for its just something i think would be nice to have in the vague fantasy of a future i like to #imagine for myself #and now i get told thatnhey this other friend of mine who i love very much has a similar view of a relationship so we should get together #as if that would be any different #they are not even aroace byw #idk man #this is a mess #ughsnjdjs #the experience of being aroace in a society that doesn't get it at all is pretty much impossible to define i think. honestly

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dick-chugger · 4 days ago

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Can someone make my intrusive thoughts go away please

#seeing a gross fucking image in my head and it wont leave #not the worst ive had but not fun #kososkas yapping

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lowpawly · 11 months ago

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do other people also get insane guilt about having weight based body dysmorphia. it's like you know I've grown so much I love fat people I want to love my body but something is stopping me and no matter what its like I'm always surrounded by this demon encouraging me to engage in old bad behaviors. and it's like fuck dude you know better than that why won't it fucking click!!!!!!!!!!!

#txt #tw eating disorders #tw body image #MY PARENTS WERE AWFUL ABOUT IT AND THEY WONT LEAVE MY HEAD AAAAAAAAAAA I HATE YOU MOM FUCK OFF

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oh-gh0st · 1 year ago

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ok i actually need ot ramble ab that wip

#ghosts rambles #in the tags ofc. smiles #no cause i have been DYING to actually animate something and the thought popped into my mind the other day #like i was rereading the isolation imagine and i was seeing it play out vividly in my head and i just. what if i animated that #i had a couple hours to kill tonight and i was stupid bored so i got to drawing !#the good thing about this is that i dont really have to quote on quote animate???#like no over the top frame by frame stuff. its a lot of still frames and only slight movements #or repeating ones #there was only 15 storyboard images i did for this so i think that says a lot #plus i like leaving it at a cliffhanger technically. u get to imagine how they work it out ^-^#there's 11 unique backgrounds i have to do and Hopefully the editing of frames wont be hard. like the phone turning on and off #and light sources from like the sun outside w choro or the light from the shades in ghosts bedroom #and obviously this will take a while. like i cant promise a definitive date of when itll be done #earliest is like prob by the end of november depending on my schedule and motivation #OK RAMBLE OVER. if u have any questions feel free to ask ^-^ i heart talking

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nagalias-mindscape · 2 years ago

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I’m writing a fanfic. It’s SCP based, and Iceberg basically contains the inevitable heat-death of the Universe inside of him due to his anomaly. He does learn how to use said anomaly to be non-destructive, and I was dared to write a one-shot (crack) meeting between Iceberg and the Scarlet King, and I need to paint a (text) picture down at the end. Please bear with me as I explain some (a lot) background before then. This is a bit long, so sorry. This is entirely based on my fanfic, so there will be (many) instances that may not fit with what’s on the Wiki (go figure).

Now, Icy has Plot Armor by virtue of being the Main Character and I haven't killed him off yet. It’s also explained, by this point in the main story that this off-shoot crack piece takes place in, that Iceberg’s anomaly lets him ‘drain’ energy from all sources of power, and all life / death is a form of energy (the sun and the earth's core are... things he pointedly Does-Not-Think-About). The Scarlet King in this story is also not a mindless, vengeful creature hell-bent of the destruction and breaking of the Multiverse.

The Scarlet King in this story is a tired Eldritch God whose very nature of being is that of apathy and entropy. He was the First-Before-Creation and all that jazz, and his worshippers don’t dispute this.

However, he is apathy and entropy. Thus, he is controlled by his followers, who gave him his powers all those eons ago. His followers tried to make sense of how their God could have children, and believing that their God was eventually going to destroy the world (he just desires to go back to a simpler time, when Humanity didn’t have control over him), they chose the most horrible thing they could as both a power move to the People-Following-Other-Gods and as a warning to Future Generations to Not-Anger-Our-God. So instead of asexual reproduction and simply willing a creature into creation, the Scarlet King now has a singular wife who was the exact opposite of him in terms of most everything.

Then over the years as things changed, because they believed that this Scarlet King was Evil Incarnate, they made him break his wife’s spirit and then impregnate the now seven broken spirits of his once-wife. So instead of one child and one bride, he now has seven children and seven wives.

(The God-Wives don’t hate him for this, though. They’re also an Eldritch being, and Humanity’s Faith has always held a weird sway over them. Especially for one like the Scarlet King whose powers and abilities are influenced by how others perceive him.)

Please bear with me, I’m getting to the meeting between Iceberg and the Scarlet King and the image I want to impart upon people. It just takes a bit of set up to understand why the Scarlet King doesn’t kill Iceberg on-the-spot and why such a meeting would even take place despite the Foundations efforts.

So. Seven wives, seven kids. Except, humanity then begins to gain an almost fanatic, fever-like worship of the Scarlet King and all that they made him to be and all that they will one day make him. Which makes everything take a turn for the worst when they decide that effigies are the best way to ‘become’ the Scarlet King or one of his wives. The best way to worship him and all that he is and all that he will be.

