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he just needs a hug
#karkat vantas#john egbert#johnkat#sadstuck#sorry for ending the day with SADSTUCK AHHHHH#i just wanted to draw karkat crying#im a monster#he'll be ok i promise#homestuck#classic homestuck#whomstve#i was listening to parentheses by the blow
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"When The Carnations Bloom" Jing Yuan x GN!Reader
AN: Here's the Arbiter General~ Felt kinda rushed at the end, but I'm more or less happy with how this came out! Once again likes and reblogs are appreciated! Don't be shy to leave a comment down below as well! <3 Reader is Gender Neutral!
Wordcount: 1.9K+ words~
Prompt: Reader has Hanahaki and hides it from everyone. (Except for Bailu.)
TW: Major character death (Reader), slight descriptions of blood.
Please read at your own risk!
More below the cut~
You were in the bathroom, throwing up those damned flowers again. They came up and out of your throat quickly and painfully, as you emptied out whatever you could. Tired, you leaned against the wall and glanced down at the bloodied and saliva-covered red carnations in your sink. Crinkling your nose up in disgust, you tried to regulate your ragged breathing by taking deep breaths. It proved to be difficult, but little by little, you calmed your erratic pulse. And little by little, the urge to break out into violent coughs ceased. Moving to get back into bed, you groaned softly as a knock sounded at the door. Vowing to murder whomever showed at your door, you wearily trudged over.
â(Name)! General is slacking off again!â A boyish voice shouted from the other side, drawing a long sigh from you. Ah, it was Yanqing.
Begrudgingly, the door swung open and you scowled slightly at the thought of having to drag Jing Yuan back to the Seat of Divine Foresight. Yanqing stood there, looking just as annoyed as you did, and the two of you shared a knowing look. The general was once again skipping out on paperwork. Stepping out in whatever you were wearing currently, you didn't care for the strange looks you garnered from your neighbors.
âAgain?â You grumbled this softly, trying to ignore the flowers that started to tickle the back of your throat, just from the thought of Jing Yuan. Ah, how could you have fallen for someone so frustrating, yet so handsome?
âAgain. I couldn't think of anyone to get him to do his work but you.â Yanqing said this apologetically but started to lead you away to where the general slumbered. The entire way, you grumbled about how you should start charging Jing Yuan. You were acting as his very own human alarm, after all.
The arduous journey led you straight to a certain garden. And lo and behold, the snow haired man slept soundly under an arbor of wisteria and an assortment of other flowers. You fought down the flowers that clogged your throat as your eyes found his form. Letting out a strained grunt, you stalked over to Jing Yuan, and prepared to smack him upside the head. Yanqing watched on curiously. He had seen this spectacle several times, but you seemed⊠Tired, to him. Less eager to smack the general. Though as soon as his thoughts started to wander, a resounding smack of skin on skin drew his light topaz colored eyes to the source.
Jing Yuan rubbed the back of his head, a relaxed and even amused smile on his face as he regarded you. Meanwhile, you frowned at him disapprovingly. It looked like a lion being scolded by a very unhappy sparrow. It was comical to any passerby, if it weren't for said lion being the General of the Xianzhou Luofu.
âJing Yuan, how many times are you going to slack off?â You scolded him, expression softening. Ah, you could never stay mad at him. Those sincere honey eyes of his made you weak to your knees. Keeping the flower petals at bay, you simply crossed your arms and looked at him expectantly.
âWell my dear (Name)... If I didn't slack off, I wouldn't get a chance to see you everyday.â His deep voice said this with velvety smoothness as he chuckled and smiled at you fondly. âYou know how boring it is to do paperwork everyday. What if I want to see my favorite-â
You flicked his forehead and sighed through your nose. His words caused the roots of the flowers in your lungs to tighten and contract. It hurt to hear those words from him. You almost wished he would stop saying such things. And to stop looking at you with such softness. Every action and look from the cloud-haired man fueled the slow agony you suffered.
âSeat of Foresight. Now.â You crossed your arm tighter as he sighed heavily and stood.
âAnything for you, little sparrow.â
The weeks passed on uneventfully, and your routine stayed the same. You coughed up those dreaded carnations, rouge color matching that of your blood. Then tiredly, you would drag Jing Yuan back to his office to fulfill his duties before going about your own day. It was troublesome at times, but it was comfortable. Admittedly, you enjoyed what little time you had with the general. After you retired from the frontlines, you gradually saw Jing Yuan less and less. This was one of the few ways you could see him still, without seeming a bother.
