#i am DOWN BAD. HORRENDOUSLY.

[lifemod17]

The crowd throwing him off please this is so funny and precious!!

Person who yelled out 'Shrike' is so real

🎥: AerieRocks | x

Chula Vista || 09/14/2024

[pinguwuuuu]

No lube, no protection, from the window, to the wall, on the counter, on the sofa, on the floor……

[sylussoathbound]

“Target acquired. Your heart. “

Yep he has totally won me over…

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

CHERISH (MY LOVE)!

❤︎ you have no clue just how much your fate is intertwined with that of adisorn's. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 1k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, stalking/adisorn is your stalker, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo, demo spoilers ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Adisorn Moore gets such a rush when you indirectly think of him as your guardian angel. 

“I got another one of those weird letters,” your text to him reads so casually. “Something about my mayo expiring. And they were right.”

He still remembers the day he sent you the first letter. Words couldn’t properly articulate the complex emotions writhing and coursing through his veins, consuming his waking senses and taking root somewhere in between his trembling heart and racing mind. You were so sweet, so witty, and yet so unsuspecting. 

“Again? That’s so creepy…,” Adisorn’s quick to write back to you. Eight months wasn’t a long time, but he was thorough. He needed to win your trust, to convince you that he was just as ordinary as you were. You never suspected a thing, and he wanted to keep it that way. What you had with him was pure, and he considers it his duty to preserve that purity for as long as he could.

He hopes you can forgive him. You will. He knows you will. 

Your reply is instantaneous. “Yeah, it’s weird, but… There’s really not much I can do at this point. I don’t like the thought of being watched in any capacity, but what can I do? The letters are helpful, and the police won’t do anything about it.”

Helpful. He likes that. The words are nothing more than an afterthought to you probably, but it’s the world to Adison. You take his little tips seriously. You don’t consider him a threat. You think they’re worth listening to. You heed his letters. You touched the same paper that he did, your gentle eyes going over the words that he typed up and picked just for you. 

If he was a better man, he would suggest that you visit the police again. But it’s a good litmus test for him—the local authorities are useless. It gives him more wiggle room, and it leaves you vulnerable. Sure, there’s the matter of figuring out just how vigilant your friends and distant family would be, but the first line of defense around you has crumbled a long time ago. 

A ping from you breaks his rambling thoughts. “Maybe it’s a bad prank? A new Tik Tok trend? People will do anything on that damn app for attention, and I’ve already seen some kids on campus trying to do street interviews in hopes of making their big break.”

There’s a moment of silence before he sees your typing bubble floating at the bottom of his phone screen.

“Maybe whoever’s sending these letters genuinely just wants to help. I don’t think any of my neighbors are that kind of people, but who knows? Can’t judge ‘em based on what little I know,” you confess wholeheartedly to him. “Or it could be my landlord. I mean, I get it. I’m not the most organized person, so it doesn’t hurt to have a guardian angel of sorts watching over me.”

There’s a warmth spreading from his fingertips, up his arms, and gripping like the rush of first love at his heart. A guardian angel. It’s stupid, and it’s so childish, but it makes Adison so happy to think that you find his little advances as something special. Only you could turn someone like him, someone so rotten, into someone worth salvaging and someone worth loving. 

“If you insist,” he types back to you. He swallows thickly at the thought of you actually appreciating the letters. Should he write to you more frequently? Observing your life was such a treat to him. He wants to know more about you, every little bit that you’ve been keeping from him. Once he got a taste, he couldn’t turn back. “You should still be careful though. Wouldn’t want some bad guy snatching someone as cute as you up. That’s my job, you know!”

“Oh, quit it, Adi,” you’re too used to taking his flirting and countering it in your own way. “No one’s snatching me up. I’m too busy keeping you company and covering your ass during Star Blitz. Nimo’s already cracking jokes about how they can’t wait to babysit our future kids, so you can only imagine how much worse it’ll get if I spend any more time with you.”

The corners of his scarred lips twitch as Adisorn bites back a small laugh. He doesn’t dislike the thought of both spending more time with you and a future together. Wouldn’t that be so much fun? Then he wouldn’t always have to creep around the edges of your life, like a shadow gobbling up the rays of light cast its way. He could be by your side as he always wanted. 

