#kindless

[chaosthrive]

‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@aboutpower, for sami.

How much longer could Becky pick at her nails? Find the dead ends of her hair and split them? Focus her attention at a speck on the ground that would refuse to budge? Minutes, hours... Probably days if she wanted. Distractions weren’t coming like she hoped that they would have. Phone checked over and over, both hoping for there to be an unopened message and nothing at all. This was ridiculous. She was being ridiculous. 

Staring at her phone for… longer than what she’d like to have admitted, Becky pulled up his contact number. Stared at the last set of messages. You should come. Becky’s throat grew dry, her hands sweaty. Memories of that night flooded through every inch of her, seeped down through her pores to her bloodstream to… — Get it together, Becky.

contact: sami zayn.

[ sms, delivered ]:   hey! [ sms, delivered ]:   i missed you today [ sms, delivered ]:   like missed you backstage not miss you miss you 

She wanted to slam her phone into the concrete floor, hope that it created a crater big enough that the world would open up and swallow her whole. 

[ sms, delivered ]:   you eaten yet?

[velvetearthart]

"Bumblebee Kind" by Velvet Earth on INPRNT

[lookinghalfacorpse]

HOW ARE YOU DOING EVIL BOOPS

[eldritch-spouse]

At first, Belo believed his Goddess was just really affectionate physically. She frequently cuddled up to him, burying her face in his chest, or absentmindedly stroking whatever area of his body wasn't covering his soft fur, sighing happily as her hand moved. However, every time she's had a friend over, they'd hug briefly, then… hang out on opposite ends of the couch. Between the short greeting hugs, there was little to no physical contact.

…Does his Goddess only enjoy touching… him?

(while not exactly touch-averse, the Goddess in question just generally prefers to have her own space and tends to show affection in different ways. excluding Belo, obviously. his fur is so SOFT and COMFORTING to touch, it feels like her heart will explode from PURE JOY)

[Adorable! I like this. Fem reader.]

He's always thought he was unworthy of such attention.

Powers like him are only meant to guard and fight for their Lords and Ladies. It's not even their job to worship, not to the extent of other casts, but Belo still likes to think he can perform decently in that field... His kind isn't meant to be showered in attention and rewards, they're taught not to expect such for simply executing their duties.

Yet, since shortly after Belo found his place at your service, you've done nothing if not treat him with endless kindless, endless love.

Part of him had wanted to caution you that touching him is beneath your status. That he didn't deserve it.

Hardly ever would those words manifest, because Belo simply couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. He'd hate himself if he said something that made you truly not touch him anymore.

He's always wondered why you did it.

There's no doubt you enjoy the feeling of his fur. He's memorized the way you like to lace your fingers on the tufts that warm his chest, the way you'll slide from the top of his wings to his arms, leaning onto him just so you can feel more of it. Belo often forgets he tends to lean during those encounters, chases after the hand that pets him, forgetting who he's meant to be and who he's in front of. There's no way to describe the way his heart hammers behind his ribcage, how his eyes will flicker everywhere and he tenses all over -Puffing out that fur you seem to love- before he's floating in his own Eden.

Do you like to touch Belo simply because he's, as you put it, "fluffy"? Do you enjoy touching him because you seek to reward him? Do you touch him because you think he should be the only one who gets to receive that privilege?

Selfishly, he silently wishes you'd touch him more. Many, unfortunately, were the times Belo would get distracted throughout the day, daydreaming of you running your hands all over him, unhindered by his outfit, feeling everything everywhere just because you could, because he's your angel and his body is also yours to keep, to order. The blood in his body would rush elsewhere and the celestial would curve to hide his own shame, even as it continued to throb and demand attention until he succumbed.

Pervertedly, Belo did such an experiment once. He dressed casually. It felt wrong, felt inappropriate to present in such a relaxed manner around the most important figure in his life... But you had expressed delight in his supposed drive to adapt a little bit more, so the guilt was ever so slightly lessened.

