#itll get better as time goes on

[ackee]

i love looking at ppls longform comics and looking at the quality changing like oh wow.... one of the first pages vs the most recent!!!!! SEX

[kiddokori]

i dont ship them per say i just think they understand each other in a way no one else can and while this could bring them together it’s much more likely for them to reject the horror of being known and cannibalize each other like oscars

[star-shaped-bug]

Bugtober Day 1 - Aphid

They definitely didn't smuggle this little aphid from the aphid farm! (yes. yes they absolutely did.)

[ganondoodle]

i barely got any sleep and cried twice already, call it silly if you want, but yes its bc of the whole twitter thing, its crashing an burning and its doing it fast, trying to make people go to other websites im on has proven incredibly hard

its taken a huge toll on my mental health already, since i relied on twitter for alot of social interactions .. and it was the only website i ever gained a following that gave me a reach i never had before, not to discredit tumblr, i have been here twice as long as on twitter and love it dearly, but despite that have less than half of the followers, most inactive too, and the only posts that ever took off here where unfunny memes or self deprecating joke memes i now hate making altogether

i only really realized just how much it helped me with my chronic depression and isolation now that im about to lose it; the few friends i have now i found through twitter, despite twitter being rly unsuitable for comics, destiny has done much better there than here ..

i doubt i will ever get to the point i got over there anywehere ever again, i feel horribly powerless just watching a disgustingly rich manbaby run it all into the ground within such a short time

art is all i have, twitter was surprisingly the website i got the most recognition for it, felt like i reached people who cared about the same things i care about, ppl call it a hellsite just as much as ppl call tumblr a hellsite, but to be honest i have had very few bad interactions, most of which where more funny to me that hurtful

the fact that i can lose something so important to me so suddendly without being able to do jackshit about it is yet another thing to be horribly afraid of, as if i needed more things to be afraid of ...

[toastsnaffler]

love my leather boots sooo much.. polishing them at weekends is my favourite chore by far I always look forward to getting to do it :-)

[eternal-brainrot]

GUESS WHOS GETTING A NEW JOB WOOOO \^o^/ can leave this awful place lol B)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

OHHHHHHH okay. now everything makes sense. brain's getting more fucked again

[martyrbat]

happy new year especially to everyone recovering from an eating disorder. this is a hard time with the usual frenzy of advertisements pushing for you to ‘fix’ your body or diet talk. i hope you all know im sending you all my love and the reminder that it's going to be okay.

you don't need to diet or join a gym, you don't need to burn off any calories or weight you put on during the holidays or anything like that. your body is already valuable and enough as it is. you cant live a full, happy life with the restrictions of an eating disorder. you deserve better than what it demands.

you dont have to shame yourself for enjoying life and the food in it. you dont have to “earn” anything, you already deserve it. you deserve to eat. you deserve to be happy as yourself. you deserve to make memories and actually live. a ‘meaningful year’ or thriving life doesnt mean a skinny one.

surround yourself with friends and laughter and things that make you happy. know it doesnt have to be a special occasion to ‘treat yourself’ to delicious food. i hope you all get to the mental space to where you celebrate every day because its another day youre alive, but in the meantime try to remember that it may be difficult now but that doesnt mean it always will be 💗

[nomairuins]

im so tired

[29121996]

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[rusted-phone-calls]

going to sleep. soon

[cyxnidx]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

[h3arts4harry]

- privilege -

- one - two -

based on 'privilege' by the weeknd

warnings: UNRESOLVED ANGST, drugs, death, arguing, toxic friends

chris sturniolo x reader

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"y/n i cant do this anymore, ive tried i really have but you-" chris backs away from me, struggling to find the words. "chris please, ill get better i-ill cut them all off, i please chris ill do anything" i step forward, tears stream down my face, he backs away again, "chris p-lease" my voice breaks, he shakes his head with swallowing shaking away the tears so desperate to fall "im sorry y/n, i really hate to do this but we're done." i drop to my knees sobbing, my head falling into my hands, chris has to fight himself to not comfort me so he turns to walk out the front door, "fine! LEAVE! ENJOY YOUR PRIVILEGED LIFE! SEE IF I CARE!" i yell, we both know i dont mean it.

chris checks his phone to see if y/n has messaged him but hes heard nothing since that night, not that he wants to hear that shes suffering, hes suffering too. he loved her more than anything in the world but he couldn't stand to see her destroy herself anymore, he tried helping her but she would just brush it off or argue with him.

the breakup hit me hard. i didn't fully realise it yet but it did. i got closer with my new, so called, 'friends' we would do any drugs we could get ahold f and drink til we physically couldnt take it in anymore almost everyday. i called up our dealer james, "sup y/n how you doing?" "i urm, good, i was just calling to see if you had anything on you?" "yea i just picked up some new shit, can see you in like an hour maybe?" "yea sounds good thanks" "aight ill hit you up when im there" "mhm bye" and with that i hang up placing my phone on my nightstand, laying on my back staring at the ceiling, waiting for the time to go past.