More weeks passed, and you seemed to grow weaker and weaker as the deep red carnations started to bloom. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to tell anyone of your predicament. Of your beautifully cruel disease, as it destroyed you quietly. The flowers came heavily now, blooming delicately in full.
One fairy night in summer, a knock on the door sounded softly. You weren't surprised. In fact, you had expected this to happen. You see, as your condition worsened, you distanced yourself. No longer, did you go to rouse the general from his slumber. No longer did you go to the Seat of Divine Foresight at the request of Jing Yuan, only to end up playing a game of starchess with him. Honestly, you had expected him to come sooner. You opened your front door, revealing the tall man. His golden eyes looked down at you, screaming their worry despite the calm smile on his face.
âJing Yuan.â You spoke softly, acknowledging him.
âLittle Sparrow.â He acknowledged you back, dipping his head toward you.
A silence ensued as you both stood there, gazing at one another. The sun had started to die in its grave in the sky, giving way to a plum sunset. And yet, nothing was said. Eventually, when the plum shades faded into inky indigo, Jing Yuan spoke. His tone was calm, with undertones of hope.
âWill you be there to scold me tomorrow?â It was a silly question that made laughter bubble up in your throat. The petals accompanied it, however. Fighting them back, you managed to crack a smile at the general.
âI'll be there.â His smile widened and his eyes melted into pools of honey, uncontrollably fond.
âThen I shall look forward to tomorrow. Until then, Little Sparrow.â
You sobbed softly to yourself that night as the stars made their nightly travel across the dark expanses of space.
Lady Bailu frowned at you deeply, anger and sorrow pooling in her eyes. Looking ready to cry, she turned away and sniffled violently. The Vidyadhara healer had just examined your condition, and her conclusion was not a favorable one. Fists clenched, she turned back to you.
âYou're going to die very soon, (Name). If you don't do something. The carnations are in full bloom.. At this rate you'll suffocate on them and-.â The tears started to slide down her cheeks as she glared up at you. Your only response was a sorrowful smile.
âI'm a coward, Lady Bailu. I could never burden Jing Yuan.â You sighed.
âThen let me treat them. Let me get rid of them for you-â You cut her off, shaking your head gently.
âAnd lose the ability to love? To be considered alive?â Bailu could not fight against you. Instead, Bailu sobbed into your shoulder, gripping you tightly as you bent down and gently hugged her small, quivering form. You would miss her. Miss Yanqing. Aeons, you'd even miss Fu Xuan and her nagging. And Jing Yuan and his lazing about.
The following days, you spent packing your things into boxes and labeled them with names of the ones you wanted them to go to. Your precious sword collection would go to Yanqing of course. Qingque got your prized mahjong board made from the finest jade. And Jing Yuan received the first tea set you ever got. It had been a gift from the man himself. A retirement gift, as he would have put it. You knew he'd take good care of it. Saying goodbye to these things were bittersweet. But, you couldn't bring yourself to bear your soul to Jing Yuan. And you couldn't undergo Bailuâs treatment to rid yourself of these carnations in your lungs. All living things were built to love. Platonically or not. If you lost that feeling, could you even consider yourself âaliveâ, anymore? You sighed softly as you finished the last of the box. You were certain that they would be treasured and treated well. The last thing to do, was to pen the letters.
News of your death spread through the Xianzhou Luofu like wildfire. Many were in disbelief, while some mourned for you. Jing Yuan had been shocked by this, not wanting to believe it. His footsteps echoed on the pavement of your homeâs walkway. No, he needed to see you. He needed to put the worries and fears in his mind to rest. You couldn't die. You were General (Name) (Last name), the Blade Singer. The one who slayed thousands of abhorrentions of abundance. There couldn't be a possibility you had died.
The air of your home was already going stale without your presence. Though it also carried the faintest wisps of your scent. Jing Yuanâs chest tightened with pain as he stared at the boxes with names. At the letters. At you, so still in your bed. Your eyes were shut peacefully as red carnations surrounded you, in full bloom. One could almost mistake you as simply sleeping. Bailu was at your side, sobbing, along with a Yanqing who clung onto your hand, head bowed as hot tears slid down his face and hit the floor with a dull thunk.