That day, there was hardly a limit to your boldness. He remembers you embracing him from behind, arms coming forward to squeeze at his chest and rubbing the soft clumps over his abdomen. The knee-length sports shorts he picked were pushed down slightly. Belo had done it on purpose, and it yielded results. You had, perhaps in distraction, perhaps knowingly, massaged the fur-dense spot right above his slit. The angel couldn't breathe in that moment, he feared he might even collapse if your digits wondered just a tiny bit further. He knew that he would react shamefully but the notion wasn't strong enough to make him prevent such.

He was ready to be punished, if it meant having this small guilty pleasure.

Your phone, that blasted electrical contraption that you love so dearly, rang so jarringly loud in that exact moment that Belo nearly yelped. Your hands were off his overheated body in a blink, and the interaction ceased there, with his Lady none the wiser to the state she left him in.

He could barely feel a shred of indignity for the way disappointment radiated off him in thick waves.

Belo hasn't had the courage to try that again, though it's more than safe to say the memory is engraved in the forefront of his mind.

It got him to... Think about you.

Your actions, your behavior around others.

It's not often you allow people into your sanctuary anymore. Belo insists that you shouldn't invite those beneath you into such close quarters. This ground is pure and protected for the sake of your well-being, to allow ignorant outsiders to disrespect and desecrate this location is an act of self-harm the power will simply not stand by!

Yet still, his Lady's word is final on a lot of matters. There is faith in some people, who you see as good and deserving of your holy presence. The celestial sees naught but lessers in delusion of your supposed "normalcy", but if you believe these individuals are somewhat excusable, then he'll try to see things through your eyes.

You've always tended to keep your distance from them. Not emotionally, physically. This was something Belo was initially quite relieved by, he didn't have to warn you not to put yourself in such unsightly positions. Just the thought made him itch in an unnatural way...

Now though, he wonders why, if you're aware of the distance you should keep from others, you still choose to touch him frequently? Belo is still beneath the honor of such, yet never once do you hold the hands of the people you invite, refuse their embraces, look uncomfortable at the slightest unintentional brush... In contrast, you appear to be greatly comforted by the sensation of his physique.

He freezes, mind running so wild with possibilities that the angel's fingers tremble.

You have clearly made a choice.

There's no one you'd ever like to touch, except Belo.

In your eyes, in your actions, in your mind, he's the only one worthy enough.

He's the only one who can reach your standards!

You only need contact from him.

Belo understands now.

He feels his chest tighten with delight, feels weightless for a second, the rush of euphoria clawing its way up his spine makes his wings flutter and he emits some sort of noise entirely undignified of his cast.

He remained in a state of barely concealed hysteria until you arrived home that day.

For once in his life, he commits something unthinkable.

" Welcome back, my Lady. "

He greets when you step through the door. Instead of standing by your side as he typically does, the angel crowds you, ruffled and tense. You don't get to answer before Belo summons the courage to reach out, to ghost his hands across your soft face and ever so gently, so carefully -like you'd shun him forever otherwise- embrace you in a comforting hug.

He feels as if he broke a thousand rules in one moment alone, but it was worth it.

Because he felt you smile against him.

[dazedspiralslut]

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And you wonder what (and where) this "Creque Alley" is

CHARLOTTE AMALIE, ST. THOMAS, UNITED STATES VIRGIN ISLANDS: If there's one thing striking visitors to the US Virgin Islands (itself a former Danish territory purchased by the United States in 1917 for mainly strategic regions vis-a-vis the northern gateway to the Panama Canal) on first sight ... it's that traffic moves to the left, after the Anglo-Japanese fashion essentially. Carryover, for the most part, from Danish colonial rule, and the only example of this in the United States.

But what was intriguing our diving party on arrival in the Virgin Islands' capital and principal island was a back alley known as "Creque Alley," as immortalised by The Mamas and Papas back in 1967, don't you know. Which, it turns out, was where the New Journeymen, a folk-pop band which included the nucleus of what would become The Mamas and Papas, wound up performing at, and through the kindless of a local boarding house owner in that part of Charlotte Amalie, manage to hold out for awhile when, short on cash, they had to rely on American Express cards to get by until local authorities got nervous about vagrancy.

