#leave! my! station! alone! leave it alone!

[cryptwrites]

It started as a joke.

A few of us, sitting around a cheap card table in my crumbling apartment, brainstorming ways to pay rent without actually working. The scam was simple: create a fake religion, prey on the gullible, and rake in some easy cash.

We called it The Order of Cythra, a name pulled out of thin air by my roommate, Toby, who thought it sounded “cryptic and legit.” We scribbled down some nonsense about Cythra being the god of renewal and hidden wisdom, created a website, and bought some dollar-store candles for the “rituals.”

At first, it was harmless fun. A few Reddit posts here, some vague TikToks there, and suddenly we had people donating. Not much—just twenty bucks here and there—but enough to cover bills and groceries.

Then things got... strange.

It started with the emails. Testimonials flooded our inbox from people claiming Cythra had spoken to them in dreams. A woman wrote about how her chronic migraines disappeared after chanting one of our made-up prayers. Another claimed their barren garden had suddenly burst into bloom.

We laughed it off at first. Toby even joked that we should hire a PR agent.

But then the dreams started.

It was always the same. I stood in a vast, desolate wasteland beneath a broiling, blood-red sky. A towering figure loomed in the distance, its body shifting between forms—human, deer, shadow. Its voice echoed in my head, not in words, but in feelings: hunger, anger, and something worse.

One night, I woke up to find the word Cythra carved into my arm, not by my own hand but by something else. I confronted Toby and the others, but their faces were pale. They were worried, like I had done something to them.

We tried to shut it down. Deleted the website, pulled down the TikToks, and stopped all donations. But the followers didn’t go away. If anything, they grew more fervent. They showed up at my apartment, chanting in unison, their eyes glassy and strange. They called me High Priest.

Then the first miracle happened.

One of the followers, a man in his sixties, collapsed on my doorstep during one of their late-night vigils. His heart had stopped. I panicked and reached out to him instinctively, yelling for someone to call 911. The moment my hand touched his chest, I felt a searing heat shoot through my arm. His body jolted, and his eyes snapped open.

The followers fell to their knees.

I slammed the door, trembling, my palm still burning. When I looked, there was a black symbol etched into my skin—a sigil I’d never seen before but somehow understood.

Cythra was real.

The days that followed were a blur. The followers proclaimed me as their leader, and no matter how much I tried to resist, they wouldn’t leave me alone. More people came to me for healing, and each time, the sigil on my palm burned brighter. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it always worked. Broken bones knit together. Tumors withered away. One woman even claimed her blind son could see again.

But with every miracle, I felt a piece of myself slipping away.

The dreams became more vivid. Cythra spoke now, its voice a low rumble that made my teeth ache. It demanded more worshippers, more faith, more sacrifices.

One night, I woke to find Toby standing over my bed, a knife in his hand and a vacant look in his eyes. He muttered something about “offering blood to Cythra.” I fought him off, but he slit his own throat before I could stop him. The followers found his body the next morning and cheered.

They said his death would “bring Cythra fully into our world.”

I tried to run. Packed a bag and fled to the nearest bus station. But as soon as I stepped outside, I saw them— hundreds of followers, all chanting in unison, their faces lit by the flickering of candles. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur.

The ground beneath their feet began to crack.

The last thing I remember before everything went black was the sky splitting open, and a monstrous, shifting form descending from the heavens.

Now I sit on a blackened throne in a temple I never built, my body barely my own. The sigil on my palm has spread, covering my arms, chest, and face. I can no longer close my eyes without seeing its form, nor speak without its words spilling from my mouth like black, molded bile.

I am the High Priest of Cythra, a forgotten god reborn through my foolishness.

And I know, deep down, that when it is finished with this world, it will consume me too.

You started a scam religion for a quick buck. You begin to panic when your fake god was actually a real forgotten one awakened from new worshippers, declared you it's high priest, and granted you the power of healing.

[nuggets-small-corner]

Camp Counselor Choso who only got this job because his little brother wanted to go to this summer camp and Choso was too old to sign up. However, he wasn’t about to leave his little brother in the wilderness all alone, so he became a camp counselor. 

