#just got a lot on my plate atm!

[nekrosmos]

Hey bud, saw you were feeling rough a bit ago. Sending love and imagine me dancing like a resto druid from World of Warcraft with heals. Also...

Imagine for a moment Nik trying to smuggle a stray kitten he found in a wet cardboard box into his flat with Price in Hereford. Tucked in his leather jacket, he intends to give it a bath, then figure out what to call it.

John not looking up from his laptop as Nik tiptoes in. "Yer not light-footed. Why're ya sneakin'?"

"I did not want to disturb you, John." Mew.

"Wassat?"

"Nothing." Mew-brp.

"Nik, is that a bloody cat in my flat?"

"I am sorry I do not understand English--" Mew.

"Nikolai!"

It has a half-chewed ear, gammy eyes in need of some antibiotics and fleas. Timid, but purrs when you give it a bit of fuss. Reminds Price of when he first found Simon. He keeps it.

Thank you Jack, been fighting my own brain for the past week but I stay silly <3 I won't say no to a healing spell though

Okay you know I had to draw a little something because my god, what an adorable image. You know Nik is the kind of guy that will let bowls of food and water around the hangar he keeps his chopper in so the local strays can eat.

Bet it's really nice for Price to have a cat Nik brought in at his place when Nik isn't around and he misses him, too,,,

[feathertailedcentipede]

ty :]

:)) 👍👍

[queenimmadolla]

Hey hun, Ive got a horrible chest cold AND im on my period at the same time, so as you can imagine I feel like a dumpster shit fire right now. If its possible could you do a little drabble where Eddie is nursing a sick reader. If not i totally understand I know youve got a lot on your plate atm. Thanks hun, love ya ❤️

happy to drop everything to nurse one of our own back to health 🫡. hope this helps make you feel better!

“I’m dying.” You whined from the mounds of blankets you were surrounded by, with a pathetic sniffle.

  “You’re not dying.” Eddie refuted, as he measured out your medicine, pouring the bitter syrupy liquid into the cap you’d have to throw back. He was also trying to hide his grin.

  It’s not that Eddie liked it when you were sick, but now that the two of you lived together—in a crappy one bedroom apartment that was the best thing in the world because it was yours—he could nurse you back to health, take care of you. And if you just so happened to be extra cuddly whenever you were sick, that was just a plus.

  It was domestic. 

  Eddie loved living with you, even if you left all the bottom cabinet doors open whenever you retrieved something and he’d bust his knee against them, loved that you were the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes in the morning and the last thing he glimpsed before falling asleep. Loved brushing his teeth in the mirror with you at his side doing the same thing, loved how he had a five minute window to convince you it was a good idea for the two of you to just stay home together instead of parting to go out into the world. Most of all, he loved being able to look up from whatever he was doing, be it planning out future Hellfire sessions or working on a new song or even catching up on his reading, to see you curled into the loveseat, or in the kitchen, hear you humming as you walked down the hall. 

  Existing around him.

  Co-existing with you was something Eddie wanted to do forever. If this was married life, Eddie would be on his knee the second you felt better. 

  “I’m dying.” You reaffirmed, scowling when Eddie turned around and you caught sight of the yellow–never a good tasting color for medicine–liquid filled measuring cap in Eddie’s large grasp. 

“You’re not dying on me, baby. I refuse to let that happen. Now, take your medicine so we can make sure it doesn’t.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, medicine held out to you.

  Gingerly, you grasped it and when he reached for the orange juice on your side table, you switched up, “You know what? You’re right. I’m not dying. I feel better already.”

  “Drink the medicine,” Eddie smirked, handing you the glass. 

  “But it’s Prescription.” Your frown deepened, tongue already assaulted by the idea of what it would taste like. Eddie had taken you to the doctor’s yesterday morning and picked up your prescription after so you’d had the pleasure of taking it three times already. 

  It was a nasty son of bitch.

  “Which means you’ll get better faster. Drink.”

  You gave him one last glare before downing the medicine like a shot. Your face contorted in disgust and Eddie chuckled as you hurried to take a drink of your orange juice to wash the taste away.

  “That’s poison.” You croaked, handing Eddie the juice and empty medicine cup before settling back into your pillows with a pout just as an onslaught of coughs hit you, sending you into a fit you muffled against your inner elbow. 

  Eddie could hear your chest rattle with them and placed your medicine cup and glass down on the bedside table so he could rub your back.

  Once your coughing fit had subsided, you took a couple of shaky breaths before glaring up at him again, “It didn’t work.”

  Eddie rolled his eyes and nudged you over, much to your surprise. The bed was littered with your used tissues, some having been coughed into and others containing your snot. Not exactly the place to want to be.

  “My poor, sweet, gross baby.” He cooed as he settled in behind you, pulling you right into his chest.

  You ignored the gross comment and protested even though you were curling right into him, nose nuzzling against his hoodie covered collar bone, eager for his warmth. Of course you’d gotten sick just as winter settled.

  “Eddie! You’re gonna get sick.” A pitiful argument considering you were already settled on him like a cat having found their new lounging spot. 