"thanks james" i say taking the bag from him "yea no problem, i'erd about your fella, these should be able to help take the blues away" he smirks leaning against my door frame, i nod examining the familiar bag. "imma head out, be safe now. or dont. up to you" he shrugs walking over to his car. i shut the door and head to the kitchen, laying the red pills on the counter before looking for something to crush them with. i pick up my credit card and cut it into lines, rolling up a dollar, then slowly snorting the powder hoping itll make me feel as good as it used to. its never as good as the last.

"just get in the car. you love parties itll be fun trust me" kayla says from the passenger seat, "ugh fine let me just get changed, ill be five minutes" i cave in, turning back into to house, i walk into my bedroom picking up a small black dress off my desk chair swiftly pulling it on, its looser than it used to be but i dont have time to look for another. i slip on black heels to match, running out the car where kayla, james, Allison, and tyler are waiting for me. "finally lets go" Allison says from next to me.

the next goes fast, i dont remember how many drinks ive had. i pull out my phone and dial chris's number while stumbling out into the backyard. "hello?" "c-chris?" "what do you want y/n?" "i-i miss you…chris?" "hm?" "do you miss me too?" "y/n.." "please chris i- i just need- i need to know" my voice breaks, i didnt realise im full blown sobbing into the phone until now"i cant do this. not to me. not to you. y/n please go get help"' "i cant chris! they dont care about me! they dont care about me or anyone but themselves! all i am to them is someone to drink with, smoke with, snort fuck knows what with! i-i cant do it anymore its to much.. they said our love was just a game but- but i dont care, i cant do this without you chris" i can hear his shaky breaths down the phone "y/n.. i tried to help you, for months i tried but you always went back. it hurts to much, i- i need to go" "chris wait please- just let me see you" "no y/n. i dont wanna hear about you suffering anymore. i- i cant." "NO NO PLEASE CHRIS NO WAI-" the small beeps were deafening.

"i know i said i didn't want to hear about you suffering but now if i could go back, i would've said that i couldn't hear you suffer anymore, it was so hard to see you destroy yourself, i thought that if i left you would've got help but i realise now that i shouldve helped you, i should've tried harder, should've forced you-" "but instead im stood here, talking to a headstone- shit." tears fall down his face as he sat kneeling at your grave.

you overdosed that night. you had been found laying there on the cold wet grass of a strangers house, drowning in your tears. because of him.

as much as his brothers constantly reassured him that it wasn't his fault it wasn't enough. chris couldn't feel anything but guilty, as if he had taken her life with his own hands. in his eyes he kind of did, it haunted him that he could've changed the outcome.

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my first request! thank you for sending it in🫶🫶

ive never actually listened to this song before but i had it on repeat while righting this so i hope it meets your expectations lol

as always feedback is appreciated <333

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[opal-owl-flight]

Edge of Chaos.

Remember how 4 gave herself up to Overlorder in my SO interp...what if 3 gives themself up to a chaotic entity?

Uhhh "side Chaos" type what-if situation bc I was inspired by fucking Lego Monkey Kid of all things. Deets below! (And LMK ending/spoilers for those who watch.) Its VERY ALL OVER THE PLACE FORGIVE ME

"Listen, listen. I am the light outside your dark cave. Come to me, Ill set you free."

I think the argument that sways them is the fact that the ordered world is suffocating everyone. The world as it is, its Plato's cave. The unknown, the chaos, its whats outside. Remember how tye point of Side Order is that an Ordered World would be shit, bc itd mean something perfectly stagnant?

Chaos leans HARD into that. But does it in a way that tears the current world apart. Burns whats going bad, but also whats going good.

"Look at everyone, writhing in pain, trying to fit in.

Wouldnt it be better, if those boxes were all gone?"

It slithers to whisper in 3s ear.

"Including yours?"

It starts with arguing abt the world's state. And then it pierces them where it hurts.

A life that they couldve lived. Alt3, yknow. A life outside the war.

...they look so much happier there...

