#ichoriism

[fadinglights]

it  has  been  a  long,  exhausting  day  and  seojung  is  weary  to  his  very  bones.  the  sudden  sound  that  sets  itself  apart  from  the  quiet  stillness  of  the  space  startles  him,  causing  a  surge  of  unease  within  him.  however,  it  quickly  fades  when  he  turns  around  and  it’s  noah  that  he  finds.  “...  what  are  you  doing  here?” / @ichoriism

[r3dblccd]

: ̗̀➛ @ichoriism; continued from here

Jinkyong knew exactly which buttons to push to make Sera tick? After all, they had known each other for quite a long time. Even if both of them had changed, for better or for worse, some things stayed the same. She couldn't care less about the guy she was just talking to just now. She could have also talked to another woman instead, it probably wouldn't make a big difference in the outcome, but she preferred playing with one stupid guy over ruining the night of a girl she didn't know and probably just wanted to enjoy her time.

And she could see it in Sera's eyes, the displeased reaction she was trying to get out of her, even if the other tried to play it cool. Jinkyong wanted her to regret what she had lost, she wanted her in pain, even stronger than the one Sera made her feel after their breakup. "Why? It's not like you to care, am I right?" She deflected the question by turning it against her. "Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, does it? Let's get back to our topic. Did you find everything I asked you for?"

[pillowxtalk]

[ SHELTER ] { ' from Nathan or Dao }

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

[ SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.

As Maru saw some of the trainee's that hadn't made it into the group come his way he acted without thinking and hugged the person next to him. "Please don't push me away... I just don't want them to see me." He whispered as he pretty much hid against the other. Those trainee's hadn't been very nice to him once the camera`s wasn't rolling and he didn't feel like handling them now.

Of course it was rather strange to hug someone to avoid a situation, but the young male had always his unique ways to do things. He just hoped he could stay in that hug until the other's were gone, without seeing it was him.

[brambeag]

Wee photobash experiment

[somnesiac]

[feedgarf]

BACK TO HUMAN DIMPLE POSTING. i have to ramble about this au. another time. just know that i am cooking... but the meal is sitting in a three hour crockpot.

[ask-de-writer]

About NIGHT WIND

@nyunjin-ichori READ, LIKED,

REBLOGGED and COMMENTED on

NIGHT WIND, a Classical Fantasy

Of NIGHT WIND they said :

Hey! Just wanted to ask you that is Night Wind only have 1 part? And also will there be part 2?

It does only have one part. Nobody ever asked about a second part. Let me think about that.

[acronym-chaos]

Spider Themed ID Pack

[PT: Spider Themed ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Adder, Amble, Arachne, Araneida, Atrax, Azira, Barricade, Blackthorn, Chitin, Cobryn, Crawl, Crevice, Cross, Cryptis, Dagger, Erebos, Fang, Gossamer, Hallow, Hex, Ichoris, Iskira, Lace, Lure, Lycos, Malice, Mirkra, Needle, Noctra, Orbelle, Recluse, Rivet, Sable, Silken, Silks, Snare, Spindle, Spinneret, Stagger, Thorne, Umbrith, Venara, Venom, Weaver, Web, Widow

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Ara / Arach / Arachnids, Bi / Bite / Bites, Cra / Awl / Crawl, Cree / Creep / Creeps, Fa / Fang / Fangs, Lace / Laces / Laces, Limb / Limbs / Limbs, Pinch / Pinchs / Pinchs, Sil / Silk / Silks, Spide / Spider / Spiders, Spin / Spins / Spins, Sti / Stin / Sting, Swi / Swing / Swings, Tangle / Tangles / Tangles, Threa / Thread / Threads, Ven / Veno / Venom, We / Web / Webs, Weave / Weaver / Weavers

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Pronoun] Hidden Beneath the Floorboards, [Pronoun] Who Crawls Through the Dark, [Pronoun] Whose Bite Leaves Venomous Scars, [Pronoun] Whose Threads Never Break, [Pronoun] Whose Web Catches All, The Creeper in the Corner, The Grip That Never Lets Go, The Lurker on the Ceiling, The Small Architect, The Sticky Ambusher, The Web-Spinner, The Widow's Bite