  “Oh, I know I am. Who cares? I slept next to you last night and woke up to a hill of your snotty tissues in my face so it’s already in my system. No use in denying myself the love of my life.” You felt his hand drift lower until he was patting your ass cheek. He wasn’t trying to start anything, it was just one of Eddie’s many love gestures. When he’d ask if he could squeeze your ass like it was some sort of stress ball to comfort him—that’s when he was going for it. 

  “It wouldn’t be in your system if you hadn’t insisted on still sleeping with me last night.” You reminded him and felt him shrug under you in response. You peaked up at him to see him relaxed, one arm propping his head up with the other holding you to him. His eyes were shut and a look of utter content was on his face. It was almost like he’d been the one to take the codeine. 

  “We didn’t move in together so I can avoid you, this is just some more experience for us. You deal with my morning breath, I deal with having our bed covered in germs when you’re sick.”  His hand began to stroke up and down your back and your eyes fluttered shut, the codeine making quick work of your system. 

  “Why am I the one suffering in both of those scenarios?” You slurred out.

  Eddie shook with laughter underneath you, “Shut up and go to sleep. I’ll make you some soup when you wake up, you jerk.” 

  You did fall asleep. And when you woke up, Eddie insisted on carrying you—because a chest cold apparently meant you couldn’t walk yourself anywhere—to the living room where you watched some television while he did his best to follow a recipe your mother had given him for a homemade soup she’d make whenever you were sick. 

And three days later, when you’d made a full recovery, Eddie developed a rattling cough. The ring he’d hidden in a pair of his shoes would just have to wait until you nursed him back to health.

[scremogirl]

HEAR ME OUT PLS!... reader whos fine w casually/non casually/no romantic fucking... this prompt is sickening LITERALLY as long as reader gets birth control/condoms theyre ay-okay with it

(doesnt need 2 be added:D FIND WHAT U THINK SUITS UR WRITING ATM)

example js

reader scrolling on their phone while nerd is rearranging their guts

or

council president railing reader while theyre in a mating press on a chair

or

childhood friend who didnt even have to ask you to take care of their problem since middle school(?)

seems like NONCHALANT!Reader but this reader just doesnt care abt what they want and just cares for their friends...in their own way...Add whatever u like sosa!!!! <3

stawppp it.

(presents an AFAB reader)

Yandere! Nerd has been so pent up lately and never has time to relive his stress. With all the club meetings, preparing for college and the love of his life ignoring him, it's obvious he's got a lot on his plate. Therefore, when he finally has the time to let loose, there's no way he could bother with protection.

"Please, baby? I know how much you like it raw anyways. You're still on the pill right? oh what he hell, it's not like you care that much. You have been a little snippy with him lately so he deserves this much. The only problem with is that you can't be bothered with putting in that much effort. So here you are now laying flat on your stomach while Yandere! Nerd pounds your brains out.

"Ugh fuckkk angel, it feels so gooddd," his heavy breathing and the light blush on your cheeks make you clench around him harder. You make him pull out as you roll yourself over on your back. You grab your phone again as he shoves himself back in you. You angle your camera to where your hips meet, occasionally aiming it at his face. He cums so much that when he pulls out some of it lands in the camera lens.

!Ping!

Angel😇💕💍: 1 attachment

Angel😇💕💍: srry I can't be there tdy. cramps and what not.

enjoy this instead :p

When do you get off your period again?

Sigh. How's he supposed to work like this?

Yandere! Council president rubs his temples and lets out a deep sigh of frustration. The council is having an after school celebration along with some club members because of last weeks fundraiser.

They did well but someone needs to count all of the funds and there's no way he'll trust anyone else do it.

He stands from his chair opening the door, on his way to tell them to keep it down bug to his surprise your on the other side of the door.

"What're you doing here?"

"I go to school here," he sighs at your blunt behavior.

“Yes, I know that. I mean what are you doing at school after hours?" you held up a bag of food and he already knew what you were gonna say before you said it. He opens the door to let you in, relived that at least one thing can cheer him up.

"Besides." you continue

"I'm horny. I was gonna get a quick one out before I went back but then I remembered you were here. I can obviously see your not feeling well and Im in the mood for something rough: take it out on me,"

The chair bangs against the table as you legs are pressed against your head. Who knew you were this flexible? He'll have to keep that in mind for later, right now he's focused on shooting his load as deep as he can. The music outweighs your moans and isn't until you here a loud bang on the door that you stop.

"(Y/N)? You in there? We're about to start truth or dare. Julie's gonna dare Chris to jump ass naked into the school pool. You don't wanna miss it." says a voice from outside the door.

“I’ll - fuck I'll be out in a second. Ate to much, ugh dip y'know; a little full," and with that they leave.

Yandere! CP turns your face towards him with an animalistic sneer.

"The only thing you'll be full of is my cum."

Please take a plan B 🙏🏾

(You guys are seniors here!!!)

Everyone's masturabted before, let's be honest.

Curious minds wanting to feed their growing sexual appetite. So when Yandere! Childhood friend came to you about his little problem, it was your duty as his best friend to help.

"(Y/N) it hurtssss! Just look how red the tip is!" on queue it twitches and pulses under your gaze.

Jeez the guy has no shame does he? He grabs the base, stroking his hard cock under his strong palm. It didn't take you much conniving since you were already on your knees before him.