Your funeral was one lush with flowers, and held on a day as sunny as always. The summer fairy lights seemed to gather around your starskiff, adorned with different blooms, to send you off. A silent farewell. Jing Yuan watched with unsteady honey eyes. He had lost so much already. To the point where he assumed that losing would no longer hurt him. Alas, he had been wrong. Losing you, brought an indescribable hurt to him. Chest clenching painfully, Jing Yuan excused himself soon after your funeral.
Wandering aimlessly, the General found his feet taking him to the garden you had both met in when you were young. He had fallen asleep, and you were running away from your mentor. A wistful smile found its way onto Jing Yuanâs face before he slipped a letter out of his pocket. In your handwriting, his name was penned. Jing Yuan couldn't bring himself to open it before, scared that if he acknowledged your passing, you would truly disappear from this world. But now, steeped in an indigo peace, he found the courage to open the neatly sealed envelope.
It carried your scent and your presence in every line. Every brush stroke.
To you, who I loved;
This journey has been a strange blessing and curse. Though, I would rather not have had it at all. Unfortunately, it seems unrequited love has been my undoing. I'm sure Lady Bailu has filled you in on everything⊠And I would like to apologize for being such a coward.
I loved you, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Perhaps it was my own fears that stopped me. I didn't want to burden you with my feelings. But I think most importantly, I didn't want to relearn the pain of losing someone I loved. We've lost so much, Yuan. I couldn't bear to lose you too. It was my own shortcoming. And it may be selfish and too late to say now, but...
I love you, Jing Yuan.
-(Name) (Last name)
Jing Yuan traced your penmanship with his fingertips. And a single hyacinth flower fluttered from his lips.
#look at me go with the angst man#im a monster#hammywrites#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail fanfic#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#hsr fanfic#honkai star rail jing yuan#hsr jing yuan#jing yuan#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan fanfic#xianzhou luofu#hanahaki#hanahaki disease#angst#jing yuan x reader angst#jing yuan x gn reader#gn reader
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Hello
How to explain
Basically it's an AU where Bellum gives hallucinations to Linebeck and Link.
For a moment he believed Linebeck was a monster, and he attacked him.
I'm sorryyyy gigiiandjjzs
#angst#link fanart#art#artwork#legend of zelda#zelda fanart#drawing#digital art#digital illustration#digital painting#linebeckfanart#linebeck#linebeckangst#linebeckphantomhourglass#loz linebeck#loz#loz link#hallucinations#im a monster#Linebeck is still a worried das
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FUCK WHY IS THE BUTTONS FOR HARVEST AND RESCUE DIFFERENT BETWEEN BIOSHOCK 1 AND 2 I JUST HARVESTED A LITTLE SISTER BY ACCIDENT I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF
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Well this is one way to avoid a Gale romance
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 screenshots#bg3 gale#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale bg3#bg3 durge#im a monster
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I saw myself as an angry monster, but God saw me only as His loving daughter
âIâm a monsterâ is what I used to say when I was younger. I had all these emotions bottled up inside of me that I couldnât seem to handle well. To put it clear, I had anger issues. And my anger issues painted me as a monster to my entire family. I never liked being angry. I didnât like exploding unexpectantly. I didnât like that my anger had so much control over me, but it did. âWhy are you so aggressiveâ, âyouâre getting mad over thatâ, âyou used to be such a happy child, what happened to my babyâ, are a few words that were spoken to me. My response and my thoughts were always the same, âIâm a monster. Iâm a devil child.â My younger self, believed that to the core. I seriously thought that there was something wrong with me⊠I believed that my family wouldâve been better off if I didnât exist. Now that Iâm 25, I canât help but to weep for younger me and the HELL that she went through trying to figure out why she was so different from the rest of her family. All she wanted was to be gentle and kind, and for someone to be proud of her. All she wanted was for someone to feed into her; not point out her obvious flaw that she herself didnât even like. She wanted to actually feel like a part of her family, she wanted to know that they wanted her to be a part of the family. If I could go back to the younger me, the me who was so angry about being angry. The me who tormented herself trying to figure out why she was a âmonsterâ, I would introduce her to Jesus. Iâd tell her about the Man who absolutely loves her! The Man who cherishes her, whose thoughts about her outnumber all the sand in the entire world! She belonged to His family, and she was His child who He desperately and deeply loves. She was wanted by Him! I can see her now, in the arms of her savoir, tears of joy streaming down her face, finally feeling understood, finally feeling wanted, finally being seen for who she truly was, someone she so desperately wanted to be. She was light. She was pure and kind. She was loved. Looking back, I now know that Jesus was with me the entire time. I wasnât alone. He SEEN ME when I thought nobody did. He LOVED me when I thought I was unworthy of love. He CALLED ME by my name, and not by the name others or myself, gave me. I was pure in His eyes even though I felt I was far from that. Knowing all these things now just makes me love Him even more. I am filled with such gratitude and love for my savoir. Thank You for seeing me, Jesus, the real me.
