#freaky as heck

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

I just read an old ask where I said that Oromis, my Altmer mage who becomes Sheogorath, is "protective even at the detriment of the ones he loves" and I? Does Oromis have yandere tendancies??

Yandere Sheogorath exists now and I am terrified.

[art-of-a-ghostie]

The more I read about this post written by @vulturevanity the more I realize that Gio is, in a way, a foil to Lorelai.

Gio lives in a fantasy, but only on appearance, because that's actually his everyday life. Lori lives in a fantasy, but only of appearance, to escape from her everyday life.

Gio has a lot of friends and yet he never sees romance in any of them. Lori secretly longs for friendship but she is so sheltered in her fantasy that prefers looking for romance, crushing on Giovanni at first sight and making up many false boyfriends.

Gio is probably one of the most honest and emotionally open characters in the story. Lori keeps so much turmoil and doubts inside.

Gio has a fire motif because he loves fire and he finds it a symbol of his evilness (his steams can be described as smoke, has a fire-themed blanket in his bed, describes himself as "a Phenix reborn from the fire" in his Vincent Murder outfit…). Lori has a fire motif because she hates it and finds it a symbol of her evilness (she "slices" a dragon who "burned her village", her "evil witch outfit" is described as a "Marshmallow roasted in the fire for too long"…)

Gio's food symbol is Soup, something that is not every first choice but is healthy and can be enjoyed easily (Even his boys at first made fun of him and didn't take him seriously), also soup can only be introduced in one way, like how he has a high opinion of himself so he doesn't put on any facade (not even when he is Vincent Murder's costume he shies away and acts differently), Lori's food symbol is Candies, something unhealthy who at big doses can be unhealthy (In her childhood Molly loved playing on her side but as she grew up they fell apart) and can be made look prettier, as she has a low opinion of herself and put on a facade (She has multiple identities in her stories and put on a fake smile sometimes, especially around Giovanni).

Giovanni has an epithet he loves to train and wants to become more powerful, Lorelai has an epithet she wouldn't like to have and wishes she could be weaker (or not have one at all)

Giovanni is impulsive and doesn't make plans, Lorelai is a perfectionist who plans every detail ahead in her fantasies.

[mineralwaterforwanning]

i hardly see any bing an ben enthusiast posts here in tumblr... sobsob everyone pls read BAB its good..... i love me some insane boy x their psychologist doctor breedable old man.... hexie... hrrrrhrhrrr grrr *wolves howl noises*

[shaxlot]

At a young age I yearned to have a Minecraft dog

[sleepwalk-station]

DOES THIS MEAN PRICKLES AND ME ARE MARRIED?/j

Can I draw them kissing my aahw agent?

Sorry if this comment makes you uncomfortable

anon i really do not mind at all. go crazy and have fun. :)

[brahmenbones]

COUGHS LIKE A GARBAGE DISPOSAL girl I finally finished the lesbian

[leolovesthings]

[kingdomoftyto]

.....oh NO. The body horror of the Plants is so, SO much worse in manga form. I don't know what I was expecting but oh my GOD

[ratatatastic]

[lamplightideas]

I've never inhaled so forcefully in my life

[ID in alt text] Um. I'm not sure what to say about this. Gravity falls snails be upon ye

[stars-obsession-pit]

Uncanny Danny

I’ve often seen “Eldritch Danny” as like a fully inhuman form distinct from his humanoid ghost form. But what if that doesn’t happen?

What if he gradually looks less human but it never actually diverges into a separate monster form. He only has the one ghost form and one human form, both of which no longer look entirely human.

He may pass as one at first glance, but then an unsettling feeling prods at the back of your mind, whispering that there’s something wrong with him. Something uncanny. Your instincts scream at you to run, to not fall for this thing’s attempt to blend in.

But the thing is, Danny doesn’t know about any of this. The changes were gradual; all his friends and family in had plenty of time to get used to him. Yeah he’s a little freaky but he’s still just their dude. It’s kinda hard to be terrified of the dork you grew up with and often see infodumping about space.

So he’s just vibing while all the outsiders are glancing at him in mute terror.

Because to them? He reads as an eldritch monster pretending to be a human. They can tell he’s powerful but have no idea what he is or what his goals are. Heck, it sometimes feels like he’s playing with them, openly flaunting his inhuman aspects as if to say, “So what? What are you gonna do about it?”