Still, it got to be rather intriguing trying to go through the harbour area of Charlotte Amalie--which still has considerable Nordic influence going back to its Danish colonial period--trying to locale Creque Alley without going insane to forget the prospect of some serious diving experiences in the Virgin Islands after quite the while in the Bahamas.

"But at any rate," Mildew Wolf was overheard to remark, "doesn't this Creque Alley sound a little bit on the creepy side?" Typically snarky humour from such a sea wolf like Mildew, bound to get a laugh more than anything--even if the whole was before a campy-looking bar just off the Rue de Chez Rubin in Charlotte Amalie's harbour area close to its French Quarter. Not quite in the New Orleans stylee, but bound to have its own charms for dinner, though Peter Potamus was rather cautious in advising us not to overdo it on even the local rum.

And not just dinner: Some of the wait staff also had some acquaintenance with the dive scene in the Virgin Islands, and were in conversation about some of the possibilities to be had. Even if they were stunned initially at who we are, or even the fact of our arriving on a repurposed flying galleon. And the way Peter Potamus noted some of the suggestions, you had to wonder whether we could actually get through them all ... even if it included certain underwater trails in Virgin Islands National Park, which dominates much of St. John island--but that's for an upcoming episode.

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[chaosthrive]

@aboutpower x

winning was supposed to feel good.  that was how he’d remembered it feeling, anyway, back when the audience of thousands had merely been a small hundred.  nxt’s stomping grounds that, while small, offered the closest to a fair chance as anyone could get these days.  back then, winning felt like the opposite of whatever this new emptiness in the pit of his stomach was.  what spoke of a hunger that reached beyond the literal sense of the word and made worse the aches in his body.  old injuries, treated and retreated, that always found their way back to him — nagged at his shoulders until the threat of more months on the bench encouraged a coin toss between a doctor’s visit and a hot shower.

but before sami’d even breezed over the decision, paige’s voice broke across the silence.  a quiet he’d craved, after that fight, but was happy to let go of in favour of her company.  even if she didn’t plan on staying long.

he nodded, a budding smile arriving to help soften otherwise tired features.   “ uh, yeah.  think so.  unless they’ve got an ambush planned. ”   history ought to’ve taught him not to joke about things like that with the current management.  corrupt to their core, they’d built their entire enterprise on making fools of select employees.  and if he didn’t fit the bill for that..   “ i was gonna grab a shower.  head off afterwards.  why?  you looking for company? ”

Something inside of her ached at how easy this was. That the air that lingered around them seemed to be easier to breathe in. That she could still remember how every flicker of colour in his eyes changed depending on the light. Ached at how easy it was to fall back into old habits with him. Paige had gotten so used to the ache and emptiness within her chest that it had soon become her new normal, accepted the pain she thought that she deserved. No, that she did deserve. That pain had become so normal until now, until he was here and for a moment it felt like nothing had changed. It was all too easy.

Her laugh echoed between them as he mentioned the threat of an ambush, knowing he had been on the receiving end of a few of those, and her being the hand to deliver them. Both to him and others. Too many others. “I mean you can never put it past ‘em.” Her laugh, however, was hollow. Bordered on awkward as the memories of betrayals now lay before them, she always had a nasty habit of digging her own grave deeper and deeper.

But the weight that lifted off of her chest at his last words, the blush that raised under her skin and caused her cheeks to turn to a deepish red was utterly undeniable. “Me?” The word had left her before she had time to process a response. Of course he meant her. Sami never failed to turn her into… something else. Something better and softer and… kind. It was all too easy. “I mean i’m not lookin’ for it specifically but... have you eaten yet? I guess you just wrestled so probably not. Sorry. If you wanted to get somethin' then i guess.... s'up to you?” Why couldn't the earth open up and swallow her whole?

[mod-makoto-yuki]

Mod challenge: Oc Inspired

Hello everyone mod Makoto yuki here and welcome to a another mod challenge this one is Oc inspired what inspired you to make your oc and why those characters I decided give you a example with my Danganronpa oc’s who are both protagonists in my upcoming fangan and this is your option to have a go at this.