So, a ritual was made. The most recent example of this ritual being used, at the time of the fanfic I’m writing, would be 4231. Which makes Dr. Clef one of the Scarlet Kings wives and Meridiana (SCP-166) one of the Scarlet King’s children. By proxy, because that's what the ritual was for. And it works, because Humanity is something even True Gods fear to be remembered by.

I’m getting to the point of all this, I promise.

Iceberg and Dr. Clef get along in this story. It takes a bit of time to get there, and it’s still a mostly professional relationship, but Meri and Iceberg are basically like siblings due to main-story based events.

SCP-999 is also fond of Iceberg, and doesn’t mind Iceberg’s anomalous cold if he’s allowed to approach at his own pace and bribed with sweets. SCP-682 allows Iceberg’s presence on the condition that Iceberg provides a heavy blanket layer of snow to help nullify the pain he’s in simply by existing in a plane of reality he shouldn’t technically be in.

For reasons explained in the actual story, the Scarlet King also has ‘children’ in the form of SCPs 408 and 3999. 3999 and 408 mostly like Iceberg thanks to Darven (who is both a 'child' and 'grandchild' of the Scarlet King by proxy for weird reasons relating entirely to 408), but it doesn’t change the fact that they do think somewhat fondly of him. In the case of 3999, they’re still connected to James Talloran, who survived the encounter but is permanently connected to 3999 and thus is a child of the Scarlet King only on a technicality, which doesn’t matter in the grand scope of things. 3999 doesn’t actually give a shit about Iceberg, but can’t do anything about it since Iceberg’s snow nullifies its reality-bending powers to a pretty heavy degree. That Iceberg has no desire to ‘take away’ James Talloran also helps the ‘inaction’ part.

Okay, background done. On to what I actually wanted to share.

The Scarlet King ‘brings’ Iceberg to him, because he’s curious about who has managed to enrapture so many of these effigy-folk of his wives and children. Because that can be dangerous, and the Scarlet King likes to keep an eye on those that can control him. He's tired of that, after all. Iceberg doesn’t really give a shit because this is all outside his pay grade and give-a-damn but since the Scarlet King isn’t trying to attack or kill him, he’s willing to talk. Which is all the Scarlet King wants. To Talk.

So, they talk. There’s some (idle) threats made and some non-sequiturs as the Scarlet King tries to figure out which reality he just abducted this Special-Weird person from who is almost on the path to become a literal ‘God’ of the ‘Universal Heat Death’ or something similar, it can't really tell at this stage of mock ascension. Iceberg demonstrates his powers and causes the Scarlet King’s personal realm to become cloaked in a layer of snow, although the Scarlet King still has his powers despite the ‘power drain’ of Iceberg’s Devouring-Abyssal Ice and Sheer Cold. The two settle down for tea, because the Scarlet King isn’t actually a being just trying to destroy the world. He’s just a tired entity who wants people to stop making him out to be this horrible thing that’s Absolute Evil Incarnate, and Iceberg isn’t one of his worshippers. Iceberg’s perception of the Scarlet King doesn’t influence him beyond his own powers, and Iceberg’s snow is dampening the ever-present maddening-whisper of his actual worshippers.

This is the closest the Scarlet King has come to 'being free' of being commanded by Humanity since they first noticed him, and he's enjoying it.

It’s this tea scene that I need people to be aware of.

The Scarlet King, by virtue of being an Eldritch Being, is not bound by human proportions. Although vaguely human-shaped and proportioned by Iceberg’s perception of others- and the Scarlet King not wanting to break Iceberg by virtue of existing in the same plane of reality as an Eldritch Abomination- he’s still massive. Imagine standing next to the Burj Khalifa. That’s Iceberg and the Scarlet King.

And they’re having tea like nothing is wrong with this.

The tea set is sized correctly for humans such as Iceberg.

Please try to imagine what a tea cup sized for humans would look like in the hands of a person as tall as the world’s tallest building and sized appropriately everywhere else.

I can’t continue writing about the tea scene because of it. Neither Iceberg or the Scarlet King are bringing up the ant-sized tea cup on the Scarlet King’s fingers, but fuck. I’m laughing too much because.

Because the Scarlet King can just make the tea cup in his hands the right size for himself, but he’s not.

I can’t stop laughing. Help me, void!