The voice of chaos goes on, convincing them that if they join It, the world will be saved by them, which ALREADY gets them on board almost immediately. Then with the promise of a life better than what they have rn? Its the best of both worlds. They save the world, one final time, then they'll be free.

Theyre caught, theres no way out.

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3 bowing to Chaos to save the world. Because its the only way for everyone to live a life beyond these secret wars. To live a life beyond the strict tenets the current world presses upon them. The world they carried all these years, and for what? Everyone STILL being stuck in those boxes? Status quo that wasnt the best thing in the first place? ("The world was breaking even before you started doing something about it.")

Theyre sick of having to keep the world the way it is. They gave EVERYTHING for this war. Theyve had enough.

3 finally living a life, like what 4 and 8 have been begging them to do, but oops. Oops. The rest of the world would get torn to shreds. A "burn everything down and start over" deal.

What makes it different from Order, then?

They cant think of that now, theyre finally free.

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4 gave up her chaos in SO bc she thought that is what itll take for 3 to accept her again. 3 gave up their order in this hypothetical bc they wanted to set the world free, but also so that they can be fully with 4s chaos.

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This ALL STARTED bc the mc of the show kept saying that it has to be him who saves the world, theres no other way. Which is...something 3 does on the damn regular. They carry the hero role and give this burden to no one else. To the ends of the earth, til the end of their life.

The lesson of this is "do things in moderation" -- that making the world a better place starts with little steps. Filling in the cracks. Some things work, dont burn everything to the ground so fast.

And most important of all. Stick together.

Which is a lesson 3 learns.

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Neat design note: 4 has her black tipped tentacles from SO. 3 would get white-tipped ones from this thing.

Why white? Besides being the opposite of Overlorder's black ink, it represents its narrative of being the light at the end of the tunnel/out the ("ordered boxes"/destiny/etc) cave theming for chaos.

When they look at themself in tge mirror after what theyve done, they see someone unrecognizable AGAIN.

They thought for themself this time. And the world went to shit. Were they really the only pillar?

now they look even more dead than before. Is this really the life they were promised?

The one they wanted?

[cookingmamatwo-dinnerwithfriends]

theodore nott headcanons

everyone shut up im world building for myself

he's known as really quiet and intimidating

people know his father was (is) a death eater so everyone that's not in slytherin usually avoids him

he hangs out with malfoy and his friends (substituting crabbe and goyle for mattheo and enzo✨✨✨)

not because he thinks muggle-borns are scum but just because he's known them since he was younger (their parents are....colleagues)

his mom died with he was young so he was raised by his dad

resents his dad for obvious reasons. cough cough death eater

but also because he was brought up with strict and hateful pure-blood values

he never understood why he was meant to hate muggle-borns so much but he never voiced his thoughts on the matter to his father

on a lighter note...

has a good sense of humor

pretends to bang his head on the table while malfoy rants about harry

his favorite class is potions but transfiguration is a close second

loves cats

is reading all the time

loves muggle classics and doesn't try to hide it (malfoy picks on him for it, "what could a muggle have to say that's worth reading?")

DATING

still not very talkative

really closed off at first

eventually will get comfortable enough to talk about his family

has a soft spot for whoever he's dating and only them

argues with his friends if they give you shit for being muggle-born

got into a full-on fist fight with malfoy once because malfoy would not stop saying things like "you could do so much better mate" and "i can't believe you're dating a filthy mudblood!" malfoy ended up in the hospital wing with a broken nose

malfoy kept his mouth shut after that

so obviously he's not good at communication

but he really tries and gets better at it

he's very protective of you

stares at anyone that looks at you

and glares at anyone that looks at you wrong

if he hears any other slytherins picking on you for your blood status he'll hex them with no hesitation

loves making you blush

he thinks it's cute when he makes you all nervous and flustered

lovingly teases you ALL THE TIME

distances himself when he realizes that he loves you because he's scared his father will find out and you'll get hurt. this leads to a little argument that ends with the classic "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" shit

i have an idea forming about a secret forbidden romance fic idk if itll ever happen tho

also a battle of hogwarts fic hehehehehehheheh

loves physical touch since hes not good at communicating

always holds your hand or has an arm around your shoulder

makes you sit in his lap in the hopes that you fall asleep on him

writes the most romantic, shakespearean level letters

and then you send your owl back with a letter that says "ditto all that xoxo"

you guys spend a lot of time in your dorm (since he doesn't want his friends to make you uncomfortable)

your roommates are scared of him at first but that quickly goes away when they see you guys asleep and cuddling together

they take a picture once and tease you both relentlessly

its his fav picture though and he keeps it tucked in his favorite book