#i wasnt so sure of the name anymore might change it

[dood-itsradical]

I genuinely forgot that I made neuvifuri fanchild back around the same time I made archons x diamond au ahh

So anyway he <3

[larks-birdhouse]

GENLOSS FOUNDERS CUT THOUGHTS

i want to make it so so clear i don’t want to dunk on genloss. this is my braindump and i LOVED genloss. please support young creators as they grow and improve i beg of thee

im putting this under a cut because i expect it to be long 😭

❤️ - negative

💚 - positive

💙 - neutral

💚 once again reminded how much ranboo’s acting has improved since dsmp <3

💚 AND a fantastic reminder of how great the other actors are!!!! all the deaths still hurt and the security officers did SO SO GOOD

💚 i love that hetch is more evil now. hurts even more watching hetch manipulate ran even harder up to his death

💚 ranboo has survivor’s guilt :’[ god him slowly accepting it was his fault (even though it WASNT) broke me

💚❤️ i think redubbing certain parts makes sense, but for some reason it was just really obvious during niki’s intro?? it felt so jarring

💙 ngl i paused the premiere to catch the qr code. in my defence i was about half an hour behind already :’]

❤️ GOD i wish we saw more of the carousel folks. so much time spent on setting up mousetrap, so little on them. is that in of itself a commentary? genuine question i do not know

❤️ also i am so sad we didn’t see more of austin’s “hey what the fuck is happening.” there was plenty of it but i want MORE

❤️💙 and i wish there was a little more time on ethan’s fashion show simply because it is funny

💚 the play on words with austin being the straight man is still fantastic

💚 someone else pointed this out (i’m not sure who i saw it from first but i’ll find them) but hetch near exclusively calling ranboo “hero” is such a good detail. not their name, but their character

💙 i forgot about the charlie stream! but honestly i would fully believe that is something charlie would just Do

❤️ I WANT MORE SNEEGGGGGG WHERE WAS HE

💚 the ART!! the DESIGNS of the devices!! adds so much to the story and i’m so glad they were shared. such fantastic art too!!

❤️ the create-a-creature kinda came out of nowhere, i was so confused and i wish there was a bit more buildup

💙 about hetch saying they aren’t themselves anymore: how many times can the actors get tortured and brainwashed before they stop being themselves? how much of them can be taken and replaced before it stops being them? (theseus’s ranboo)

💚 I LOVED THE SQUIGGLES ANIMATIONS!!!! SO GOOD I NEED TO FIND MORE OF THE CREATOR’S WORK

❤️ i might have missed it so correct me if i’m wrong but i don’t think we had the wide shot of the hero-kill-inator or whatever and i WISH we did because it goes so hard

💚 in terms of ending changes, i loved both endings!! both so good for different reasons, and the “thank you” KILLS ME IM SO SORRY BOO I HOPE YOU CAN JOIN YOUR FRIENDS IN THE CANON AFTERLIFE

💙 actually only hell is canon. maybe heaven just Doesn’t Exist. only suffering

💚❤️ at some points i thought the gore was great and at some points i wanted MORE. all the blood seeping out from under the doors, the room they haven’t “reset” yet, the guts instead of food were all great. but i wanted more of surgery charlie’s suffering to contrast the absurdity and just generally more carnage

❤️ i also wish there was more audio gore with austin & sneeg’s deaths. the wall just kind of Stops with no indication of them being crushed and its not apparently obvious that they died

💚 gen zero preview!!! i’m so excited, wondering who will be brought in for that one

💚 hearing the echos of “just let me die” in the beginning was haunting, fantastic stuff loved it

💚 HOW DID I FORGET THE PHOTOS THAT WAS SO GOOD ARE THOSE REAL BABY RANBOO PHOTOS?? INCREDIBLE

💚 overall i quite enjoyed the founder’s cut! can’t wait to see what comes next and i’m so proud of ranboo!!

💙 what is it with media about content creator self inserts that suffer immensely with little to no comfort that draws me in so? why has this happened so many times??

[kookblurx]

1920 - jjk [chpt 7. ]

→ SUMMARY: a photo of a beautiful smiling boy; an old tree in your grandparents garden ... and a feeling of sadness. all those things are connected to each other ...

→ GENRE: time travel au; changing fate au; rencarnation au; university au; death; sickness; historical setting; trigger topics; smut; dirty talk; switching between present and the past.

→ chapt. 6 / chapt. 8

→ RATING: 18+

→ NOTE: HUGE DISCLAIMER, this story plays in a fantasy setting. the world YN lives in doesnt exist, neither jungkooks. so please dont mention anything just because its not historically correct. this is piece of art. so yes, jungkook wears armor like a knight and no there are no guns in his time period. thanks.

JUNGKOOK MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎ CHOOSE A SONG FROM THIS PLAYLIST

The Present:

"wait hold on ... what do you mean with Jimin?" your voice sounded confused and your eyes searched for an answer in the fairies face.

at the same time the fairy snapped with her fingers which caused jungkook to freeze on the spot. this whole situation was more than strange. after she was more than sure that jungkook was really frozen in time, the fairy finally started to speak as she flew over to the documents.

"listen carefully. jimin isnt such a nice guy as jungkook might had thought ..."

"what do you mean?" slowly you followed her as she hovered over a specific document.

"you probably wondered why there is no valid information about jungkook in your time ... i might know the reason"

with one of her bare feet she landed on the family tree document. it wasnt jungkook's, it was jimin's. her little fingers traced the letters of Jimin's family name before she looked back up at you again.

"after we took jungkook with us .. i went back to the exact moment. then i saw it ... the man let go of jimin but not to take him with them. they looked confused ... and mentioned how they should kill him now"

with a confused look on your face you reached down, picking up the paper carefully "... dont tell me ... Jimin's ancestor was the one who betrayed Jungkook in the past."

"exactly ... and this name proves it" light like a feather the fairy landed on your shoulder, pointing to a name in the family tree "he married a woman with the surname Min ... and the Min clan were the ones attacking the village"

if that was true everything started to make sense. the reason why jungkook's name was erase from every single historian website, why jimin's family hid those documents on their attic. they made sure that nothing of that would see the light of day. but another question remained; was Jimin the one who killed Jungkook underneath that tree? was he really able to murder his best friend?

"what can we do ...?"

for a short moment the fairy started to think "keep him here. at least for now. they already think he got taken away by a witch. they are all searching for him. its safer here"

"but what about-!" the moment you turned your head, she was gone.

instead of her face you saw jimin's confused expression as you were standing there, clutching the paper with both of your hands. suddenly you couldnt look him in the eyes anymore. that was stupid. this jimin doesnt know what his family did. at least you hoped so. from behind someone placed a hand on your shoulder, it was jungkook. he looked worried as he gently took the paper out of your hands.

"everything okay? you ... look hurt"

his voice was gentle and something deep inside of you really kept hurting. as you looked him in the face another faint voice was heard in the back of your head. it was the same woman you heard the last time:

"say, promise me that we will always be together. that nothing will ever tear us apart. pinky promise!"

for the first time you thought about whether this was your voice that you kept hearing. maybe that secret woman jungkook was seeing, was actually you. the fairy mentioned something that your life is connected to his. did this happen before? did you fail to protect him the last time?

"i need a moment ... okay?" with those words you rushed out of the library, through the backdoor and into the garden.

at the same moment your head began to hurt as the realisation hit you slowly and creepily. voices started to grow louder and louder as you stumbled into the direction of the big tree.

"did you saw that?! i never saw a firefly before!" "what ... but ... you promised you wouldnt go! you said you would be careful" "... i hate you! I fucking hate you!" " no ... please ... dont leave me ... please come back home"

as soon as you reached the tree and your hand touched the stump something flashed before your eyes. it was only for a short moment but you could see it too clearly. it was jungkook laying in bed, facing you. someone placed their hand on his cheek as you heard a faint "i love you"

the throbbing in your head slowly faded away with the image you just saw. was this woman really you or were you reliving the memories of someone else? maybe your own ancestor? no this couldnt be possible. you knew that your ancestors came from a completely different country before they moved over the ocean. at least, that's what your mom always had told you. some strands of brown hair fell onto you face, as you leaned your forehead against the stump. it was cold. not too cold for you to shiver but still cold. it was in the middle of summer and yet the cold crept underneath your clothes.

