#im not even remotely tired rn

[aew-regression-cove]

Uh oh- been so busy with sorting this blog out that I didnt realise the time- :0 is 4am 🫣 didnt even mean to stay up so late-

[clowningcrows]

i fear i cannot mentally or emotionally handle being conscious much longer so im gonna take a melatonin and hope to god it works enough to make me pass out by 8:30 tbh

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

Oh COME ON

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT WHY TUMBLR?? WHY MUST YOU SHOW ME ANGST, THE THING I AM FILTERING, WITHOUT FAIL THE MOMENT I FEEL OKAY?

I AM SO DAMN ANGRY RIGHT NOW. I COULDN'T EVEN TELL YOU IF IM MAD AT TUMBLR OR AT THE OP OR AT FATE OR AT WHATEVER THE FUCK EVEN

I'M SO TIRED I'M SO ANGRY I'M SO FUCKING SAD I AM CRYING, ARE YOU HAPPY?????? IS WHATEVER FORCE OF THE UNIVERSE DECIDED I CAN'T BE HAPPY EVER PLEASED? FUCK YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH DIE

[wooziorgans]

Here again bc i cant sleep! So some jihoon rage!

Definitely the type to get needy when you're asleep, so he peppers you with little kisses on your cheeks, forhead, nose.. with no aim of waking you up just waiting for you to react only to whisper in your ear i miss you and then cuddles to sleep...

Back hugs back, hugs back, hugs ... he kisses your palm every single time you cup his face...

I've been thinking about angst woozi, and why does he look like he apologises first!? He 2000% whispers "Baby, im sorry." Then he reasons out with you...

Also, why do i feel part of his ego screams exhibitionist

So much to unpack about that beautiful talented man

-🎀

— food for thought (2)

oh my god hi ily these r scratching my brain so hard rn.

needy jihoon

ugh he just misses you so bad when the days get long for him. so most of the time you’re asleep when he gets home, but it’s never a super deep sleep because you always try to wait up for him.

but the thing about you and jihoon is that you’re both naturally very sleepy, so you fall asleep in the comfort of your bed because it’s just so warm and soft and it smells like jihoon. and you miss him too, even when you text him throughout the day to make sure he’s taking breaks and eating when he can.

so when he comes home and finds you asleep with the lamp still on and your face pushed into his pillow with your headphones on, with the video you were watching on autoplay, he can’t help but feel bad about making you wait up for him. still, he finds you so cute. your lips are puffed out in a pout and you look so calm.

jihoon carefully closes your laptop, unplugging the headphones from it and setting it on the bedside table. he carefully holds your head to get it off the pillow in order to remove your headphones. you grumble softly in your sleep at the slight movement, jihoons scent not as strong anymore.

he can’t really fight the urge to kiss you, even as you sleep. so he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, slipping the headphones off your ears and setting them down on top of your laptop.

he’s already ready for bed, clothes thrown off as soon as he got into the house and a quick stop in the bathroom to wash up. but you? you’re in sweatpants and a hoodie. too many layers and jihoon knows if you keep sleeping like this, especially beside him, you’ll overheat. so he kisses your cheek softly, one over your nose, a few over each eye, your chin, your jaw; wherever he can reach.

you stir softly, whining and curling into yourself as you slowly wake up. jihoon placed another kiss to your cheek as you slowly open your eyes. “ji, you’re home.” you almost whisper, voice tired and ridden with sleep.

“hi my love. i missed you.” his hand carefully brushes the side of your face as he finally lets himself kiss you on the lips. you return it as best you can.

“missed you too, pretty. did you eat?” jihoon can’t help but smile at the way you still care to check on him, even after you’ve just woken up.

“i did. c’mon, let’s get you out of this so we can sleep.” jihoon’s hands slide to the hem of your sweater. you make very little effort to help him out, and so he pulls you up to his chest to help you slip it over your head.

the sweats are easier to remove. he pulls them over your ass and lays you back down before throwing the covers over himself. you curl into his side, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

he reaches over, grabbing the remote to turn on something for background noise for the two of you to fall asleep to. he turns the lamp off, rolling over slightly to hold you. you kiss him softly, and then give him a few more kisses, and both of you kiss slowly until they dissolve into nothing as the two of you start to fall asleep.

back hugs and palm kisses

jihoon normally finds you in the kitchen making breakfast when he wakes up. still half asleep, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his chest into your back. he kisses your neck softly, pressing his face into your skin. “g’morning love.” he murmurs against your neck.

