#heh...just a glimpse into my dark mind.... :)

[paperstreetlocal]

assorted garbage ft my sisters drawing

[chiamew]

take this game away from me

[iloveslashers69]

Me when I see my S/O in my dr

[jadelemonadee]

sometimes i really wanna see like an evil and fucked up seabury like the one we have is greetings from mary bell township but what if we made him vampire culture

[reindeerhooves]

the friend group when the most jaw dropping toe curling heart stopping mind bending guy that Would Kill You If They Got The Chance appears in any media ever ( im justin bieber )

[wheeboo]

admire me (like I do for you) | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which seungcheol shows you his tattoos.  PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, just very intimate fluff, implied idol au (because his tattoos are dedicated to svt + carats) WARNINGS. some suggestive undertones, cheol takes off his shirt, touching, one curse word, cheol teasing reader, reader jokingly calling themselves a pervert cuz cheol is shirtless, terms of endearment (love), a kiss at the very end WORD COUNT. 1.9k

notes: um this was just a random thought I had. ik we have never gotten a full glimpse of his tattoos so this is just my imagination and from the research i’ve done heh.

You find your body buried deep in the comfort of your blanket, eyes closed shut as the faint moonlight squeezes its way through your closed window blinds. Nothing but peace and quietness floats in your bedroom, but the only thing that is keeping you awake is knowing your boyfriend was still awake right next to you.

Seungcheol thinks you are asleep, often sneaking glances in your direction to make sure before returning his attention to the video game on his phone, the brightness of the screen illuminating his bare face. But when he isn’t looking, you would sneakily peek an eye open, smiling softly under the blanket to his concentration𑁋the subtle furrow of his brow, the way his lips occasionally curve into a satisfied smile of victory, or his quiet whispers of narration to himself.

“No, no, no. Shit,” Seungcheol murmurs to himself, his fingers manuevering expertly on his screen. “Did he have to sneak up on me like that?”

He leaves the game in a pit of disappointment, before realising the awfully late time displayed on his phone. Slowly stretching his arms upwards, Seungcheol lets his gaze flicker towards you.

Somehow, you can feel his eyes on you, even with them closed. There’s a soft smile that plays at his lips as he turns himself around to place his phone on the bedside table, turning on his alarm and shutting off the sound of his notifications. And during this moment, you open one eye, and you manage to catch a glimpse of something that has been running through your imagination for the longest time.

Just barely, you notice the dark ink of his tattoo peeking out of his shirt at the base of his neck. It looks like a tree. You’ve seen many glimpses of it before, but not in its full glory, simply because of your nervousness to ask and how intimate and overwhelming crossing that boundary might feel to you and him. 

The bed dips down from Seungcheol’s shifting movements as he settles himself back in the bed, careful not to make any noise. But you get yourself to elicit a deliberate groan, making Seungcheol glance back down at your worriedly.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks quietly.

You let out a soft chuckle, trying to appear groggy as you shift and open both of your eyes. “No... it’s okay. Could barely fall asleep without you.”

A tender smile eases its way onto his face that deepens his dimples. “Well, I’m here now. Shall we?” 

Seungcheol comfortably scoots himself closer to you, a contented sigh leaving his lips as you feel his hands grab onto your arms to encircle around him. He pulls you closer to him, and you feel the relaxing rise and fall of his chest and the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat sync with yours. 

As the quietness lingers around you both, you still find yourself to be wide awake. Though perfectly content in Seungcheol’s arms, your mind is still clouded with the thoughts of his tattoo. It’s not... that you want to see it right then and there𑁋it’s Seungcheol’s choice, of course𑁋but the curiosity and desire to explore that part of him continue to tug at your heart. 

With a sudden surge of courage, you take a deep breath and muster up the calling his name. “Cheol?” 

He stirs a bit in your hold, or is he holding you? It’s hard to tell. “Hmm?” 

You hesitate for a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. "Um... You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but would it be okay if I...” A momentary pause. “...if I could see your tattoo one day?" 

