#nasty suicide moodboard

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Day 14:  Nasty S(u)icide intersex pride

Disclaimer : This is just for fun, most of the moodboards have been chosen randomly. I don’t intend to force any sexuality/ gender on anyone neither I want to speculate or offend. Take it as it is : a fun way to celebrate pride <3  

[ccwpidsblog]

hi bb we're literally on the phone rn but im thinking about reader and how disappointed she'd be when her and the guys get to the base in London 😔

where are the trees? and the caves? where are the wandering tourists she can feast on? she's been happily eating exotic fruits on her island in brazil for decades and now shes forced to help these big nasty mortal brutes on their suicide missions. omg she's so so upset with her situation and hates that shes a woman of her word.

and to make it worse?? price won't even let her eat the new recruits or the men they hold hostage :((( not even a nibble. he's such a mean old man :(( like hows a girl supposed to get some nutrients around here? it's okay she might just eat johnny one day :)

i also made a moodboard?? for xoana cus she's one of my favorite ocs you've made. love you byeee

omg guys i have the best partner everrrr 🥹🥹

read wild woman for context

she is highly disappointed with the living conditions of the base. its smelly, loud, and unfortunately littered with men who are very interested in 141s newest member. thankfully the reader has very weird and off putting energy in like a sexy way ofc that causes them not to approach and those that do are quickly sent away with their tail between their legs when her eyes slit and she snarls at them like a caged animal. which price or kyle quickly show their disappointment in her behavior leaving her huffy. johnny and simon will it wholeheartedly encourage it though.

i can just imagine ghost taking her by the back of the neck like a scolded kitten when he catches her luring in a new recruit. just as shes about to take a bite he swooping in "we told you no eating." carrying her away while she snarls and curses.

on the topic of food she's not impressed by it but she does get free rain missions, killing as many as she can and making their jobs easier and she does get hostages sometimes. only the ones that choose to be extra difficult.

and poor johnny he knows no peace with her around but he doesn't wanna be saved.

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

Bands & Decades! 🕰

Nasty Suicide + 80s! ✨

Travel Through Time!

[whisperess33]

Moodboard Ask #14

Hiiii @thespacecowboyyy here's your Nasty Suicide moodboard, with an ocean/modern!Poseidon theme 🌊😘

Hope you like it 😄

As usual, if you like this moodboard and want me to make one just for you, don't hesitate, my askbox is open ❤🤘

[fan-with-issues]

@thespacecowboyyy Christmas Hanoi Rocks Moodboard~

[prolix-yuy]

hi hi lj! congrats again on your follower count 💖🎊 for your celebration i'd love to see you write ezra x reader with the theme of immortality ��👀👀👀

Lissie my love! Thank you for always being such a ray of sunshine on this site, and for all of your wonderful encouragement. This one got very introspective, but also allowed me to explore Ezra's voice in another unique way.

In Print

Pairing: Ezra & GN!Reader, no specific pairing

Summary: A book found on the Green tells you a story of a man fighting for his life.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: T, angst, mentions of contemplating suicide, a tiny little bit of flirting if you squint. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: What better way to be immortalized than in writing? I think Ezra would agree. There isn't a true pairing, but I've written this with a F!Reader perspective.

It's funny, just as I'm posting this today another layer of meaning came to light, and it really resonated with me. So to all of my lovelies - the things you do matter. The journeys you go on, and the things that make you happy all matter. Even if you fail, or things change, that doesn't lessen their importance. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.

Edit: my beloved @beecastle shared this absolutely stunning moodboard for this story, and I need everyone to see it and send her love for being amazing.

The books are almost unrecognizable, a thick layer of dust covering the red and black covers. You plucked them from the soft folds of the rotting bed, turning one, then the other over in your hands as silt poured from thin leaves. Opening to the first page of the red one, you’re met with scrawling letters, not typed.

“Time to head back,” your colleague says as he pokes his head past the sagging tent frame. You nod and slip the books into hazmat bags, sealing them for decontamination. “Anything useful?” he asks as you tuck them away.

“Maybe some diaries. Could give insight, but not much else,” you say, lifting from your knees and dusting off. 

“Silky,” he replies, hitching his pack further up on his shoulder. “Let’s head back for decon. I don’t like this nasty on me, even if we are sealed.” You nod and follow, the infamous dust that plagues the Green floating by your ankles with each step. A deadly planet now stripped of its riches. Prospectors had made the dangerous journey for years, but since ships stopped coming out this way it had been quiet. That is, until word of the Queen’s Lair perked the ears of mining companies and a few quiet trips strip-mined the planet of any remaining aurelac. 

Your party was not of that same mind. The Green has many fascinating properties, the greatest being the creation of aurelac, but the second being the dust that fills the atmosphere. You’d seen something similar - another spore-based aerial pathogen on Rekun - be used to administer widespread antivirals. Your proposal to the university - an expedition to study the dust - was swept under more lucrative applications. So instead, you took the last of your grant money and shopped for safe passage for you and a small crew.

Not many ships were keen to return to the Green, far out of their way now that the aurelac trade was depleted. It was a lucky break, a letter that captured the attention of a wealthy benefactor with a mysterious fortune, that finally gave you a chance. A single trip, leaving shockingly soon, with enough seats and cargo space for your group of five. A single request attached: the benefactor did not wish to be involved, or mentioned in your research. Their original trip was meant to be done quietly. Your presence would now act as a cover, and you were not one to argue with the fortune being bestowed.

There was a small crew to greet you, and as you expected, no sign of your savior. Instead you were tasked with a long journey in tight quarters, the two crews amicable but mostly keeping to themselves. Your mind was preoccupied with the steps you now took, the possibilities that your studies might bring.

Taking wide strides across the mossy landscape, the book beats a quiet song against your thigh.

It isn’t until late in the evening that you get a chance to peruse the books. Semi-porous materials like leather and paper take extra care for cleaning, and you had to decontaminate each individual page before you could bring it into your small tent. Starting with the red-covered one, you caught words and loops of the pen as you carefully cleaned and irradiated each leaf. Finally, you held a handful of pages. The cover wasn’t salvageable.

