#idk where that came from sorry.

[lucluvr]

ran brainrot is real.

[uncharted-constellations]

Them, your honor

Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest

[bokutoko]

you're losing me

⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

he was late. again.

every time, when you’d fall asleep waiting for him and wake up the following morning, kuroo's pillow was cold. his mug that always held his morning coffee would already be in the sink when you’d make your own. even the usual lingering smell of his aftershave would be nonexistent when you’d step in the bathroom to wash your face.

the i’m sorry flowers he’d gotten for you a month ago sat on the kitchen counter, wilting, rotting, dying.

it was routine at this point: you’d let out a long sigh, listen to his ‘i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better’ spiel, accept his apology, and the two of you would move on.

your apartment that once felt like home lost all its gleaming lights—now, sitting in the dark, you wondered just how many of those promises he’s broken.

every time, it was the same excuse. and this time was no different.

“i’m doing all of this for you! for us! i’m doing this so you can be happy!”

you blinked, absolutely baffled. “what makes you think i’d ever be happy in an empty apartment?”

he stayed silent, and you continued, “tetsu, i don’t want money. you’re all i need—“

the ringing of his phone made your blood run cold. “i have to take this, doll,” he sighed, and without listening to another word from you, he stepped onto the balcony.

watching him through the glass door, you felt worlds apart. you were never the first choice anymore. fighting on the front lines for a war you were bound to lose, you found yourself fatally wounded. even the bravest, strongest soldiers had their breaking points. and you’d finally hit yours.

it didn’t take long for kuroo to end his phone call, but it took even less time for you to pack and leave everything you knew, without a trace.

PART TWO HERE

a/n: i’m sorry.

*heavily inspired from taylor swift’s “you’re losing me”

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[littlexdeaths]

warnings: public sex, mean dom eddie (my beloved), unprotected piv sex

something something about eddie copying and mocking your moans during sex…

the first time it happens you’ve promised to be quiet, but the way he’s rutting into you from behind has the noises pouring out of you at a rate you just can’t stop.

and normally eddie wouldn’t mind, he loves hearing you.

but in this case you really can’t be caught in this position, with your upper half bent over the hellfire table. so his hand is quick to cover your mouth when he pulls you up flush against his chest.

“just can’t keep that pretty mouth of yours shut can you, sweet thing?”

his teeth nip at your ear, the first of many mocking moans tumbling past his lips. while it’s hard for him to reach your exact pitch, that doesn’t stop him from trying.

and your body responds by squeezing his cock tighter, the mocking edge of his voice turning you on more than you ever thought possible. your muffled whimpers vibrate against his palm when he presses it more firmly against your mouth.

“oh, you like that don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, another mocking noise filling your ears. “like it when i’m a little mean to you?”

all you can do is nod dumbly, nails digging into his forearm when he suddenly picks up the pace. this new angle has him hitting all your deepest points, and ultimately defeating the purpose of you being quiet as you practically sob against his hand.

“poor thing… just feels too good, huh, baby?” he tuts softly, his other hand slipping between your thighs to circle over your swollen bud before he lands a harsh slap against it.

another muffled cry of his name leaves your lips, body trembling as your meet your end with a sudden intensity that neither of you are quite expecting. when your back eventually slumps against his chest, he removes his hand from your mouth.

the male carefully tilts your chin up to meet his ever darkening gaze.

“now sweetheart, did i say you could come?”

[wroteclassicaly]

Best-friend!Pervy!Reader and Bestie!Eddie, whom is getting so annoyed with you talking during his campaign planning, that he swats your ass a little too hard (you always slap each other’s butts), and you moan. It causes a chain reaction that ends up in you being over his knee and staring at a carpet full of his nasty magazines, babbling about how you want him to do all of that stuff to you. You do, however, get some teasing of your own in.

“Go look in my bag. I brought something I was gonna use in your bathroom when I took a shower.”

When he brings the vibrator into his sights, his eyes widen. “Wait — is this… One of those toy things?”

“That it is.” You’re smirking as he shifts, clearly growing in discomfort, in more ways than one.

“And you were gonna make yourself at home with it in the bathroom I share with my Uncle? The man you look at across the dinner table four nights a week?”