Time didn't seem to matter anymore as you just continued to stand in this place. maybe 5 minutes had passed, maybe it was an hour, you didnt knew that. the only thing which brought you back from your trance was jungkook's voice, as he walked up the hill.

"hey, jimin took some documents with him. he went home and said he would look into something so we can send me back... are you ... okay?"

again, he placed his hand on your shoulder, turning your body into his direction. somehow you werent able to face him. the only thing you could do was grabbing his arms.

" ... can you stay here? Just a bit longer? i know its selfish of me but ... please?" jungkook noticed how your hands were shaking as he gently removed them.

at the same time he wrapped both of his arms around your body, trying to calm you down a bit. the sensation of his body against your own felt so comfortable. its like you felt something like this before, sometime in a past life of yours. with still shaking hands you hugged him back. first carefully just to tighten your hold a bit. jungkook didnt said a word as he kept holding you ... he only let go of you after you heard the car of your grandparents in the driveway.

Some time later:

you never knew it would be this difficult to sneak dinner into your room without running into your grandma. after she arrived back at the mansion, she decided to clean the whole place. which meant she was everywhere. literally everywhere. you didnt even had the time to properly explain how a toilet works, as you had sent jungkook into the bathroom. with crossed fingers you waited in front of it, hoping that he will manage somehow.

after that katastrophe was solved you sneaked past your grandma up the stairs. you only started to breathe again after reaching your room and closing the door behind you. jungkook was sitting on the bed, like a puppy as he waited for you. while you were downstairs in the kitchen another thought crossed your mind; what did jungkook ate in his time? does he even like sandwiches with tuna?

"Hm smells good, what is this?" to your suprise, jungkook snatched the plate out of your hand.

without any complaints he started eating both slices as his life would depend on it. this gave you some time to check your messages on your laptop. of course there was one from jimin, claiming that he would help sending Jungkook back into his time. not answering you closed the chatroom with him. what the fairy said earlier still laid heavily in your stomach. jungkook didnt deserved that, to be betrayed by his best friend. the exact same friend who told him to come to the battlefield with him. beside jimins message there wasnt much so you closed the chatrooms. as you wanted to close your laptop, jungkook appeared behind you, pointing at the screen.

"hey, thats me, right?"

right in front of you was the forum you searched earlier. it showed a picture of jungkook in his armor on a black horse. slowly jungkook leaned forward to get a better look, this caused his chest to press against your shoulder. this damn tight shirt. you could literally feel everything through the thin fabric of your own shirt. this man will surely be the death of you in no time. not only did you thought that he looks really good but also your heart started to beat like crazy. every time he came close to you. deep inside you already cursed your past self for falling in love with him.

"uh yes it is. this is some kind of ... black board? were people can share their opinions with each other" it was hard to find the right words to explain things to him.

with a nod jungkook just kept reading through all the messages people left underneath his picture. apperantly someone found this pic in an old box in their grandmas closet. which made you wonder if this woman was also somehow related to this incident in some kind of way. slowly you scrolled through the messages, asking how his grandma got hold of the pic but no one answered them. maybe it was just an attention seeker who bought this pic from a shady website or something.

"say jungkook, is this picture valid?"

"hm ... i own a black horse and thats definetely my armor im wearing ... so i would say, yes its me"

a sigh escaped escaped from your lips as you closed the laptop with one hand. tiredness came over you as you stood up from the blue computer chair. jungkook stumbled a bit back as he watched how you retreated into your bed. he looked a bit lost which why you raised an eyebrow

"whats wrong?"

suddenly he started to play with his fingers "... this is your bed ... i know how i acted in the morning but .. its not really gentleman like to sleep in the same bed as a woman .. at least not if im not married to you"

of course this topic was bound to come up. jungkook came from a time were man only shared a bed with their wife or a woman they hired for sex. there was only one bed in your room so he needed to bear with it somehow. not listening to his complaints you lifted the blanket up as you nodded with your head into the direction. nervously jungkook took off his shirt but as soon as his hands wander down to his pants you immediately stopped him

"wait! shirtless is fine but ... dont sleep naked for gods sake! if you feel uncomfy in the jeans .. at least keep the shorts on, got it?!" you were flustered as jungkook nodded and took off his jeans.

even a simple boxer made you already nervous. so as soon as jungkoo got under the blanket you moved a bit to the edge of the bed. not to give him more space, more so you wont touch him. the images of the morning were still prominent in your head, so touching hin was a big no go. while you closed your eyes, you hoped that he wouldnt try to do something funny.

but as you drifted off to sleep you didnt noticed how he slowly wrapped one of his arms around your hip ....

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[v-ternus]

Winner

hiiiiiiiii @iamthecomet here’s Copia taking advantage of rewarding Aeon (with consent ofcourse)

MDNI |||||| 18+

Aeon walks to Copia's dressing room, expecting to be sent back to the pit after his mishaps during the ritual. But what he gets just has him confused.

t!Copia and Aeon |||| pussy/cunt and clit for Copia

Elements of dubcon, but I swear he wants it.

~2800 of nastiness, there might be plot if you squint hard enough.

tags: topping from the bottom, power dynamic?, dubcon? first time, virgin Aeon, trans Copia, P in V, oral, riding, praise kink, dacryphilia, knotting

Three quick knocks interrupt the swipes of a damp cloth over his black stained skin. Whoever it is says his name, asking to see if he’s even in the room. His summoning day feels as fresh as yesterday, so he doesn’t recognize the voice.

“Yeah come in,” The door cracks open slowly to reveal one of the ghoulettes. He flipped through his mind before finding her name, Cumulus. 

Her voice was lively, kind. “You were great tonight,” He pressed his lips together, it's not a frown, but it's not exactly a smile either. Her words felt like a forced compliment— he had fumbled some notes throughout the ritual and they sounded jarring against everyone else's flawless playing. He felt exposed under the bright lights. To say he was disappointed in himself was an understatement, so he didn’t have it in him to really smile. 

Cumulus moved over to bump shoulders with him infront of the vanity, giving him an innocent smirk. “Copia wants to see you whenever you’re able,” His insides quickly sour, as if she just delivered his death sentence. He thinks of what the meeting holds for him. Wrath. Punishment. Banishment back to the pit. As new as he was, he already knew he was replaceable. 

His fear must’ve been written all over his face, because the next words from Cumulus are ones of comfort. 

Dont be so hard on yourself. It’ll work out. 

She gives him a quick squeeze on his shoulder before leaving him to finish. The silence is ringing in his ears and he cant seem to move. He tries to unfreeze his muscles— better to go now and not drag it out, he thinks. 

He sets the damp cloth on the counter and reaches for his balaclava and helmet, slipping them on with little grace. It was a foreign routine to him still and it showed— it looked a little sloppy. 

The walk to Copia’s dressing room is short— straight to the end of the hall, turn right, second door down. He feels like his boots are being filled with concrete the closer he gets. 

He stands in front of the inconspicuous door, mulling over what could be his last moments topside before he knocks. They sound almost soft enough for the sound to be drowned out by the building’s low, constant hum— or at least that's what he thought. Copia calls out, with that signature odd accent and Aeon finally breaks through the barrier into the frontman’s space. 

He didnt know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasnt this. The room didnt have a velvet couch, or a red carpet or a lavish bathroom that seemed fitting for the head of the church. His room was just like all the rest of the ghouls’— plain, bordering on rundown save for the better looking furniture scattered throughout. 

“Ah, thank you for coming so quickly Aeon,” He looks relaxed on the graying couch set along the opposite wall. He sets down some paperwork next to him on the small side table and moves further into the corner, patting the other side, making more space for the nervous ghoul to take a seat. 

Aeon takes a seat and keeps his eyes glued to the ground, not wanting to take in anymore of Copia’s attention. 

“I wanted to talk about tonight,” The words echo in his head and bile starts to rise. Copia lets the words hang between them for a moment before standing. Aeon only notices the change when he sees two feet move between his own on the ground. “there were a few hiccups, I'm sure you’re aware.” Copia’s voice makes him shiver. Here it comes.  