you smile softly, placing the spatula down on the holder on the stove. you step back from the stove, his feet following your movements. you turn around in his hold and he protests slightly, perfectly content with the position he was holding you in.

your hand slides up to his cheek, thumb resting over the bone and edge of your palm against his lips. he puckers them softly, placing a soft kiss to your palm. the action makes you flush softly, so he does it again and you brush your thumb against his cheek. “morning.” jihoon removes one of his hands from your waist to place it over your hand on his face.

he grabs it, removing it from his face and kissing your palm and then your knuckles, eyes locked onto yours. you stay like that for a while, him kissing your hand, and then finally your lips.

the pan crackles on the stove. “oh, shit. the eggs!” both of you laugh as you quickly turn to your attention to the stove.

making up

“so. you’re on a break now.” your hands massage jihoon’s shoulders as you lean over him in his desk chair. “why don’t we take a little vacation? get away for a few days, hm?” jihoon doesn’t even look up from his home computer.

“i have work to do, y/n.” you press your thumb down into his neck.

“i just thought that… y’know, you’ve been so busy, it would be nice to take some time away from everything.” you sigh. this makes him turn around in his chair. his eyebrows are furrowed.

“jesus christ, i have so much work to do right now, i can’t afford to take a break.” he snaps. this makes you flinch back, away from him. you raise your hands in surrender.

“if you didn’t want to go, you could’ve just said so.” you shift uncomfortably on your feet. “come to bed when you’re finished, i’m going to sleep.” without another word, you leave his home office, and head to your shared bedroom.

getting into bed, you sigh, feeling uneasy about how on edge your boyfriend’s been lately. he needs this break, but he’s not able to properly recognize when he needs one himself. he complies with you on the breaks, but this time he didn’t.

half an hour later, jihoon walks into the bedroom with slumped shoulders. your back is away from the door, the lamp still on which means you’re still awake.

jihoon sits on the bed beside you. his hands itch to reach out and rub your back to comfort you in the same way he always does when you’re upset. the only difference now is that you’re upset at him, which means he doesn’t know if you’d push him away. “baby, i’m so sorry.” his voice is quiet. “i’m sorry for snapping at you like that. i didn’t mean to, i’ve just been so tired and stressed… and you’re right. i need to take a break.” once he stops talking briefly, you roll over to face him.

“i wish you would’ve just told me if you didn’t want to go somewhere with me instead of reacting like that.” you sigh, and jihoon sees the dried tear tracks on your face and it makes him feel worse.

“i know, baby, i know. i’m so sorry. i do want to go somewhere with you, though. i’ve just been so in my head about this song that it’s… i really need a break.” he sighs, fingers twitching to reach out and touch you. you notice and take his hand. “lets go camping, hm? no internet, no distractions, no work; just us.” his thumb strokes the back of your hand. you smile softly at him.

“okay,” is all you offer.

“lets call it a night, okay? i’ll figure out details in the morning.” he places a kiss to the back of your hand, sliding down the bed to lay down beside you.

“okay. i love you.” you whisper, and jihoon feels like a massive weight has been lifted off his chest.

“i love you too. i’m so sorry if i made you feel like i didn’t, or if i made you feel like i don’t want to spend time with you. i do, but you know how i get sometimes and i’m sorry for taking it out on you.” you peck his lips softly.

“i know, love. stop apologizing please and come here.” you pull him close to you and give him another kiss. all is forgiven, and that’s all jihoon needs to know. he still feels bad though, and he spends the entire camping trip making it up to you. in many ways.

exhibitionism

“fuck, stop doing that.” jihoon hisses, hands tightening against your hips. you raise an eyebrow at him innocently.

“what do you mean, hoonie?” the water of the pool splashes around you. everyone else is significantly more drunk than you two are. you wiggle your hips again, and he pushes his fingers into your hip bone in a warning.

“you’re making me hard.” is all he offers, lips brushing against your ear. you know your boyfriend, and if it was actually a problem, he’d push you off of him. but with the state of everyone else, no one has noticed a thing. everyone has left you two in your own world in the pool as they all decided to relax in the hot tub. soonyoung and seokmin are busy entertaining everyone by singing love songs, with the microphones dangerously close to the hot water.

“maybe that’s the goal.” jihoon turns and pushes your back against the edge of the pool. his fingers slip under the band of your bottoms.

