#not really sure how to tag this

[alice-after-dark]

So I Wanted to Talk About Hell's Hierarchy

(Image from here)

Personally, I think Sinners and Hellborn should be swapped. The Hellborn are native to Hell. It is their natural home while the Sinners are there as a punishment. I would think that Sinners would be more on par with imps and hellhounds.

I think it would make for some interesting social issues within Hell itself. Like imagine how the Hellborn would feel about Overlords? Sinners who are supposed to be beneath them who have clawed their way up the ranks to a position that supercedes them? It would also add that much more importance and prestige to the rank of Overlord and they'd have to struggle with the Hellborn who refuse to acknowledge them as their equals and look down on them for being Sinners.

Having clashes between the Sinners and the Hellborn would be interesting while also having the complexities of imps and hellhounds also being Hellborn but being seen as just as low as Sinners.

[whoreforhorror]

So, I literally have no motivation and am just not in a great place right now. I can barely get out of bed for work and showers are exhausting.

Have a repost from my AO3

Movie Intervention (Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher)

Summary: You’ve been working yourself too hard at school and haven’t given the boys the attention they need, so they take things into their own hands.

It was a bad habit to fall into, you knew that. Still, there wasn’t much you could do about it. Between actually having to go to school, the homework you got after, and work, your day was jam-packed. There weren’t enough hours in the day, so you had to free your hours at night. This means that you were here again, gearing up for another late late-night study session. Physics specifically had been kicking your ass and you had to ace this next test or you were certain you’d be doomed to repeat the class. For the sake of your long-term sanity, you couldn’t let that happen.

Several times now, you’d had to cancel on your friends. You still saw them at school, and Randy at work as well, but it wasn’t the same as actually hanging out or partying. You’d had to turn down numerous invitations to sleep over at Tatum’s with Sydney and gossip. You’d had to miss Stu’s parties and miss movie nights with him and Billy. You couldn’t really indulge Randy in his usual rants at work, as well. You missed them all, especially Billy and Stu.

You cared deeply about the both of them, more so than the others in your group. You weren’t sure if they noticed or returned the sentiment, and you weren’t really sure what to call it. Maybe a crush, but it felt more comfortable than that. It would definitely be too early to call it love, too. Every time you had to turn them down, to hear the disappointment over the phone or see the looks of yet another letdown in person, it felt like someone stacked another ten-pound plate on your chest. Sooner or later, if this continued, you just might crack under the pressure.

It was nearly eleven at night now, not too late yet but you could be assured that most of Woodsboro was fast asleep by now. Knowing that was, perhaps, even more isolating than your room which you’d spent the better part of two weeks in. The desk in your room had felt more like a prison as you studied. To avoid distractions, you turned off the lights in your room and used solely the little desk lamp in the corner as you worked. It was less burning the midnight oil and more someone set the entire pot of oil on fire and poked a hole in it so that it was both burning too fast and spilling out the bottom. You were, in this moment and for the past two weeks, a fiery ball of leaking oil.

Time stretched on and your back ached. Your wrist, fingers, neck, and shoulders ached with it. Your… well your everything seemed to hurt. “It’s not even that late…” talking out loud to yourself was the only way your thoughts could be coherent at all. “I’ve stayed up way later than this. I can do this.” You could repeat a similar sentiment to yourself all you wanted, scream it at the top of your lungs and say it with all the passion your heart could hold but it wouldn’t stop the words on the pages from blurring and doubling. Nothing you looked at could stay still and you took another gulp of your half-filled energy drink (the fourth of the night and sixth of the day) which only served to prove just as unhelpful. You could feel your mind start to spiral into nonsensical half-thoughts and abstract concepts you didn’t have the energy to define.

A knock at your front door pulled your brain from its spiral and shot adrenaline through your body, enough to be able to pull yourself from your chair and drag yourself to the door. You opened it to be greeted by Stu, with his fist in the space where the door had just been, and Billy who had popcorn and a tape in hand. They seemed, at first, surprised that you answered at all, then taken aback at your disheveled, sleep-deprived appearance.

“Hey, buddy!” Stu was the first to speak up. “We missed ya’ so we thought we’d drop by. If you can’t come to movie night, we’ll bring it to you!” You weren’t quite sure what to say for a few very long seconds.

“Oh… I’m sorry guys. I can’t- I mean, I’d love to and I wish we could but I’ve got to study. Maybe some other time?” You could hear the exhaustion in your voice, much to your displeasure. You sounded worse than you thought. It hurt to have to turn them away, especially when they had gone out of their way to come to you with everything needed, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“We’re not taking no for an answer,” Billy spoke up.