"Oh shit baby! Gonna let me pump it all down your throat? Ughh, gonna-gonna milk all of it outta me princess I swear,” he says between pants, continuing throat fuck you. His orgasm nears as he grabs the base of your neck and forces you down on him. Spit and cum dribbling down your child and into your chest. He paints your face and swipes his fingers on your face before forcing it back into your mouth. After you all cleaned, you stand to your knees After you all cleaned, you stand to your knees sitting on the couch turning on Lilo and Stitch.

"Make some popcorn for us will ya?"

You literally suck the soul outta him and then ask him to do something other than go another round; he’s gonna do it but damn 😭

[majorproblems77]

Major, Darling, are you ok?

Anything we can help with here on interwebs?

Hi aj

I guess no?

I've had a lot on my plate as of late.

I'm behind on uni work. I've got an assignment due at noon tommrow (12 hours from now) which I've not finished yet. So I've gotta get this in and submitted.

There's some other bits as well. Stuff thts just keeping me up anyway. The last few weeks espicaly have been really tough. I won't go into detail here. As I'm sure people don't wanna see all that haha.

I'm not really sure what can be done tbh. I don't want to bother people with my issues as much as possible. I know everyone has a tonne on their plates atm.

Just trying to make people smile one day at a time. Even if sometimes I can't. You know?

[gyuluttony]

heyyy, when you get the time, could you write that Mingyu fic we were talking about? I’m thinking Mingyu starts off athletic as he is, but maybe due to an injury he takes times off and then starts gaining weight. DK first starts off just by comforting him and cooking for Mingyu which leads to his gain.

would love if you could make him as large/fat as you’re comfortable with, and show how he then struggled with choreo/fitting into his outfits. The members have to adapt their choreo for him, DK also starts to gain weight 🥰

hehe i'm on a mingyu high atm so let's go back to my namesake for some gluttony from my favourite gyu... i'm going to change up some stuff for this to keep it fresh as well but i hope you enjoy it!

Bulk Clause

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.

Getting the ink dry on the contracts took such a burden off the chests of just about everyone within their team that it was worth celebrating. Not many people would have expected a group as large as thirteen members to renew their contract, but as it turned out, not every group had a Mingyu who fought tooth and nail to make sure that it turned out okay and that the family that they made was not going to be torn about by different reasons.

These terms that would have stumped even more established groups for temptation reasons were nothing at the willpower of a man who made sure they stood resolute and as a single team, fighting for clauses that benefitted them as a collective as opposed to swaying them in separate directions.

The glasses of beer clunk together as they cheered, Mingyu feeling some rough pats on his back as he giggled from the feeling. It stung a little bit because all the guys tended to be rough knowing he was more than capable of taking a hit or two but following the hectic nature of the renewing of a contract, he welcomed something to bring him back to this reality that they lived in.

"Oi, Mingyu." He turned his head to Seungcheol as he smiled, "Good thing we fought for that clause about our workouts, right?" The smile only grew wider as the plates full of food were delivered without a second thought, filling the table with delicious foods that were unthinkable before. From that small little green room where they had to sneak bites, they were no longer restrained to just about everything that they ate and Mingyu's eyes sparkled while his mouth watered, not even sure what to take first.

Jeonghan leaned his head on Mingyu's shoulder as he patted his arm, "Since we can actually eat now, you can probably bulk better. I know that some other idols have been doing that lately. And you already like working out."

He squeezed the bicep curiously, smiling when Mingyu shied away, "Ah, hyung..." The whine slipped out of him as Jeonghan laughed before pushing a plate to him, "I'm not used to seeing this much in front of me. I remember sneaking bites of food that Seungkwan brought for everyone after his schedules."

Seungkwan was chewing some of the chicken that they got while nodding at Mingyu's comment, "That's in the past now. We got through it so now, we can do what we want." Mingyu began to eat rather quickly, almost like he was scared it was some sort of joke.

Chan leaned on the table, smiling playfully, "Make sure you get your fill before Mingyu and Wonwoo hyung take everything back to their place." Mingyu shot him a look before he was placated by Chan passing over a plate of food that he was eyeing anyways before digging in.

"Even if we take everything back, I'm sure Mingyu will meal prep it into something else anyways." By the sound of Wonwoo's tone, he basically expected it so Mingyu was already making a mental note to make something that they'd both like out of what they brought back.

One of the clauses on their new contract was that members have full discretion of their diets. This was something that they had to fight rather hard on but it was worth the battle. A lot of the members struggled with their own body image following the strict rules with eating that were imposed on them while they were growing and with this clause, it gave them free reign to heal from what they came from.

Some of the members that came to mind were the ones who had already taken steps to better their relationship with food and everything in that avenue, but it also benefitted the ones who frequented the gym. Without any restrictions on their diet, it was possible to properly bulk and cut so they could get a more muscular frame. It wasn't something that was common in the industry in favour of a leaner build but it was gaining a lot of popularity.