You can give your opinions on my oc’s as well.

My reasons why I did this

For Ark ouma I chose Shuichi and kokichi and Chiaki because I wanted to make him relatable Ark hates lying 🤥 he rather tell the truth and since of his kind and honest nature to him who is also playful and little bit mischievous and isn’t afraid of lying but he rather not use it and he isn’t afraid of being the detective after hanging around with Jason Aoki and Isabella.

Shuichi - (Analytical prowess) and (Honestly)

Chiaki - (Laid back charm) and (Kindless)

Kokichi - (Surname) and ( mischievous) and (Playful)

For Jason Aoki - I chose Rantaro and Kaito due to how mysterious they can be and it will be a fun experience to have this kind of investgator solving cases with Ark and Isabella.

Rantaro -mysterious

Kaito - laid back personality

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[mysteriawrites]

Hello! Just writing up my info for the trade! If you have any questions please message me and lmk!!

Name: Mochi

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual

Zodiac: Libra

MBTI: INFP

Likes: walks, open communication, honesty, arts and also crafts, video games, board games, buying my partner gifts

Dislikes: loud noises, two-faced people, cooking, cleaning

Personality: Very bubbly sweet and friendly but a little shy and awkward it takes me awhile to be my usual weird and quirky self around others. It's very important to me to surround myself with open minded, honest, and accountable people who I can be myself around without judegement. I have a great sense of humor, but outside of jokes I can be sensitive and emotional - sometimes a little emotionally volatile. Very playful otherwise and generally jovial, I try to treat others with kindless and respect but I'm always down for playful teasing. I'm bad at expressing my emotions the first time and often need a little prodding, but in turn I'm a great listener and very perceptive when others are feeling off. I'm very intelligent and a deep thinker and love philosophy and hypothetical thinking. I do love to go for walks but I'm mostly and indoorsy homebody, and most of my hobbies and interests are best pursued from indoor spaces. I'm a big nerd too interest wise! I believe I need someone fun, but stable and secure in a way that grounds me.

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TYSM for trading with me!!!

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We Interupt your regularly scheduled program for.......A MATCHUP TRADE WITH @misssakuramochi!!!!!!!!

Hello Hello thx for trading with me here is your matchup...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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MARCH 7TH!!!

(It took forever to decide if I should go pink and blue or just pink, but it wouldn't quite be March if I just did one or the other.)

You and March are a match made in heaven (or whatever higher power you do or don’t believe on I guess). You two have so much in common you get to talk for hours about the most random things. You’re the best of friends…and maybe more.

When you first arrived on the express you were a bit shy, but March was so enamored with you on day one. She would talk your ear off about all the planets she visited and all the things she’s seen on her adventures. It didn’t take long for you to open up to her warm personality.

From that point on you were thicker then thieves. Taking in the sights of each new planet, going shopping, trying the food, (giving Dan Heng a hard time) and more. March took so many photos of you guys she’s currently on her 5th scrapbook (we all know this girl scrapbooks i mean come on)

You two have had countless sleepovers in either on of your rooms. Eating snacks, pillow fights, watching movies, and sharing secrets. One sleepover you guys were talking about romance. I think you can see where I’m going with this.

You were talking about what kind of people you were into and if either of you had gained a crush over your travels. She told you about all the boys and girls she thought were attractive and would have a crush on them for awhile, but sadly had to leave them. She doesn’t regret it however as she sees romance as part of the adventure even the heart break.

When she turned to ask you, you replied that you hadn’t really thought about it. You said that if you were to like anyone that they would have to have a fun personality but be grounded as well when needed. The conversation ended after that, but the more you thought it the more you realized that a lot of the qualities you were into…matched March. Normally you guys share a bed and sleep just fine during your sleep overs, but that night you couldn’t sleep a wink.

A few weeks later when you reached your next destination, you had finally gained the confidence to ask March to be your girlfriend (with a bit of a blunt nudge from Dan Heng). You 3 did your usual exploring and emersion, when you decided now was a good time to ask her. When you saw an unusual sight…March was hugging another girl and blushing.