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[zinkysworld]

Boxten stole some of his face in a much much later stage of his twisting and it wasnt *that* bad but as a perfectionist does he did and picked at it and made it worse... okay maybe it was more than pick at it but yk he can get a L O T worse and he's still technically sane here- like, integrated into gardenview and still around the other toons and staff in a safe way- the museum was closed until further notice the second Boxten's ichor eye showed itself so his ego isn't COMPLETELY shattered by judgemental stares, like, only 2 people give him 'the look' (guess who) (Shrimpo and Toodles don't count cuz Shrimpos always a bitch and Toodles is more concerned, and she doesn't know how to express it in a way that's not staring) so he's still stable enough to not go crazy uhh details below the cut tw for sh and (self)cannibalism

I just realised a LOT of lore below the cut

!!!!! hey ppl who care about this au theres a mini timeline for glisten/kinda boxten too below !!!!!! moving on

Order of events- things in brackets are things semi-related but more for figuring out timings (insert Glitterbox pre-twist timeline) -Glisten would've been attacked and killed by Boxten, but instinctually punched him in his sleep, saving himself but beginning Boxten's twist in the process -Gardenview closes until further notice -Glitterbox takes a break from each other, reconnected by Glisten soon after -(Boxten's ichor grows to cover half his face) -(Boxten rips Poppy's eyelashes out) -Boxten is left alone with Glisten for no time at all and manages to shatter part of his face before anyone else enters, and Glisten, unlike the first time, doesn't defend himself as he was conscious and procrastinated -Glitterbox takes a break from each other -(Boxten rips his key out) -Glisten tweaks the fuck out over his appearance and shatters his own face 10x more than before, exposing 1 ☝️ ichor eye -Glitterbox regroups with much reassuring, from Glisten, that he forgives Boxten -Boxten fucking dies [fully twists] -Glisten tweaks out once again and this time rips his stomach open very brutally, screaming and kicking the whole time, and when people came panicked to help him, which worked last time, he just moved to ripping his sleeves, scratching his arms, and scooping his ichory 'guts' in the break in his face [it felt like eating to him at the time] and more eyes began forming until he was knocked to sleep by his handler -(Boxten's handler dies to his toon as witnessed by Poppy's handler, says false goodbyes and love yous to a hallucination and dies content) -???

Why is he still an ichory mess? Wherever the ichor still shows up is permanent and stained into him unless it were to be bleached, and he refuses to let anyone change his shirt (he let his leggings and leg warmers get changed despite them being only dirty and not damaged + a more sensitive area on his body) Why wont he let anyone change his shirt? Boxten laid on it in the last cuddle they had before he became a creature beyond comprehension, and he doesn't wanna risk forgetting the metaphorical (memories they made) so he keeps the physical (shirt) as a back up Why are his hands tied? So he doesn't try that whole eating himself shit again, tied by his handler, told by his handler, dw Glisten doesn't mind, actively the opposite, he's comforted by it (both the knowledge he's stopped from injuring himself/others and the idea his handler cares about him enough, still, after he's become this thing, to not let him be hurt) And as a little nerd wanting-outfits-to-make-sense bonus, the extra ribbon spindly things normally tied as an extra under his normal bow are the ones now tied around his arms!!!!! When the hellfire happened he had his bows taken off so they're still clean

yapsesh over

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 64 Author Notes

Page 64

The main part of this scene originally took place about halfway through the chapter and in a different context. In the scene immediately prior, both of them had gotten careless with their powers in public. Imogen had overextended her telepathy trying to eavesdrop on someone and gotten psychically overwhelmed, causing Laudna to panic and clear out the onlooking busybodies with her Form of Dread:

The noise shifts over to screams of terror. Panel 5: Then a blessed silence. Laudna's spindly, elongated fingers, dripping ichory goo into her hair, gently pet her head and the hellish echoes of her voice whisper over her. Imogen: Laudna? Laudna: (echoing hellishly) It's all right, my love. I'm here. Panel 6: Imogen turns her head to see the full Form of Dread crouched over her protectively. Laudna scratches her back soothingly with her claws. Imogen: What . . . what did you do? Laudna: Just got rid of the gawkers, dear. Are you feeling better? Imogen: A little . . . can we go home? Laudna: Of course. Page 94 Panel 1: Back home, in their sleeping loft. Imogen is lying on the bed in her pajamas while Laudna sits next to her, tending to her headache. There's a folded towel over her eyes and Laudna is bathing the inside of her wrists with cold water. Imogen: Ugh. How'm I ever gonna manage in Jrusar if I can't even cope with the number of people in a small town? Laudna: We'll worry about that when we get there. Let's just take things one step at a time. Panel 2: Lifting the towel away from one eye she looks up at Laudna. Imogen: Can I . . . see that thing you did again? Panel 3: Laudna obliges with a crackling of bone and joints, until there's a monster in the bed next to her. Panel 4: She weaves her too-long fingers together self-consciously. Laudna: You don't find it disturbing? Imogen: It's you?  Panel 5: Taking her monstrous hand, Imogen runs her fingers curiously over her palm. Laudna: It's me. Panel 6: She sits up and peeks under the veil. Imogen: Then, no. Panel 7: Then leans up and kisses whatever she finds under there (we do not see it) on the cheek.

This was the incident that resulted in them having to leave the town they're settled near, but I thought a scene of them going home and going to bed in between slowed down the momentum so I ended up changing or taking out most of it. But I felt it was important to leave in this part at the end so we know that Imogen is a monsterkisser.

Since I first wrote this the nuance in Laudna’s response of “It’s me” has gotten A LOT MORE COMPLICATED in canon so there’s also that momentary ellipsis now.

[fadinglights]

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ” { ' from Noah to Sj }

jealousy meme for @ichoriism / accepting!

in a perfect world, they would be entwined lovers, lost in the night's embrace. tangled in the aftermath of their affection, they would hold each other tight, drifting into a deep slumber, only to awaken to the warmth of the sun's gentle caress. their lazy morning would be spent savouring every moment in each other's presence, finding joy in the simplest of things.

but his world is far from perfect, even though he's been raised to make others believe it is.

seojung's weary eyes flutter, the drowsiness he can no longer resist suddenly disrupted by noah's whispered words. seojung's lips curve into a thin, contemplative line as he contemplates an answer. is an answer what noah truly wants? or is it a resolution – a promise to shatter the perfect life seojung has been compelled to maintain, in favour of embracing the desires of his heart?

"i know." seojung murmurs, his voice heavy with the burden of all he comprehends, and the vastness of what eludes him. "i make myself sick, too." the disgust he harbours for inflicting pain on the two he loves most, in such different ways, is etched upon his features, even in the shroud of darkness. how can he stop hurting the both of them? is it too late to ask when so much cruelty has already been committed?

"...i never knew i could feel this way for anyone, not until i met you." seojung confesses, his words raw with an honesty that normally evades him, stripped bare by the amalgam of pitch-black night, lingering intoxication, and bone-deep exhaustion. but it's too much, isn't it? the truth is too heavy for him to bear alone, yet revealing it could shatter the carefully constructed facade he's maintained. "you've wrecked all my plans without even trying, and i don't know what to do anymore."

[dwellerbytheashtreeforest]

Another KOTW theory

There's a lot of references to how Wrath clawed his way to his throne, what he did to get there, why he's king, etc

And I know Kerri obvi isn't trying to be biblically accurate but it still gave me an idea

According to the Bible, a third of the angles fell with the devil. And there were way more than 21 folks. More than mere mortals can comprehend, yet the only fallen angels we see are the seven

Where did the others go? I think in a struggle for both power and balance, a massive battle broke out. And the seven princes were who were left standing. Wrath possibly defeated the other six but they were left alive, perhaps because they were the closest, perhaps because they needed to take up the mantels of sin to keep balance, I'm not completely sure on that.