Today was, of course, a cheat day. This was made clear before Mingyu and Seungcheol began to stuff their faces with whatever was in reach. It continued throughout the night, celebrating, feasting, cheering and reminiscing on old times. Mingyu had to tune in and out, discretely rubbing his bloated abs underneath his shirt. They had all eaten their fill but Mingyu and Seungcheol probably had eaten a fair share of everything on the table.

The problem with diets though when dealing with muscle gain was that starting the cut was always difficult. So many different things were delayed for the sake of a cheat day and Mingyu lost track of how many times Seungcheol suggested to get a meal together. Most of the time, it ended with them too full to even properly work out, promising that they'd go the next day. It was just hard to say no when the food was good and their workout days lined up anyways.

At the very least, it was good to know that the eating and not restricting his habits was working out. His arms looked rather beefy and were bigger than ever before. Flexing these days was something of a lethal weapon when he was wearing short sleeves, their fans immediately noticing how his arms were.

They also noticed some other changes. More talks on social media that he was coming for Seungcheol's position for the best ass in the group. Some of the shots they got of them rehearsing surprised Mingyu, moving his hands to his ass and feeling the way fat started to yield to his touch, a lot more than before. But, he wasn't sure what to think when his belly was trending on other apps for when he raised his shirt in choreo.

Sure, it was starting to push down on the waistband, but he was bloated that day. Eating most of the snack table clear wasn't for the faint of heart. But, it was enough to let him know that his new habits of counting everything as a cheat meal was a consequence so he planned to dial it back. Lifting his weights in the gym with Seokmin was nice, an unexpected company to help him during upper body workout days.

He was trying to lift a weight that was heavier than usual and Seokmin lingered behind him, feeling the body heat of the other on his back while cheering, "C'mon, Mingyu! I can do this in my sleep! What's taking you so long!" He huffed in annoyance as he started to raise the heavy dumbbells, "You're not doing many sets, c'mon! Just a little more."

He reached the height of his rep and was going to hold for a moment before, he felt hands on his sides, the budding love handles being squeezed, "Oh, maybe this is what's making it harder for you to get everything up. You're getting soft, Mingyu~" It was said in a mocking tone but the more fatal miscalculation was scaring Mingyu to the point where he dropped the weight, landing on his toe as he yelped in pain.

They usually had their back and forths but it was sad to see Seokmin pacing around the waiting room, blaming himself for the injury. "It's fine, Seokmin. I should have held a better grip on the weights anyways!" He smiled nicely, coaxing out a small bit of the other man's sunshine smile which got him to loosen up.

He helped him get to the bed, arm slung around his shoulder before the doctor explained that Mingyu was going to be fine, just needed a cast for a little while to make sure everything healed correctly. Mingyu, after knowing the other man for as long as he did, could feel the concern dripping from his eyes. He rolled his eyes, "It's fine, Seokmin... I'm used to doing most of this stuff anyways."

The surprise was prevalent on his face when it was held by cheeks that were softer than he remembered as he poked one to confirm his suspicions. His face seemed to be a little softer than usual. It'd be a little hard to start a diet with minimal motion lest he injure himself and need more recovery time. They had a comeback planned so the less chance of hurting himself the better.

So, he innocently accepted Seokmin's offer to help him out. Wonwoo was quick to accommodate his roommate but if he left the cooking up to him, it was going to be ramen until he was recovered and he'd probably need to make it anyways some nights that Wonwoo would be gaming for a while.

He knew that Seokmin was working on his cooking but the last thing that he expected was how good for each and every bite, not leaving until he cleaned the plate. Even Wonwoo had been managing these meals well, eating just as much as Mingyu before calling it quits to get back to his game and music producing. Although, the portions were getting slightly bigger with each passing day as Mingyu and Wonwoo ate whatever Seokmin provided, whose skills improved with all the positive words from the ones he was cooking for.

At first, Mingyu was only aware of smaller things... and it couldn't really concern him. The way that couch groaned when Wonwoo parked on it, his heavyset frame making chairs creak as he looked rather alarmed as it happened. How he balanced a bowl on his belly to make sure it was easy to reach while gaming or how his phone scrolling seemed to have a shlef that was soft enough for someone to lie on. And he did one time following Seokmin's meal, too lethargic to make it to his bed, falling asleep on the couch with his fattened hyung. It was hard to notice how he was stuffed with so much food he could barely breathe when Wonwoo's tummy was plump and soft even with him eating the same amount. Probably some of the best sleep he's had in a while.

He even noticed the belly pooching on the apron that Seokmin wore, tying it underneath the gut so that it almost showed off a little more pronounced. Those thighs that filled nearly every pair of pants to near bursting was starting to truly strain the seams and after a couple of teasing slaps, he could confirm that he felt a lot bigger than he used to. Perhaps all that sampling was catching up to him.

But, Mingyu didn't realize how he was the biggest in a way that wasn't just referring to his height. No longer could his stomach be called abs with how much his gut led the way with every step. His new unconscious habit of scratching his gut underneath his hirt or rubbing it following one of Seokmin's dinners.

What really brought it home was when he worked out. The compression shirt could barely squeeze over his plump chest and Wonwoo certainly was enjoying the scenario. Almost like a puppy trying to get out of a box but with a lot more jiggling involved as the trackpants he wore to the gym were no longer functional, losing the battle against Mingyu's fatter ass.