#text #Fanfiction #scp foundation #dr. iceberg #Scarlet King #This counts as some major crack I think #I can't stop laughing at the mental image I've been writing and it hurts #This is the happy-good-feeling brain chemical my brain needed these past three months #but now my sides and lungs hurt #Maybe the void that I'm shouting into can enjoy the mental image too #Sorry for the post but I needed to share this to get it out of my head #That's what this blog is for #Just mind-dumping shit that wont leave me alone in an attempt to force it to leave me alone

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wr-n · 2 years ago

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torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au

#brainrot strikes #wraith notes #im so sorry they wont leave me alone #i cant get the image of Nightmare sobbing out of my head #and the lore me and andi wrote #i cant sleep #Torment AU

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zemnarihah · 2 years ago

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prospective tenants are coming to tour my apartment today. feels weird.

#I dont like it like the idea of ppl in my home specifically to like. look around. feels invasive idk.#like ik its just to see the layout and stuff but its like. idk #also i wont be there. unless i leave class rlly early which i dont think im gonna do #so its extra weird bc theyre gonna be looking around my room while im gone. ik the manager will be there so nobody would do anything weird #but i have this like image in my head of someone sniffing my underwear or smth lol #im worried abt buttercup too im sure shell just hide under the bed but its like:( shes gonna be so scared #i didnt clean btw. honestly im kinda hoping it makes a bad enough impression that they dont schedule anymore until we move out and i dont #have to deal with it again #zem diary

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ace-detectiv3 · 18 days ago

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Can somwone give mw pictures of sharks

Or Gojira

#acedetective's silly thoughts #Thr image wont leave my head

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vanillabat99 · 1 year ago

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Depending on when I finish eating, I might go back to bed for a little bit. I hate being awake before 10AM, it makes me feel awful :/

Later, I think I'm going to take a proper look around for some music making software. I've tried MuseScore, and it's fine, but it's not able to do what I'm looking for and my understanding of music theory isn't good enough for me to confidently make anything in that format. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!!

#batty blogging #text #i was also thinking of taking another go a blender. i have an image in my head that wont leave and i would like to make it happen.#only perk of being up in the morning is seeing the sunrise. otherwise it sucks. but the sunrise is pretty good :3

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ilikerosesalot · 13 days ago

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AAAAAA IM GLAD MY REBLOGS MADE YOU HAPPY I WAS JUST SHARING MY JOY SEEING YOUR ART...and oh boy don't I have stuff to share. I have so many. Both of my own version and since yesterday your versions as well. Let me share some recent ones:

- Mizuki and Nene. In prsk theyre the ones that could clock Rui out the easiest and fastest. If the lore is relatively the same in the au (I assume some changes have been made but still, I feel like they get Rui the best), the Odile Sus quest could be with them. Both or either, it doesn't matter. I just have a scene of Rui going "I'm fine!" And then being like sure!!! But when he turns around Nene and Mizuki face each other and be like "oh sth is definitely up" lol

-Stars. Just stars. Prsk has alot of star theming. Tsukasa is a star. Do you think. Do you think that Rui. Looks at him. And thinks. About. Stars

- This is related to both your prsk Isat au and my own, but I was thinking ABT loop and characters like change god play into this. I think it would be funny if they were virtual singers. Idk, can't justify change god other than "Miku and the others is literally upto us to imagine what they're like" and loop cause, the virtual singers are directly born from the children's emotions. They're like, reflections of themselves sometimes right? Despite being different people. So. I only thought of it a bit ago so it's still cooking in my head.

-Isafrin and ruikasa parallels. That's all. That's how my own brainrot started anyways.

I have more. But they're all still forming/jumbled mess. So this is all I got for now. I also am hoping to put my ideas down into paper someday....isat combined with other things has rlly returned the near constant urge to draw I had a while ago. It's nice but my own studies take up so much time ;-; (I am currently working on a project as I'm writing this my work never stops ejejke). So I understand the dilemma you're in too ejrjr. If you do ever share more do know I will be at the first row seat just inhaling it all up. I too am insane about these ehdjdjd

(thank you for letting my feast on your art it tasted like gummies and mochies and anything sweet n chewy)

Hi hi! Just, you probably maybe already saw in my reblogs but, I adore your prsk X Isat au. I recent got into Isat and its been rotating non stop in my head and my brain always likes to combine my fandoms and see whatever I come up with. It's so nice to see sb else who also shares these fandoms and shares similar ideas. Literally was leaping for joy when I saw ur art. Thank you

(Also!! Your art style in general is so good. I love the way you draw characters. They are friggin ADORABLE can I eat them???)

HII!! YES I DID SEE UR REBLOGS THEY MADE ME SO HAPPY!!!! I so so understand… it’s so very fun to combine interests!! Isat especially has taken over my life- literally overtook the last remaining space that Cookie Run was inhabiting in my brain. It was catastrophic.

I am hoping that I’ll actually manage. To draw more of the PJSK au. Keeping up with drawing stuff is a struggle for me (especially with my senior year going on rn) but know that i rotate them in my brain so much always always ^^!!! if u have any thoughts abt the au pls feel free to share or ask bc i am literally sick and ill about these funny little guys.. I spent like 4 hours straight talking abt em once LMAO

(TYSM!!!! for the au specifically i tried replicating the isat style, so they are. extra gummy-fied.

you may eat them yes. but only once.)