Mornings came early and brutal on the Green, and you rarely stayed up late, but tonight you save a half hour to peruse the first entry. Leaning back in your desk chair, you hold the pages between gloved hands.

“Writing was never my strong suit. I prefer the company of words from other minds than my own. But I’ll admit that my time on the Green has become lonesome, and the words that once imparted comfort have become dull and irksome. So I am driven to create new prose of my own, if only to occupy my mind in the quiet moments between harvesting and sleep. 

It has been three weeks since my crew abandoned me to my fate.”

Your lips part, reading through the account of a disagreement, deadly in its outcome, and the writer’s exile as his crew left him to die on the uninhabitable planet. There is certainly some omission and hyperbole; you can’t imagine that a simple disagreement would cause metal to fly so carelessly. The narrator may be your only glimpse in, but you’ve always had a keen eye for analyzing texts. You can spot a lie sprawled in ink.

“Now I must travel, a spiral of despair from my camp as I search for other prospectors to come to my aid. I may be in luck soon enough. A brute of a suit lumbered just past my reach, and should I come across him again tomorrow we shall forge an alliance. My filter is close to the end, and while I have not fallen ill yet I can feel the deep wheeze of a cough at the bottom of my lungs. If nothing more, I may be offered the element of surprise and a filter of my own.”

The entry ends there, a cool blade dragging down your spine. A glimpse into the Green indeed. This writer knew how to survive on the planet, by any means possible.

The next night you indulge in another entry, and another the following eve. Your days are long and arduous, collecting samples and testing them in the medical tent. Work proves fruitless so far, the dust only existing as a pathogen deadly to the human form. A protection for this planet. The nights, however, are spent with a man you only know through his own view.

“I dare say, Number 2 might be the most pleasant partner I have had in ages. Doesn’t talk much, but then again I have always been told I am the loquacious one. And he has not tried to slaughter me in my sleep yet, so I would call this a success.”

“One deposit found. Another small harvest. Enough to get me off this Kevva-damned planet should I ever find a ship to take me.”

The despair starts to creep in after a week of entries.

“Caught a whisper of a transmission from a sling freighter. There’s only one more ship coming this way. Narrow window. Then nothing more.”

That’s the entire entry, and you have to flip to the next page for a continuation.

“I watch the sky for my salvation.”

The entries get longer and more introspective.

“I’m glad my brother is not here to witness my descent into despair. Not that he would have kind words or gentle reassurances. I do not believe he would hold out the same as I. But to have a friend at the end would be a kindness. I wish I could explain what drives me to stand every day as the freighter draws nearer. If I had any sense I would put a bolt in my brain and end my suffering. But something pulls at me to remain. I do not know what.”

“Number 2 has still said nothing. Does he understand the grave we both stand in? I asked if he had a ship and by the slap of his two hands together I came to understand that he was no better off than I. The window is closing, a steady squeak of hinges until I can no longer guess at my fate. My tiniest hope is for one last fool to come this way searching for glory. May he be plodding and unobservant. Weak. May he go quietly. I will use my teeth if need be. I will not die on this Kevva-forsaken planet.”

You stop watching the clock most evenings, finishing your work as quickly as possible to take more time with the diary. The mission is turning on you, annoyances at each other and the lack of anything useful making tempers short. Someone on your benefactor’s crew suggests selling the dust as a bioweapon. Your colleague splits the man’s lip with barely-contained rage. His wife died from the inside out in the Terran wars. The rustle of your pages was all you could hear for the remainder of the night.

Your window is also closing, solar storms making the timeline more condensed than you hoped. There is no word if the mission your benefactor is on is progressing. You’ve seen him a handful of times, walking alone from the shuttle into the Green.

“He doesn’t take security?” you ask one of his crew, who spend most days playing cards and patrolling for threats. The split-lip one shakes his head.

“Says it’s a mission only he can complete.”

Your nights have become more restless, despair for the writer growing until a few pages are left in your hand. The next entry is penned in messier script. 

“My salvation has finally arrived. I do not know which prayer it’s answering, but a lone ship landed in the early hours. I’ve woken Number 2 and we’re making our way to intercept its crew. With any luck we can talk our way on. If not, we will take it.

Kevva protect me and absolve me of what I must do.”

A burst of elation takes over your chest, putting down the pages and clasping your hands over your mouth. Suddenly you’re crying, tears snaking from the corners of your eyes into your hairline as you stifle sobs. Was it the parallels of your own entrapment, or the glimmer of hope when your research had none? It makes you turn to the next entry quickly, pulling in a cathartic breath.

There is only one line, scrawled messily as if a child had written it.

“The Green took my arm.”

You stare at the page, all warmth draining out of you like a squeezed-out sponge. You read it again, and again, try to comprehend it but it’s deadly simple. The Green took his arm, and doomed him. All this planet does is take.

Stumbling out of your tent into cloying blackness you begin to walk. You’d numbly donned your suit, barely registering the procedure you knew well enough to dream. With every bump and hitch of the ground your weight pulls deeper, as if gravity can sense all you want is to be swallowed up. 

The futility of it all feels thick in your lungs. What’s the point? What are you doing on this planet? What discovery do you hope to uncover that no one else unearthed decades before? The one precious resource gone, the dust an unthinking asphyxiation. What hubris you have, to think you could be one of the lucky to bring hope back from this planet?

Your helmet turned down, you collide with a figure, also apparently on a walk of his own. You exchange apologies, meaning to keep walking when he speaks.

“Another lonely traveler of the night. Mind keeping me company for a little while?” he asks, and the weight in his voice matches your own. The benefactor, on another of his odd walkabouts. You recognize the suit, older than the rest of the crew but well maintained.

Pleasantries and decorum should be maintained - after all, his generosity is what allowed you to come on this fool’s errand - but your tongue is leaden in your mouth. Instead you nod, following him as he weaves through the trees to a cliff face not far from the campsite. Your thighs burn at the climb, but once at the top you view the inky vista of hills, slight shades of black and gray delineating the horizon. If you keep turning your head you can almost believe the hills and the sky are one, stretching around you like the center of an onyx marble. A little of the weight lifts.