He hooks a finger under Aeon’s helmet, forcing uncomfortable eye contact that has his insides in knots. There’s nothing but anxiety laced around his silver eyes, and he’s sure Copia can see it clearly. 

“But Im very proud of you.”

Aeon flinches, expecting a stern talking to, instead hearing praise. Papa was proud of him? He must have seen the confusion and knew he needed to clear things up. But Copia was going to drag him through the ropes a little, wanting to see him squirm just a bit more. 

“You thought you were in trouble, didn’t you piccolo?” Aeon cant speak. Instead, he unclenches his jaw and he leans back onto the couch, away from the fingers on him. He’s dumbfounded to say the least, wary. Copia’s face screws up, expecting an answer. “Yes,” His voice wavers. It sounds choked off. 

“You messed up. But you finished didnt you? You recovered, no?”

Aeon opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. He doesnt even know what he would say.

“The answer is yes ghoul. You did well.” Copia is stern, holding the voice of the head of a church, not just a man. “It would serve you well to speak when spoken to.” 

“Yes Papa. Thank you Papa,” The compliments are unexpected, and unbelievable because of his own standards for himself. This is what he was called in for? Surely a little congratulation wasn't worth a whole meeting. 

Copia set his hands on the couch, bracketing the wide helmet, looming over him. Even though they are about the same build, Copia feels just that much larger above him. It feels like god is staring into him. 

“Take off your helmet.”  He follows the command with trembling hands. The idea of losing the one thing protecting his face from the assault of Copia’s eyes makes him turn an even brighter shade of red. “Good boy.”

“Would you like a reward?”

“-m sorry?” If he wasnt confused before, he definitely was now. “I asked if you would like a reward?” He tore apart his brain for what Copia might have for him. Maybe a small gift to commemorate things. Maybe a night out on the town with the rest of the ghouls on his dime. His naivety was laughable. 

“Yes.” The unsteady words barely leave his lips when Copia kneels before him, resting back on his heels. Tell me if you want to stop. Copia drags his warm touch up along his thighs and can feel Aeon tense with each second. He squeezes at the lithe muscle, trying to press the anxiety out. It sets the already high strung hell beast to high alert. 

Copia’s hands inch higher as he meets Aeon’s eyes, looking for him to say no. Aeon just stares back at him blankly. 

With no opposition, Copia palms over the slight tent in his pants. Aeon groans, deep from his chest. When did he get hard? The light touch has him filling out quickly and the confines of his pants begin to hurt as his shaft presses into the zipper. 

Copia digs the heel of his palm in harder. Just enough to make him buck into the friction, enough for him to chase his hand when he pulls it away. Aeon was at least a little excited. Copia works to undo his belt and wrestles the uniform down around his ankles. 

Aeon can't peel his eyes off of his Papa, watching him as he hooks a finger in his boxers, pulling and tucking the band under his balls, he’s watching as Copia’s eyes widen when his cock springs out, bouncing against his vest. With his reactions, Aeon could guess that his superior was more excited by this than he was.

Copia dribbles spit onto the tip before finally wrapping his hand around the throbbing shaft, bringing another to cup his heavy balls. A thumb swipes over the tip, smearing around the slick mess. A sound passes his lips, not really a moan, but its high and feminine and it makes Copia’s cunt feel so absurdly empty.  “You sound so pretty, little one,” 

The continued praise makes his skin feel electric, like Copia’s words are shocks of lightning from the skies— the warm hands working him sure dont help the almost overwhelming sensation. He lets his eyes fall shut, almost losing himself in the pleasure. The only input he can process is Copia’s hand stroking him languidly. Its so good. Better than anything he’s had so far— which admittedly wasnt much. He had fooled around with Aether during their lessons, but it was really just rutting against eachother in the instrument closet. 

He was sure that this was as good as it got. He’s quickly proven wrong when a new warmth envelops him. Its wet. So very wet. He drags his eyes open and the sight before him makes his cock twitch. 

Oh. 

Copia has his lips stretched around the flush head, gently sucking and dragging his tongue along the underside. “Papa why?” He digs his claws into the couch and digs his fangs into his lip. His world is so hazy but it feels so good. 

Copia pulls off of him and Aeon cringes from the lack of warmth. 

“It’ll feel good, little one. Just relax.” The nonchalant words fill him with a bit of worry, it replaces some of the white hot pleasure that's been pooling in his gut. He’s still racked by confusion.

The head of the church, the right hand of Satan, on his knees rewarding a mere ghoul. The infernal one wanted this for him, it didn’t feel right to say no. Surely, couldnt say no. Right?

He wants to hold, feel something else so he can ground himself to reality. He wants to run his hands through the salt and pepper hair, tug a bit— drag out a groan. But he doesnt. That feels too imposing, too forward. He wont take more than what’s offered.

Before he can get too far into his mind, Copia brings his mouth back, taking him all the way until his nose is buried into the short curls at the base. Aeon isnt as well endowed as some of the other ghouls— Mountain— but he’s still something to choke on. And choke on him he does. He bobs his head at the bottom and keeps the tip of Aeon’s cock nestled in the back of his throat. Tears build in the corners of his eyes but he does his best to will them away. 

Copia swallows around the swollen head and all Aeon can think of is how soft his throat is. He tongues at the underside and massages his balls, rolling them, pulling gently.

“Fuck, fuck please—” The desperation makes Copia hum around him, and his balls draw up tighter, he’s right on the edge. Whatever breaths he can manage are short huffs. 

To say that the frontman had a golden mouth would be an understatement. Aeon taps on Copia’s hand, “Papa, Im so close,” 

Copia’s hand wouldve been enough to push him over the edge— kitten licks around the tip and base, fucking into his tight fist, his spend dripping over those slender fingers onto his uniform as Copia held onto his knot. Damn the mess. It would’ve been enough, but Copia had something different in mind. 

I think you deserve something even more special. 

Aeon can only stare and replay the words that just filled the air.

“What does that mean Papa?” It's a squeak, a small voice that matches how he feels. His head tilts, involuntarily, as if the innocent gesture would get him an answer any sooner. His heart is pounding, and its not just from the stellar blowjob he just received. What does he mean? The question isnt entertained, Copia decides to show him instead.  

He’s quickly off of Aeon, fingering at the laced front of his pants, working them down his pale thighs before kicking them off along with his boots. He looks up to Aeon gawking. His gaze is locked on the pretty patch of hair between his legs and the flush, wet cunt that rests below it. He watches as Copia moves towards him and swings his legs over his thighs. 

Aeon was frozen, muscles refusing to act on his brain’s command. He was helpless to stop Copia’s hand from dragging the near purple head of his cock through his damp folds, smearing his slick all over. He was helpless as Copia lined up his cock up with his pulsing hole, helpless to stop Copia from spearing himself, lowering his tight warmth onto his painfully hard cock till his ass rested on his hips. All he could do was breathe and try to resist the urge to buck up into the welcoming hole.

Aeon was going insane. He had never felt heat like this, not even in the pit. The pleasure from the soft walls gripping him was at odds with the feelings swirling in his head. He tried to think rationally, tried to find the word no, but each bounce from the man on his lap knocked out brain cells. It didnt help that his Papa sounded so delicious as he rode him— each roll of his hips was punctuated by punched out breaths and high pitched whines. Even though he wasnt happy during the ritual, he was atleast happy he could make his Papa feel nice. 

“Make your hands useful,” Copia grabbed them and rested them on his hips, wanting the ghoul to rock him back and forth on his length or grind his hips down— anything. Not that he needed the help, he just wanted more participation. Aeon just looked at him all dumb and brain dead. 

“Ive never…” He sounds so ashamed. The fear of disappointing him rises again. 

“Papa help.”

Copia’s eyes blow out. The word all but smacks him across the face— virgin. If this really was his special ghoul’s first time, he was hell bent on setting the bar high. 

“Its ok little one,” He coos. 

“Allow me.”