“After I stole a few of your shirts to hump first, that is also correct.”

You’ve never seen the metal-head, motor-mouth so slack jawed and speechless. Until he he says, “You better fuckin’ show me.”

~*~

“Fuck, sweetheart. No, slap yourself with it harder.” A groan of appreciation, before a deep huff of annoyance. “I fuckin’ said — HARDER!” And he has to force his impulses to stay in control, to not overstep and do it himself.

When you struggle to slap the pulsating end of the buzzing toy to your swollen clit, overly slick, you see Eddie completely drunk on you from his palm to chin position, between the plush of your thick thighs. He’s trying to communicate a want without the desire to cross a boundary. You melt and choke on a gasp of excitement, before you level off your ballooning heart rate with a statement.

“Help me, asshole!”

Rings clink, air is inhaled so sharply that you’re surprised he doesn’t choke. The warmth fans across your cunt, making you arch, your embarrassingly soaked pussy leaking into your ass, causing your cheeks to stick when you move. Eddie’s day old washed curls tickle your calve. Shaking fingers are explorative, hesitant, tickling the creamy curls that have matted above your clit. He dips in seconds later, spreading your lips into a typical V.

Firm, confident direction is given next. His lust clouding his usual demeanor. “There. Like —“ He wraps his spare hand around yours over the toy, bringing it down with a strong, sopping wet smack. You both moan out, his getting caught on the sentence’s finish, “— this.”

[memepocalypse]

Stinky and Smelly

"You need a bath."

"You stink!"

"No, this is not how you're meant to smell. You're having a wash."

"I ran you a bath, okay?"

"God, it smells awful in here."

"Natural musk? No. You smell bad."

"When's the last time you washed?"

"When's the last time you changed your clothes?"

"Do you even bathe?"

"I know it's been a long journey, but you reek."

"Ew. No. Not until you wash."

"I'm sorry, I can't, you stink."

"Don't touch me until you've cleaned your hands."

"I'm not letting you in here until you've gone and washed."

"There's nothing wrong with being a bit stinky."

"This is my natural musk!"

"The water's too cold to wash."

"I've been on the road for a week, of course I smell bad."

"How am I meant to do that?"

"The water is... very uncomfortable."

"I had a bath yesterday, don't be rude!"

"It's not my fault it's all muddy out there.."

"I got sprayed by a skunk."

"I don't know what I fell in but it's gross."

"I really want a bath."

"I hate being grimy."

"There's something to be said about roughing it! That thing is, I don't like it."

"I also want a bath."

"You're not masking my natural fragrances."

"I'll take a bath... if you come with me."

[forest-hashira]

this absolutely would not leave me alone, in reference to this post. @fushigurro thank u for supporting/enabling me. divider by cafekitsune. this is omegaverse, mentions of heat cycles/sex but nothing explicit. minors dni.

it had been a few days since your synced heat with satoru had ended, and though it hadn't actually lasted longer than normal, it had felt like it, neither of you able to get the kind of relief you really needed. you'd given yourselves a day to sober up and recover, and then you'd had a much dreaded conversation.

you'd been everything to each other since you'd gotten together straight out of school. in all that time, you'd never needed anyone else for anything, even able to get each other through your heats with a little help from some toys. but this had been a brutal wake up call, a reminder that there were some things you'd never be able to do for each other, no matter how hard you tried.

it was unsettling to realize, though, and the following realization that you would have to find someone else to trust in your most vulnerable moments was downright scary. a new partner couldn't be just anyone, especially not if they were going to help both of you when you needed it. in fact, there was only one person either of you could imagine trusting with that.

and so you set up a coffee date.

"you feelin' okay, baby?" satoru's gentle voice pulled you from your mental spiral, and you offered him a weak smile.

"what makes you ask?" you set your drink down on the table, unable to stomach anything because of your anxiety.

"your leg has been bouncing nonstop since we sat down." he peered at you over the tops of his sunglasses, leaning in to rest his forehead against your temple. "it's all gonna be fine, you know that, right?"