“Couldn’t sleep,” your benefactor says, his voice a hoarse whisper. There’s divinity in the dark.

“What troubles you?” you ask, his form melting forward from the darkness. His helmet is a firefly, one small speck that highlights the lines around his brow and mouth.

“Same thing troubling you, I imagine. If this is all for nothing.” You nod and hum, toeing the decaying underbrush. Fighting for the words you want to speak, he beats you to it.

“It’s not. There’s value in discovery, even if all we discover is nothing. There is never a true absence when we fail. We learn that we were wrong. Or almost wrong. But we learn.” You shake your head tiredly.

“There’s nothing here. All that work, all that money and we’re coming back empty-handed. My research will lose its funding, most of the crew will have to go back to worse jobs. Failure isn’t free.” Your benefactor nods, crouching down to run his fingers through the bobble-headed ferns by his feet.

“You are right. Failure certainly isn’t free. But we take risks for the privilege of traveling across the stars. We are a curious race, and our payment for our roaming ways is to better the universe as we pass through. I’ve not always been the best man to do that, but in recent years it’s become a mission I’m more than happy to assume. So don’t fret about the cost, or the research, or what may come of this. It was meant to fulfill a promise to a dear one, and I’ve done that now. And you were meant to fulfill your own promise, even if only to admit defeat. No one could do it but you.”

His words sink into your bones, allowing for a gentler weight to ground you. It’s not what you hoped for, but it’s what you’ll get. You can learn to live with that.

The walk back to camp is quiet, your twin gaits rustling through the Green. As the camp comes into view, twinkles of light in a perfect line, you realize how little you desire to be alone.

“Have a drink with me?” you ask, the words tumbling out before the impropriety flashes across your face. Your benefactor cocks his eyebrow, dare you say rakishly, with a smile.

“Lead the way,” is his subdued reply. Entering your tent, you both begin the intimate process of shucking off your suits. You always run hot under them, wearing little more than a light thermal and leggings to keep your skin off the suit’s coarse interior. Fixing two short glasses of whiskey - meant for celebration, but now will do -  you move to your cot, the final page of the diary placed face-down on the mattress. Sitting beside it, your fingers worry at the edge of the leaf. What more is there to tell? A letter to a loved one saying goodbye? A final will and testament? You flip the page, unfamiliar feminine handwriting an unexpected discovery.

“By Kevva’s name,” your benefactor says, and when you look up he’s tracing his finger along the pages piled on your desk. In the weak light of your tent his skin glows, the lamp catching a shock of blond by his temple. His eyes roam the page, brow furrowed and mouth downturned. 

“What?” you ask, before your mouth dries out. 

His arm.

You’d only seen him in his suit. It looked normal enough. But now stripped before you, sleeve rolled up to his elbow, you can compare the difference between skin and synthetics. His prosthetic fingers, as dexterous as his birth-give ones, lift a few pages closer to the light. The downturn of his mouth parts, the wrinkle between his brows smoothing out. 

“I do believe you found my journal,” he says, turning to look at your face. He gives you an awed half-smile. “I thought it would have rotted away by now. But here you’ve kept it like a little gem of your own.”

All you can muster is a shaky breath, parted lips, stillness. He looks back at your desk and his whole face lightens, lifting the second book into his grasp. With the wrinkles smoothing out, replaced by a smile that wars with headier emotions in your chest, he laughs.

“And you found hers. My daughter Cee’s.” He smooths his hand over the plastic-wrapped cover. “She never stopped talking about it, not even when I enrolled her in a school just like the one she lectured me about. I had to endeavor to find her stories.” He finally looks up, and his mission accomplished before your eyes, your hand in it unwitting, washes you with emotion. You can’t help the welling in your throat, the cut-off wail that tries to escape.

“You survived,” you croak, standing up and moving towards him. His face flashes concern before he steps to meet you and pulls you into his chest. The overwhelming scent of sweat and plastic fills your nostrils, but you swear underneath is stardust. 

“Oh, my dear, you’ve been suffering through my story all by your lonesome?” he asks, and you nod into his chest. He tugs you back, cupping your cheek with a knowing smile. 

“We always persevere.”

My name is Cee. The man who wrote this journal is Ezra. We are trying to leave the Green, but my ship was damaged upon landing. Tomorrow we set out to meet with mercenaries at the Queen’s Lair, and if what my father said was true, we will leave rich enough to never have to step foot on this planet, or any other mine, again.

I’m writing this to let you know that we are going to make it. Don’t tell me how I know, but I do. The odds have been against us, and still are. Ezra without his right arm will cause problems, but I can harvest, and I’m not letting us die on this planet. 

I should be more afraid of him. He killed my father after all. But what he lacks in civility, or the ability to shut up, he makes up for in a dedication I’ve never seen before. He’s kind with me, in a way my father never was. I’m not sure what he wants, or what he’s hoping for in our partnership, but I am at least grateful for his protection.

Tomorrow is the last day we can make the freighter before it flies too far out of orbit. If we do not leave rich we will at least leave. He asked me if I’m a killer and I think I may have it in me to save myself from this world. 

To whoever reads this, I want you to know that we make it. It’s not like you’ll be able to find out. So believe that we make it. If we are to only be immortalized by these words on a page, let us be successful, safe, and happy. Remember us as survivors. 

We make it.

END

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

All For Requests & Requests For All!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Eb8CMdW

by Sapphic_Assassin

Leave any and all requests for Oneshots, Imagines, Chapter Fanfics, Series, moodboards, etc. Here!

have fun and be safe! :D

don't be requesting nasty stuffs! >:C

Words: 274, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of All For Requests & Requests For All!