Your words make him pull back from you, but it’s hard to see his face from the pitch blackness of the bedroom. However, you can hear him reach over to turn the lampshade back on, and the room is immediately casted with a warm, dim glow. The two of you sit up in bed together, with Seungcheol criss-crossed right in front of you, and there’s a hint of vulnerabilty in his eyes from the way his lips seem to quiver. 

“Like I said, you don’t have to. It’s just, uh...” You think about the times you’ve caught glimpses of it. The first time was when you accidentally caught him changing to go to the gym, and you caught a fleeting glance of it when he had his back towards you in the doorway and you were quick to dismiss yourself to tend to your racing heart. Ever since then the visual thought had crept up into your mind, and each time he would turn around, you try to visualise what it look like entirely... not in a creepy way, of course. 

Seungcheol moves closer to you on the bed, his eyes seemingly searching through yours.

“I can show it to you,” Then he takes a pause. “but only if you’re really sure, because it’s... in a tough spot, sort of.”

You chuckle lightly. “I just... didn’t know how to ask or if you were, you know, comfortable.”

“Are you comfortable?” he asks. “because you already know I’m willing to do anything for you.”

As his words wash over you, you feel the heat sprouting in your face. You have always loved how he always made sure you were comfortable with anything you do together. He is cautious and careful with you, and understands your reasoning for wanting to take things at your own pace. And he has told you many times just how important you are to him, even more than himself.

But now maybe you can show him just how important he is to you.

“Yeah, I... I’m good,” You tell him, though you can still feel that pint of nervousness inside. But you want this𑁋you want to see this small, meaningful part of him. “Can I... see it?”

His gaze is warm, comforting, as he gives you a nod before positioning himself so that his back was facing towards you. Reaching down to the ends of his shirt, he slowly pulls it upward, gifting you with the sight of the bare skin of his back inch by inch. The dim light of the lamp dances on his skin, casting soft shadows that accentuate the contours of his back muscles along with his arms𑁋you can’t believe these are the same arms that he uses to hug and cuddle you. The sight makes something catch in your throat. 

And as you trail your eyes up his body, you finally see it𑁋the tree tattoo, along with two other small ones you never noticed until now on either side. The tree was larger than you thought, but it wasn’t any less beautiful in your eyes; in fact, you take in its simplistic design with nothing but admiration. 

You couldn't help but reach out, fingers trembling slightly, as if afraid to rub away the ink of the tattoo despite it being permanent. Your touch grazes the edge of the tattoo, tracing the lines that make up the bark of the tree. As your fingertips make contact with his skin, Seungcheol flinches, feeling a sudden shiver run down his spine. 

“Sorry,” You apologise quickly, taking your finger away from his skin. “I should’ve asked.” 

“It’s okay.” You can’t see his face but you know he is. “You can... you can touch it. You can touch me.”

For some reason you feel your heart skip just from that last sentence alone𑁋the way he says it with such vulnerability and intimacy, as if he’s giving you full permission to let your touch wander anywhere. His breath hitches again when your fingers meet his skin once more, this time with more confidence. Instinctively, he feels himself leaning in more to your touch, feeling the way your hands wander over the story etched into his skin. 

“What does J.O.Y mean?” You ask him, bringing your attention to one of his small tattoos. 

“Ah, it’s the name of one of our albums,” he answers willingly. “It’s supposed to symbolise the journey of youth, like a source of motivation to the younger generation.”

The thought makes you grin. Seungcheol has always been proud of his accomplishments for his group, so him putting meaning into his tattoos makes them even more special. 

“I love that,” Then you move onto his other small tattoo. “and you have the date you debuted here?”

His body vibrates from the chuckle that leaves him. “It’s a reminder of when it all began.”

You let out an acknowledging hum in response before continuing to graze your finger over his tattoos, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. Each stroke reveals a little more of his story, his passions, and his journey. He seems to be more relaxed now𑁋at least from what you see. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is trying so hard not to make it obvious the effect your touch has on him is. 

Finally, you make your way towards the tree at the base of his neck. The feeling makes him shiver once more.

“What does the tree represent?”

“It’s an olive tree, the birth flower of our debut date,” Seungcheol explains. “but it also serves as a symbol of peace and growth.”