He only realized that he had properly put on weight was when Soonyoung grabbed his gut in the practice mirror, adorned in a black tank top that continually rode up every time Mingyu so much as moved. He shook the fat and Mingyu whined, "Ah, hyung, stop!" He caught the way his fat body completely shielded him as he felt a shiver down his spine.

A comment followed as Soonyoung rolled his eyes, "Mingyu, even if I stop jiggling it, it won't stop. You've gotten big." Being called big isn't something foreign... but in this context, he couldn't help but huff, face a little warm. Soonyoung moved into a hug, arms squishing his plump body, "You're nice to hug... but no one really has a belly as big as yours so syncing is a little hard right now."

It seems everyone was enjoying the eating whatever they wanted clause but Mingyu's hand rubbed his belly curiously, biting his lip when he shakes it curiously. He was the biggest in the room, but everyone had put on their own weight. Mingyu couldn't help the way that he felt his gut fall out of his shirt and jiggled with the movements of the choreo or the way that he felt out of breath with one of the beginning combos.

This was probably the opposite of what was expected of him and he couldn't deny the excitement. Seokmin had stayed surprisingly silent the matter, lifting his shirt up and shocking Mingyu with the size of a gut that stood out, always remaining hidden in the bagginess of his clothes. It'd take some time to move with the new weight but given how he continually caught Seokmin's eyes move to him, watching how his body seemed to dance with the additional adipose that he put on, he had a feeling that he'd need to get used to dancing with even more.

-

"Yah, Mingyu, you can't just double your waist size since we measured you! Your fans might like the weight, but consider the sylists!" He chuckled meekly after the first week of promotions, rubbing his belly as he smiled.

"Sorry, unnie... I just finished a protein shake, so I'm a little full." His eyes caught Seokmin's who looked away, almost ashamed. Mingyu smiled, seeing the way that he ducked out of his eyes contact. Considering the shake was shared between both of them, it was hard not to look at the way Seokmin's belly spread out onto his lap comfortably, straining the stage outfit that they designed for him.

The fans seemed to adore how comfortable they looked and Mingyu has gained more fans as quickly as he gained weight, saying that it made him more approachable. Plus, the constant influx of food gifts was contributing to why these stage outfits didn't even make their way onto his blubbery figure.

He felt a pat on his rotund behind as Seungcheol walked past him, "Make sure you get your fill before we go out. Going on stage hungry is a lot of work." The leader walked away, undoing the string on his torso, a large sigh leaving as his gut filled the space before Mingyu looked at himself in the mirror, a smile filling his face.

It wasn't the sort of bulk that he planned, but doing it with people he knew he could trust to support him made it easier to grow... and as long as he stayed mobile, it was enough. Although, he could go for a few extra pounds. He was reaching a personal record for the bench press.

Even if he couldn't even see his form beyond how high his gut sat on the bench.

[lukas-broken-bow]

I’ve spent the last three weeks staying with my 80-year-old grandparents and it has been a massively wild experience for me, so here’s a list of things that have happened:

we watched all three hatchetfield musicals and they enjoyed all of them. my grandma’s favourite was paul and her only complaint was that max jägerman called people ‘bitch’ too prolifically for her taste.

they got home from a party at midnight and made an awful lot of noise so I turned up at their door and just said “you’re scaring the hoes” (the hoes, by the way, are my dog, alhaitham, who needs her sleep).

they have had sex multiple times. I am two rooms over and the walls are thin. once again, they are both 80 years old.

I asked my grandmother if she had any playing cards on hand and instead of answering she pulled out a massive plastic bag of aeroplane essentials (including playing cards) from an airline that shut down in 1991.

speaking of alhaitham, they bought her so many dog treats she has gained nearly three kilos (she’s a rather big dog so I’m not too worried) which is an issue I will deal with later.

every year they apparently go to switzerland to get swiss cheese and since I’m fluent in french, they made me call the cheese place and order four vacuum packed half wheels of raclette and two kilos of sliced vacuum packed raclette. then they went to switzerland solely to pick up the cheese.

my grandfather cooked steak so much it turned green, lost his credit card to a hungry atm, and got his hearing aid stuck in his ear. this was all in the span of twelve hours.

I accidentally ate some of my grandfather’s shaving foam because he left it on a plate and I thought it was whipped cream.

we went to a musical and it was so different from the last time it played here (in the 1980s) they felt the need to go up to the people at the merch stand and ask what the fuck was going on. the merch stand people, understandably, did not know.

conclusion: my grandparents are cool as fuck but also absolutely mad in every definition of the word. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[undead-potatoes]

I don't think I've talked about this here before, other than some rly vague posts, but the reason why I dropped off on BG3 so suddenly was bc it played an active part in my worsening mental health.

As my (possibly OCD induced) intrusive thoughts and compulsions got worse, my BG3 obsession kinda got mixed into it, and eventually the whole thing became so tainted and triggering that I had to push it aside before it made things worse both for my mental health and my love of the game. I honestly held onto it for way too long, and it probably worsened things a lot more than if I had just cut things off earlier, but I just didn't want to let go of something that meant so much to me. Fandom got mixed into it too, so I just had to distance myself from the whole thing (if I unfollowed your BG3 blog or stopped interacting with most of your BG3 stuff this is probably why).