Fandoms: League of Legends, Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003), Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), Haikyuu!!, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), Minecraft (Video Game), DreamSMP, Monster High, Ever After High, Rainbow High (Web Series), Scooby-Doo! (Live Action Movies), What's New Scooby-Doo? (Cartoon), Supernatural (TV 2005), Teen Titans (Animated Series), 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi | Angels of Death (Anime), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), Gravity Falls, Five Nights at Freddy's, Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Overwatch (Video Game), Encanto (2021), Jennifer's Body (2009), Adventure Time, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Super Mario Bros. (Video Games), Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019), Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), Hocus Pocus (1993), Kim Possible (Cartoon), Danganronpa, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), Lore Olympus, Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: too many characters to write so ill list off the ones I write for in the chapter!

Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Kate Bishop/Reader, Yelena Belova/Reader, Loki/Reader, Ahri/Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Ahri/Evelynn (League of Legends), Ahri/Akali (League of Legends), Akali/Evelynn (League of Legends), Akali/Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Evelynn/Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Ahri/Seraphine (League of Legends), Kai'Sa/Seraphine (League of Legends), Akali/Seraphine (League of Legends), Evelynn/Seraphine (League of Legends), Rell/Seraphine (League of Legends), Gwen/Seraphine (League of Legends), Supernatural/Reader, Dreamsmp/reader, Haikyuu/Reader

Additional Tags: general LGBTQ+ Stuff, Fluff, Spicy, Lemon(?), x reader stuff, most likely not beta read, so prepare for spelling and grammar erros, sorry besties, ill try to write good though, trying to avoid using "Y/N" as much as humanly possible, we do accept Y/N slander in this house, Crack, Crack Taken Seriously, multiple character deaths(?), not good at writing male/male but ill try my best, writing fanfics instead of doing schoolwork, fanfics are more important than college/j

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Eb8CMdW

[thespacecowboyyy]

Great one!!

a multicolored hanoi rocks moodboard

@major-tom-is-a-junky @thespacecowboyyy

[guiltyfandomtrashwonderland]

Event: GaaSaku Spring Break Kink Break 2020

A casual event for you to participate in! Based off of an event of the same name taking place on a GaaSaku discord I’m in.

If you wish to participate, please follow the rules below the cut.

Spring Break More Like Kink Break Amirite 2020 [joke about April showers] 

Day 1: praise kink Day 2: roleplay Day 3: windows/mirrors Day 4: guilt Day 5: blindfold Day 6: food Day 7: oral Day 8: teasing Day 9: dom/sub Day 10: bondage Day 11: seduction Day 12: lap dance/strip tease Day 13: hand holding...but nasty?? Day 14: sleepy/morning sex Day 15: angry/hate/ex sex Day 16: dirty talk Day 17: aftercare Day 18: shower/bath Day 19: roleplay Day 20: masturbation Day 21: dream Day 22: first time Day 23: 3-way/group sex Day 24: voyeurism Day 25: cuckolding Day 26: orgasm control Day 27: sensation play Day 28: money shot Day 29: public Day 30: build-a-bear (u choose the scare!) Day 32: yiffing/omegaverse

Embedded Alternate Challenge [remix horn]: The Week of Wholesomeness Day 15: getting happy because they saw the other person happy Day 16: tilting partner’s chin up and saying romantical shit Day 17: getting cozy under electric blanket Day 18: compromising on a difference in a healthy manner Day 19: having clothes-on discussion about sexual desires and fetishes and boundaries Day 20: realizing one is not responsible for the happiness of one’s partner but finding joy in making them happy regardless Day 21: jumping in puddles together on a rainy day Extra Moist Challenge: During week of wholesomeness, double up on the nasty and wholesome prompt for the same day. Fill prompt in a way that is at once wholesome and nasty. (Have fun with Day 15)

Below are the rules. Lifted ideas/wording from the MadaSaku challenge.

LOS RULES POSTING

Spring Break Kink Break will endure, much like the wild shinobi, for the entire month of April. Posting begins when April 1st is a date somewhere and ends when April 30th is not a date anywhere.

For events like this one, creating and posting is based on a timeline of prompts. This is not an exchange or a gifting situation by design.

When posting your event work on tumblr, please tag using the following format: #DayX #Kink #GaaSakuKinkBreak2020. For example:

#Day21 #dream #GaaSakuKinkBreak2020

Do remember that tumblr has decided it doesn’t like porn anymore, except for the thousands of porn bots. Because of this, all porn needs to be linked to externally.

Post links to your finished work (1) after the month begins and (2) on or after the day for your chosen prompt occurs. Late submissions are allowed and encouraged provided they follow all other rules about posting. So, if you finish your Day 12th post on the 13th, you are allowed to post it on the 13th. Or after. Anything posted early will not be reblogged.

All content for this event should be GaaSaku or GaaSaku-adjacent!

Regarding content warnings: it is assumed that you will be including whatever kink is on that day. For anything else you think people might like to be warned about (or if you are writing on the build-a-bear day), please make note. This includes but is not limited to: dark works including things like torture, rape, drug use, suicide or mentions of it, and/or major character death; nonlisted kinks; etc. Dark works and other kinks are welcome, but they must be properly listed.

No one wants to stifle creativity or self-expression, but this is only fun if everyone is having fun. Do not “surprise” people with something that may make them have a bad time.

You do not have to create something for all the days!

PROMPTS

There is one prompt included for days 1-14 and days 22-30+32. You may combine prompts from different days. It’s up to you which day you want to choose to post on; do not double post on both days.

The Week of Wholesomeness is a silly joke but still subscribes to the same posting rules. That being said, some clarification for posterity… You do not have to make G-rated postings during the Week of Wholesomeness. Feel free to take the prompt about jumping in puddles on a rainy day (or any of the Day 15-21 prompts) and make it the most sexually depraved dumpster fire of a work you have ever made in your life. This is humorous.

You do not have to make explicit postings of the explicit prompts during the Week of Wholesomeness. Feel free to take the prompt about angry sex (or any of the Day 15-21 prompts) and make it the most wholesome work you have ever made in your life. This is also humorous.

Any combination of the above is hilarious. What will you do if you take up the extra moist challenge? Double down on the nasty? Or the wholesome? It’s up to you.