#god#jesus christ#christian living#christianity#faith#faith in jesus#christian#jesus#holy spirit#anger issues#unlovable#alone#the trinity#someone save me#im a monster
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ok just stumbled upon the "eroticism of the machine" and am genuinly suprised to learn that no i dont want to fuck a machine. i have no desire to put my hand im dangerous moving gears. or even caress heavy metal with my finger tips.
I believe this is because deep down im but an ignorant monsterous beast. i reval in flesh and bone and blood. the geinus of machinary is beyond my feeble mind and further still my lustful heart.
Yet still i have eyes for which to precieve its dazzaling shine. and ears to hear its enchanting rumbling song. so i this small way i understand why others are tempted.
#eroticism of the machine#yh it kinda clashes with the monster fucker in me#even though im not a real monsterfucker#im like the reverse#im a monster#and would like to be fucked
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The internet has destroyed me.
Why is the fUGGEN GHOSTFACE MASK SO HOT
#IM AN ANIMAL#IM A MONSTER#ITS SO HOT#THEYRE SO FINE STOP IT#SPRAY ME WITH A HOSE LIKE A CAT PLS AND THANK YOU
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Thursday fun fact:
Goldfish can be used as cereal. Just add milk!
#thursday#fun facts#goldfish#i have done this#it doesnt taste bad#it also doesnt taste good#stop letting me make food#it never turns out good#i added the milk first#im a monster#i know
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TRICK OR TREAT (and some pupusas for you :D)
Why am I just seeing this????
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Me: my cat doesn't need a father figure
Also me: *waving a photo of Pedro Pascal in front of him* this is daddy
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not SNOW girl u r so wrong for that
(Iâm kidding but like pls đđ)
I know I'm so fucking wrong for this but the pussy heart wants what the heart wants.
I'm at my rock bottom. I'm truly ashamed.
Really it's their fault for casting Tom Blyth in the role because HONEY HES SO FINE-
Who can resist those baby blues đ
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I might make a pillow fort for my bed,,,, permayhappenstance,,
#i just might#the urge is strong#but the skill is vacant#ive never made a fort before#im realising now im 15 with my own bedroom that theres alot I can do now that i couldnt at like 8#im unstoppable#im greedy#im a monster#i have MONEY AND PERMISSION
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Today I went shopping and when I came back there were birds on our way one of them flew away too late and he took the car (I screamed and I felt her bump into the car) I went out to see if she was dead or I could take care of her by taking her back to my grandfather but she was deadđ
Im feel like a monster, A minute's silence for piou piou
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the blood of my enemies (the grass in my backyard) is on my hands... I killed them (I mowed the lawn)
#monster#IM A MONSTER#but i dont regret it#it was fun#but my hands were groas afterwards:(#also mowing the lawn is weirdly gender affirming for me#in a weird macho kinda way
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Sneak Peak of Time Together- Chapter 14
đ¶Bunny in a burrow, simply too deep down~
She tries to find her way out, but wanders round and round
She can't go back the way she came, canât hope that sheâll be found
Sweet bunny in a burrow, sheâs simply too deep downâŠđ¶
#save rwby#rooster teeth#ao3 fanfic#long fic#fanfic#fandom#easter eggs#foreshadowing#whoops wrong link#oh wait no thats fine#if i need it#You need it#i am god#im a monster#rwby#ruby rose#romance#rwby fandom#fanfiction#rwby lancaster#rwby fanfiction#fluff#rwby jaune#rwby ever after#rwby alyx#rwby spoilers
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