But we can assume Wrath's path to the throne of the Wicked was bloody (ichory? Bloody? Ichory? Idk you get it)

[pillowxtalk]

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞ { ' from Jean to muse of your choice }

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

Taeil looked over at Jean as he heard his sudden outburst and the look he gave him was one of confusion. "Who doesn't deserve me?" The young male asked as he tilted his head at the other. "Also shouldn't I be the judge of who deserves me and who does not?" He added, still trying make sense of what Jean had said. And after the spoken words sank in more his lips curled up into a mischievous grin.

"What you're actually saying is that you want me, right? You say you don't deserve me, but you want me..." Taeil said as he allowed their eyes to lock. He only became aware now that there was a bit of tension between the two of them, but he was sure he had read in-between the lines correctly. "Maybe just say it out loud and then let me decide. It's actually really simple"

[quadrupledhatred]

There was silence. Something felt as if it had been lodged out of place inside ITS very soul to 1x1x1x1. It wasn't anything significant, but the feeling was prominent enough for IT to acknowledge.

Things were... off. There had been a mistake that had occurred within the world. Something had been displaced from the world's natural order, and some sick force of nature had chosen IT to suffer the miserable consequences, presumably as a taunt towards THEM.

THEY hated it. The feeling of facing consequences not meant for THEM was, ironically, considered a familiar one to THEM. And the cause of all of ITS suffering itself? ITS own creator.

The gears suddenly shifted themselves back into place.

Then, once again, a flicker of malice sparked within, and hatred burst aflame inside IT once again, flowing through ITS blackened, ichory veins and pumping adrenaline throughout the vessel assigned to IT. THEY hated it. All THEY wished for in that very moment was to get this inescapable feeling out of ITS skin as it swarmed throughout ITS blood and invaded every corner of ITS body, lighting everything up in a firework show of mixed elatedness and rage. An explosion of stars exploded behind THEIR eye as the fire swallowed THEM alive, it growing difficult to think rationally once again underneath the hurricane of unrelenting, intense, burning HATRED.

And who exactly was to blame for that? To blame for ITS mere existence where all IT was aware of was unfortunate resentment and hatred?

The only thing that registered in ITS mind was the feeling of the ground beneath ITS feet as IT broke into a frenzied dash, the sound of the wind brushing against the trees whizzing past IT as IT sprinted ahead.

And then, once again, the world resumed its ticking, beating pace.

[r3dblccd]

which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?

Minsung - "here, have a sandwich"

you like to take care of people. probably because you don't take very good care of yourself, and you know how hard life can be when you don't have someone occasionally looking over your shoulder, offering you food when you forget to eat, telling you to rest when you've overlooked how tired you really are. you want to be that person for other people. you are that person for other people, and you're good at it too -- but remember to think of yourself as well when you're making someone else a sandwich. please, keep being you. the world would look a lot better if there were more people like you in it.

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tagging: @frxgmcnts, @dozenrozez, @caelcstis, @moonfl0wxr, @mournus, @crue11, @ichoriism, @dollieour, @eachdawn

[rodgerthedetective]

-it reverts back to the "long limbs" form save for one of its hands-

Normally I'd strangle people to death but you don't exactly have lungs for breathing sooo...

-it grabs vees head with the larger hand and slowly begins to crush it-

This will have to do.

-NAMELESS

“ZZT-!”

Vee started to electrocute the being- it was a defense system just in case someone decided to attack her- electricity traveled through the Ichory arms, Vee’s patched up spot breaking once more.

“ERROR: 11037! Vee V3 has received mass amounts of damage, please-“

The alarm ringed throughout the area, slowly glitching into gibberish. Her sledgehammer slammed into the floor after Vee’s head started to get crushed, her tail lost grip on the hammer.