However, this is otherwise a Horny Event. All postings outside of the Week of Wholesomeness are expected to be rated T or above. If you find some way of writing about group sex in a way that is PG, feel free to post it after April so that I may marvel at your talents.

ACCEPTABLE MEDIA Everything! Yes. Art, fic, moodboards, comics, translations, etc. are all acceptable media. Please only submit your own work unless you are given explicit permission by the creator to post their work for this specific challenge.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Hanoi Rocks Asexual Pride Moodboard

[ahgasetay]

Request rules

These are just some simple rules for requesting. We ask you read these over, and request accordingly. We write for pretty much EVERY boy group

We will write:

Imagines

Scenarios

Reactions

Fake texts

Moodboards/ aesthetic

MTL

Ships

Custom playlists

Song fics

Idolxidol if it’s not in a romantic way (like bambam and yugyeom go to the arcade cause they’re bored)

We will NOT write things with Readers acting upon Mental Illness. EX:“BTS coming home to find their S/O cutting” “How would High4 react if their S/O committed suicide.” However we WILL write things that don’t act upon Mental Illness, but relate too.EX:“How would EXO react if their S/O had self harm scars” “How would iKON react to knowing their S/O has Depression”

We will NOT write overly specific or under specific requests EX: “Got7 reacts to being caught dating a girl that is Muslim/Islam/Jewish/Christian etc.” “ateez ideal types” as these requests might be hard for others to relate to because it’s so specific and example of under specific is “Yao Mingming imagine” but we WILL write ones like “pentagon reacts to their s.o giving them a surprise kiss” “Astro’s reaction to their s.o messing up breakfast”

We will NOT write smut for minors, nasty

We will NOT write poly relationships

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

Bands & Colors! 🌈

Nasty Suicide + Blue!

What’s your favorite color?✨

[whisperess33]

Can i request nasty suicide moodboard? Im glad youre back!

Oh hi yes of course thanks for asking ❤ And I'm glad to be back 😁 I'll PM you right now for details 😄

[fan-with-issues]

@mrs-toads-cookies sorry this is so late but here's your Hanoi Rocks Nasty blue aesthetic moodboard💙

[taesbetch]

Dangerously Deep

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Action, Mermaid!AU 

Word Count: 5k +

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WARNING: Mention of violence and suicide, some goryish scenes (not really its fine but its just the mention of blood)

Splashing was all you could hear.

the rocking of the boat was causing the little food that resigned in your stomach to travel up your throat, only to be slammed back down to the pit of your stomach leaving a nasty taste in your mouth.

The rope tied around your wrists continued to rub against you skin.

There was a storm outside, that much you could tell…

Apparently, the bottom of the boat was supposed to be where people feel less sea sick. You almost scoffed out loud.

How did you get here? How did you, a simple peasant who spends her days selling fruit at the village market end up on tied up on a pirate ship? Oh yer, how could you forget. You were sold.

Pirates often came to small villages like yours to steal or buy girls like you to sell to the higher ups over seas; their fond of foreign beauties or so the captain had said.

Sighing you coated your dry lips in yet another layer of saliva, trying to revive the lost moisture.

Your loving father had decided it was best for the family if you were sold to the pirates for a mere 3 bronze coins. You were a virgin, or as pirates liked to claim, pure gold. In return for being sold, your father would help them collect others.

You had started this trip with three other girls. Each crying and screaming out to god for help.

You would have joined them, but you already knew your fate was sealed.

One girl had decided enough was enough and used the bathroom as an excuse to jump overboard.

One girl had been taken by some of the sailors and had yet to return; you assumed the worse and readied yourself for either her dead body or to never see her again.

And one girl had refused water and food; for the past the three days she had done that and for the past three days she had cried relentlessly. Finally, she passed out. Her skin dry, her lips cracked.

You concluded that the pirates had deemed her unfit to sell and got rid of her the easiest way they could.

Sighing you watched as Lane, the nicest out of the pirates descended down the stairs holding a cup full of water.

His usual light brown hair was darkened with sweat and his right cheek held a pink stain as if the boy had been slapped.

Frowning in concern you watched as he approached your nervously. His hands shaking and his eyes wide and dilated.

“Lane? What’s the matter?” you croaked as you took the cup of water, careful not to stretch your tied wrists any further against the unforgiving rope.

He looked at you hesitantly before sitting himself directly in front of you. The dim light above your head shone in his eyes, letting you clearly see the tears forming in his eyes.

“have you heard of a ningyo?” he asked cautiously as he played with his hands in his lap.

Confused, you shook your head. Eager to hear more you motioned to him with your hand.

“A Japanese Myth claims a ningyo, in other words, a mermaid, is a fish-like creature from Japanese folklore. It apparently has shining golden scales and a quiet voice like skylark or a flute. Its flesh is edible and delicious, it brings anyone who consumes it a long life” he explained.

“but…the thing is…catching one can bring storms and misfortune, so fishermen who caught these creatures usually throw them back into the sea” he said before roughly rubbing his forehead in stress.

“but…if it’s just a myth, then what’s the problem?” you asked naively.

Beads of sweat rose to the surface of his skin at the mere mention of ‘myth’.

Suddenly the ship was pushed roughly to the side. You screamed as your body and everything on the right side of the ship was pushed to the left.

Your already fragile skin was torn at as the ropes held you in place not letting your body follow lanes.

He let out a groan and cry of pain as he was slammed against the other side of the ship, a barrel flying after him and hitting him in the gut.

You groaned as you grasp the rope in your hand, trying to pull your body up so it wasn’t relying solely on your wrists.

Cheers and sounds of joy were heard from above as the ship finally regained its normal position.

“and from those sounds…I think they’ve caught it” he said as pure fear covered his being.

Lane quickly dashed back to the upper deck, leaving you in pain and confusion. You had only managed to take a sip of water before it had been spilled all over the floor so now dehydration was getting the better of you.

You sighed and awaited news of the ‘mythical creature’ from lane. Surely it was bullshit, there’s no way such things exist.