He starts bouncing, purposefully tightening his cunt when he drags himself up. This was his reward for Aeon, but he would be silly to deny that he was chasing his own release. Aeon reached into him perfectly, the blunt head dragging against his walls, hitting his g-spot each time he moved. He felt Aeon twitch inside. They're both close, he could feel that familiar bulge bumping against his swollen lips. 

“Go on ghoul. Let me have it.” He winces when Aeon’s cock kicks, feeling himself get wetter. Aeon digs his nails into the plump hips under his hands— sure he’s left crescent shaped dents. Copia rests his forehead against his, focusing on the warm breath against his clammy skin.

“Fuck your cum in, make me take it. Make me catch.” Aeon answers the foul words with a gasp. He wants to so bad. Its in his nature to want it. But he tries to shut it down with his first coherent thoughts of the night. 

You cant just say that. Please just get off and finish me with your hands. Please. Just hold it in your hand. 

Knotting someone was a big thing, topside or not. Alot came with it. Copia wanting it? It was insane. 

“We both know thats not what you want.” Aeon tried pushing Copia off, tried to stave off his orgasm before he inevitably buries his load into his raw cunt. But his efforts were futile.

Copia reached down to thumb at his clit, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came and gushed over Aeon’s cock. He used the extra wetness to glide himself around the swollen base. The right squeeze and Copia fluttering around him was more than enough to send him off the cliff. 

He lurched forward when he came, wrapping his arms around Copia, squeezing as he rocked his hips up.

Thank you Papa. Thank you. Thank you. 

He groaned into Copia’s neck, lapping at the junction between it and his shoulder, using what little consciousness he had left to not mark the soft flesh with his fangs. He focused on draining his balls, fucking his knot in, brushing it against that special spot that sent blinding pleasure up Copia’s spine as his cunt milked him dry.

Copia was stuck so good, too good. He would’ve liked to stay that way forever, but the post nut clarity was starting to filter in. He needed out. 

“Papa please stop. It wont go down if you dont stop.” He was breathless, he sounded wounded. Copia turned his head to look at the ghoul, taking in the fucked out look splashed against his gray skin. He felt him shake from each gentle roll of his hips. 

He almost felt bad for the ghoul, key word almost. 

“Of course starlight, anything you want.” He smirked before clenching his cunt and rocking up, tugging against the swollen knot. The poor ghoul was sensitive, and the overstimulation was too much. The pressure finally made tears fall against Aeon’s pretty cheeks and Copia could feel his chest heaving with small sobs. He leaned over to lap at the wetness.

Before the ghoul could get anymore messy, Copia settled in his lap and placed a filthy kiss against his lips. Aeon was slow, still mindless and blissed out, but he responded by fucking his tongue into his mouth, licking at whatever he could reach. It was nothing he had ever felt before. 

They sat there, mouths entwined, waiting for the swell to diminish. 

The silence was broken by knocking at the door. 

“Bus call in fifteen, guys. Hurry up,” That lively voice rang through again, of course it was Cumulus. He couldnt help but chuckle against Copias lips. 

This was going to be an interesting few weeks. 

[marvelita85]

Avy jorrāelan

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryion reader oc

you were stanting before him, your grandfather already made his wish of his second son and you his favourite grandaughter the one who looked so much like his late mother with your eyes one green one lilac to be united in matrimony, and you couldnt believe Aemond accepted just like that, you were sure your mother and Alicent had something to say about the kings desition and you thought you had to speak with Aemond if you wanted to be free of that engagment before it was too late

I've heard you were looking for me

I just wanted to talk, we cant keep with this engagment Aemond...

it is the king´s desition

and you are alright with it? because the last time we saw eachother you didnt hold any good sentiments towards me or my brothers

dont get them in this, please, you were always my friend growing up...

yes we were, but we havent seen eachother in 6 years, you stoped writing to me and in all honesty I dont think you care, why condemning ourselfs to a marriage that wont make us happy

are you that discusted with this betrothal, I'm willing to perform my duty

this goes beyond that Aemond and you know it, at the end of the day you will remain loyal to your mother, and I to mine, there is no way we will bend to the will of the other, and we will always be on other side of the family- aparently he didnt have anything to say about that knowing you were right - we have to stop this before is too late, we have to speak with grandsire

I cant do that...our union is for the best for the family, thats how my father see it, and his point of view is valid, we together as you say we are from 2 different branch of the family and getting together we will prevent many things that are about to come when the king is no more on this earth

a war you mean, your mother and grandfather will tried to name Aegon king without the right to do so

is Aegon´s right as first born son

the king had 20 years to named him heir and he didnt, everyone knows he is not suited to be king, and if that really happend war will break whatever we are married or not, that is treason and I wont be a prisioner in my oun hause

no one will make you feel a prisoner here

still I feel out of place in Kings Landing, is not my home

you didnt even give it a chance, your idea might change if

if I married you...I wish things were different, between us, between my brothers, becasue you like it or not they are my brothers and I love them, what wouldnt make me happy to marry my best friend than someone that I dont know

,Aemond growing up you meant the world to me and everything was different after Driffmark

you were too... and I stoped writing because I though you didnt want me to anymore...

it hurted at first then i learned to live with it

you forgot about me...

no, but you werent a constant anymore and I learn to live my life like that without you in it

we have the chance to change that, to learn to live together again, to stay together

there wasnt a way out of that marriage and you know it, everyone saying it was a good match and Aemond trying his best to be everyday by your side and do your favourite things, from reading together in the library to fly in dragon back with Vaghar and Shadow, your dragon didnt like vaghar much but Shadow didnt care as long you were with him and calm

you couldnt say you didnt enjoy his atention and your time together it was like before when you were kids and you defended him from your brothers and his, and the builing he suffered, you got all the resentment he felt now he was an adult but you couldnt be completly at ease

time passed your brothers and mother return to dragonstone and your grandsire asked you if you wanted to stay and Aemond was hopefull you say yes

you decided to stay and spend more time with your bethroded and your grandsire, after all they were your family too, and if you wished to go, the dragon pit was a short walked from the keep

what is this?

well your wedding preparations princess...

no there not, this is the faight of the seven... Im not marrying into that faight

it is your future husband´s faight my lady - you didnt say no more and you stomed out looking for Aemond and demand an explanation

how is that preparations are made ot marry us in the faight of the seven...

exuse us my lord...- Aemond dismissed Lord Lanister who looked at you funny your eyes shut the man out and he retired the room

it is my mother´s doing Im not involved in the preparations as you can see

not of course you prefer to spend your days training with Sir Criston or fly with Vaghar or read in the library but to know your own wedding preparations in your mothers hand knowing to well my thoughs about it

what are your thoughts about it then?

that I marry you under old Valarya tradition or not at all - Aemond froze on his spot - and you can tell that to your mother... when you make a desition send a raven to dragonstone

you´re leaving?

I miss the freedom I had there and here lack, everywhere I go there is one of your mother´s spies to see what the princess is doing, so yes I am going to spend my last few days of freedom beside my family

Alicent wasnt happy at all about the changed Aemond made her do about the weeding, she wanted her son to marry under her faight , Rhaenyra´s children werent raised under that faight at all

it is my desire mother, to marry under old valarya tradition just like y/n

I had hopes she didnt changed you my son, but you are turning in the same boy who was so inlove with her growing up

she was always kind to me, and I...

I know you love her my son just hope she does aswell as much

your spirits were lifted going back to Dragonstone and spend a few weeks away form the Keep you missed your grandsire but being with your family was what you needed

Rhaenyra and all the family traveled back to Kings Landing for the wedding of the princess and prince Aemond, he was waiting to recived the family along with his mother at the gate of the Keep, and you smile when he aproached kissing your hand, your brothers made a face but they didnt coment anything about them, after all Luke and Jace loved you and you them very much, you were very united

dinner with all the family was peculiar as the tensing calm even Rhaenyra and Alicent finally reunited and started to talk the last details of their children´s wedding Aemond coudlnt stop looking at his future bride, you unbodered by the stares talked with your cousins and your brothers

your grandsire the king was happy to bare witness of your wedding with Aemond, it wasnt completly old Valarya style, as it was inside the dragon pit, many smallfolk atended, the King couldnt conduct the ceremony but he was the one sitting in the throne made there, you both were so inmersed in the tradition of cuting lips and drink from the cup and say the words, Valaryan words that flow so natural from both of you, Aemond genualy seem happy and you did too

you kiss and seal your future forever - Avy jorrāelan...- Aemond wispered for you only to hear and you were in shock because those words were true and even you couldnt say them back not just yet you knew you felt them in your heart he was yours, you were his forever

[hearts401]

could you tell us more about swap! mike if you have the time he’s so important to me….