Camp Counselor Choso who got a chance to meet the nurse during the main tour and he was shocked to see such a pretty little thing like yourself in the middle of nowhere. The way you had on a red crop top with a pair of short blue jeans that hugged your thighs in a way that made his mouth salivate. 

Camp Counselor Choso who listens to you apologizes for your appearance and how you had to restock everything from the camp session and it gets hot. You even gave the sad news that you would dress more professionally once the kids were around.

Camp Counselor Choso tries his hardest to engrain the image of you reaching above to get a bottle of something and how all your plump flesh looks spreading out. 

Camp Counselor Choso who does actually manage to pay attention as you describe the different harms that are common at a summer camp and how to handle it. You also made sure to state that everyone should know how to get to the nurse station from whatever location they are at. 

Camp Counselor Choso who stiffened up when you looked over at him and he swore you stared into his eyes for 6 years while you talked, but it was actually 30 seconds. Once you stop going over the different ways to help a child appropriately to not cross any boundaries, but also being efficient, you point to him to give you a demonstration. 

You laid on the ground and complained about how your knee hurt and you think you twisted it. You looked up at him with a pout and your long eyelashes fluttering towards him. Camp Counselor Choso who realized at that exact moment that you had him wrapped around your finger without trying. 

Camp Counselor Choso who reaches down and puts one arm underneath your knee and the other behind your back before effortlessly picking you up. You didn’t seem to expect that as a cute little squeal came from your mouth. Choso was delighted to feel your arms wrap around his neck and your nails accidentally scratch him. He could feel the blush coming up neck at the sensation. 

Camp Counselor Choso is confused on why you start laughing at him. You simply explained that “while you are strong, extremely strong”, he didn’t miss the way your eyes looked up and down his arm muscle, “if a kid complains about their knee hurting, picking them up like this can put pressure on it.”

Camp Counselor Choso slowly puts you down as you try to explain to him how to properly handle the situation. Your solution was so much better. You grabbed his arm and put it around your waist. The warmth from your exposed skin felt amazingly under his finger tips. You leaned into him and lifted your other knee in front of you. 

Camp Counselor Choso got the gist of the training quite quickly, especially when you used him 3 other times to demonstrate something. He loved the feeling of your hands on him or you asking him to put his hands on you. 

Camp Counselor Choso who is sad that he didn’t see you for the next few days, only until the last two days did you show up. You appeared in the main cabin in the middle of a presentation. Your eyes looked around and Choso’s entire head was turned around to look at you. He felt like a dog who was finally getting to see his favorite toy again. 

Your eyes landed on Choso and a smile instantly came onto your face. You quickly walked over and sat down next to him. “There goes my favorite helper,” you whispered. Choso could only stare in excitement at the fact that you choose to sit next to him. “Did you miss me?”

Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes.

Camp Counselor Choso decided to respond with a small quiet laugh as he nodded. He wished he could say that every day he came to the main cabin and looked for you. He couldn’t say how after the full first day of you not coming in, he asked the trainers if you would no longer be participating. A member had explained to him that you had to review the medical history of the kids coming in and was going to be busy for most of it. He couldn’t explain how three days without you here made everything seem so dull. 

“I missed you too. It’s rare to see an alternative person out here in these woods. We typically get preppy people or weirdos,” you mumbled, leaning into his shoulder to talk. He could feel his brain short circuiting at the feeling of your soft body pressing against his. He couldn’t help taking a deeper breath and you smelled just as good as he remembered. He hopes your scent rubs off on his shirt so he can continue to smell you.

Camp Counselor Choso who realizes that he may be one of the weirdos.

Camp Counselor Choso and you become almost inseparable the rest of the training. During the third tour of the different places, you guys walked side by side as you told him about the different medicals you got from different spots. When lunch came, you took him to the lake to tell him about the best places to take the kids to see the most fishes. Then for the last day, you actually gave him a hug and told him you’ll definitely be seeing him soon. 