“Yeah, no can do, man! I mean, we’re already here and your down here as well! It’d be more work to go allllll the way back upstairs.” He chimed in and pushed past you as he spoke. Billy followed suit.

“Guys…” you sighed out.

“Shut it.” Billy cut you off before you could finish your thought. He grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you fast enough that you could just barely shut the front door before you were much too far away. You were too tired to physically resist.

The two made their way to your living room, dragging you along with them. Billy was first to set on the couch, pulling you to sit in the middle so he was on your left. He opened the pre-made popcorn he had with him and offered you some. You were too tired to chew, if that even made sense. Either way, you shook your head. You were quickly losing any energy you had left and verbally responding to anything took far too much effort that you didn’t have.

Stu grabbed a large, fuzzy blanket from somewhere in your living room, spreading it out to cover both you and Billy, with enough extra to cover himself when he sat down as well. Billy tossed him the tape to get the movie started. You knew from the music as the movie began that they had chosen Halloween. It was a movie you had watched a thousand times, hundreds of those times being with Billy and Stu. You knew the movie like the back of your hand by now, and you were sure they knew that. They’d purposely chosen a movie you’d seen before so you could sleep without worrying about missing anything.

It dawned on you as Stu sat down on the couch right next to you on your right, covering himself with the blanket and putting his arm around your shoulder, that the boys, perhaps, felt the same closeness to you as you did to them. Certainly, they hadn’t done this for anyone else in the group. Not Randy, not Sydney, and not Tatum, even though the girls were dating Billy and Stu, respectively. It was enough to pull a smile on your lips; the first in weeks. You felt Billy put his arm around your waist and rest his hand on your thigh, pulling you into him just slightly but allowing you to stay in Stu’s arm as well. The two passed the popcorn back and forth between each other as they, or really Stu for the most part, rambled on about different cinematic techniques the movie used and the landmarks the movie had made, all while you put your head on Stu’s shoulder. Your eyelids grew heavy and each time you blinked, you found yourself wanting to open them less and less.

You fell asleep like that, with your head on Stu’s shoulder as he rambled on about the movie, in the hold of your two favorite people in Woodsboro. And, as you drifted off, you decided there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Your hearing was the last to go as you faded out.

“Stu, shut the fuck up. You’re going to wake them up.”

“Am not!”

“Stu.”

“Fine, whatever man.” A pause. “G’night sweets.”

“Yeah, sleep well, babe.”

…And you were out.

[melonmortis]

Romulus and Remus

[sallet-lad]

A K-2 model Vessel adorned with patterns and reflective amber accents along its frame. While originally created for waging warfare, vessels later became a status symbol for wealthy individuals who could afford one for personal use. Although their creators are long gone, there are still functioning vessels lost and dormant within the ruins of those societies, patiently waiting for a soul to inhabit their cores.

[toxartsukagakas]

i looked inside of the variables file suspiciously, there appears to be a file name "ymfucker" curious

Yes, this is a variable for whether you're dating him or not. There isn't anything explicit (or even like. Over pg 13 at most) in the yes man ukagaka, I just like giving variables funny names for my amusement while I code.

[otherworldseekers]

FFXIVwrite2024 Day 9: Lend an Ear

WoLNero- Orpheus and Eurydice AU? 358 words

Attempting something a little different.

Lend me an ear and I’ll sing you a song. A tale of the world from long ago. 

When the sun shone down on lands free from suffering, free from pain. And the stars, jewel bright in the sky, never failed to guide lost souls home. And flowers bloomed in colors we no longer have names for. When the world was a paradise without want or woe. 

There was a mighty city with sparkling spires and transcendent towers. And the people there gave their love to the star tenfold. Beyond the city many rivers flowed through fertile plains. For the star answered their love with every bounty. 

And in the river delta three children met to play. They fashioned creatures out of clay and wished them to life. They built boats out of reeds and used the wind to race them. Such were their games. And when the sun drew down towards the horizon they clasped each others’ hands and promised eternal companionship. 

But the children didn’t see that the Fates hovered over them, whispering in their ears. To one they whispered of pride. And to the next they whispered of sacrifice. And to the last they whispered of change. The whispers settled deep in their hearts and none knew what secret dreams the others clutched in their souls. 

And the Fates laughed at the children’s vows, knowing with the intimate knowledge of a craftsman what the tapestry of the future showed. For none in any age can defy their Fate.

“Why do you tell such an unhappy tale?” said the girl lying in the grass beside the river. 

