#teehee the mind electric

[solvaneon]

Inside the mind of Benjamin

[nvuy]

so… about that drink you ordered — boothill

summary. boothill has a pity party at a bar and notices a familiar face that he wants to smash into two.

notes. sort of requested official unofficial sequel sort of to hijacked. you can read this stand alone. not saying you should, though. teehee. this is so uninspired. i just like this concept a lot. i also just like rivals to lovers. i’m also riding on the coattails of the “boothill is largely illiterate.” whether it’s actually canon or not who knows. let me be. he’s still not released LMAOOOO.

warnings. the usual banter, little bit of threatening, but nothing major.

Boothill was at a loss. The mission was a bust, there was no response from La Mancha, and the dreamscape was beginning to grind his gears. So many loud noises, the poster signs were following him around, and this so-called SoulGlad was not as good as it was advertised to be.

This bar sucked, too. The bartender had been giving him the stink eye for the better half of an hour now. It probably wasn’t appropriate to sick him right in the face for it, break his nose, and give him a beating.

The bartender wasn’t scrawny, though. Some big bulk of meat with tired eyes, scruff and mousy brown hair. His chest looked like it was about to pop the buttons of his vest. Dude looks absolutely repressed. Probably works minimum wage.

The bartender abandons a blue inky pen and his notebook that Boothill snoops in. Nothing interesting. Just pages of tabs and tabs of people he doesn’t know, nor care about.

There’s music from the stereos in the corners, though surprisingly, considering it’s not a club—that one is next door. It’s a conjoined building. The only thing seperating the bar and the VIP private rooms of the club is a wall and a locked door. Comforting—and Boothill would have lost his mind already.

It’s also dark. Granted, it’s two in the morning, but the low lights can’t be good for normal people. Not to mention the group of women in the corner that have been hoarding the few slot machines for about thirty minutes now.

Every so often, a chime will go off, and one of them will start busting into tears.

He’s here alone. Not for any particular reason. He’s waiting for a response from somebody, and what better way to pass the time than people watch and pretend he’s not nosy.

Also he feels super important sitting at the counter of the bar.

He almost jumps at a whisper in his ear.

A reddish drink in a ribbed coupe glass is gently dropped onto the counter space beside him. There’s a cucumber slice on the rim, and it also looks like it’s been dusted with sugar.

Boothill turns his nose up. Gross.

The bartender glances at the figure who slots into the seat next to the ranger. “Can I get you something else?”

“Hard whiskey.”

Huh. His eyes snapped to the right. Very familiar. Almost unnervingly so. Just in case, he scoots himself away by an inch, sitting closer to the edge of the barstool.

The bartender blinks, unsure as he pulls a tumbler from the rack. “For you?”

A finger prods the Ranger’s cheek. “For him.”

There’s a zap from the finger, like a small electric shock. Like static charged from the friction of the weird material of the barstools.

“Thanks, Gal.”

“No amount of flirting is gonna make me clear your tab,” Gallagher warned before sliding the whiskey over to the Ranger. Boothill had barely moved, now acutely aware of his own face plastered on a wanted poster behind the bartender’s head. “Try not showin’ up here frequently. Bad for my image if I keep serving crooks.” He points to the Ranger, and then to you. “Both of you.”

The bartender then is called over by a group of women who are giggling at a booth in the corner.

Boothill was sure he was going to lean forward and scrap with you over the counter. He could already feel the terse skin of your neck in his hands.

“You followin’ me?”

“You followed me first,” you say harshly.

The ranger let out a laugh before picking up his drink. “It was only a job. If you got offended, that’s your problem.” He then holds the glass close. “You g’nna do that thing again?”

“‘Thing?’” you repeated.

There was a smug grin on your face. You rested the chin in the palm of your hand.

Oh. He was so going to throw you over the counter and smash a bottle over your head. “Y’know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Don’t play stupid.”

You took a sip of your drink.

“Boop.”

Your finger pressed to his chest. You snickered when he stared down at the brief flashing of yellow beneath his joints.

Then, you flit your finger upwards and flick his nose.

He grabs your hand with the intent of pulling it from its socket.

“Now, that’s a dangerous game to play,” you remind him. “I’ve got you in my hands, remember?” Your free hand lets go of your glass, and there’s a small flash of yellow light on the pads of the gloves on your hands. A flicker is all it takes to showcase his entire makeup in your palm. You spin it slowly for good measure.

Then, the image disappears and you snatch your wrist from his hand.

“What do you want?” Boothill mutters. He’s absentmindedly staring into his drink while swishing it around. The ice cubes softly tap against the glass.

“Insight. You’re a Galaxy Ranger, right?” He can’t lie to you anyway. You pretty much know everything about him. Your main profession is definitely stalking and being a thorn in his side. Your fingers held his chin up softly. “Tell me about it.”

He blinks, dazed. “That’s it?”

“No.”

He removes your hand from his chin. He holds his glass protectively. “Then quit pullin’ my leg. Cut to the good bit.”