Your head was pounding and your vision was getting fuzzy, but that didn’t stop you from hearing the celebration above.

The shouts grew closer and closer to the little hatchet that separated you from them. As it opened, you strained your neck in order to see what it was they were trying to throw down.

A long figure with a blanket wrapped around it was thrown harshly onto the floor off the ship. With a small gasp, your eyes trailed downwards towards the beautiful tail sticking out. Its gold colour contrasting against the black of the blanket.

Your eyes were captured by it, the shine of the gold scales was gorgeous.

With a thud, your attention was drawn to the three sailors who had joined the party, one of them being the captain.

“tie him up boys” the captain smirked. His ragged beard coating majority of his face.

“cap…what if lane was right?” one of them asked the dragged the mermaid next to me. Its tail flapping in a weak attempt of defense.

“Don’t be a baby, we’ll sell both him and the girl” he said sending you a wink. One that made you squirm in disgust.

As they ripped the blanket off of him to tie his hands up, you were shocked at how magnificent he was. His toned body shone with droplets from the ocean and his jet-black hair shined with health and youth.

He was clearly tired and angry. As they grabbed his tail and tied he groaned it pain, his eyebrows knitted closely together as he sat against the wall, the same position you were in.

“alright, oh so powerful ningyo…let’s see what you can do” the captain said as he kicked the merman’s tail harshly.

“Hey!” you shouted out in his defense. As you processed what you just said a harsh slap was swung across your face. The salty taste of blood rushed into your mouth as the stinging feeling of a slap possessed your cheek.

“speak to me like that again and you’ll end up like the rest of your friends” he growled at you.

You wanted to snap back and say if you died he wouldn’t have any girls to sell to his sex-obsessed kings but you held your tongue knowing it wouldn’t result in anything but pain for you.

“here, Lane sent this” one of his goonies said as he harshly passed you another cup of water.

“we’ll be back to check on you” the captain smirked before turning on his heels and heading for the exit, his goonies close behind him.

Your eyes trailed back to the heaving mermaid next to you. His eyes were dazed and narrow, you could tell that he was staring at your water.

It was an intense silence.

You watched as his chest rose and fell, each breath getting harder and wheezy.

This had to be a dream…you were just extremely dehydrated and all of this was just your imagination.

You took a big gulp of the cool water, shutting your eyes tightly.

the feeling of water slipping down your dry throat almost had you moaning; the feeling of refreshment reviving your energy drained body.

Your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the cup in your hands that was now clear as day compared to the blur you had previously seen.

You smiled lightly figuring your body had gained enough hydration to be more awake and aware, looking to your left to confirm your suspicions of hallucination you gasped when you were met with the same narrowed eyes as before.

He was real. This was real and this was happening.

Your eyes drifted back to your cup of water that he was staring at.

Nooooo…

You wanted to be selfish; you wanted to gulp the rest of the heavenly water that you had taken for granted back at home. But you knew you couldn’t, not with the continuous heaves of pain and harsh glares.

You sighed before turning to your fellow prisoner.

“here” you said as you skilfully slide the cup next his tied-up hands.

He slashed water over his tail before gulping the rest of it quickly. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the water ran down his scales; the water droplets didn’t dry of trickle of him, instead they remained intact making the shiny gold scales shine brighter.

After a moment of silence, you shifted in you spot so you could get a better look at the ningyo next to you.

“so, how’d they catch you?” you asked causing the man to glare at you.

The glare sent shivers down your spine but instead of being scared you felt oddly fearless.

“I don’t waste my breath on humans” he answered simply as he rested his head against ships wall.

“well you just did” you said before a playful smile slowly covered your face.

Maybe it was the lack of human contact, or the lack of food and water.

“you know what I am, don’t you?” he asked confused by your behaviour.

“of course, you’re a ningyo” you stated as you tried to jiggle free your wrists, hoping that even though you’ve tried it multiple times you might be set free.

“are you not scared?” he asked eyeing you cautiously.

“I should be…but I don’t know, I guess I just don’t care anymore. It’s either get sold to snobby people who will abuse my body. Or escape into the ocean and die���mmm, I don’t know which one is worse” you explained staring off into space.

“don’t worry dear, death will come soon” he said taking a deep breath in.

You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you asked intrigued.

“my name is jimin i bring storms and misfortune to all who hold me, in the next 96 hours it will come” he stated calmly.

Your eyes traveled back down to his tail before looking back up at him.

“will you last that long?” you asked, your voice wavering with a tinge of worry.

His eyes shot to yours, shocked that you had caught on that quickly. If he was desperate for your water within a few minutes of him being rolled out of the blanket you wondered how long the water droplets would last until he needed more.

“it doesn’t matter, karma will come, living or not…” he murmured. Sadness flashed through his eyes before it was replaced with his usual coldness.

“so…how’d they catch you?” you asked again, curiosity getting the better of you.

he took a long breath in before turning his head to you. “I was on my way too meet someone, they told me to come up close to the surface…” he said trailing off, his eyes coating with realisation.

“that bastard” he growled as anger grew evident in his eyes.

“you were set up…weren’t you…” you concluded as you thought about it. What sea creature that is deemed rare and valuable would go so close to where they could be captured.

“that was a dumb move on your part” you spoke softly as you shook your head.

Jimin let out a noise of frustration as he slammed his fist against the floorboards. You gasped as you watched the splinters of wood stick up, his fist had gone through the floor. Not enough to cause leaking but enough to get you heart rate skyrocket.

“he’s next in line, of course, how could I be so blind” he growled, smacking his fist on the floor again causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“I have to get out, if he…I can’t do that to my people” he whispered more to himself than anyone else.

You were going to die, there was no questioning that…but the attitude that covered his face previously had vanished. He needed to live.

The gleaming of his tail caught your attention.

The end was shaped and pointed…it sparked ideas into your head.

“how sharp is your tail?” you asked his as you narrowed your eyes at it.

“why?” he asked. Your face was covered in mischief and hope, something he didn’t quite trust but his eyes narrowed at what you were trying to say.