You take a moment to let the meaning sink in, quietly appreciating his words. The significance of the olive tree as a symbol of peace and growth intertwines just perfectly with the journey he's been on as an artist and as a person.

"It's beautiful," You murmur, voice filled with genuine admiration. "just like you."

A blush creeps onto Seungcheol's cheeks as he turns to look back at you for a moment, a bashful look to his face.

“You can’t say that,” he says, a deep exhale leaving him as his shoulders relax. “You know what it does to me.”

And because of that, you watch as he turns around to face you before you could respond, and your eyes immediately shoot down his bare chest, his abs, and then quickly dart back up to meet his gaze, feeling the embarrassment shoot up your face. Your voice catches in your throat, suddenly feeling the overwhelming nervousness take over. 

Seungcheol notices your sudden shift in gaze and chuckles softly.

"Caught you looking." he teases, a boyish smile tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks heat up even more, and you fumble for words, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "I... uh... I-I wasn't... I mean..."

Seungcheol's laughter fills the room, and he reaches out to cup your face gently, letting his touch soothe your nerves. 

"I'm just teasing, love," he reassures you, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. "Don’t feel embarrassed.”

“I feel like a pervert,” You admit aloud, an awkward laugh leaving you. You already knew there was no reason for you to feel this way, but you can’t shake the feeling away because your boyfriend is shirtless in front of you and you have no idea how to react other than wanting to sink yourself deep into your bed in a pit of shame.

You feel his hand trail down to your chin, causing you to look back up at him. However, his face contains nothing but affection. How does he manage to look at you like this, nothing but adoration in his eyes but be this attractive right in front of you?

“I love it when you admire me,” He leans in awfully close, voice lowering. “just like I do for you.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze as he leans in closer. You swallow a lump in your throat, glancing between his eyes and his mouth. 

And then as his lips brush against yours, it’s like a soft caress on your skin. There’s a surge of warmth that spreads throughout your body as it deepens ever so slightly, and you could feel the smile tug your own face when you feel his own lips curl too.

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[lietpoland]

Some work doodles... Heh 😏 Just a glimpse into my dark twisted mind

[kismets-barista]

Hold onto your Stetson, @ohposhers; have I got some personal HickDory lore for you 😎💜🌟🫧

Excuse the insanity for those who don't feel compelled towards these two

SO!

Hickory and JD met a few good years before the events of the World Tour when Dory was traveling to find Lonesome Flats, got heatstroke and passed out in the desert. Wakes up to Hickory shadowed in the flickering light of a campfire beneath a canopy of the brightest stars he'd seen since the Neverglades, but it wouldn't be until QUITE a few months later until they really started developing crushes against each other. (Cowboy under the stars, you'd think he'd fall right then and there, right? 🌟)

Why was Hickory already in Lonesome Flats, you might ask? Where was Dickory?

In a glue trap, I say in response. Hickory came from Yodelsberg (is there a canonical name for this?) for international study and to learn about new music. He fell in love with country because yodeling and country music are actually quite gorgeous together. She Taught Me to Yodel, anyone?

Delta Dawn obviously didn't take to Dory showing up and around the town, but after some convincing by Hickory and lots of proving himself (plus a vulture attack that resulted in John Dory saving the very young niece of Delta Dawn- Clampers-) he 'earned' a place there and began to work around town.

It was weird for him.

He'd never quite settled down, until then.

(Now, the specific timeline, yearly I mean is a little muddled because I'm still crafting this, but I'll put them out about three years, now.)

John Dory was still living in Lonesome Flats, and he'd started a relationship with Hickory. They loved each other, as my cohort in crime @protagonist-art (CHECK OUT THEIR ART I LOVE THEM SM MUAH) has Hickory tell John when we get write them, "More than the moon loves the ocean." As surely as the tide pulls in and out, so the lovers return to each other.

So Via, what does Hickory think about BroZone?

Oh, my sweet star.

He doesn't know.

After returning to the devastated Troll Tree, John Dory lost a piece of his heart in the damaged pod they used to live in. It was the first time he went grey, and the memories of his brothers started shifting from what was, to what would never be again. He couldn't find it within himself to talk about them, and has his secrets.