(also your art is so good. and your fics. like you are so so talented and you’re super funny as well and I love ur blog sm have an incredible day 🫶🫶🫶🫶)

WAAAH IM GLAD U LIKE HIM he's so special to me too

Im thinking of things i might not have shared already BUT ill also just drop a rundown of what happened bc i think some stuff has changed since last time i told it

basically mikes 10th or 11th (havent decided yet) birthday rolls around and hes messing w his friends and they lock him out as a joke. mildly annoyed, he just goes around to the back but finds he doesnt have his father's key with him like he's supposed to. luckily, william is there! and. stabs him. charlie dies shortly after in the bite, the missing kids (including mikes old friend sammy who was NOT involved in the party incident) all die (cassidys not in this au btw lol sammys toysnhk) and then sees evan get killed by circus baby. this whole time he's dragging them back because he wants revenge on his father, however sammy doesnt need dragging. he accepts michaels offer immediately. In fnaf 2, the security guard is the chica bully (who i have yet to name and fun fact she's transgenderrr mtf) and mike sends mangle after her while distracting her. she gets bite of 87ed. Michael chases henry into the fredbear suit and kills him, applauds evan for killing elizabeth before ditching him when he explains that he brought her back via remnant, and targets her and henry for the entirety of fnaf 6 before being caught in lefty and stopped for one night despairing over being trapped and shocked. buuut he returns the next night with a VENGANCE. he also joins sammy torturing will down in ucn.

NOW FOR THE NEW STUFF

He's way younger than teen mike but he does still have a habit of lashing out especially at evan. however when he sees everyone die that lessens a bit, and he often worries about evan stuck down there in the bunker, since hes the only spirit michael cant keep an eye on. they are, after all, under his protection. thats not to say charlie doesnt take that role, and she takes it much more seriously. they are TRULY under her protection and she is a lot kinder than michael is. but ill ramble about her some other time lol. when evan scoops liz and is kicked out of ennard, michael is ecstatic! his brother is back and they dont have to worry about elizabeth getting involved anymore! until evan reluctantly explains that liz is not dead for good. michael is upset with him, and evan defends her, saying its not fair that she has to suffer for what their father did and INSISTS that she wasnt actually working for william. but mike doesnt buy it and waves evan off. he cares about him, sure, but hes not exceptionally worried, and now evans pissed him off.

later, when henry goes to the saferoom and michael kills him, charlie and sammy are incredibly upset. they both defend henry, and michael ends up ditching them and turning the missing kids against them. because sammy chose this life to get rid of will, and charlie wasnt even murdered, so CLEARLY they have no say in this. (mikes just a bully and also second oldest only to sammy)

but then the missing kids move on and michael stays behind. because hes not done yet! hisdads still here! and everyone left him and hes soooo pissed because all thats left is charlie, sammy, evan, and henry. (oh and molten freddy) and hes just!!! ARGH!!! ITS NOT FAIR!!!! and uaufhuh

[sc3n3kitt3h]

GUYS SHOULD I CHANGE MY USERNAME

i want 2 change it cuz it doesnt rlly represent me anymore. scene-ness isnt as big of a part of my identity as it was when i chose my username. its been so aestheticized and tiktok-ified that its kind of less fun now. i still love it very much but more than anything i want 2 distance myself from that sort of homogenized aesthetic type community. i hate it a lot. i also really dont like when people try and put my art into dumb "scenecore/nostalgia" boxes. i'm not trying 2 be nostalgic!!! im a teen!!! i wasnt even there for when that was popular. i'm doing my own thing. i take inspiration from "that emo art style" a lot but thats sort of irrelevant i think?? i try and make my stuff unique and it kind of hurts my feelings when people do that. (its sort of hard to explain my feelings about this in a text-based format sorry lol. its not THAT serious i guess it just makes me mad) if youve followed me 4 a while u miiiight know that i used 2 tag my shit as scenecore but that was because i didn't fully understand what the "core" part meant and i was trying to fit that aesthetic at the time (i didn't REALLY get how far removed the current state of the scenester community is from the original message it was trying to convey. now it drives me nuts)

pros:

-my username would reflect my current personality more

-i would like it better

-it would distance me from posers and tiktok #aesthetic people

-it would help prevent my art from being put in dumb obtuse boxes

cons:

-my mutuals might not recognise me (especially people who dont log on very often)

-i'm not totally sure what to change it to yet. if anyone has any ideas lmk. im thinking @/INFINITEHYPURRDEATH cuz @/INFINITEHYPERDEATH was taken (>:( rude!!! they just reserved the name its not even being used 4 anything!!!!) but im def open 2 suggestions

-ive had this name since when i first joined tumblr

[gikairan]

Mmm so i tried to play some of that Wuthering/*/*/Waves game that came out today

Bc its a Genshin-like and hey its sort of the time of the Genshin update where not much is going on. Why not try it out?

Especially as my pathway into Genshin was "haha, lets see how bad this Chinese BOTW-like is" to "... oh no i'm actually having a LOT of fun"

And... boy i dont think i've ever played a game thats so shamelessly a rip-off of another one, and fails to carve even one iota of its own identity.....

Look, i'll admit. My play time is probably less than 3 hours. Mostly just trying to follow the main story. Until i unlocked the gacha, and tried to run around and see what the open world had to offer for a bit.

And its.... its Genshin. Its Genshin with a slightly more sci-fi skin, made by a company that isn't quite to the same standard of quality.

The combat is different, and i WILL give it the fact that its got good punch. Long term, I can see this being more interesting than Genshin's (Which i admit is a little button spammy and not very strategic anymore - especially as i ignore Spiral Abyss)

..... But its about the only system that i felt had the right level of polish? Jumping felt wrong, climbing felt wrong. I tried to do the fast climbing up a wall and the main character just went into the sprint animation. The subtitles dont scroll down when youre not in a proper "cutscene", and it doesnt seem to be scrollable, so you miss entire sentences. I dont know if you can change the dub language, since I just want to play my games in English, but if you did change your language... thats.... not great? Theres also weird pacing issues with the voice acting, where it seems like they didn't quite give the English voice lines enough time to be said, pause for breathing, and move onto the next line. It feels unnatural. Plus - some of the translation is a little odd? You get a dialogue option like "What happens when someone Overclocks" and the response from the character is "Overclocking is *thing*". Like... the option was "what happens when you do this thing?", not "what is thing (You just explained 2 seconds ago)?"

UI wise, it all felt overly familiar. Everything is in exactly. the. same. place. The pause menu is a little different, but not a huge amount. Many character systems are the same.

Overworld, the bit i explored seemed a little... empty? There wasnt really a lot i could see to do. I found a mechanic that is basically seeles..... I found a domain that had the same kind of UI going on. I found a puzzle that isnt directly ripped from Genshin.... because its the magnesis/ Ultrahand Korok block puzzles from BOTW/ TOTK....

Theres nothing i played that felt unique to this game? Maybe the echo system, which I probably havent played with enough, but i dont think that alone is enough of a draw on its own? It feels like it needs something more significant to really set it apart and let it be its Own Game.

But truly the worst sin - they gave the main character the title of "Rover". Which sure feels like "Traveller", but not. Except.... they dont put an article before "Rover". And the translators really really should have. Because Rover.... is a stereotypical dog name. "The Rover" would sound a looooooot better.