[frankenstheythem]

i feel a shift in who i am after all this bullshit but im not addressing this rn

[peachylynnie]

wolf in sheep's clothing

word count: 2k

synopsis: in which xavier acts innocent despite his not-so-innocent touches.

contains: xavier x mc!reader (early established relationship), he kinda gaslights you (but with no bad intentions really), freaky xavier (not smut tho), suggestive themes, mentions of violence and death, and cussing.

a/n: i had to write for my second favorite lads man at some point. i read somewhere that the official chinese description for xavier is "wolf in sheep's clothing," (don't quote me on that; i could be wrong) and i wholeheartedly believe he is. do NOT copy or translate my work. xavier does NOT endorse plagiarism.

you're convinced your boyfriend is a wolf in sheep's clothing. sure, his pure cerulean eyes and tender voice might convince you otherwise (they did at first). but, with the way xavier's been touching you, you're sure of it. your boyfriend is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and you have the evidence to prove it. countless pieces of evidence, actually. but let's look at the most memorable ones, shall we?

evidence #1

"welcome home, starlight," xavier greets you with open arms and crinkled eyes. your heart can't help but swell at the sight. nothing compares to seeing your boyfriend in a cozy white sweater after opening the door following an exhaustive day of battling wanderers. you swear you were this close to losing it after dealing with lemonette's stupid limes for what seemed like hours. yet, xavier, in all his ash-gray-haired, blue-eyed, soft-spoken glory, takes your pains away with just one simple gesture of welcoming you home.

"hi, xavier." you fall into him, basking in the warmth of his tight embrace. you could honestly die a happy hunter from this. "i missed you."

xavier chuckles, pulling away so he can look at you properly. "i missed you too," he caresses your face. "i missed you so much." he crashes his lips into yours, ardently seeking your taste, your scent, your everything.

you're taken aback by xavier's sudden fervor. but, you return the favor by opening your mouth, eagerly granting his tongue entrance. it's not the first time your beloved boyfriend has initiated such a passionate kiss. after all, you two love each other very much, to the point you're willing to die for each other. a kiss like this is natural to come by; you're blissfully used to it. what you're not used to is what xavier does next.

he weaves his fingers into your hair and tugs.

"ah!" you pull away, panting with wide eyes. what the heck was that? he's never done that before. why did he do that? it felt so good.

xavier blinks at you innocently before asking, "you okay?"

"uh yeah," you stutter, trying to process what just happened. "i'm okay. are you okay?" seriously, is xavier, your puppy-like boyfriend, okay? why did he pull your hair? by no means did it hurt. it was a single, firm tug, yet it did so much, as evidenced by your shortage of breaths and clenching of thighs.

xavier smiles brightly and nods. you close your eyes, expecting him to resume the kiss, totally not hoping to feel his slender fingers pull on your hair. instead, this motherfucker he pecks your cheek and walks away, yawning. "i'm sleepy," he has the audacity to rub his eyes. "let's go to sleep, yeah?"

your jaw drops. did he seriously just suggest you go to sleep?! staring at your boyfriend, you expect an answer for his confusing behavior. xavier blinks innocently, again. "you sure you're okay, starlight?"

you frown, growing even more confused. he's not dumb. you know he's not dumb. heck, he's the association's best hunter. there's no way he doesn't know what he's doing to you. you sigh and shake your head, concluding that perhaps xavier was just caught up in the heat of the moment and was genuinely tired. after all, he battles wanderers too, even more than you. "yeah, i'm okay, xavier." you walk past him and towards your shared bedroom, trying to relieve your mind of certain thoughts. "let's sleep."

unfortunately, you don't catch the amusement in xavier's eyes when you bid him goodnight and turn off the lights.

evidence #2

"how's the food?" xavier asks, whispering into your ear.

beaming at him, you nod excitedly. "it's great. nothing like hotpot with friends on a cold night, right?"

indeed, little to nothing compared to spending time with xavier and your fellow hunters at your comfort restaurant. you and xavier were shoulder to shoulder, sitting across from tara and nero. everything was perfect. the food tasted amazing, your friends were enjoying themselves, and most importantly, xavier was right next to you, with a hand on your thigh, of course.

you don't mind in the slightest. it's assuring, actually. the warmth his touch provides adds more to this delightful atmosphere. content from both the food and the mood, you can't help but rest your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "thanks for being here, xavier." you murmur.

xavier smiles softly, resting his cheek on your crown. "of course, starlight."

you giggle, nuzzling into him. you love it when he calls you that. "starlight." though, you can't help but feel it should be you calling him that instead. like an actual starlight, xavier shines brightly wherever he goes. from hunting hundreds of wanderers to protecting hundreds of civilians, xavier illuminates the world and you can't help but be blinded at times. not that you mind. you would gladly be blinded by him a million times over if it meant being in his presence.