“in front of everyone? fuck, you’re lucky they’re drunk. gonna take you in this fucking pool.” you suspected your boyfriend might have been a bit of an exhibitionist, and this little trip with the rest of seventeen and their respective partners was only confirming it.

jihoon slides his hand down your skin, index finger pressing into your clit. you bite your lip to silence a moan. “you always brag about how you can be quiet if you need to be. why don’t we test that out?” he lifts you up slightly, before pushing his fingers into you. you bite back the low moan you nearly let out successfully, and palm him through his trunks.

“just fuck me, please. it’s been torture not being able to have you because we’re sharing a room with soonyoung and his partner.” you wrap your legs around his waist. jihoon removes his fingers from inside you. he pushes your bottoms to the side, sliding his shorts down to free his cock. with his hands on your hips, he guides you down onto his cock.

true to your word, you stay quiet, but jihoon can see how much you’re struggling. “fuck, so fucking tight.” he’s never this vocal. something about potentially getting caught must be doing something to him.

“you like this? god, na pd was right. you are an exhibitionist.” you laugh softly, the sound getting cut off when he pulls you down onto his cock.

“it took you this long to figure out? i fuck you in my studio enough. you know how people can see into my studio from the big ass windows.” he kisses your neck softly. “what can i say? i like the thrill.” you clench around him, and he moans softly.

mingyu calls over to the two of you. “you guys doing okay? you should come join us in the hot tub.” jihoon bites his lip as you keep clenching.

“yeah, just give us a minute. y/n wants to swim for a bit longer.” a chorus of boos echoed from the hot tub, before everyone is back to ignoring you. “fuck, you’re gonna kill me, gonna get us caught.” jihoon whispers, kissing you softly.

ugh i hope i did these justice. theyr all so good HELP. also new dividers, i hope they look okay. i love u pink ribbon anon gmammgmak these r gonna kill me if i think abt them for too long.

[honeyedheartss]

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[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

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isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

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That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

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isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

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"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

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After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[sixsixtwenty]

hi, hi💜 i was wondering if i could request SCP-076-2 x reader fluff/smut mix? :3 might be 2 vague, but go wild!!

i am bordeline obsessed with that man. (1 of my multiple husbandos so sue me.)

so. BET BUSTER. srry if it's short and shitty I've been going through some shit.

scp 076-2 x Reader

(fluff + smut)

You and Able have been dating for a little while now, around 1-2 years so average relationship! it has been VERY hard for him for the concept of relationships. let alone love.

(c'mon he's like 10,000 years old or something. gove this man a break relationship standards keep changing like plz-)

at first when he even remotely caught feelings he's not even accepting it. not even acknowledge it. he's just "well ok. i hate that. I'm gonna kill people."

but it's been bugging him over and over with his feelings about you, he's doubting the feelings and just thinks it's just another form of hate.

but every fucking time you're around or even walk past him let alone be in his eye sight he's crumbling.

sometimes even some guards around him who even caught a glimpse of his face could've sworn his cheeks becoming a bit pink.

(not able giving them a death stare right after)

he just didn't know how to adress it or even adress it at all and just let it fix itself.

but then someday you came up to him and did the dumbest (or luckiest) move and told him those 3 magical words.

he was. baffled. quite baffled.

"I love you."

"what?.."

"i love you Able."

"..."

He was. staring. staring into your soul? no. he's trying to stare into your mind.

but when he just kept staring you suddenly kissed his cheek..you kissed his cheek?

oh shit his cheeks are red CODE RED-

and literally 1-2 years later he's Your Boyfriend.

it's very quick to him but yet he isn't complaining.

and the day you brought up that you just wanted to be fucked by him/fuck him. (YOU SINNER! SATAN! COME GET EM-)

he was thinking about it because if you remember. he isn't opposed to sex. but now that you're here.

he's considering it.

eventually he finds himself in your room (he destroyed all the cameras too <3)

while you are just undressing yourself. your chest fully exposed to him and your sex showing.

in all it's glory.

his eyes are wandering all over especially to your sex wich is kinda surprising! but he's super into it.

and when your eyes stravel over to his body. his very muscular olive skinned body. your eyes also travel to his sex. noticing that he's pretty damn hard.

and gah dayum is he hard. he looks almost 10inch big. and you're like "well i hope that fits".

you throw yourself onto him (with his consent ofc bc consent is VERY sexy)

(im sorry in very tired rn so- no horny rn)

you stick his cock all the way into your mouth trying to deepthroat him while he's a grunting mess. and by the time he cums your mouth is filled to the brim.

trying to swallow it all before he just pins you down on the bed and fucking you into the mattress. (have you seen this man bro?)

he's incredibly rough once he gets the hang trying to fill your ass with his liquids (cum.) while you're holding onto dear life.