I can interact with it on my better days, but they're few and far between atm, and so I mostly stay away from now in hopes that I can go back to it once my brain is no longer a plate of scrambled eggs.

[thestarsarebrightertonight]

hii everyone!!!

ive decided to take down my fics simply bc i dont write/post on here as well as some anonymous comments people have been making in my inbox. ik damn well the people writing said comments are just self projecting but being called slurs isnt really something that motivates me to write/keep my posts up.

no one will probs even notice theyre gone ijbol but i just thought id say incase anyone realises and is curious. thank you for all the support they got , i really appreciate it and hope they atleast made some people happy and id love to still post little things on here and interact with the people that followed me from the fics!

btw this is in no means me giving in to "hate" , i just have a lot on my plate at the moment with exams and what not , so opening tumblr to constantly see rude mfs in my inbox is not the thing i rlly need atm.

bye and thank youuuu!!!!!!❤️❤️💋

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

okay quick little fic/life update. I've got a lot on my plate rn, and while I would love to say "oh yeah I'll update everything, it's all good" I just can't say that anymore. I am not dropping any of my fics, but I am just focusing on one thing at a time, so that means my one and only priority rn is tmwyh until it's finished, and then after that I'll reassess and figure out what I have the muse/inspiration for. I love all of you and I appreciate how patient you're all being with me lately, and I fully intend to keep writing, I just have other stuff to try and balance it with atm 🥰🩵

[eliteseven]

Give me all the angst please!!!

We have Consonance angst coming, too! Tav’s father coming to ruin things just when Shadowheart’s about to pop the question! got a lot on my plate atm 😅

But there’s also fluff on the horizon for both series 🥰 some weddings, first appearances of a certain non-stop chatterbox toddler, a new modern au ft. Vet Shadowheart and paramedic Tav,

and ofc: the 4,478 variations of strap smut requests I have to answer!!

[orokabu-headcanons]

Hey just wanted to ask and say HAPPY OROCHIMARUS BDAY! And maybe soon could you make some winter orokabu HCs? You don’t have to :)

Oh no I can't believe I literally got a notification for this ask today .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠. Tumblr hates me and I was so busy it slipped my mind I swear Orochimaru please forgive me

Orochimaru: Thank you Sc3n3-b1tch I appreciate the birthday wish :)... Now as for you I don't know this is pretty unforgivable of you I might just have to kill you

Please spare me my Lord (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥)

Kabuto: Orochimaru stop messing with them like that you know it was an honest mistake they have a lot on their plate at the moment...it's alright he's just messing around

Oh ok well happy belated birthday Lord Orochimaru!!!🎂🎁🎉(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Orochimaru: Thank you I guess I'll forgive you...for now..>:)

SMACK

Orochimaru: OW! Kabuto...:(

Kabuto: My Lord please..>:/ thank you for the kind gesture we'll be off now

Thank you Kabuto bye now waves now to answer your question I will do my best to get some winter HC's in as best as I can it's just been a bit hard to manage anything atm because I've had back to back projects to do lately because it's getting close to the end of the fall semester at my college (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) so whenever I have a free slot I will go my best to get some in so stay tuned (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ps: I love doing things like this so I'd 100% love to do some winter HC's 😎👍

[herofics]

hii can i request geto or anyone else from jjk with a s/o who struggles a lot mentally and usually vents in poems (like writes poems in a diary) and they don't want them to see it bc they don't want them to be burdened with caring abt them? (also add that the s/o loves physical affection (only if you want)) i hope this makes sense ♡ and if you don't want to write this, it's okay

A/N: Hahah, being in a not so great mental state myself atm, I used my time writing this instead of doing my school work. Goddammit I feel like a lazy piece of shit lol. This isn’t really set in any particular point in time, but canon timeline, so Geto is doing his cult business and all that. I’m venting my own frustrations through this too. I can’t write a poem to save my life, at least not in english, so I didn’t write it out, but I did use the poetry thing anyway. I really needed to be called a “good girl” today, so that’s Geto’s job. I know I usually try to write gender neutral but I just really needed it and I couldn’t come up with anything that gave me the same vibe so I went with “good girl”

It was just so much. So much stress, so much work, so much everything. You felt like time was just slipping through your fingers. Everything was passing you by and you couldn’t grab onto anything.

“Why does this have to be so damn hard?” you muttered as you loaded the dishwasher.

Everyone else was doing fine, so why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you just do the things others seemed to be able to do so easily? Everyone else could finish their assignments on time, why couldn’t you? Everyone was able to at least keep up appearances of managing their life, and you felt like you couldn’t even do that. Sure, you’d managed to keep yourself from drowning in all this crap, but you couldn’t keep treading water forever.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d managed to keep Geto off your case for so long. Sure he’d pretty much been working nonstop for the last month, and had only been to the apartment occasionally. He’d even been sleeping at his office. The times he did come home, you’d managed to keep up appearances just enough that he’d thought you were only a bit tired. Besides, he didn’t need to worry about you too, he had enough on his plate already. No matter how much you missed him, his touch, his hands on your hips, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you didn’t want to burden him.

You finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on. At least you’d managed to do one thing. You went to grab your diary from your nightstand drawer and then walked back into the kitchen to sit by the table.

You were procrastinating doing your university assignments yet again. You hadn’t even started the essay you needed to turn in the next day. You felt like a lazy piece of shit. Why couldn’t you just get things done? It was just an essay, it was even a topic you were somewhat interested in, but nope, you just couldn’t do it. Instead, you decided to write something else. You’d always found poetry therapeutic, especially when you wrote it by hand instead of tapping away on your phone.

Your poem ended up being quite the stream of consciousness kind of thing, but writing your thoughts down on paper helped. It was no miracle cure to your ailment, but at least you got some of your thoughts out.

You left your diary, an unremarkable notebook, on the kitchen table as you went to the bathroom.

The last month had been incredibly hectic. There was a big event coming up next week for his cult, and Geto had been busy preparing for it. Writing his speech, and making sure everything was going smoothly. Of course he had assistants and people to handle these things, but he had the final say, so he had to approve everything.

Geto couldn’t help but miss you. Everytime he had gone home, you had seemed increasingly tired. Your usually witty remarks had turned bland, and you seemed almost apathetic at times. He usually wouldn’t put his work first when you were in such a state, but the event that was coming was very important for the cult, so he couldn’t really help it. Now that he had finished his speech and had left very specific instructions for his assistant, he felt like he could finally relax a little bit. He could finally make sure you were alright.

When Geto came back home and walked into the kitchen, he saw a notebook on the table. He didn’t think much of it as he picked it up and started flipping through it. He didn’t really read much, a word here, a sentence there, until he got the page with the most recent date. He didn’t even hear the toilet flush nor the running water as you washed your hands as he read through the poem.

“Why are you reading that?” you gulped as you returned to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh? You didn’t mean to read it?” you interjected as you grabbed the diary from his hands. “Then why did you?” you asked tearfully.

“Honestly, when I started reading I couldn’t stop. Is this truly how you’ve been feeling lately?” he asked, motioning at the notebook, a pit of dread settling at the bottom of his stomach.

It’s not like he’d even missed the signs really, he had ignored them in favor of his work, and willingly or not, he had let you start spiraling.

“Even if I was, you had no right to read it without my permission, it’s private” you sniffled, clutching the diary to your chest.

“I apologize for reading it, but it’s necessary for me to know if you’re feeling like this. You don’t need to be alone with this” Geto said, placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them.

“But what if I want to be? What if I don’t want you to have to worry about me on top of everything else?” you noted, letting your arms fall to your sides, still holding the diary in one hand

“What do you mean everything else? There is nothing else when you’re not doing well” Geto said softly and pulled you into a hug.

By god how you’d missed this. His embrace, his warmth, the beating of his heart in your ear as you pressed the side of your head to his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you. You could feel all the apathy and the self-loathing melting away as he hugged you tightly and you returned his embrace.

“I do want to talk to you, Suguru. I just… I don’t really know how. It’s so much easier to write it down and not have to explain anything to anyone” your voice was muffled by his robes as you explained.

“I know the feeling, believe me” he sighed and kissed the top of your head. “You don’t have to explain anything to me if you don’t want to, but I still feel I deserve to know when the person I love is not doing well. Even if you don’t want to explain the reasons, at least let me know when you’re feeling down”

“Yeah, yeah”

Geto pulled back and took your face into his hands with an intense look in his eyes. 

“Promise me?” he asked, looking at you intently.

“I promise” you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile nonetheless.

“Good girl” he smiled and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

[sneezilla]

Weekly WIP Dump #1

Doing this to keep myself active on here. Because if I waited to post only what’s finished/polished, I’d probably not post for another month at least.

This one’s gonna be quite a big one (just gonna dump everything that’s been a WIP)! May contain rambles about unrelated topics (music choice/what has inspired me lately) as a warning.

So starting off with what I’m most excited to talk about/has been unraveling steadily the past couple months: The TF/Ultrakill crossover.

Working title atm is Echoes, to be changed if I think of anything I like more. (After the Pink Floyd song, that’s my favorite by them, it’s a gorgeous piece that is best when listened to when staring off into space in a dark room).

In V1’s perspective (for the time being), basically boils down to “what if V1/the other models were made by Shockwave”.

Here’s a snipped of what I have so far!

Before the machine could fire again it’s grabbed into the insecticon’s maw. Shockwave did not flinch as a sickening crunch emanated from the cage. The pincers pierced into its abdominal plating, and it shook its helm violently, tossing the machine about, splatted energon looking akin to a careless flick of a bright pink paintbrush.

Starscream cackled at the display. “Such a shame, I can’t imagine how long you’ve been wasting on that thing.”

The machine raised its servo again.

It cocked the gun.

A beam was sent through the helm of the beast. Another splattering of energon was spilled, and it collapsed, maw hung open limply.

The machine slipped out, dragging itself off of the pincers, and draped itself over the open wound of the creature. The viewers watched in awe as the tears and holes in the plating mend before their optics, snapped metal fusing back together as if graced with a practiced blowtorch. It took only a couple kliks for it to repair fully, and with energon smeared across its helm, it was a painting of grotesqueness.