"okay, that's enough, you lovebirds," tara teases.

you roll your eyes playfully, lifting your head from xavier's shoulder. as much as you would like to stay there forever, you understand the occasional nagging that comes with public displays of affection. hoping to sit up properly, you go to cross your legs. with a click of his tongue, xavier grips your thigh, hard.

yelping, you jolt in your seat. immediately, you cover your mouth, embarrassed over the borderline wanton noise you just made. you stare at xavier, mortified. what the fuck was that?

"are you okay?" tara says your name in concern. she tries to reach over the table, but xavier stops her by handing you some napkins with his free hand and adding another squeeze to your thigh. it's taking everything in you not to squeal.

"she's okay," xavier answers, smiling innocently. "she just spilled some broth, right?" he turns to you, expecting you to follow along.

"yeah," you answer shakily. "sorry, just got a little clumsy, i guess." after pretending to wipe yourself with the napkins xavier gave you, you down a glass of water, hoping to relieve the heat in your face and also in between your legs. you're not sure what is happening anymore. he's never gripped your leg before, let alone touched you so roughly. it felt so fucking good.

for the rest of the night, xavier continued to squeeze your thigh, leaving you a flustered mess. it was torture having to sit through the gathering without making any noise. every so often, when tara or nero wasn't looking, you looked at your boyfriend desperately, begging him to stop (not really) or at least provide an answer for why he was doing this. instead, he would just inch his hand higher and flash that damned innocent smile. by the time the waiter came back with the paid tab, xavier's hand was threatening access to your hip joint. you're not sure how he made his arm look like it wasn't doing anything.

after bidding tara and nero goodbye, you immediately drag xavier outside. "what was that?" you ask impatiently. the freezing air was doing absolutely nothing to cool your heated face, and you're not sure if that pissed you off more or xavier's calm expression.

xavier tilts his head to the right, feigning confusion. "what was what?"

you're want to scream so badly right now. "that!" you snap as you motion to your leg.

xavier tilts his head to the left, gathering his lips into a pout. "i just wanted to massage your leg since it seemed sore from training."

what the fuck? dumbfoundedly, you stare at xavier. there's no way those squeezes could be called a massage. but looking at his pouty face, you can't bring yourself to argue. well shit, now you just feel like a pervert.

you sigh, taking xavier's hand and heading towards the car. "thanks for the massage, xavier."

you miss the smirk growing on his face. "anything for you, starlight."

evidence #3 (happening right now, send help)

"whatcha making?" xavier cutely asks as he wraps his arms around your waist.

you were at the kitchen counter of your shared apartment, rolling some dough with your flour-covered palms. "i wanted to try making some pizza," you answer, entirely focused on the task in front of you. "i saw a tutorial on tiktok. seemed simple enough."

xavier hums, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you giggle, feeling him inhale deeply. it's the quiet and domestic moments like these that make you imagine another life where you and xavier aren't hunters. just people free from the constant dangers of hunting wanderers and protecting civilians. you sigh, reaching across the counter for the tomato sauce. at the end of the day, you and xavier are evolvers. having an innate ability means protecting those who can't protect themselves, even if it means risking your lives. but, both you and xavier can agree the look of relief on people's faces when reuniting with their loved ones is worth the risk.

the tomato sauce is within reach until you jump back into place. why? oh, because xavier's right hand is inching towards the waistband of your panties. "xavier!" you turn around immediately, facing him with widened eyes and flushed cheeks. "what are you doing?!"

you've had enough. the last couple of weeks have been a literal hell with how much your boyfriend's been teasing you, filling your head with dirty thoughts, and acting as if he doesn't know what he's doing. it's as if he's purposely avoiding following through with his actions, not giving you what you fucking want even though he's the one that's been initiating things. not to mention, his hand is still in your pants.

xavier rests his left hand on the counter, pinning you in place. your breath hitches, feeling him rest his forehead on yours. "i'm sorry," he sulks. "i just wanted to touch your belly button."