"you're fucking up my insides!"

"im not killing you."

"FEELS LIKE IT....but it's hot."

after you two finish up and you being a complete pastry because of a certain someone.

you just cuddle up to him. pushing your face into his chest doing this wiggle motion as if you're comfy asf. (let's be honest. his chest id both soft n squishy+ hard af)

wrapping your limbs around him. and him doing the same to you, his long hair hanging down and tickling some of your skin

it was. a very nice scenario for you.

you wrap your blanket around you both not caring if any of the forbidden juices land on the blanket.

he could've sworn you purred.

Able just feels at peace. just knowing that you're there for him. that you won't leave him

you're the only one who truly let yourself near him and didn't scream for your life.

"you're the only one.."

[hydrxnessa]

>``why have i given my heart ? i've fallen so far, because now the future scares me;''

OC -- [ Intoxicate ]

Intoxicate's tale is a tragic one; he was once a mystic healer travelling the cosmos with his younger sister Amaera, searching for more knowledge in the arts of the remedial world, while also just tending to those in the villages and towns he visited.

However, during one of their usual journeys, the two were caught in the crossfire of a territorial dispute (on a planetary scale, of course). A whole invasion, led by the tyrant Star himself, created a devastating wasteland on what used to be a beautiful, flourishing city standing tall.

Intox received a lot of caustic burns and wounds, but Amaera had it worse; an unknown disease they nicknamed 'the Rot' had spread all over her body. Decayed skin and blue pustules would spread itself over the body of those infected, and it was highly likely that it came from the invasion as some sort of biological weapon.

Being the healer that he is (and the big brother), Intox tried to save Amaera and heal it off, but in return he'd get the Rot on himself (hence his heavily decayed appearance, all hidden beneath a ragged cloak). It was enough to keep her alive and well, but was now stuck in a coma.

And still does she lie in her unconscious state.

Over time, Intox became desperate as he searched through numerous scrolls and scriptures, hoping for any information about the unknown infection. There was nothing, not a single word even remotely related to the disease. Hope was lost, until he began to search through forbidden scrolls.

And suddenly he gets bound to the forsaken and forgotten deity of the Stars. And becomes the leading acolyte for a cult dedicated to serving her.

And overtime, faith begins to blind him. Forgetting why he had searched for them in the first place. All that he knows: Serve the Singularity. Bring all of flawed creation to the Event Horizon. Only one deity ascends above the Stars' imperfections.

ugh i would type more but honestly im too tired and this story just drags on x'3 one day ill write his lore on toyhouse or sm im too tired rn

basically he kinda just forgets about Amaera for as long as he's the cult leader. he eventually remembers but that's wayyy super later. the cult thing gets pretty big in the main story, almost becoming the main source of 'evil', if you will. trojan gets involved at some point. oh no its more angsty than you think. still figuring if amaera is able to be saved.

alt w/o text:

[fairy25]

I'm not joking how am I supposed to continue living as a woman who has suffered serious trauma? I dont know what to do anymore.

I do not want to live (not a threat, just a fact. I am not in danger.) I don't know how I can go about my life when I am scared of men. Half of the people on the planet. I have been jobless for 3 years living with parents because I'm scared to be trapped in a confined space with male strangers again. In my last job, I was sexually harassed, touched, stared at, grabbed, threatened, and followed by male coworkers. It was a minimum wage BAKERY job. You'd think that would be an innocent place to work. I wore a hairnet, had hairy legs, and talked about my boyfriend at the time. and I still got harassed and they wouldn't stop even when i would talk to HR. When I told my ex-boyfriend I was raped he said I deserved it. I'm thinking maybe it's me who is wrong and maybe I just should somehow turn off my brain and let it all happen since I feel like I'm screaming and nobody even notices???

I genuinely don't want to live in the world anymore I'm just tired I wish I was a little girl again and I just want to play with my toys but i can't because im trapped in a 26 year old woman.