“Because it came to me,” said the boy, sitting beside her and quietly strumming the lyre held in his lap.

“Is it true?”

“Everything I sing is true.”

“Yes, but did it really happen?” the girl knew by now that the boy had an odd way of looking at things like truth. 

“Who can say? But I do not think the Muses would send me a song that was false,” the boy said with charming naivete. 

“Perhaps,” replied the girl, for she new of the capriciousness of the gods.

[grilde1chesse]

ngl it URKS me when people say shit like "non-con" and other watered-down words for rape to make the concept more "digestible" and censorship safe. i am SO sick of seeing the words "unalived", "🍇ed" and other stupid shit on tiktok. imagine being murdered and raped, then left as an unidentifiable corpse in a ditch off the side of a highway just for someone to glorify your assault and water it down to make it more consumable and appealing to their internet audience??? "sex with an underage woman" there's no such fucking thing. that's not an "underage woman" that's a CHILD. its called RAPE. rapists don't deserve politeness and victims deserve validation and recognition for what they've been through.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Bobby: Clearly, you've done something stupid. Buck: I did not do anything stupid! Bobby: ... Buck: I said something stupid.

[how-do-i-do-words]

(weird pic because my phone camera refuses to cooperate)

i've had all four of these books for literal years at this point and i still haven't read them despite knowing that i'll (most likely) really like all of them. now, i'm once again almost done with my stack of books from the library and can't decide what to read next

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

Idk if the Chappell Roan European tour discourse is just happening on twitter, but this feels like a safer place to give my 2 cents

Artists cancelling their shows (especially so last minute that people can’t get refunds) is definitely too common an occurrence and should be discouraged. However i don’t think I’ve personally ever seen any artists receive THIS much backlash from doing so, and i don’t think it’s a coincidence that the artist getting the most hate for doing something other performers have done and will do is a lesbian woman

[corvuscircumstances]

I think the topic of robot sentience is quite interesting and while the ethics side is interesting, I do wonder if it would be more enjoyable to be a robot with sentience or a human. I supposed it all comes down to free will, a robot with sentience isn’t necessarily able to act freely and upon their desires, would that get frustrating and upsetting to have your own thoughts and opinions but not be able to act upon them? Equally a human has the free will to enact a lot of the things they wish to do but a lot of people struggle to find their purpose in life and that’s something that’s equally frustrating and upsetting to not know what you’re meant to do if you’re even meant to do anything at all. Robots get the advantage there, they’re built for a purpose and I know there’s so many sci-fi movies and books about robots who can’t figure out their own purpose in life but robots aren’t made accidentally, they’re all made with a clear intention. It doesn’t matter if the intention is simply to exist or to have sentience, that’s something that’s been decided for them and programmed into them. Humans don’t get that luxury and they have to live and die creating their own purpose. It’s strangely poetic and beautiful in a way to have the capacity to do anything and the freedom to chose what you do but for me it can feel suffocating. I feel an immense need to belong and to have a purpose so would the desire for belonging and purpose mean I would enjoy being a robot more or would the crushing inability to change my purpose and the lack of freedom to do as I wished be more soul crushing? Well there’s food for thought even if the food is lukewarm at best and seasoned too much.

[pandoraroid]

"Your Playful Werewolf Boyfriend is a Menace to Society" how wonderful

(very messy reactions & thoughts as i listen lol)

HIS ACCENT???? i have folded. erik does such a good job with accents

"why hello my love. i've missed you." :(((((( ivefyckingmelted

"i'm hungry." guy coded

"oh i'm always hungry for that. is my love offering?" JESUS

"my love" NO WORDS. IVE FUCKING FOLDED.

"it is quick, it's hot, and ready." yeah i bet it fucking is

"like someone else you know" FUCKING HELL

"tomato is the fruit" oh thank fucking god

DOORBELL RINGED MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY

"even pizza is upsetting... this is big" HE SAID THE THING HE SAID THE THING

"you must, my love. please?" WHATEVER YOU SAY GORGEOUS SIGDKDHDJDVDJ

"in a few moments i won't have thumbs to open the door... [laughs] oh yes, checkmate, my mate." FOLDED AND GAGGED

HE SERIOUSLY FUCKING SHIFTED FOR THIS SHIT I CANT BELIEVE THIS

the panting omfg

MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY

"hey, how's it going?" I'M FLOORED

THE VOICE???? HELLO????? I NEED HIM

"damn your dog is big. that's wild." actually collapsed when i heard that

IS THIS NONCHALANT GUY???? WHATHEHELL /pos ilovehim

"why is your dog wearing gym shorts?" a fashion choice "oh, love that." HELP?????