#OH YEAH YOU TOO ARE FREE TO SHARE WITH ME #LIKE I SAID I'M ALSO INSANE #i could talk about hours abt these too #oh yeah wanted to say this but it didnt rlly fit there so #i had an image #of siffrin in the hourglass rui card #instantly took psychic damage #it wont leave my head now so im putting it here #might draw it someday god knows #thank you!! again!! ill stop yapping #rosieasks #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #prsk #project sekai #prsk isat au

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k2ntoss · 5 months ago

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okay so yet again i was scrolling through insta reels and i saw this and immediately thought, 'oh jason would love one of this with his helmet' so i thought i'd share (hopefully the video doesn't just disappear into the ether or this wont make much sense but yeah)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8XdIwStYFg/?igsh=MWdzZXVpZHV3dm8zbw==

((in case it does for some reason disappear, it was a reel of a girl making a diy spiderman mask shirt with a pattern and then the red colouring bit of the mask was filled in with kisses using paint))

but yeah, i think making a red hood one for jason would be so fun and i just know the man would be so so smitten when it's given to him

anyways, love you, glad your posting again

- the ever present 🦊

"the ever present" OMG I ADORE YOU!!!!!! hi baby, been missing you with your brain tickling requests (i have one on hold but just you wait)

i've been looking to do one of those for me with red hood's logo bc i'm as single as one can be and i know i won't be getting someone to do this for me but okayyyyyy i can do it on my own. here comes something short but done with a lot of love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ۪ ۫ ୭

jason had been waiting outside the room for hours maybe, he was just sitting on the couch as he looked at the door like a sad puppy because he had arrived this morning to your apartment looking foward to spend time with you. some cuddling, watching a movie together or reading, jason just wanted some quality time with his beloved.

he knew you had been busy during the week with a huge amount of projects you wanted to do but he wasn't expecting you to get so fixated over one to lock yourself into your room and not even peek to see him and he didn't knew why, what jason also didn't knew was the fact that you were already getting dizzy by the smell of paint inside your closed room as you placed the shirt over your desk again, grabbing a pencil to fix the outline of the desing for the hundreth time in the day.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." you muttered as low as you could to keep jason from darting into the room and ruin the surprise and it took you a good couple of hours to finally have it done, the paint almost completely dry now and the image of it was neat, making you smile and giggle happily.

and it's just then when you decide it's time to open the door, peeking your head through the small space to find jason almost melted on the couch, his head resting against the wall as he kept his eyes closed but it wasn't even a second by when he snapped his eyes open to look at you with a small frown.

"baby? why are you-?" she stopped mid sentence, taking in the sight of your paint smeared lips and chin, the red bright color now cracked on your skin as you smiled back at him as if you just made the biggest discovery in your life.

"hush! c'mere, jaybirdie" you say, leaving the door to your room wide open just to reveal the fact that your whole frame was a mess and that the paint was not only on your face but it had dripped to your shirt and also to your bare thighs to the skin that wasn't covered by the sleeping shorts you were wearing.

jason stands up from his seat, stretching completely from his quick nap and walks into the now messy room. the small paint pots across the floor and desk in different shades of red, paint brushes here and there and then the sight of you standing in front of the middle of your desk, covering something jason couldn't quite see well enough to know what it was.

"i saw something and i had to do this... it's probably the cheesiest thing i've ever done so feel free to laugh at me" and those words make jason tilt his head because what on earth could be so cheesy and made with paint that needed this much time leaving him out of your room? because yes, jason wanted to cuddle and don't blame him.

"princess-" he starts but goes silent the second you pull from the desk a black shirt with a print of his helmet on it, all made in different shades of red kiss marks that emulated the shade of light and everything. his lips remain parted as he walks slowly towards you, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the print on the shirt before he looks at your face, the paint in your skin the evidence of the time you spent painting your lips and pressing kisses to the shirt to make something so sweet for him.

"is it too much? you know, you can just put it into your closet if you don't like-" but your words are cut by a tender kiss, jason cups your face in such a delicate embrace as he lets all his feelings pour into that simple kiss.

"i love it. i love you" he says, his voice a soft whisper even in that deepish tone of his and it makes your heart flutter because jason looks completely happy with the shirt as he holds it into his hands, still admiring the way you decided to replicate a part of him "it's just perfect..."

"can i wear it already?"

the question itself is the sweetest reaction he could give you, the eagerness to wear something you made for him making you giggle excitedly as you shook your head with a small pout.

"not yet, red... i should iron it and give it a quick wash so the paint stays on the fabric" and he pouts slightly because god knows how much he wishes to have your kisses closer to his heart.

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