Sorry for ranting on christmas. I'm just having a bad day. I hope you had a good Christmas.

baby i would seriously recommend you find a female trauma therapist you feel comfortable with and commit to therapy once a week for at least a year. i would also recommend talking to a psychiatrist or even your primary care doctor if you feel comfortable to discuss getting on some anti-anxiety medication. i personally take propranolol & mirtazapine for anxiety (and migraines).

i know it feels endless right now (i have been there and i’m so so sorry you’re stuck in this dark place rn) but it is possible for things to get better, and for you to lead a “normal” life. i am rooting for you and i want to say your feelings are completely valid. i’m so sorry this is the state of the world. i’m so sorry that you’re unable to ignore the fear you feel, which is very real and very challenging to overcome. but you can overcome it. that doesn’t mean you have to be around men—i work fully remotely and the only men i talk to regularly are gay, old friends, or married to my friends/relatives.

merry xmas to you angel. i hope 2024 brings you more peace than this year. even if you don’t feel like it’s going to get better, please just keep going. sometimes progress is so gradual we don’t even realize it’s happening. sometimes it’s ok to distract yourself and take breaks from the real world. but keep going. if not for you, for other women. we need each other if we’re ever going to create a world where women don’t feel terrified just existing.

[watery-melon-baller]

3, 7, and 40 for weekend and belos'

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ooooh theres so many i would never touch. the first one that comes to mind is accidental pregnancy which like. i dont even write romance much. also hate student/teacher. uhh nonromance id go with. uh. i cannot think of anything rn lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ooooh id have to go with a snippet from a shera fic i did a while back. torn between two but ill go with the shorter one just because. not sure what counts as a snippet oops.

"Adora rolls her eyes, but stands up to join them. As she runs over, she knows that she’ll trip over her dress several times, and their clothes will all be covered in grass stains that will take forever to wash out. But Adora is here, in a future where there is no war to fight, where they can laugh freely and love and she doesn't feel selfish anymore for wanting a happy ending."

bad at explaining myself but like. its the potential of a happy ending, of not everything being perfect but it good, and thats worth living for. its a whole metaphor about feminity and wartime and accepting yourself. that its okay to be safe now, its okay to be soft and vulnerable and to start healing. apologies for being incoherent

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

ohohohohhohho you know whats funny. i actually did have an alternate ending planned where hunter just. slept through the rebelllion and just woke up after it was over and was like "what the fuck." anyways i sat down and wrote this in a night (ive been saving the ask until it was finished so thats why im answering it late sorry!) so enjoy 2k words of that under the cut. apologies for typos i tried my best to read this over lmao. you can also read this on ao3 now yipee

Hunter stared at his clock, and scowled. Shit. He had 20 minutes until the coven head meeting!

He stood up, quickly scrambling for his notes.  He wanted to try and get there early, so he could figure out somewhat of a plan.

Flapjack lifted their head up, disrupted from their slumber. What is boy doing?

His foot slipped on a piece of paper, and he barely managed to catch himself on the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting! I need to go talk to the other coven heads, and-”

Have time! Should rest!

He scowled. “Flapjack, I don’t have time to rest! I need to prepare my notes! I still haven’t figure out what I’m going to say to Terra, or Adrian, or how to deal with the recent riots-”

Nap time! Boy too tired to think!

“You always say it’s nap time.”

Because boy is always tired!

He sighed, flopping back on his bed and letting the stack of papers in his arms scatter onto the floor. Flapjack did have a bit of a point. He had been staying up later and later, getting less sleep in favor of trying to take care of… well, everything.

He could get ready in ten minutes. It wouldn’t take long to teleport. Just closing his eyes for a few minutes surely wouldn’t hurt. And he wouldn’t actually fall asleep. He would just lay here!

“Just ten minutes. Then I have to go.”

Flapjack chirped. Nap! Nap!

“Not a nap, Flap,” He mumbled. “M just resting my eyes.”

He didn’t even realize he was falling asleep.

___

He woke up to the smell of smoke.

He shot up out of bed, head swiveling as he took stock of the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except-

“FLAPJACK!”

The bird had at some point moved inside his shirt. They peeked their head out, looking adorable as always, but Hunter wasn’t fooled.

He glared at them. “I said ten minutes.”

Boy needed nap!

He pointed at the window. “IT’S DARK OUTSIDE NOW! IT’S NIGHTTIME!”

Not that late. Sun just set. More like evening!

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Flapjack. I missed the coven head meeting. The one thing I cannot, under any circumstances, miss.”

Flapjack did not look even remotely apologetic.