The walls came down, and the machine was allowed an optic to optic view of the audience, and the audience was granted a perfectly clear view of it.

“This is V1,” Shockwave stated.

It stared at its audience. One looked vaguely afraid, one looked indifferent, and one looked impressed.

V1 passed the former barrier, taking slow steps that sounded like small clicks against the floor, and it came to stand by Shockwave, a trail of pink in its wake. It only reached to the top of his shins, but its presence was still massively oppressive. To one in that room, it felt almost suffocating.

Next up, I’ve got the RiaDBSS update. Not much to say, I’m pretty sure this chapter is just gonna be a lot of flirting. With who? Surprise :) But Soundwave’s been out of commission for a bit, time to drag him back.

“Hmm. Did anything look off to you before you left? Or have you noticed anything that’s coincided with the incidents.”

One tentacle points at you.

“Me? Why?”

He turns, and pulls up feed of you hanging out in the medbay, talking with Knock Out. You narrow your optics at him. “So?”

The feed then switches to you working on the engine.

“I’m lost. What’re you getting at?”

It changes again, appearing that you’re talking to yourself but to a more careful optic you’d be talking on your commlink while you’re pacing in the hall. It then changes to you being “attacked” by Predaking.

“T-that was a one time event!”

It switches, again, to some feed of you relaxing in your old room, and then once again, you’re back to the engine room, screwing back on a fuel line that had unattached itself.

“I don’t understand,” you say, plainly. You try and make sense of what he’s feeding you, of what little scraps of info he’s attempting to show you. A prong of a tentacle taps at your forehelm twice, and then pats your shoulder.

Then, stuff for CbALR. This has been really fun to write so far. I’ve gotten to really tap into some really graphic and visceral imagery. If all else fails, maybe I’ll be a horror writer one day. This snippet is from Sebastian’s POV. I’d like to dedicate this to Loss of Life (the album) by MGMT. Phradie’s song, while it doesn’t fit thematically, is magical. I think it fits tonally. It’s so dreamlike.

You are truly the worst.

Yet…

Oh, how he’s left reeling by your hand. His chest aches when he thinks of your form crumbled in a heap of limbs, aches when he thinks of your awed expression as you look at him— him, like he’s worth more than what he’s made of, aches when he remembers how soft your hands felt and how gentle you were with him. For all he’s done, for every bit of mouthiness he gave, you still treated him with such care. The small gestures of goodwill raveled together into a ball of comfort, of something he can’t recall feeling, certainly not while like this, this monster he’s been subjected into becoming.

He recalls the prick of fear that awashed him the first time your hands ravaged him, which quickly spread like a poison, making him lash out before he could put two and two together.

And it pangs him to think about.

He doesn’t want to feel this way, never asked to have such a vehement fear for touch.

And it pangs even further to think he might’ve really done you in. The one person who wasn’t as freighted of him as he is of them. He— oh how he reels, eyes squinting shut, bloodied hands smearing crimson along his face as he tries to shut it all out. He feels sick, the smells of salt and blood and torn eels making him want to wretch, to clear himself of all his self pity and bitter hatred out of the pit of his stomach, sinking like dead weight.

Behind his eyes, all he can see is you— mangled and torn to shreds, his hands bloodied with you, with your fluid and mess of entrails strewn about the floor, and your face is so rash laden he wouldn’t even be able decipher that it’s you without your pungent funk. The funk that permeates everywhere you go, that perfect blend of rust and mildew that drags him in.

He finally pries his hands off of his face and opens his eyes. Your visage disappears, but that rusty mildew remains, cloying and beckoning.

And finally, a couple Pressure doodles (1st will be posted tomorrow, 2nd I’m gonna do some more editing because there’s quite a few spelling mistakes)

That’s about it. Apologies if the formatting is weird, posting from my phone :P

[just-horrible-things]

Are you open to new RP?

Good question, but I think the answer's not at the moment, I'm afraid, not with people I don't already know. RL is busy atm and I've got lots on my plate.

Get to know me and the equation might shift -- or I'll probably be less busy at some point down the line.

I am however definitely open to character questions, speculation, "what if" scenarios, and so forth Just the response schedule may or may not be erratic.

Thanks for asking!

[n0phis]

just discovered ur blog omg!!! i am so obsessed with your art style!!! do you do art trades??? and if so what rules/criteria do u have???? like do you only do human, does the person have to be a bigger blog, is there stuff you wont draw, stuff like that? sorry if im bugging u or anything :33333 i just love ur art!!!!!!!

AHHH i always love doing art trades but im pretty busy atm so i probably wont be able to commit super soon <3 maybe some super sketchy ones? with just sketches id be happy to do ocs or fandom, and i used to be a furry artist so 😎 love those nonhuman characters! i dont have ocs myself tho so id probably just ask for mcyt jevehvdhd

everyone is always welcome to ask, im naturally inclined to go with ppl ive spoken to before or know of but size doesnt matter!

no promises i got a lot on my plate but ty for asking m8! as always no shame in anyone shooting their shot even if they dont think itll work out, sometimes a req or art trade or oc just speaks to me so much i feel inclined towards it :)