"unless he hates us for asking this of him and decides he never wants to speak to us again." you weren't expecting the laugh your words drew from him, and you pinched his side harshly. "don't laugh at me! it's not impossible..."

you could practically feel him roll his eyes at you. "he's not gonna hate us," he soothed, the faintest hint of a purr rumbling beneath his words, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. "i doubt he'll say no, either. he's had a thing for you for years."

"he has not!" you turned and looked up at him, wide-eyed.

satoru cocked his head slightly, seeming genuinely surprised. "he has too! he told me once when we were drunk, before we all graduated and you and i got together. you didn't know?"

"of course i didn't know! he never said anything to me. i knew he was in love with you, though."

it was satoru's turn to look shocked. "you're lying to me."

"i am not! we all saw the way he looked at you. it was obvious."

your boyfriend seemed to pale at your words, as impossible as it was. "for how long?"

"from the very first day i met you guys. he still looks at you like that, y'know."

"who looks at satoru like what?"

suguru's voice startled both of you, and you looked up at him with burning faces. the alpha's brows pinched with concern as he sat across the table from the two of you. satoru pushed a black coffee towards him, but it went untouched as he spoke again.

"are you guys okay? you said you needed to ask me something important. is something wrong?"

you and satoru exchanged a look, your omega offering you an encouraging nod.

"sort of," you sighed after a moment. "we, uh. well. our heats synced last week, and it sucked. like it was really bad."

suguru nodded, worry still painted across his features. "even with each other and..." he trailed off, glancing around as if remembering you were in a public place, and that it was probably not a great idea to talk openly about sex toys.

"yeah, even with that," you confirmed. "it was really, really miserable, and we really don't want to be caught off guard if our cycles ever sync like that again. which is why we asked you here."

now he really looked confused. "i don't think i understand."

"we need an alpha," satoru replied, his blunt nature a true blessing in that moment. "and you're the only one we trust to help us – to take care of us."

there was a beat of silence, then another. your heart began to pound, and you felt a bit sick all of a sudden. because this was it, wasn't it? your best friend outside of your partner was about to tell you both that you were disgusting simply for asking, and that he never wanted to hear from you ever again. he was—

"oh, uh... really?" there was no mistaking the flustered look on your friend's face, and that surprised you; he was usually so confident. "yeah, of course. i'm honored you trust me like that. anything you need, just let me know. i'll be there for you."

the relief that washed over you was so intense it nearly made you dizzy, and you were certain you would've collapsed if you weren't already sitting down. "you don't wanna take some time to think about it?"

he shook his head. "don't need to. if it means helping you guys, the answer's always going to be yes."

"whipped for us already, huh?" satoru teased, attempting to maintain his composure despite his face being the prettiest shade of pink.

the smile that tugged at suguru's lips was affectionate, his gaze warm as he took in the two of you across from him. "yeah," he agreed softly. "something like that."

[angel-fruitcake]

To initiate sexual intercourse, cas asks dean if he’s a metamorphic amphibole with the chemical composition (Mg,Fe 2+) 2(Mg,Fe 2+) 5Si 8O 22(OH) 2

Dean is casually leaning over the kitchen counter, leisurely nursing a beer and fiddling with his phone when he receives a text from Cas.

Cas: Dean, are you a metamorphic amphibole with the chemical composition (Mg,Fe 2+) 2(Mg,Fe 2+) 5Si 8O 22(OH) 2?

Eyebrows scrunching in confusion, Dean texts him back.

Dean: what??

His phone pings with another text.

Cas: Are you a metamorphic amphibole with the chemical composition (Mg,Fe 2+) 2(Mg,Fe 2+) 5Si 8O 22(OH) 2?

Rolling his eyes with a huff, Dean copies the strange series of letters and numbers, opens his browser and pastes them into the search bar as he takes another sip of his beer.

When the search results load, several things happen simultaneously— Dean promptly chokes on the swig he just took as a startled laugh bubbles up and gets caught in his chest, causing some of the liquid to travel painfully up and out of his nose.

Cursing and wiping his face as he recovers from the shock of both the search results and now the burning sensation in his nose, Dean looks back down at his phone.