But so does Hickory.

Girl wdym stop being so mysterious.

Heh. I know. It's just a glimpse into my dark mind /ref. Anyways, Hickory never told John Dory he was a Yodeler troll. (Another piece of lore that Quizzy and I worked on together and I think it's brilliant.)

Huh? Aren't they in a long-term relationship? Won't this cause issues later on if they don't share these things with each other?

Oh, they love every aspect of each other too much for their bond to truly be broken.

And yet.

One morning, years after just living and loving, John Dory wakes up with a massive headache and nausea.

"Maybe it's that horse that kicked me yesterday, could've gotten me harder than we both thought."

"Lemme check for a knot, Darlin'."

No knots, but there was an egg.

🌟 (Here I'll say that I'm massively in love with the headcanon that trolls conceive through true love- it isn't quite necessary for them to physically do anything unless they want to. Just them, wholeheartedly trusting and putting everything into their relationship and pouring their heart out to their partner.)

They were absolutely ECSTATIC, and rightfully terrified in their own ways. Neither of them were looking for children but not against it, and after resting for a few days they began to plan. A nursery in the house, baby books with millions of names scattered on the coffee table, toys and cute little baby clothes for when the little one hatched.

Wanna know two of the names John Dory had in mind? Rhonda and Dolly.

They were ecstatic until the night John Dory woke up absolutely ill and with a pit in his stomach.

They lost the egg, and it was the second time John Dory went grey in his life.

A week after this had happened, John Dory left a bundled lock of his hair at Hickory's nightstand and did what he knows how to do all too well. He ran.

Hickory never went too far out of Lonesome Flats in the hopes that John Dory would come back. He couldn't imagine what would happen if his love came back and didn't find him there.

The events of World Tour come about, Hickory meets Branch, and travels for the first time since John Dory left.

John Dory continued to travel, until the events of Band Together.

But don't worry, dear readers, for as surely as the tides come in, so will the lovers meet again. 🌟

Aaaand BOOM! That's it! 💜 I've got lore behind the names Rhonda and Dolly as well, and am SO down to answer any questions about them that anyone has. For you, Posh, thank you for asking and helping me to share a story I've been working on, and for everyone else that read this, thank you kindly! I hope that everyone who made it this far has quite a lovely day, or if you didn't, have a lovely day anyways!

Remember to take your meds, drink water, eat something, and stretch!

💜🌟🫧

[dailyterukane]

i made evil terukane… just a glimpse into my dark & twisted mind, heh…

[sledgehammercreek]

Saltpaw (she/they) my beloved

"heh, just a glimpse into my dark and twisted mind... heheh."

Character for @pantheon-of-oros <3

[patchw0rk-quilt]

sketch crashbox if he was evil and fucked up… heh… just another glimpse into my dark and twisted mind

[regretevator-confessions]

𝕙𝕖𝕙.. 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙… 𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣….. 𝕚'𝕞 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣…. 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕……… 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕁𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕓𝕠 𝕩 𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕜… 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕘….. ℍ𝕖𝕙……… 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕘 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕔, 𝕙𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕙… ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＭＥＳＳ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＥ．

(Translation:

heh.. yeah... i consider myself a Proshipper..... i'm a bit of a Dark shipper.... Just a glimpse into my Twisted Mind......... I lost all my friends because I ship Jermbo x Buck... and Pilby x Doug..... Heh......... I think Doug tearing them apart all goretastically would be pretty epic, heheh... DON'T MESS WITH ME.)

[snookie-pookie]

Heh… this is just a glimpse into the dark and twisted parts of my mind..

[honourablejester]

Blades in the Dark Character Concept: A Fishy Journalist Whisper

First thought for a Blades in the Dark character, and I’m going to do the wholly expected thing and make a Tycherosi Whisper. Because, well. Demonic occultist in a haunted dieselpunk city. I have types?