Hunter sighed, standing up and brushing back his hair. The smell of smoke was still lingering in the air, and he poked his head out the window, following the smell.

Ah. That might be a problem.

The area of the castle where Terra and Adrian had been fighting the other day looked even worse than before, mainly because it was on fire. Several scouts were running around in a panic, and if he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of screaming.

Flapjack had moved to sit on his desk, and he slowly turned to glare at them. “Flapjack.”

They chirped.

“This is why we don’t skip coven head meetings! Look at what happened while I was asleep. The castle is on fire!” He sighed. 

Could be worse!

He flung his arms out, staring the bird down in frustration. “How could this be worse?!”

The Titan must have thought that was funny, because at that moment his door was slammed open with a war cry.

“GOLDEN GUARD!”

Something (someone?) charged through his door, and he screeched, barely avoiding their tackle. Whoever it was slammed into his wall, sending feathers flying everywhere. Why there were feathers, he didn’t know. Maybe they were because of the large wings that were almost smacking him in the face. 

Flapjack screeched, dive bombing the intruder, and Hunter quickly scrambled back, grabbing a heavy textbook detailing the criminal justice system and hurling it at their face. They shouted in pain, falling back onto the floor, and Hunter decided that was his cue to go.

He skidded out into the hallway, his slippers barely staying on his feet, while Flapjack circled nervously around his head. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the mystery attacker getting up, and he risked a glimpse behind him as Flapjack transformed into a staff.

“Golden Guard, kid, wait a second-”

Their voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he was too busy grabbing his staff. The last thing he saw before teleporting away into a haze of golden light was what looked to be some kind of harpy woman, heading straight for him.

He bounced across the castle, not having much of a destination in mind besides something that was away from the harpy lady. He materialized in a small room with dim lighting, and as he leaned against the brick walls he realized he was in the break room.

There were technically several break rooms scattered around the castle, but those were all empty storage closets scouts had converted into a break room in their free time with their own money. (Hunter may or may not have contributed to them with money from the castle treasury). This, however, was the official break room, the one all the coven heads used, and the one that the Emperor made somewhat of an attempt to maintain.

He hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, with the whole “accidentally killed my Uncle and now running the government from my bedroom” issue. Not much had changed since the last time he was here. The table was still stained, one of the chairs still had a wobbly leg, the sink was still dripping water because no one knew how to fix the leak, there were still a few spare coven cloaks lying in a pile on the floor, and the fridge still had several post-its about labeling your food properly and not letting it sit in the fridge for months and stink up the room.

The bulletin board, however, had a few changes. The ‘days since Kikimora tried to assassinate someone’ board had been reduced back to zero (last time he saw it it was at 11, which was a new record), and there were several notes stating that due to being understaffed, everyone would be getting extra shifts. Which was weird, because Hunter thought he was in charge of scheduling guard shifts, but he had handed off so many of his duties to Kikimora and random coven captains that he wasn’t sure anymore. Also, why had no one told him they were understaffed?

Someone had also brought in cookies, and there were still a few left. Yay! He grabbed one from the box, biting into it. 

“Want a piece? Its chocolate cricket flavor.” He broke off a small chunk, offering it to the palisman, who began gleefully pecking it. He finished eating the rest of the cookie, wandering over to the sink.

He smacked the faucet, hoping that maybe this time it would stop the leaking, but it did nothing. Like it did every time. He sighed, and turned towards the clawfee machine, turning it on. Next to the sink was a small collection of drying dishes, one of which included a mug that said ‘world’s best nephew’ in hot pink script.

“Hey Flapjack, I found my favorite mug!” He picked it up, thankfully finding it clean. He had been searching for that mug for weeks! Although, it seemed a bit inaccurate, with the whole ‘killed my uncle’ and ‘being a grimwalker of his brother’ thing. Nope, that was a problem for another time.

He shrugged, watching as the clawfee pot came to a boil. Flapjack was hopping around the table, pecking the various crumbs that had been left behind. Hunter should probably be stopping them, but he figured if Flapjack had survived this long with such little self preservation, they would probably be fine.

Probably.

He poured the clawfee into his mug, and moved to sit down in a chair. The good chair, not the one with the wobbly leg that made you rock back and forth every time you moved the slightest inch. 

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared vacantly at the wall. “So,” he said calmly. “I think there might be a rebellion going on right now.”

Flapjack chirped anxiously. Hunter stared at the bird. “You know, this is why we don’t skip coven head meetings.”