Sure, he’d have to make some changes to your pace of life, but knowing you, you would learn to love it. You would learn to love him. Truly for who he was, rather than the small bits and pieces he’s built up for himself. Eight painstaking months was nothing in exchange for the prize of a lifetime with you. His entire life up until this point, as miserable and cruel and dark as it was, was nothing but a small price to pay at the thought of having you all to himself. There would be no more hurt, no more pesky interferences, no more space between your radiance and him once he could put everything into motion.

His aim has always been simple.

Your love is the reason he’s living again. You’re the breath on his scarred mouth, the blood in his tangled veins, the thump-thump in his calloused heart, the warmth coming from the body of a whole person. He’s undeserving, and yet he craves for it, the addictive sensation of your honeyed affection rousing up his cold heart and spreading warmth throughout his decaying body. 

You awaken something deep inside of him.

He has to cling to that light, the saving grace in the darkness that he’s wallowed in forever.

Adison knows what he has to do. 

To breach that final distance separating you from him.

To keep the promise of his love.

To cherish you tenderly. 

x

[theproverbialpen]

HEY, YOU! PERSON WHO KEEPS LISTENING TO RUTHLESSNESS ON REPEAT:

Do you sometimes skip through Epic just to hear any song Poseidon is in in? Is Steven Rodriguez’s “Like You Mean It” probably going to be on your Spotify wrapped this year? Have @neal-illustrator’s animatics permanently altered your brain chemistry?

First of all, let me recommend “Devil Wears Lace” by Steven Rodriguez cause damn that song is good.

Second of all, let me also shamelessly plug my fanfic for those of you who have also found yourself with a carnal need for the Dark-Haired King himself:

“No, my lord—I beg your mercy, please.” Gods, it was one mistake! One stupid, stupid decision made in the throes of lust. To think your kingdom, your home, would be punished for your one lecherous act had you spiraling all over again, chest constricting like a vice. Why, oh why did you have to anger the most mercurial of all the gods?!

Poseidon did not respond immediately, the stillness bordering on pensive. You dared not breathe, lest your wheezing further enrage him. When the silence stretched onward, you were just about ready to start begging for your life again. You opened your mouth, prepared to let epithets and apologies flow forth like libations, when he finally answered you.

“Fine,” came his stern concession. “You want mercy? Why don’t you prove to me you deserve it?”

“How would I do so, my lord?” you quickly inquired.

“Well, I believe you were in the middle of something, weren’t you?”

So yeah! If that sounded somewhat appealing to you, you can read the whole thing on AO3. This will be a threeshot with a follow up story (or two) because man the hyperfixation has been activated. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for taking the time to read :)

[lifemod17]

It is in fact an oil can!!!

And yes the clean cut + Fuckass Bob combo is dangerous to my mental health 🥵

Um. I have some things to say after finding this video:

Is that guitar a motor oil can? I? Um? What?

IS THAT HIS FACE? SOMEONE LET HIM SHAVE AND GO ONSTAGE? AS AN ADULT? AS A MAN? WHAT?

HELP: @lifemod17 @man-i-love-folklore @deprivedmusicaljunkie @1-lamentis @joie-joie

[elysianimagines]

headcanon: since sigewinne is brilliant at reading people, she can immediately tell you have a crush on wriothesley, even before you yourself realise it too.

your facial expressions say it all, after all! your blushing cheeks, the way your smile is different around him, the way you look at him…

too bad there’s no mirrors in the fortress of meropide - if she could get one, she could show you just how obviously flustered you are around him! 🤭

[lifemod17]

Unfathomable amount of SILLY!!!

🎥: livsigg | tiktok

Melbourne, night 2 || 11/13/2024

[someprettyname]

*cackles in evil* *rubs hands*

It's my study break. You know what that means? 😈

ISAGI SMUT HERE I COME🗣️

[mawwart]

Don’t look at me. please

[wormyfilms]

Uhhhhmmmm uhhhmmm uhhhhhhh………………

[tarotfiend]

as a boy crazy lesbian i am here to firmly establish that aesthetic attraction is 100% real

[nothing-behindher-eyes]

bro I need him so bad

[detective-shirogane124]

GREGOR SAMSA THE MAN YOU ARE

[freak-accident419]

NEED THAT DEREK DANFORTH DICK AAAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAA

[cufflinksandsnapbacks]

cough cough