The thing is tho, i bet none of this would bother you if you never played Genshin? A game which, honestly, I do not recommend you picking up if you havent played it yet. Because youre looking at 100+ hours of cutscene just to catch up. This... might actually be a good option if you want to try that kind of game, but are daunted by the amount of content in Genshin? It needs a bit more polish but I dont think its bad. Just obviously a little lower budget, or the team isnt quite as experienced. But i cant play this game and not go ".... this isnt as good as the game that its clearly trying so hard to be???" And maybe if Genshin was a typical story-based game that just released in one go, and i'd finished it, i'd be more forgiving? Like an "oh boy, two cakes!" kind of situation? But side by side... and I can't help but compare and find this new game lacking.

[goremet-chef]

guhh im so bothered rnn (vent/rant)

so... i? idk. ive been out as trans in my house since 2020. my mom doesnt call me dom (sometimes she does if my sibling encourages her to, but she defaults back to my deadname anyways) and ive learned to accept it. i dont think she ever will and its sad for me, the reality that once i start my transition, ill need to just.. leave a lot of my family behind. they think its some rebellious choice like i hate all of them but im more worried about them hating me

my mom says shes supportive but is actively right wing, shes having an inner battle with her ideologies, i know that. i can tell by how she talks about homeless people vs how she talks about us being queer

so. whatever. thats my mom i guess. but for a long time, i wasnt out to my moms husband. i despise him and ive never intentionally started a conversation with him, let alone come out. ive started to not care about what he thinks. i know what he thinks, he thinks gays should die, said it straight to my gay siblings face. okay, cool. doesnt concern me, moms bf is absolutely fucking nothing to me.

to remedy this sort of like... we didnt wanna DEAL with what he might say if he heard both my siblings calling me dom, cuz both of them do, so whenever theyre around they would just refer to my deadname, but i saw it made them cringe, so now everyone calls me 'that one child'

that one, other one, etc etc

no one even calls me my name anymore

it makes me feel so hopeless. ive EXPRESSED it makes me upset but my younger sibling doesnt care (the one most guilty of it), because they dont understand why it upsets me, i guess thats enough reason to keep going

its so dehumanizing to be reduced to actually nothing. i ALREADY have heaps and heaps and HEAPS of identity issues. sometimes it gets so bad i start having crazy ass delusions, sometimes im not even present and its a different part of my mind in my body

its hard enough as is!!! now my family wont call me anything at all

it makes me feel less bad about leaving, but i dont think ill ever leave at this rate

need to start T, change my name, get a job, all in that order. starting T seems impossible at this rate. i.. dont know what to do. i cant keep LIVING like this, because im not living at all

i never leave my house because im too ashamed in how i look, i cant BEAR the thought of anyone else perceiving me as female, i cant fucking do it!!! im so tired. my house is like a prison for me, genuinely.

and my family dont get it, obviously. they think its my choice, im some kind of hermit who doesnt care about being outside because i have internet. they are so fucking wrong. i miss going out, i miss being around people, i miss existing like everyone else, but i just cant do it man. not like this

so it becomes a waiting game, when am i gonna bring up starting it? how do i even move forward once i do? what if she says no? id have to do it on my own but i cant.. i cant even order things for myself without freezing like shutting up will get me out of there, i cant fucking do it

she doesnt even know!! we were in the car together and she was like yknow theres people who cant even make a doctors appointment. what losers.

IM losers, would she have said that if she knew? does she know and decided to say it anyways? i dont know, but its just.. everything seems so hopeless at this point. i want to just give up, accept im not gonna be who i truly am, but man i cant stand being any more miserable

it makes me wanna cry, the only time i get to feel myself how i think i should be is either if i draw something fictitious, or if i spend hours in the mirror making sure i look masculine, my mustache is convincing, etc. AND FOR WHAT? literally for fucking WHAT, because i dont leave the house anyways!!!!! dolled up like i have somewhere to be, like my appearance will get me what i want, when im stuck at home! i got nothing to prove to them, they think what they think

its fucking dreadful. im so scared of my life passing me by, and here i am wasting away in my bedroom for the last 3 years. no progress, nothing. at first, i was scared about even starting T because theres a higher risk of heart disease, but. i dont fucking care if it KILLS me. i dont care!!! if it kills me i dont fucking care im not living the life i want to live anyways. the risk of death is worth it at this point, i mean that so seriously

idk. im just tired, is all. i wish everyone could perceive me the way i dream they would. only time that happens is online, or when im not with my family at all and instead with my friends. but we only hang out like. once in a blue moon

and yknow what? im not even safe then. i remember we were at my friends house for halloween last year (we always meet up). i had my full leatherface costume one, my face was touched up to make it look like the mask. and still. dressed that way, when my friends mom asked me what my name was, i said dom and she was immediately like. "oh, dominique?" no. my name is fucking DOMINIC.

i didnt say anything besides correcting her, but it was such a blow, man. the only time ill be happy is if im closely monitoring every single thing i do, to make sure i dont appear feminine at all. no matter how i look, now matter how deep my voice is. miserable. why would anyone think that id choose this

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for running away from home?

fair warning, i'm quite drunk right now, so this might not make this much sense

ok so i (27F) am part of a family thats dedicated to hunting monsters. and yeah yeah whatever 'ooooh monsters arent real' i honestly dont care if you believe me, its whats going on. if you live in a rural town in the uk or north america, youve probably been affected by us in some way. so anyways, i was driving around the middle of nowhere in canada about five months ago trailing this changeling named june (??F) when i see this kid named Pavel (17M) on the side of the road. i planned on killing him after seeing he was also a changeling but i just... idk. i couldnt do it. so i let him go. since then, ive begun, like, changing. im not hunting anymore, not monsters at least. im not as tired. i feel angry. well, not exactly angry, more like... this weird viscous hunger. even my goddamned eyes look different. i guess im a changeling. i dont know when i got switched, but i did. its undeniable now. this is bad for obvious reasons considering my family, but i managed to get away from them and find a safe (ish) place to stay with this guy named january (??M). thing is, though, this apparently REALLY fucked over my little sister callie (16F). our parents were making her stalk these two changeling classmates of hers, which she was all for, but i left before i could see what she did. she turned up a few hours ago with the two classmates saying the family disowned her for failing to kill them. shes pissed, ive got three 16 year olds at this house that i dont even own, and honestly im feeling like a real piece of shit cause callie never wouldve gotten disowned for a mistake like that if the family wasnt hypervigilant about betrayals or whatever right now. im feeling pretty awful, but im not sure if its justified. am i the asshole here?

[xflippinfrogx]

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MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My best friend because we’re both clingy 🤭

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Honestly it was probably you ash, I haven’t gotten too deep irl recently. 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? 1. Stick season~ Noah Kahan 2. New Year’s Day~ Taylor swift 3. Kiss me~ Sixpence none the richer 4. The end~ Phoebe Bridgers 5. Bags~ Clairo

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? People don’t normally play with mine I’m usually the hair player bUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH AGHHHH

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Hmmm not sure about miracles but luck sure! I myself have pretty awful luck so we can only hope miracles do exist so it stops😂

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? I’m sure there probably is somewhere in the universe. It might not be exactly like us but cmon there has to be SOMETHING out there?!

22. Where would you like to travel? YOUR HOUSE👹 33. Spell your name with your chin.

woaj hsa DUDE I WASNT EVEN CLOSE

40. What do you want to do after high school? I want to go to college maybe start a band or something like that. Honestly I don’t really know I just can’t wait to move out and have my own little apartment somewhere or something. 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Uhhhhh does it count if I’m wearing it right now? Because it’s grey. 56. Favourite colour? Light green and dark red like cherries

57. Favourite food? I love chicken rolls more than life itself🤤 58. Last thing you ate? Funny enough it was a chicken roll- 67. Facebook or Twitter? I don’t actually have twitter so Facebook? I hardly use it though 68. Twitter or Tumblr? TUMBLR 100% I spend half my life on here

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? UH DUH

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? TOO MANY BUT I LOVE THEM ALL EQUALLY AND THEYRE ALL ON MY BED BECAUSE NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND

75. Favourite animal? CATS AND PIDGEONS 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? I love both but for different things