Camp Counselor Choso who is confused why someone is knocking at his cabin door so late at night. He ignored his bunkmates who told him to ignore it, but something in his gut told him to answer. He opened the door to see you standing there in an oversized shirt that fell off your shoulder and a pair of night pants. 

Camp Counselor Choso doesn’t even get to question you as you put a finger to his lips to shush him and reach for his hand. He lets you drag him away from the cabin into the woods. It was only 3 minutes into the silent walk that Choso realized that he didn’t know where he’s going and that all it took to get him into the woods alone was a pretty person grabbing his hand. 

You stopped moving once you reached a clearing that had a small pond in the center. “I thought you would like this, Choso.” He couldn’t believe his eyes as the field seemed to be alive as fireflies danced all around in the grass. The pond reflected the moonlight giving everything a serenity vibe. 

“It’s… wow,” is all Camp Counselor Choso manages to get out of his mouth. He looked back at you to see that you were already staring at him. The pale moonlight made you look heavenly. A small smile came to your lips as you silently clapped, seemingly pleased that he liked it. 

“Would you think I’m a weirdo if I wanted to kiss you right now?” 

You stopped moving as you looked up at him. He watched as you took a step towards him until only a breath of air stood between you. “Would I be a weirdo if I wanted you to?”

Camp Counselor Choso who didn’t waste another moment. His hand reached towards your face to gently hold your face as he leaned in towards you. He gave the smallest peck, almost as if hesitant. You let out a pleased hum and that was the greenlight. His lips pressed firmly against yours as if trying to mold himself into you. 

Camp Counselor Choso who couldn’t get enough of you. You broke away to gasp for air, but he still needed you. His lisp trailed down your face until he settled on your neck. A groan left his lip as your scent flooded his mind and clouded everything. He used his hand to lean your neck further to the side to give himself more access. The groan that left your lip would be playing in his mind forever. 

Camp Counselor Choso who realized that he was thoroughly wrapped around your finger, especially when you make the sweetest sounds under his hand. 

Camp Counselor Choso who the next day is staring down at his little brother, tired beyond belief from the lack of sleep. He felt bad that he completely forgot the main reason he joined this camp. Although, looking over to see the nurse meeting parents with a turtleneck and a limp made him see a very good second reason to keep coming back. 

[kcalsforhim]

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ tuesday 7 jan 2025

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i woke up yesterday same as i am this morning, way too early and sleep rlly does help. i got ready and i applied some normal makeup and comfortable clothes. i had a monster to start my day !

monster energy zero sugar strawberry dreams 500 ml — 11 cal

i went to college feeling meh pretty ok, i was drawing water in the train again… i had to get out 1 stop before my stop to go to a different train so i went there and then went to my stop. from there i had to walk a while extra cause i had to go to the otherrrrr school building which is fine

so i went there and i was one of the first, way too early to be there… during my entire day i spent it drawing

3 zero sugar energy drinks 250 ml - 1 cal

2 coca cola light 250 ml - 1 cal

by the end of drinking all these energy drinks i felt so shaaaakyyyyy.. haku did my nails with gel polish ! it was his first time doing something like that but he said he wants to practice more on me !

after this we walked from the second school building to the train station which went just about fine. i had a nice conversation with him about a variation of things then he hugged me goodbye when i had to go

when walking home i took a detour to the mc donald’s to use their free restroom… everyone looked at me weird going into the male bathroom but can u actually leave me alone. actually even just going in there without ordering smth people stare at u with glassy eyes.. wtf. anyway i left not needing anything bcs that’s the LAST thing id break my fast with rn

i walked home and 3/4 in i started getting so nauseously sick like oh my god i had to slow down walking and take deep breaths and just breathe bcs for a sec it was getting to me but i still just kept walking and got home. when i got home my mom asked if i was hungry and i said not really

i told her i had a chocolate croissant and a large boba about an hour ago and that i felt sickly and she said “maybe the boba wasn’t fresh ?” with this concerned look. i said i just wanted some vegetables and luckily she randomly made me green beans which i took