"stop lying," you say immediately. "last time i checked, my belly button is NOT at my fucking panties." you don't care if you sound harsh. you want xavier to answer for his crimes—crimes being leaving you hanging and making you question your sanity.

xavier chuckles. this motherfucker he dares to chuckle while you look at him with furrowed brows and twisted lips. "it's not funny," you scold. "you've been weird the last few weeks-"

your breath hitches as xavier dips the tips of his fingers past your waistband. holy fucking shit. what is this man doing?! "x-xavier?!"

he doesn't answer. instead, he presses short yet sensual kisses all over your face, slowly trailing down to your neck. you try to stop yourself from whimpering.

"you know," xavier mumbles. "i've been waiting for you to say something." he continues to mouth at your neck, causing you to squirm.

"s-say what?" you ask trembling. fuck, you think you just felt his tongue peak out.

"oh, i don't know," he switches to the other side of your neck. "something like 'xavier please' or 'xavier more'" and with that, he returns both of his hands to your waist, lifts you up effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, and dives straight into your lips.

"xavier! mmph!" there was flour on the counter, meaning there was flour on your pants now. "you're making mmph! a mess!"

"that's not what i want to hear, starlight," xavier shakes his head as he pulls away from you. "it's like you want me to stop."

his fingers rub slow circles into your thighs, causing you to writhe uncontrollably. so this is why he's been acting so fucking teasing the last few weeks. he wanted to do things with you—take your relationship to the next level. but you had to be the one to say it. why? you're not sure. maybe it stroked his ego or something. you don't care anymore. you're pent up from xavier's antics, and all you want right now is for him to follow through. if saying "please" and "more" is what it takes, so be it.

you grab xavier's shirt collar, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him to you. his eyes widen at your sudden rough actions. but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes, teetering on the edge between curiosity and arousal. though nothing could prepare xavier for what you do next.

"xavier," you whisper into his ear, stroking his nape with your index finger. "can you please give me more?"

xavier inhales sharply, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"i thought you'd never ask, starlight."

[smiegrin]

My browser crashed and swallowed my first draft, so I guess that's a sign I needed a rewrite:

I've been trying to pay attention because I think this touches on something I didn't realize when I first started following a lot of robo-posters. Like, going into it, robots were a useful and interesting symbol for representing different aspects of my life. How my body felt "proprietary" under the labels of masculinity and designated to specific behaviors according to my religious upbringing. I've recently realized though that it runs a lot deeper for a lot of people, though.

Like, it's not just "I like the idea of being able to store memories in my head as clearly as I can files on my desktop," it's like... "my current state of being is inconsistent with what I really am on a spiritual level (which happens to include hard-drive-based memories)."

I don't think my thoughts on this are like... complete. And my understanding is almost certainly filled with unknown-unknowns. But as someone who does kind of enjoy the thought of a mech using her cockpit neurogel to [REDACTED], (and at the risk of sounding like I'm like... white-knighting?), I wanna let all the robots in my online circle here know that I'm trying to pay attention and contribute to like... making and sharing art about robotic modes of being outside just violent wireplay and malware fiction.

I feel like 80% of the robotgirl posts I see anymore are about like, mech pilots getting fucked by their handlers and mechanics disassembling robots to fuck them or whatever

I mean I'm as horny as the next girlthing, but being a robot is not a sex thing for me. It is personal and spiritual and it's about love and maintenance and accepting that I'm different from organic society

It is also about cute pictures of circuitboards and peripheral ports

[suiana]

(yandere! saw x gn! reader) (i actually haven't watched saw so idk how the game works 🤓☝️)

"and for your final challenge... you have to kiss me, now."

"aw hell nah, can you just kill me instead?"

"w-what?! no absolutely not!"

you watch as the male visibly twitches, freaking out on the spot as he faces the camera. he was literally panicking, gripping his microhone as you watch a bead of sweat drop down his forehead.

"no! it's either you kiss me, or you die! don't you understand?! you have to kiss me! it's like, the only option!"