The urge to laugh again is quickly overshadowed as Dean feels the sudden surge of blood rushing straight to his dick with frankly alarming speed. Cas' weird flirtations always have this effect on Dean— a pleasant mixture of warm endearment and hot arousal. His finger is hovering over the 'call' button next to Cas' name when he receives another text from said Angel.

Cas: I'm in your room, Dean. Please join me. 😇

Dean is out of the kitchen and practically jogging down the hall within seconds, beer long forgotten on the counter.

[pizzaqueen]

Eddie calls Steve up and he’s like “Steve! I need you to come over ASAP! I’m in a real pickle!” So, Steve goes over and finds Eddie in a giant pickle costume, laughing his ass off

[mantispire]

consequence of a flawed system

[ simon laurent infinity train ]

[coeurify]

ellie laying on your stomach playing with your shorts while you show her your animal crossing island. she wants to get laid so she’s nodding along like “yes, you’re so right tia is the best elephant villager.” while she’s rubbing your thigh, and she has to hold back the biggest sigh of her life when you giggle and tell her it’s time to tour the museum.

[feistyvirghoe]

「 ✦ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖘 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷✍

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 (𝔭𝔞𝔠)

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 (𝔭𝔞𝔠)

「 ✦ 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷✍

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #1 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #2 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

「 ✦ 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷✍

♡₊˚ ・₊✧ 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔡? 18+ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔟𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔢? *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 ��𝑬 ⋄ 𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐢, 𝐚 23 𝐲𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 , 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐨-𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 🇻🇮🇵🇷

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐜, 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦..

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 !

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 (𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨) 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧…𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞💀😏 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚…

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐛𝐭𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭) 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬) 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞..

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ ��� 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬. 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨..

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐢’𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤..𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐭𝐰 <3. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊!!! (𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫!!) 𝐡𝐦𝐦𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞..

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 “𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐬” 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 18 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨 𝐢’𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 20+ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐎 !

𓍯⋆·˚ ༘𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬/𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 <3 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲!

[chiliches4524]

𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝟒 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝˙ ✩°˖🪼 ⋆｡˚•

wahhh first ever stimboard comin from me

[crazymecjc]

armand iwtv save me,,,, save me armand iwtv

[wrathofrats]

Au where Terzo still dies but by omegas hand.

Terzo asking omega to use quintessence on him, and omega hesitating because he knows a ghoul will be fine, but a human? He’s never done it before, at least nothing to the mind. Small cuts and bruises can be tended to and omega can watch the skin thread together but he can’t see inside of terzos head when he uses it to control him.

He’s convinced anyways, Terzo practically begs, says just one time he wants to know what it feels like. Omega agree, places his hands on the sides of his head, and watches terzos eyes go blank with his mouth slack.

It’s a nice rush, a much needed break from the stresses of the ministry. So he asks again, and again, small fixes here and there like any other ghoul would ask for. Maybe just take over for a sermon so Terzo didn’t have to stress, or erase a memory he didn’t want anymore.

And omega would continue to do it, because he loves him, and there seems to be no consequences.

Until Terzo starts to forget things. He doesn’t remember where he set down his keys, nearly misses sisters birthday until omega reminds him, stumbles over his usual nicknames for omega. He blames it on brain fog, he’s just having a bad week. But it only gets worse.

Terzo becomes a shell of his former self before passing away in the ministry infirmary. He said he had a migraine and omega demanded he be watched. He slips away peacefully in the middle of the night. Brain and consciousness eaten away by quintessence.

[iloveacronix]

I love Krux and Acronix. Best best bros. Best bros. Woag. Krux and Acronix. Silly war criminals!! Woag! I love Krux and Acronix!! I hope nothing bad happens to them! Woag! Krux! Acronix! Krux and Acronix! Woo! Woag! Watch hands of time and see how supportive they are to each other! Krux waited 40 years for his brother to come back! Woag! So sweet! Best bros! I love Krux and Acronix!

I hope they both die in each other's arms, pleading each other to keep going, to let go of the other, to continue living. I hope they both cry and break down into tears when they realize that they, once again, have been separated by time itself. Their power. The one thing that connected them had also torn them apart. I hope they hug terribly after finding each other again, only to find out that their nice little reunion was just a dream. I hope they spend years separated. Anything for the angst, trust trust....