Starting from the heritage, because if you’re going to make a Whisper, naturally you look at the demon-blooded inhabitants of a mysterious semi-mythical land far beyond the northern Void Sea. So Tycheros. And. If you’re Tycherosi, you choose a ‘demonic telltale’ like black shark eyes to mark your character. So I bounced down to the section on devils to look at demon features, and there’s some cool stuff down there, but those are for full-blown demons. So wings, tentacles, tails. I could have gone something milder, like the scales or the eyes, but …

Tentacles. I do want the tentacles. But full-blown tentacles is too much. But. What about tattoos of tentacles? Or ‘tattoos’ of tentacles, inky marks that shift and undulate and move beneath the surface of her skin? Because Tycheros is far beyond the Void Sea, Tycherosi are strangers from ‘beyond the Void Sea’. So lets bring some Void Sea into the proceedings here. A traveller who arrived in Doskvol on a ship from the Void Sea.

And. With that thought. Moving to background. There is a landmark in the Docks called Ink Lane, a twisting back street full of tattooists and journalists, because ink slingers. And maybe when she arrived she hung around there, because her demon marks fit in at least a little bit better among the tattoo artists, and while she was rubbing shoulders with the other sorts of ink slingers, the journalists, maybe she took a shine for the career. So maybe she’s been in Doskvol for a few years now, and maybe she tried her hand at the press. So we’ll go Academic, a journalist.

For my action dots, Whisper automatically puts a dot in Study and two in Attune. My background dot I’ll put in Consort, because journalists have contacts. My heritage dot … I’m not sure. I might put it in Wreck? Just for the demonic angle. Maybe she channels something a little bit dark sometimes. And my two free dots I think I might put in Survey. She’s got her eyes open, this one. So she’ll have two in Attune, two in Survey, and one each in Study, Consort and Wreck.

For the special ability. I was tempted by Ghost Mind, by Occultist, by Ritual. For a journalist, they all make sense. But. I think I’m still going back to the Void Sea, to demon blood, to tentacles. I think I’m going to pick Tempest. Because the leviathans are demons, and, a little bit, so is she. So storms and lightning. So tentacles and void ink and drowning. Yeah. I think it’s definitely Tempest.

My friend and my rival … Are we going to side with the demon, Setarra? Are we that wild and that tempestuous, that full of sympathy for the devil? Possibly. I think we just might. And then the enemy … I mean, we could go Scurlock. That might be a bit too neat. But it would also make sense. Heh.

(In terms of factions, I suspect she’s nursing some antipathy for the Leviathan Hunters. And, obviously, Lord Scurlock. Gets on fine with the Ink Rakers, though).

My vice, naturally, is Weird. Because she enjoys oddities, flotsam and jetsam. And for the purveyor, there is apparently a hooded proprietor of a half-flooded grotto tavern near the docks, which folds so neatly into everything else.

For our name, look, and alias … She’s a tall, bony woman, with cheekbones like knives, dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair in a reporter’s bob cut. She wears tired three-piece suits with high collared shirts, but as high as they are you can still sometimes glimpse the inked darkness of a tentacle slither along her neck just above them. I definitely also want her to have one of those caped greatcoats. Her name …

Indira Sevoy. Alias Undine. She’s got a watery sort of reputation.

One final detail, Whispers get a ‘Fine Spirit Mask’ among their equipment, which enables them to see supernatural energies in detail, and somewhat protects them against possession. Each mask is unique, and strange, and disturbing. So what does her mask look like? It looks like the Void Sea. It’s carved of a slick, smooth black stone, carved with faint ripples and wavelets, and faint lights appear to glimmer beneath the surface of the stone as faint stars appear to glimmer beneath the sea.

So here we are. A very fishy journalist, a stranger from across the sea, a long-time inhabitant of Ink Lane, a connoisseur of the strange and the delightful and the oceanic. A Tycherosi Whisper.

[george-mullner-mailbox]

george am i skibidi enough to be your friend... i have leeks...

you’re skibidi…… perhaps even……. fantum tax….? heh…. listen to me…… guess im just different….. just a glimpse into my dark and twisted mind…. 😈

[lordoftheweevils]

heh… just a glimpse into my dark and twisted mind…

My humor is so broken help