“If your tail can cut my cuffs I can go on board and find the keys, also get you enough water for us to figure out a plan of escape” you stated as you coated your dry lips once more trying to moisturize them in vain.

You didn’t think his eyes could be narrowed anymore, but you were proven wrong.

“and why would I trust you?” he asked suspiciously.

“how long do you have?” you asked him bluntly, the both of you knew he wouldn’t have long till his body would start to shut down. He needed to trust you if he was going to make it out of here.

“i don’t trust humans…but ill trust you” he whispered before swinging his tail upwards.

You let out a small squeak of surprise as his tail sliced through the metal cuffs, his surprisingly soft scales brushing your cheek as he did so.

“ill be quick” you stated before running towards the stairs.

You could see that his skin was drying up. His scales had lost a bit of their sparkle and the droplets that were held on him were falling off.

Your breath was getting caught in your throat as you lifted the hatchet slowly. Hearing the laughs and drunken giggles of sailors was giving you anxiety.

The night sky gave you cover as you sneakily maneuvered around the ship. The rain that hadn’t lightened up from before covered the sounds of your movement as You hid behind a row of barrels as you crawled towards the cabins.

The sweat on your hands and the sweat gliding down your forehead made you think about the water in your body that you already had so little of.

You needed to hurry, for both you and jimin.

Lane had spoken so many times about how the keys were kept on the inner side of the door of the captain’s cabin, something that annoyed him because he had to travel a long distance to retrieve them.

You could hear the roar of the captain’s voice on the top deck. Bragging about how he caught the oh so powerful ningyo.

With shaking hands and trembling leg’s, you ran into the captain’s cabin quickly, making sure no one saw you before closing the door with a breath of relief.

As soon as the door closed your eyes were met with the same keys that locked you up for the last couple of days.

“Well, well what do we have here”

You gasped as you wiped around instantly. Hands were roped around your throat as you were slammed into the door.

Your eyes were staring straight into one of the captain’s goons, you had only seen him once.

He had come to collect one of the girls that had decided her own fate and with the way his grip was tightening around your throat, it would seem he didn’t have any problem with damaging product.

“I’ve been waiting for you to fuck up” He smirked before dragging you to the ground.

Your hands instinctively flew in front of your body, but the attempt was useless as his foot went flying into your stomach.

You whimpered as he grabbed your hair and pulled your face upwards. As he trapped your body between the floor and himself he slowly pulled out his shining knife. The blade as sharp as your breath when you saw it.

The hair that was being pulled at your scalp was causing a stinging sensation, but your eyes remained attached to the knife in his hands.

“you always just sat there and looked pretty” he sneered as he flipped you over. In vain you tried to push his legs off of you but his weight kept pushing you back down.

He ran the knife softly down your face as your breath quickened in fear.

The cold metal grazing your skin was digging in the more pressure he added.

“did you know…that if I push down here” he said holding the knife point down at the base of your throat.

“that you’ll die soundlessly…soundlessly and quickly” he stated through gritted teeth as you grasped your hands below his on the knife, trying to raise it.

You grunted as you used all the might you had to remove it from its position.

Your eyes darted around, knowing that he would soon overpower you. You needed to find another way out of this.

As he glared down at you, excitement and rage clear in his eyes, you managed to move you hand placement of the knife, wiggling underneath his hand.

The sweat on your hands allowed you to momentarily flip the knife.

As the knife flipped in the air, looking for a new beholder, you took the opportunity to give him a quick jab to the face before pushing him of you.

It was almost in a blink of the eye and the blessing of God that the knife landed in your hand.

You knew there wasn’t a choice, he was going to kill you or you were going to kill him. It was one or the other.

With a swing of your right arm, you slashed the goony across his chest. As he yelled out in pain you pulled him down and straddled him like he had straddled you.

Your hands were soaked with sweat and blood as you lifted the blade over his chest.

Squinting your eyes closed you plunged the knife deep into chest listening to the sounds of pain and torment as you did it again and again. You wanted to make sure he was dead, if not your plan wouldn’t work.

You continued your attacks until you didn’t hear any more screams for help.

You opened your eyes slowly, your ears getting used to the sudden silence in the room.

You had no time for this…you had to be quick.

With an unsteady breath, you removed yourself from the body; blood covered your hands and thighs. You went to wipe the splutters of red blood on your face before the realisation of what you had just done set in.

There was no going back now…

You grabbed the keys and removed yourself from the cabin.

The quietness of the deck told you but the noise from the upper deck told you that everyone had relocated the party.

You hoped they were too drunk to notice their missing member as you out to sea.

Rocks…? we must be close to an island…you had been travelling for around three days…

Damalan! Your neighbouring island!

Hope sparked in your heart at the thought of your survival.

You reached for a small bucket and filled it with water before shoving the keys in your pocket and making your way down to where you were kept.

Your eyes met Jimin’s weak ones as you descended from the stairs.

“what happened?” he asked weakly as you approached him, the red blood that stained your skin hard to miss.

“don’t worry about it” you said splashing water on his tail.

His eyes widened with life as his body arched upwards. He took large breaths of relief as you continued to coat his body in water.

“you need to hydrate too” he said as started unlocking his cuffs.

“no one is on deck, I can drag you there and throw you overboard” you stated as you thought carefully about your plan.

“what about you?” he asked, his eyes gleamed worry and concern as you tried to wipe the blood off your hands.

“wait no crap..they’ll just follow you” you groaned as you bite your lip in frustration.

“hey! what about you?” he asked again.

Your eyes bored into his. You were sure they were full of exhaustion, sadness, and guilt.

“I’m not going to make it…there’s an island nearby but the waves are too harsh to swim and I already have no energy…our main concern is getting you out” you stated but he shook his head.

“you’re saving me…so it’s only fair if I save you” he said sternly, his skin slowly returning to its glow as he basked in the water you had brought back for him.

“but…how are we both going to escape?” you asked shyly as you relaxed your tense state.

“I’ll just have to kill them all, won’t I?” he spoke strongly as a small smirked graced his face.