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookies and cream 81. Favourite tv show? I watch so many but maybe the owl house 82. Favourite movie? Juno 96. Favourite actress? Maya Hawke but mainly because I have a big fat crush on her x 97. Favourite actor? hmmmm maybe Matthew Perry 100. How are you feeling? Im actually really hungry but it’s like 2am so I can’t just go get food rn 101. Do you type fast? If you know me at all you’ll know I absolutely do and my fingers move too fast for my brain sometimes and I tend to misspell things lmao 113. What was your childhood nickname? My mum use to call me Lany but she doesn’t anymore 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? *County and yes I have loads of times 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I LIVE LAUGH LOVE CHICKEN SO YESSS 118. Do you like Chinese food? Yeah it’s alright, tbh the Chinese takeaway here isn’t amazing but I like the wontons 119. Favourite book? Cemetery Boys 120. Are you afraid of the dark? No I find it really peaceful. 127. What makes you happy? Seeing my friends happy<3 128. Would you change your name? I don’t think I would now but I didn’t like it when I was younger. 133. Favourite lyrics right now? Will you still want me when I’m nothing new?- Nothing new Taylor swift & Phoebe Bridgers 134. Can you count to one million? Let’s see shall we 1, 2, 3, 4….. (five million hours later) ONE MILLION I DID IT 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? i use to pretend I was a fairy and I told my friends I was friends with the tooth fairy or something 😭 137. How tall are you? Like 5’2? I could be wrong but yeah

142. Favourite month? OCTOBER OMG I LOVE AUTUMN AND HALLOWEEN AND MY BIRTHDAYS IN OCTOBER ITS JUST OERFECT 145. Tea or Coffee? Iced coffee and hot tea💕 146. Was today a good day? Today was kinda boring but yeah it was pretty good 148. What’s your favourite quote? This is one from my music teacher “If you’re only feeling 60% then give 100% of your 60%!” Another one from him, “GUYS THE CARBON IS ALL OUT OF WHACK” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Id love if they were real because that would be so cool!!! 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?  All my books are in bags rn because of the renovations so I can’t do this one😭

[abyssal-system]

It's late and we can't sleep so I thought I might as well use this blog for its actual intended purpose for once (a diary), so this post might be a little all over the place. im sort of stream-of-consciousness'ing this.

block the tag "#personal" if you dont want to see (potentially sad) personal ramblings / posts from us. be safe, curate your dash, i understand.

things have been very quiet system-wise lately. i think we have a new(?) alter but I'm not sure How new or why they split. I'm not even really sure if its not my imagination tricking me into mistaking an already established headmate as a new split...

i've been thinking about them for a little bit. They seem to go by Hadal (though thats also just a catch-all name for the system when we dont know whos fronting) and i have a sneaking suspicion that they've posted on this blog before.

I havent been dissociating as much lately which is good but ive also not been switching at all which is... not a bad thing really, i guess, but it certainly doesnt help ease my fears of Being A Faker.

i know that systems have quiet periods, and i know that me being frontstuck and also unwilling to change that (fear of loss of control is a pain) so thats probably the reason why, but its still unnerving being the only one around.

ive also been thinking about the logistics of getting a diagnosis... I have a lot of fears about the medical system and abuse within it, particularly being stuck in a mental health facility against my will with no way out. its prevented me from coming out as a system to my parents (who... I feel like theyd understand. not Understand, but im not in any danger if they know. i just worry itll change our relationship in some way, like they wont think im Me anymore) and its prevented me from seeking treatment and understanding of my disorder.

the online system community is also rife with toxicity and misinformation and i do not whatsoever feel safe interacting with people who seem to snap at others without warning, so I dont have many system friends out of fear of reliving past friend group drama

I imagine that the feeling of total isolation I feel is common among other systems, but it doesn't really help to know that. my near-debilitating anxiety controls every part of my life and prevents me from seeking help when i otherwise would have.

it also doesnt really help that the one time i tried to find a dissociation specialist, the only one i could find that said they were queer friendly was 4 hours away in another state.

... i might look again. I might just tell my parents so they can help me look for a therapist.

I worry about that though. I worry that since my plurality doesnt really impact my life all that much (i dont switch very often, I dont have amnesia barriers, and i dont lose control of my body fully when i switch out) that either means Im Faking or Its Not Bad Enough To Worry My Parents Over. Its Not Bad Enough To Drive Across The State To See A Therapist For It when i have a perfectly decent one less than 30 minutes away

... i dont know. it feels like i have all the pieces to get the ball rolling on ... Something? but im not really sure if its worth it. we barely have enough money to keep the pantry full for a week, let alone to switch therapists and drive for hours just so i can Maybe get coping mechanisms or something.

.... I dont really know how to end this. i hope this wasnt too negative for this blog, i know i try to focus on positivity and lighthearted subjects.

please be kind in the notes. there is a (very scared) person behind the screen and I am trying to be better about opening up about my worries. kind advice is always welcome though! if it doesnt help me it could potentially help somebody else.

[texinfinitearts]

This is Nicht Benannt. He is an Aron.

He wasnt always that way. Look below the Cut for a Character Synopsis about this Guy.

Nicht is a Young Aron with a Stutter. He hates and fears the Cold and is utterly obsessed with Surviving. While he will attempt to help other Civilised Pokemon, he is very distrustful of anyone actually offering Help.

Unfortunately, his Home Continent didnt always have Berries growing, the Harsh Winters made sure of that. So he had to make compromises. At this Point, hell eat anything.

Setting himself on Fire to avoid freezing is a Gambit he has taken several Times. He always wears that Winter Cloak, but sometimes it just isnt enough. Nothing is ever enough. He keeps freezing. It is so cold.

While he prefers to avoid Fights, he can definitely do some Damage.

The Corruption in and expanding out from his Eye grows whenever he gets close to Death. That Eye doesnt belong to him, after all.

A long Time ago, The Sage Continent Fell. And no one was around to see it.

No one knows what happened. A Plague? A God? Or a series of Smaller Incidents? Whatever it was, Civilisation died. All that remained were Ruins, and Feral Pokemon. But one day, things changed.

One, or perhaps, several Powerful beings took pity on the Husk of a Continent, and sent Nine Champions to save it. Humans, plucked from their Homes and given Pokemon Bodies, appeared there over the Course of a Week. None of them noticed each other at first.

Nicht was one of these Champions. Afraid and freezing, he found Refuge in the ruins of an Fort. He decided to keep a Diary. And then, Three Days later, he lost his Memory.

How did it happen? No one knows. The Aron awoke, freezing, without Memories, without a Name. And his Eye Hurt. It hurt so much. It wasnt his Eye anymore. Whatever it was that lived in his Eye Socket, it wasnt his Eye. Quickly, he made himself a Makeshift Eyepatch, and the Pain Stopped. Soon, he found what remained of his Diary.

The First Nine Pages had been Ripped out, and the Rest were blank.

Soon, he decided to explore. After fighting many Ferals, fleeing from many more, and almost freezing to Death many Times, he found the other Champions. For them, he took the name Nicht Benannt, and together, the Champions of the Sage Continent attempted to figure out why they were here, and what had happened to this Continent. Nicht meanwhile, searched for the missing Pages of his Diary. But he would Never Find them.

For a Month and Nine Days after the Champions arrived, something else came too. A Tower, built as if someone had stacked many Buildings on top of each other. The Champions, intrigued, began to climb it, but Nicht fell behind. He found something odd, a Statue of a Mythical Pokemon that seemed... familiar. A Victini.

Did his Hesitation doom them? Who knows.

When Nicht reached the Top, there was nothing Left of the Champions. There, before him, stood an Entity that seemed wrong. Every Part of his Body screamed at him to run, and the Eye that wasnt his started to Burn! He cant remember what happened next.

When he woke up, he was falling. The Tower was collapsing. The Continent was sinking. By a stroke of Luck, he grabbed onto a falling Log, a Piece of the Tower. And with a Splash, he landed in the Water. The Sage Continent was gone.

And Nicht began to drift on the Ocean.

Through every Storm, he holds onto the piece of Driftwood that saved him.

How long has he been drifting? How has he not starved yet?

Soon, he stopped thinking about those Questions. He keeps holding on, in the Faint Hope that someday, a Storm will save him.

And who knows? It might be quicker than expected.

God why did I have to make so many characters

[maaaxx]

Fic talk part (?)