DID THE LISTENER SERIOUSLY SAY BUTT PROBLEMS AHAHAHAHAHHA WHY THE FUCK WOULD GUY SAY "oh, love that" TO THAT????? WHAT

"i have a wonderful butt. as you have said many times." OH I'M FUCKING SURE WE DID

the sulking is cute omfg

"apology accepted. now kiss me-" dear god i am knocking on your door i have seen the good you have done for others WHEN WILL IT BE ME-

he's so asher and guy coded. am crying (does this mean he's the pack beta or no what-)

"oh, have you heard the lastest pack talk?" MOR FOOLIVERSE TALBOT PACK MOR MOR GIMME MORE

"i don't know with your little text chats with the other mates-" THAT'S SO????? /pos

"davey's mate is talking all the time. they have secrets they csn't keep." first of all, DAVEY???? DAVEY???? IM SCREAMING second, ANGEL IS MENACE IS EVERY UNIVERSE AHHAHAHAHAHA

"when talking, his mate called him puppy." OH GOOD LORD AHAHHAHAHAHA THEY DID THE THING THEY DID THE THING

"no, it's good for him. he's too serious all the time. he could to lighten up." ASHER??? i get that this is an au though but I NEED TO SEE THAT SKGSKSVS

"and i see you've brought the gorgeous face. very generous." HOOOOOOOOO LORD

"i love you. very much. and i also love pizza when it's hot so we should eat." so guy coded 😭 but ilytoobby

uuuhhh uuuhhh last thoughts??? i'm loving au/anthology(?). and as someone who's only still starting to listen in shit (/pos), it's sooo much fun lolz so curious so find out about david in this au

[theisleofshay]

Honestly tho, I'm not asking a lot outta life. At this point I'll settle for financial security and someone to tell me my pussy is perfect

[lvrtwn]

this is unfinished but im probably never gonna finish it so whatever

[wordyneonlights]

Romanced

*guess who's back, back again*

If you couldn't tell, it's ya gurl and she did some more of that groovy writing thing. You should probably read it it's probably really good :).

Anyways, here's something I wrote like last week or so, enjoyyyy

And he was so close to me, his face inches away from mine. We were practically breathing the same air as my lips brushed his lightly, like a soft breeze. I edged forward pressing my mouth to his in the barest of moments and we stayed like that for close to four seconds before I pulled away.

I couldn't help but think of the future, I couldn't help but think of what would happen next, what this kiss meant or what it would mean.

What were we? And after this moment what would we be?

I felt his hand, warm and coarse against my cheek and I brought my eyes to his,

“Stay in the moment dammit,” he whispered and I felt my eyes widen before he kissed me again. Different from before, more desperate than before, his hand still on my cheek lips moving against mine in some sort of passionate plea.

There was no air but there didn't need to be, I had his mouth on mine hot and heavy and that was all the breath I needed. I pulled away and opened my eyes. I didn't even realise they had closed but I looked at him now.

Breathing shallower, eyelashes almost touching his cheek and I remembered that you were supposed to look at someone before you kissed them. Perhaps afterwards too, there was something magical about the afterwards.

His eyes opened and his lips quirked in a small smile.

“I'm in the moment,” I assured him as he raised his eyebrows slightly, “I just wanted to look at you is all,”

He bit his lip before releasing it and kissing me again. He brought such life to that word, such feeling that I could never have experienced without him. Was this love or was it momentary passion, was it lust or something deeper?

I didn't know and I was beginning to think it didn't matter, in this moment he was my air and I was his. There was nothing that could have caused us to look outside of ourselves. Nothing that could have told us that we were wrong.

Right there, in that space, we were all we needed.

[cckittycreative]

Given Tumblr's partnership with Midjourney and the fact they apparently only 'believe' they will honor opt-out requests as new ones come in, I may delete this blog. I've posted too much stuff over the years both here and on my main account to accurately go through and run all my stuff through those AI-scrubber programs that mess with trainers and I'm concerned about the possibilities of reblogs from non-opted-out blogs and how that will be handled.

I may come back under a different username, but that depends on what kind of additional protections I can put in place. I know my art isn't like, the most amazing out there, but I'm proud of it and I'm not comfortable with the chances of it being used like this. In fact, I'm pretty damn irate about it and Tumblr's history of being a functional website has made me trust this entire opt-out process even less.

I'll be exporting what I have (I've got 12 years of content all together and I'm not willing to lose all of it) but we'll see where it goes from here. IF I decide to go through with a fresh blog, I will post the new name before deleting this one.