That’s when it hit you.

“we’ll sink the ship!” you gasped in excitement.

He tilted his head in confusion before you pointed to the floorboards.

“were on the lowest level, when you punched the floor before I was worried that you’d break through…I can’t believe I’m just thinking of this” you explained in delight.

“If you make a big enough hole for the both of us to slip out, everyone’s on the top deck, they won’t know what’s happening until it’s too late!” you exclaimed.

He nodded along before looking at you with a serious expression.

“it’s really deep water…you do realise, that right? Your dehydrated and weak, your lungs might not be able to handle it” he explained carefully.

“Jimin it’s the only way” you whispered softly.

He nodded in agreement before motioning for you to move out the way.

With a precise and powerful punch, his fist flew through the floorboard causing water to squirt out of the ship like a water fountain.

He used his other fist to alternate between punches, letting water quickly flood the bottom base.

In a panic, you rose to your feet trying to maintain the oxygen your lungs were receiving.

“don’t worry, I’ll wait for you” he promised before diving down and disappearing under the waves.

Even though this was you plan and you knew the dangers of it, you were still scared shitless.

As the water rose to your waist you gave yourself a little pep talk.

“okay, it’s this or death…don’t be a little bitch”

With that, you took a deep breath before diving below the waves.

You had only been underwater for three seconds but you could already feel the pressure on your lungs.

As you made your way through the hole a moment of panic set upon you as you remembered you were underneath the ship. do to the blurriness of you vision, you swam aimlessly until a hand grabbed yours.

As you were pulled past the ship at a speed you could not swim at by yourself, you focused your attention on trying to maintain your breath.

You could hear the ringing in your ears and the pressure you felt in your chest was getting harder to ignore.

Jimin could tell you were losing your stamina as your hand grip loosened on his.

Finally, as you pulled up to the surface you gasped for air, the rushing of it filing your body was addicting but the increasing rain around you making it harder as you struggled to keep yourself above water.

“I’ve got you” Jimin whispered as his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

You breathed heavily as you looked around, wiping the water from your eyes before resting your hands on his shoulders, your arms draping over his.

As you looked back at the ship, you heard yells and shouts as their fires went out and their ship sunk.

“what do we do now” you whispered as he swam you closer to the rocks in order to avoid the wrath of the waves.

“you leave the rest to me” he said as you climbed onto a rock, hugging another for security.

Your heart was pounding way too hard for your body to handle. You hadn’t eaten, you were tired and the only water you were getting was pure salt.

“Jimin, I don’t think I’m going to make it” you choked as your body shook with weakness.

“you’re going to be alright, here eat this” he said as he brought his hand from underneath the water, in it, one of his golden scales.

“You trust me, right?” he asked as you placed the scale in your mouth without question or thought.

You nodded your head in confirmation.

He quickly placed a kiss on your forehead before giving you one last look of determination.

“I’ll make sure they never hurt you again”

As he swam off, you chewed the scale in your mouth. It was pleasant and melted in your mouth; you swallowed the scale quickly, breathing in the little bits of air that revealed itself through the blanket of rain.

You watched closely as the sky began to darken with clouds, their yells of help from sailors were drowned out by the sound of thunder and lightning-collecting itself above the ship.

You watched in slight horror but satisfaction as the storm brewing above released itself straight through the middle of the ship. The bright light of the lightning shone brightly in contrast to the dark night sky.

The screams for help turned into screams of death as a whirlpool collected itself around the shipwreck and remaining surviving sailors.

As they were all dragged to the bottom of the ocean a final wave was blasted from it, heading straight for surrounding perimeters. Heading straight for you.

You gasped what could be your final breath as you tried to hug the rock as hard as you could.

As the wave hit you, your body flew from the rock you were clawing too and followed the wave outwards.

You flailed your body around trying to grasp anything you could but it was useless.

As your head popped up for a moment you called Jimin’s name out frantically before being plunged back into the depths of the sea.

A strong arm was wrapped around you, dragging you backward and away from the wave.

You coughed out water that had made its way down your pipes as the cool air hit your face.

“sorry” he chuckled behind you as he swam you back to your beloved rock.

The rain had cleared up, only letting small droplets fall from the still cloudy sky; the moon shone brightly as it was revealed through the clouds allowing you to fully admire Jimin’s beauty.

“how are you feeling?” he asked worriedly as he continued to hold your body close to his even though the water was still and your rock could’ve have helped you.

“better…Jimin…you let me eat one of your scales” you murmured nervously.

“you’ll live a long and healthy life now, you have nothing to worry about” he said as he caressed your face with his hand. His eyes exploring your features.

“you didn’t have to do that…but thank you, ya know…for saving me” you whispered as his forehead rested against yours.

“you’re the first person I’ve ever fully trusted, of course I would save you” he explained. You hummed in comfort as you let yourself relax and listen to the calming sound of waves crashing onto shore.

Shore…

Your head shot up as you followed the beautiful sound. Your eyes were met with sand and lit up houses, something you didn’t notice in the heat of a storm.

“Jimin! Look! shore!” you exclaimed excitedly as you pointed excitedly.

He chuckled before nodding his head happily.

Through your excitement, you remembered something…you would probably never see Jimin again.

As he read your expression he pressed his forehead to yours again.

“Jim- “you started but were met with a pair of soft lips instead.

Shivers ran down your spine as you pushed yourself close to him, enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

You pulled away hesitantly, running out of breath.

“I’ll see you again, I promise” he smiled.

You felt your cheeks warm up as he swam you closer to shore.

“I don’t think I ever got you’re your name” he stated as you stood in the water, loving the feeling of freedom that you felt.

“y/n, my names y/n” you smiled before Turing around and practically running to shore.

As you turned to wave him goodbye, he was nowhere to be found. A frown quickly moved onto your lips as your shoulders slumped down.

You would miss him, but you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you would see him.

So, you would wait.

Wait until the day he would present himself again.

Wait until fate brought you two together again.

Your oh so powerful ningyo.

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