"nah, i ain't kissing your clown looking ass. just kill me already dawg."

you remain calm, eyebrows raised as you tap your feet against the ground impatiently. there was no way in hell you were going to makeout with this man thing. he looked like a murder clown from 1900s with his black and white makeup and suit!

and even thoigh you thought you were freaky, there was no way you were going to kiss that doll turned man. nuh uh. that is downright insane, even if he does look hot. i mean, this guy killed people! led them to death games that none of them eould survive to begin with!

why?

cause he liked you, duh. the game was rigged apparently. you found that out from him when he sneaked around and tried holding a conversation with you. it was mostly just him talking though. flushed cheeks and stuttering and all. it would've been cute if he weren't a murderous doll.

"so? are you gonna kill me now? I'm actually not gonna kiss you."

"no! ugh! you're so stubborn! just kiss me already damn!"

he groans into the microphone, glaring at you down the cameras before he disappears momentarily, holding a big red button with the words 'do not push' underneath.

"if you don't kiss me now, i will press this button."

"what does it do?"

"make you do things. silly things. with me, of course."

you stare at him, silence filling the room. what the hell? you couldn't even get a chance to respond before he presses it and out came a chair which you were forced to sit down on.

"what the- a chair? you're gonna give me head?"

you stare up at the screen, only to realise that the oddly attractive doll-human had disappeared. damn it. so he really was going to get all up and physical with you huh?

you watch as he pops up from behind, a grin on his lips before he kneels down by your feet, face against your lap. he looked... weirdly calm and at peace for a doll that just led someone to their death a few hours ago. but you suppose it's because he's not human. well, fully at least.

"oh, so head it is-"

"no not head! what the heck?!"

the doll screeches, hands digging into the legs of the chair. he whines, throwing a small tantrum before his rosy cheeks get even rosier (if that was possible? and his eyes grow all wide. you raise an eyebrow at his silence, frowning slightly before yelping as he suddenly starts begging.

"ahem! do you want to be my lover? uh uh who said that?! okay okay, do you want to be my big sweaty alpha lover? WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?!"

what the hell?!

"uh..."

"i meant- do you want to be my sigma lover who will peg me- WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?!"

"please just kill me."

yeah, now death is sounding like the much better option than being the lover of this weird doll. hey! maybe smashing your head against the chair would work!

[justluxy]

Hot Roommate

Hot Rommate x Bottom Male Reader

Where your roommate is so hot!

Tw: Short af, mentions of sex and drinking

Author note: I will prob do a longer fic abt this

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Hot Roommate

-Imagine you were looking for a roommate since the rent was too expensive for you. So you ended up sharing your apartment with a hot dude... seriously, how could a guy be so hot?

-Imagine the hot dude walking around in just boxers. The dude was hot and he knew it, he was the perfect guy! He was nice and kind, attentive and funny but unfortunately he was straight... right?

-Imagine him bringing girls to your apartment and do freaky stuff with them. Seriously you hated those girls. Why did they moan so loudly, ugh you wanted to die every time he brought girls like... that is supposed to be you... wait what?

-Imagine him always bragging about all the girls he had. Like always saying, "Yoo that girl was sooo good yesterday" or always asking if you wanted to have a girl over, which you obviously refused

-Imagine him inviting you to a party. You hated parties, you hated getting drunk but you were bored as hell! So you decided to go with him and some of his friends

-Imagine him dancing with girls at the party... but you weren't jealous right? Well you were, the dude was so hot and danced really good, like the guy was perfect, he was good at everything, was there anything he was not good at?

-Imagine waking up feeling sore after the party. Ugh now you remembered why you stopped drinking but something felt off... why was your pillow warm and hard and why your legs felt sore? Shit did you have sex with someone yesterday?

-Imagine screaming when you saw your hot roommate next to you. You literally pushed him out of your bed and covered your private parts while he covered his with his boxers he found on the floor

"What the heck happened!?" You screamed when you looked at him on the floor

"We had sex!" He said with a dumb smile, fuck you wanted to smack him and erase that dumb smile out of his face

"How dare you!" You said mad, why did he sleep with you when you were drunk?

"If it makes you feel better it was amazing!" he said standing up and looking terrified when you gave him a mad glance

"Get out!" You said while throwing a pillow at him and he ran away and closed your door. Fuck was this gonna affect your friendship with him? Was he going to act like nothing happened? You hoped that he would look for you again...