Your heart was shattered. You solemnly walked back to the train. Back on the train you ran into Himeko, she took one look at your crestfallen face and immediately knew something happened. You asked her what do you do when the person you love falls in love with someone else. She said that if you love something let them go. So that what you did.

Over the next few weeks you distanced yourself from March. She was confused, but took Dan Heng’s advice when he said you needed space for awhile. And that’s how things stayed for awhile, until March was injured in a fight against the Stelleron Hunters.

You stayed in the infirmary day and night. March was stable, but know one knew when she would wake up. While waiting for her to wake up you talked to her every single day hoping she could hear you. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. You were starting to lose hope.

One day you came and sat next to march as usual. After talking to her for awhile your voice started to fade. You told her how you weren’t sure when she’d wake up, how you wish you’d told her your feelings earlier even if she didn’t reciprocate, and how you were sorry you couldn’t protect her.

At that moment, you felt a cold hand on yours, you turned you head and saw a very much awake March smiling brightly. She said she loved you too. You were confused and in shock. Turns out March had woken up sometime in the night before, but didn’t want to alert anyone besides Himeko and welt (aka the author thinks someone being coherent enough to tell you they love you after waking up from a fucking coma makes no sense).

After being relieved she was awake and healthy, you asked her about her crush on that girl on (insert planet here). Apparently she was an old friend of March and was giving her advice on how to ask out her real crush: you. After that confirmation you asked if you could kiss her. She said yes.

After that you were closer then ever. Thr sugar sweet love birds of the Astral Express Crew. Always going on adventures, having fun, with a little flirting and kissing thrown in (Dan Heng said you two were more insufferable now but he actually thinks you guys are really cute). You two end up getting married and settling down after your last adventure to start a new one: the adventure of love.

Woo another doozy. Well I hope you like it anyways thx for doing this trade with me.

[apoliag7-89]

Why so general Regression By luck in feelings belongs to the road to change in never kindless.

Easy acknowledged to know exactly who you will be, not once for a moment not.

All now and then is that for me with mine who will it be.

Love is praising thing we told whom Together and our time to love ourself.

1 corinthians 13:4-8

god is love

[libidomechanica]

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[tielt]

on an abstract flail lately, some kindless vitriol, people who done me tryna glorp me and getting high off taser-fire unloading abrasively in a grip slide forcefully admitting to repressed rage, don’t light and sparky on mute goes into the depths without incompleteness

[dragonboots]

I have come to the conclusion that the sun is not essential to life. I want it gone. Im going to die it is so warm i must shed my skin to endure this blaze. Apollo is cruel and kindless, for i know i am not a perfectly innocent man but sure torture as this does not befit even the direst of villains.

To summarise, its fuckin warm today.

[jackntrade]

It's the little acts of kindless and love that drive the darkness away.

There is hope. I promise. Young people just won their case against the state of Montana. Ecuadoreans braved escalating political violence to vote against oil drilling in the Amazon. Brazilian deforestation is down by enormous amounts since Lula took office. They’ve invented hydropanels that synthesise pure water from the air. People are farming in solar parks. A ship just launched for its maiden voyage using rigid sails designed to mimic wind turbine blades. EV sales are taking off, and, more crucially, cities are re-assessing their very relationship with the car. By the 2024 Olympics the river Seine will be safe for people to swim in again. More and more people are replacing their gas boilers with heat pumps. Solarpunks are growing crops in their back garden and distributing them to their neighbours. Great tracts of land are being given back to nature. Young people are channelling their energies into meaningful careers. Pilots are leaving the aviation industry. Yes, the world is dark and terrible and full of awful dangers that keep you up at night, but we are a huge movement that grows every day in numbers and power. Your small actions matter. Our collective triumphs are increasing. Things are going to get harder, extreme weather will be more common, but with ingenuity, resilience and crucially, COMMUNITY, we can build an equitable world on this strange, tired old planet. See you in the future.

[venacesaur]

wow… op is such a bloody, bawdy villain 🙄 op literally exposed xemself as a remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain, but go off i guess…

sorry i can't take insults from a guy who looks like this

[vinnsfx]

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