He sipped on his clawfee, savoring the bitter taste. Oh, sweet caffeine, how he missed it. Having energy was fantastic.

“I should probably go out there and deal with that.”

Or don’t! Don’t risk yourself!

“Flapjack, I don’t think that's an option.”

Run away to woods! Can hunt for worms!

“I can’t eat worms! You can hunt all you want, I’ll forage for berries.”

Good plan!

Hunter groaned. “Terrible plan.” It wasn't like he had any ideas. He had been slowly preparing a runaway bag, but he had hoped he would have a few more weeks before he had to use it. This was his punishment for procrastinating. 

He stood up, taking a long swig of the coffee. “Okay, my stuff is in my room. Let’s see if we can try to sneak back there, and if anyone is still alive.” He looked down at himself, grimacing at his lack of armor. He was still in his PJS! 

Hesitantly, he lifted one of the coven scout cloaks from the pile on the floor, checking it over. There didn’t appear to be any visible stains, so he shrugged, putting it on.

Flapjack chirped, and fluttered on top of his head. Hunter sighed, but said nothing, pulling up his hood to cover the bird. He opened the door and hesitantly peeked his head out. There didn’t seem to be anyone, so he stepped out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind him.

Picking a random direction, he began walking, the only sound being his bunny slippers slapping against the tile. He nervously clutched his cloak, suddenly beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that had led him to this situation.

He rounded a corner to see a hallway that looked very much destroyed. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, and plants and abomination goo was everywhere. Several coven scouts were lying unconscious on the floor.

Hunter bit his lip, and with a start realized he was still holding his mug. There was still a little bit of clawfee in it, so he could throw it at someone and run if he needed to. The perfect weapon. What a plan.

He froze at the sound of footsteps, frantically looking for a place to hide. He slid behind a pile of rubble, hoping that he would just be mistaken for an unconscious scout.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and then stopped. “I could have sworn I heard something over here,” a familiar voice muttered. Oh shit.

Hunter involuntarily flinched, shifting the rubble he was hiding behind with his movement.

“Over there!” Oh, he recognized that voice too, although it was only marginally better than the first one. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they wouldn’t notice him?

He yelped as abomination goo wrapped around his legs, dragging him out into the open and pinning his arms to his side. He scowled at the awkward angle his arm was held at, the clawfee slowly dripping out of his mug and onto the floor.

Darius crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow at Hunter. “Ah, Little prince. You’re looking… unwell.”

Hunter, very maturely, stuck out his tongue, something that only caused Darius’s scowl to deepen.

Behind Darius, Luz cheerfully waved at him. “Hi Hunter! You kind of caught us at a bad time.” She turned down the hallway, cupping a hand to her mouth. “HEY GUYS, WE FOUND HUNTER! OVER HERE!” 

Darius winced at her yelling, rubbing his ears. Hunter wished he could do the same, because wow Luz could shout loud.

The two of them turned back to face him and he grimaced. “Uh, hi?” He said awkwardly. Maybe they would be nice and just kill him right away. Luz could probably convince them not to hurt Flapjack.

Luz shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning casually. “Hunter, my man! I’ve been looking for you! Sorry about the whole, uh, overthrowing the government thing.”

‘It’s fine,” He said, even though it was very much not fine. “It was already falling apart anyways.”

Darius stepped towards him, frowning. “About that, actually. We have quite a few questions to ask you, Golden Guard.”

Luz’s grin became just a bit more shaky. “Not bad questions! Just, uh, questions. It’ll be great!” She did not sound convinced of her own words. “It’s fine.”

Hunter sighed. He should have just stayed in bed. This was all Flapjack’s fault. He was never trusting that adorable little bird again, no matter how cute they were.

[darksides-dutchess]

LMAO like??? their weird lowkey ableist takes on omori were one thing but it's literally impossible to compare latino struggles against american oppression to the constant palis fear of getting like shot or killed or bombed in their own beds every morning to this minute, this isnt smth you can just simplify to "both sides lulz" its a straight up genocide lead by supremely evil fuckers w easy access to some fancy new weapons of mass destruction and im so tired of our gov repeatedly simping for israel on this bc they want to please their sugar daddy benny lmao. i hope yall can find freedom and peace from this bs genocide sooner than later, nobody should have to live like a soldier in enemy territory when its supposed to be home <3 🇵🇸

Yeahh exactly!!!