Ihiap/twbb

I want to go back in time and interrogate 2021 max on what kind of drug she was on. Tell me how i did 48 chapters of ihiap in 10 months then its taking me over two years to do 15 chapters of twbb. Im not good at math but thats a drastic decrease.

I really want to delete ihiap/twbb and do like a complete rewrite but im scared of losing all my comments and stuff on them. But i also dont want people to read them anymore. Its a struggle.

When i do the rewrite im doing everything so differently. Names are getting changed certain things are getting taken out its going to be a whole new fic.

The way i got 48 chapters in 10 months was because they all sucked ass. I hate ihiap with every fiber of my being.

Ik the actual answer (is a combination of that) and the fact that 17 year old max was going through some shit ™️. It was just all around not a good time for anybody.

Something funny that i did was that i really hated being a minor on the internet so id only talk about the more 'adult' expieriences in my life. Like i didnt out right lie about my age but i just tried to make people assume i wasnt a minor. Not because i wanted into 'adult spaces' like i very much respected 18 + blogs and stuff but because some of you guys are so fucking weird to kids.

Anywho Ihiap and Twbb are on hiatus now (have been for a while actually) and idk when im going to get back to them. Might be a while.

Cots:

When i did that wip ask game a while back i got enough asks about it to assume some of you guys are slightly invested.

Cots isnt even the real name of it anymore but im still not completely sure about the new name so were keeping it as is

I lost the fucking outline to it and im genuinely so upset 💀💀

It was in a notebook thatvi lost and im terrified someones going to find it.

Ill die

Anywho i cant remmeber what all i mentioned about cots but its a sokka centric fic. Zuko is probably the second most prevelant followed by katara and azula and those four are the main characters.

Sokkas a bender!

The fire nation is shitty as usual

And i dont want to give away a lot bc idk. I like being mysterious.

I wanted that to be out by the end of the year but thats not looking good bc i lost the outline. Even tho i have the first like 5 ish chaoters written i want more before i post it.

But all in all ive never been so excited about a fic i love it sm

Totp:

This doesnt even exist in my mind anymore

[pageofheartdj]

Yeah the tale is pretty sad and unfair, but you know how myths can be one thing and evve into something else through time and repetition. I think what people may pull from it is that narcissus was so obsessed with himself that he never considered others, but you're right that it's sad and he needed help. Alas people tend not to think that way, whatever is easiest you know? People dont like helping if there isnt a clear benefit to them.

Anyways I think that your point of "people should know better" doesnt apply as much in this situation because a lot people dont actually know about narcissistic personality disorder and even fewer can separate narcissism (the trait) from narcissistic personality disorder.

Using psychopath is an interesting case because the word was applied to the personality disorder during a time where psychology was pretty new, ergo a great way of describing something "wrong". Plus used for movies and stuff to describe murderers.thats why it falls into Antisocial Personality Disorder now instead of being called psychotic. Evolving the name to be more accurate and distancing it from the negative word associated to it helps turn it from a demonized diagnosis to a mental medical condition.

Not to say that I think people should never change, but I think there comes a point where if people associate the word far more with the negatives rather than evolving to meet a new definition, it might be best just to come up with a new word.

It would be a clean slate, separation from negative stereotypes and help make it a mental medical condition and not be something demonized.

Like I get not wanting to change it, it is unfair, but I think that a lot of the unfairness came from how it was named. It wasnt a name thought up out of no where, the condition was given a name that was already viewed poorly. It was given a bad name right from the get go.

That's just how I think of it though. It's a ton harder to change the definition of a word based in mythology (which means it has been around for hundreds or even thousands of years) to something that only a very small section of the english speaking population knows about. Like if someone wasnt studying psychology or wasnt in a certain online hemisphere they may never run into the definition of narcissistic personality disorder.

But yeah hopefully that wasnt confusing. Also I dont wanna sound blamey like it's your fault for the disorder having such a poor and stigmatized name. It sucks and I sympathize and hope people dont trest you badly

It's kind of ironic. A person was hurting himself but was punished for this, instead of being helped or left alone. With the tale at least.

With all the information being so easily available it shouldn't be THAT hard to learn more. Or at least listen to people. Because even in the healthcare the condition is demonized. So I guess we need to change THEM first, then give some good rep in media and easily accessable not demonizing articles. Yeah I guess I can see how it's harder to figure out the truth. But still in our era where people are much more mindful, somehow 'Evil Person' disorder shouldn't sound very... real or fair.

Phsycopath is still used. The change of the disorder didn't make the insult dissappear. Just because it's not an official name anymore doesn't mean people don't use it to still describe people with ASPD. If there is a villian in media, he will be claimed to be psycopath or narcissist, still holding those disorders in mind. Because that's the description of the word.

I am not sure what to think about the word change. It feels too close to 'queer was used as a slur so we must drop it'. Bigots will use a different word for slur, that's their goal. So NPD will be changed, there is a high chance people will just adjust their vocabulary since they openly claim to people with NPD to be inherently abusive. Not just people who have narcissist traits.

Shouldn't it be easier to just... not use this one word?

[p1f1]

as much as i love commentary videos (i can watch those and video essays non stop for hours), theres a genuine sickness in my stomach when theyre reacting to someone whos being sexist or misogynistic.

ramble below the line, but please check out the ending part.

idk what makes me feel this way, the borderline ridiculous stuff that comes out of their mouth or the fact someone can be so stupid that they say this in todays day and age. and i get that for how modern it is some people still agree with these stupid comments and speeches but there will always be at least a handful of people who agree with whatever.

and yes i do feel this way with any type of discrimination, but it sickens me when i hear about how badly some women, as myself, hate being one. its unfair. sure itll always be that way and "life isnt fair" but still, its just crazy. if youre someone who sees a woman whos complaining about hating being a woman (not because they dont feel comfy in their own body ((or want to be a different gender)), but because they hate how theyre being treated. ), and for some reason thinks theyre being ridiculous, please dont interact with me lmao.

its sad how i feel afraid to walk alone at night or be in a car alone. or go on dates, or talk about this to anyone, or go swimming , or go out in general. nobody, i mean nobody, should have to feel afraid to be out in the world, because thats wrong. especially with todays messed up beauty standards. im not exactly skinny, but at least im trying to change myself. it hurts alot when someone points something you hate about yourself and acts like you dont know. its sad how no matter how pretty or skinny you are youll never be good enough. i hate it. people arent perfect. nobody is. nobody ever will be because thats how humans are.

i have had encounters with sexists. just as any person would. and when someone makes fun of you or mocks you with the reason youre a woman, it doesnt make you feel smart, and its not easy to not let them get to you. genders, races, and sexualities will never be equal to the public. women will always be under men. gay people will always be hated. non white people will always be treated and seen differently. and in my eyes, everyones equal and always will be but me or you will never be able to change someones mind.

and ngl, i used to say i hated men as a joke, but i dont think its much of a joke anymore. younger me would call me weird for hating being a woman but im so glad i wasnt exposed to how gross the world could be sometimes.

this is a rant, but also a reminder. if you are sexist, misogynistic, racist, transphobic, or just a bigot get off of my blog.

im not the best a wording things so, if you think that i see anyone thats not white or gay differently, i promise you youre wrong. im not racist, homophobic, or any of that. this is just much better than me crying to myself about how much i hate humans sometimes.

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also, if youre like me, and think nobodys there for you, or talking about your problems wont help, it will. i had a small talk with a friend and even though it was only a few texts and sentences, i really felt touched. i only talked about my family problems very vaguely. it was a stupid video. 'if you had one wish, what would it be?" i answered something like i wish i could change the way my family sees me and his one word response of "why?" made me so emotional.

friends and friends. people you talk to on a regular basis and people you know want to talk with you are friends, even if you dont think so.

my DM's are always open. even if this only reaches a few or onyl a few see it, you can always dm me on this acc or my other. hell i might not even know your name but just know that i care about you so deeply. i would never want someone as amazing as you to feel down or angry.

so please, if you think that talking about your problems wont help, try it before you say that. it can change decisions you make in the future that youll regret. again, my dm's are open always if youre struggling. i care.

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