i went upstairs not grabbing anything but i told her id likely crave it by the morning or id maybe have it later that night if i wanted it

green beans 213g — 70 cal

perfection bar crunchy chocolate cookie flavour 60g — 219 cal

i was not pleased eating this today… i don’t really know i just didn’t want to eat this ??? what i wanted was moms burrito but obviously we weren’t gonna do that so i just didn’t feel like it ? halfway through my meal i stopped for like 5 mins i just was not pleased sigh

the bar had this interesting dense texture with a sort of dense cookie doughy inside and i liked the crunchy toppings ? it also smelled very good it was actually decently tasty for a protein bar

after finishing it i did want to eat other food but i also can’t stop thinking about the weight i’ll be losing if i just keep trying. i just went to go draw and at 10 pm i took my sleeping medication. by 11:30 pm i finished my drawing and me and eli stared at it for way too long. i started feeling fatigued and tired and i got a little anxious but i told myself i just needed some rest and id feel better in the morning…

cool song i found on tiktok the creator said it was made to be purposely bad but it has a consistent bpm soooo i kinda like it somewhat

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ stats for today

cals : 302

streak : 2 days ? i don’t remember

steps : 16.8 k

tired exhausted not craving food but then again also craving it.. when it gets hard i just kind of push through telling myself to just be a man and suck it up and complete the damn challenge so i can lose the damn weight.. the steps r good tho !

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[andromeda3116]

ooooooooh boy oh boy ohhhh no

one of the clerks at the lab took it upon herself to organize our team's entire area including everyone's stations without consulting any of us and rearranged all of our shit and when i tell you that my blood pressure went through the fucking roof i am not exaggerating like

do

not

touch

my

shit

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i think that in small tightknit communities, all residents should receive a coupon book on their bday that allows them to commit [x] number of nonviolent crimes per year

[daddy-ul]

AWMH4 - Orion

[ghostorbz]

I did not want to do a background bruh

I forgot to show the sketch!!

[montygatorguy]

currently working on revival electra backstory for fun

[m0e-ru]

bro thats a gas station attendant where else would he be

[strawberry-cowmilk]

I almost missed a mandatory class today because a kitten kept following me and I was scared it was gonna follow me into the train

[sparkly-skies]

Hello Joker Our people, do you remember how long the concerts were up until now incl. the opening bands? Munich starts at 20:30 and I have doubts about if I'll manage to catch the last connection home at 23:15 or should rather find somewhere to sleep there

[alteregozowie]

"What we aren't doing, is calling Sinsmas fucking Lucifer Day."

[adoribullpavus]

Out of all the characters on s19 jack is ur favourite? That guy literally ruins everything then doesnt even apologise then swoops in and gets given something heroic to do to redeem himself and everything just blows over. He's ruined multiple relationships and friendships bc he couldn't keep it in his pants and he could've ruined the team about 4 separate times aswell it's a good job they all have a strong enough bond to get through. But that guy is constantly gets all up in everyones business and makes it about himself with his poor little me act as if no one else has trauma. Not to mention he never learns from his mistakes despite having 2 storylines ending with him getting therepy and most of the others who desperately need some dont even get sl ending in 1 session. Also that actor's acting is terrible his weird twitching and hand movements are so distracting and his emotional scenes he cheats bc he doesnt cry tears he just covers his face.

you're a maya stan aren't you

[upperranktwo]

I refuse to serve any customers today!!!! I am running on 2 hours sleep, I'm exhausted and everyone is testing my patience today 😭 last thing I need is someone yapping at me about literally anything

[alkeneater]

how my transphobic parents felt when they gifted me a pack of girly underwear when i specifically asked them just to buy some boxers

[sab-teraa]

lol over the fact that my parents were worried about locals harassing me for being a poc foreigner (stereotype bc of the news) ... only for my own kind (aka some d esi men) to be the one to do so (well, not for being a poc foreigner, but for being a woman or in their eyes ... a sexual object ) Disappointed but not surprised! they are never beating the allegations i fear