If there is one thing people need to learn from this whole ordeal, it's to stop comparing your struggles to an issue that doesn't even remotely align with the topic at hand.

It's just baffling to me that they can look at the pain of all the Palestinians at the hands of evil white supremacist government and still try to find some way to shift the attention to another issue.

I don't know what rock they have been living under to possibly think that all of this can be resolved with big hug and saying sorry cause clearly they should have stayed under it if that's their view of this issue.

Also!! The way they kept twisting my words into making it sound like I was hoping all Jewish people suffered and that I must hate Jews if I don't sympathise with Israeli folks was so fucking insane. I was talking about the government over all and the zionists being cruel to the Palestinians and all that went through their small pea brain was, "so you hates Jews?!! You want Jews to die?!!!! You're being antisemitic rn!!!"

THEN THEY PROCEED TO COMPARE ME TO THE ISRAEL GOVERNMENT?!! WHAT?!!!! CRAZZZYYY!!!

[blackvail22]

the way i told her that smoking around me makes my pain worse and she said "sorry" n did it anyway and now my nose is throbbing, my eyes are burning, and my throat feels extremely dry (which is bad!)

and she also woke me up (knowing that i havent slept more than an hour at a time) and now i cant sleep because im in pain!!

hopefully my medicine kicks in and also makes me tired because ooo im so pissed rn!!!

doesnt help that i cant speak and have to type everything

also the fact she told me before i went into surgery she hopes i die so she doesnr have to deal w me anymore 💀

I JUST SAID THAT SHES MEAN TO ME ... SHE LITERALLY PROVED MY POINT

yes, ik she goes out of her way to take me to my appts n work n stuff but that doesnt change the fact she tells me she hopes i die, how much she hates me, etc....

there is no way in hell she feels other ppls pain because then she wouldnt be so disrespectful and make me feel how i feel and not care

im not even supposed to be near cigarette smoke to begin w

also my surgery was delayed an hour and she was pissed the entire time because i told her she was mean to me and how she just wanted to go smoke a cigarette n i told her she could and she wouldnt (literally refused) until it reached around an hour and 10 minutes. there was literally a time during that where she walked away for literally 10 seconds (all she did was walk out the room, go down the hallway, and then come back) and was like "oh you're still here?" in a disgusting tone and then sat in the chair farthest from me, pulled out her weed vape pen, inhaled for a bit and blew it in my face. and then she went to the chair next to me and did it again. (btw, it made me short of breath so i rlly appreciate her for that!! /s) oh and while she refused to go downstairs she kept doing little things that inconvenienced me... she moved the hospital remote away from me so if i needed a nurse i couldnt reach it (it was the side of me my iv was on), she kept hitting the handle that makes the bed go down whenbi told her i wanted to sit up (she would hit it for a second and it would make me jerk down and make me not comfortable anymore), she turned the air in my room to the coldest it can be, she mumbled to herself abt me (all i could make out was "....kill herself....that would be great"), and she also made a scene in the hospital !!

also im pretty sure her n that weed pen thing is why i reacted differently to my anesthesia (i kept falling sleep every 30 seconds)

oh n the fact i probably need another surgery????? thats gonna make me cry. i have to get a ct scan (again) and if i have to do it its so i dont get this disease when im older (why did i have to be made like this!!!)

[yuneu]

too damn tired to do anything even remotely productive rn im gonna sit somewhere and meditate or whatever the fuck

[bluesidedown]

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[sodascribbles]

me: hey i just got this bt.hb i should work on that

also me: what if instead we made a time travel au

me: gOD DAMMIT-

sly 4 isnt real it cant hurt me. with no knowledge of how le paradox's brain or lab or blimp or whatever works (im still on Go West, Young Raccoon, and therefore only know his name via tumblr) i shall run blindly into that good night.

basically: what happens when pre-sly1 gang meets sly2 gang meets post-sly3 gang. ok well post sly3 gang except they (minus sly) stick together and dont fuck off like its implied they did during the beginning of 4 bc its MY found family and i get to choose the found familying.

past - pre sly1 (they don't know carmelita and are like. 15. murray is not old enough to drive in France. how is he their getaway driver)

present - sly2 (like Anatomy for Disaster sly 2. possibly earlier but definitely post-jailbreak)

future - start of sly4 (probably. idk I've thought about the future aspect the least other than the fact that its 3 tired old men w a bunch of kids.)

and they're gonna wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time. literally at the wrong time for the past and future crews.

[idkimoutofideas]

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