You sigh. “You’re no fun. Do you come to bars just to mope?” You pull a dramatic frown for good measure.

“Do you come to bars to piss everyone off?” he shoots back. Despite his tone, his fingers are gentle around the glass. Any more firm a hold, and the drink would shatter and spill all over the counter.

You grin.

You tap his nose again. “Just you.” Then, you shake your head. “I’m here ‘cause I got a bar crush.” You then point to a table behind Boothill’s head in the corner. “Blondie with the nice eyes and the rings.”

After a moment's hesitation, the ranger turns and follows your finger.

Sure enough, you’re not convincing him to spin around so you can shove your hand into his sockets. There is a blond man at a table dressed in green, winking at an opponent over a game of… poker? Is that poker? The game with the chips and stuff. And dice, too. They’re thrown over a board, and there’s a couple of people who have tuned in to watch the entire thing unfold.

“His name is Aventurine. Or, that’s a code name, I think. He’s Sigonian. Works for the IPC, incredibly insecure, has a gambling addiction, needs to eat lead…” You stopped short, counting on your fingers as Boothill turns back to you. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

Boothill narrows his eyes at you. “Do you know everything about everyone?”

You shrug. “Pretty much, yeah.” Then, you make a noise. “Eh, I’m lying. Lots of people are boring. I only know the basics ‘bout most of ‘em. It’s the higher ups I’m interested in. Case in point–” You gestured to the blond man again, now scanning over his cards. “–Mister Big Shot. And all his loser coworkers. I don’t like the IPC.”

Boothill quietly sips his drink.

At least you can both agree on something.

He wants to yawn. He doesn’t have the function to do that anymore.

You talk too much.

He cuts you off, and fiddles with a few buttons on his arm. “What can you tell me–” A small image of a woman projects into view from a small lens near his wrist. “–About her?”

You lean closer to the image. Pretty.

She has lovely purple hair and eyes to match. It’s an unassuming photo. She’s not even looking at the camera, not even close to it. She’s standing next to a little boy with sparkling eyes and a uniform that starkly resembles the hotel staff in the waking world of Penacony—oh, the bellboy. You forgot his name.

You hum. “What’s her name?”

“Acheron.” He spits it nastily, as if tasting vitriol on his tongue.

You lean back against the counter. “I’d have to dig deeper. Can’t say I’ve seen her around before.”

“Well, that’s disappointin’,” he huffs before the image shrinks and disappears back into the lens. “Thought you were better than that.”

Your brows knit together.

“Are you trying to rile me up?” It was working. Curse you and your hot-head. It would get you killed one day.

Boothill grins.

Then, he raises his glass to you. “Yep.”

You wanted to pull him apart right there, like a doll.

Instead, you whisper, “tell me about La Mancha.”

Boothill casually sips the whiskey. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll dig up whatever I can find about that Acheron girl.”

Boothill then lets out a small giggle. “I already know who she is.” He wasn’t lying either. You could tell by how he grinned. “I was testin’ ya.”

Oh, great. He’s figured you out again. Not that there’s much to decode beneath the layer of self-doubt and hostility.

You could feel your face burning.

He grabs your cheeks before you can turn away.

“You ain’t here ‘cause you got some ‘puppy crush,’” he accused playfully, squishing your skin like it’s clay. “You already told me ya know everything about blondie. Who’re you really here for?”

He’s not stupid.

He’s also twirling a lock of his hair around his finger.

God damnit.

Your fingers curled tightly around the rim of your glass. The cucumber slice has since fallen into the cosmopolitan, and it’s giving the entire drink a strange watery taste.

The bar carries on. There’s a hoot from the table with blondie, who’s now, since the last time you stared daggers into the side of his head, collected some more of his poor opponent’s chips.

You pull your face from his grip. “Nobody.”

“Not even me?” Boothill presses. “You seem to love followin’ me around. In and out the dreamscape.”

You grit your teeth.

“The bartender,” you mutter finally. “I’m here for the bartender.” Currently, Gallagher is half asleep on the other side of the counter, trying to negotiate with some drunkard over the pricing of a scotch.

You eye him warily for a moment.

“There it is.” He pats your head like a dog. “Knew you’d come ‘round, pumpkin.”

You’re trembling with rage. “Kiss my ass, you cyborg scum.” You were considering throwing a punch at his perfect face.

“Rude.” Boothill flicks your nose back and you grunt. “I’m tryin’ to be nice wit’ you. You followed me here.”

You wanted to leave now. He sucks when he knows he has the upper hand, even if he’s well aware you can make his arms tear his own head off.

But you’re not going to do that. You need him. You made that clear.

The sound of a slot machine goes off somewhere to the right. There's cheering from a bunch of women.

You turn back and stare at the wall of liquor behind the bar. Maybe you should just knock yourself out. Whether by downing an entire bottle of bourbon or smashing it over your head. It was a hard choice to make.

You watch him through your peripherals, noticing he’s pinched a napkin from the pile on the counter.

“Lookin’ very pretty tonight, by the way. Hard to keep my eyes off ya.” He was writing something down with the pen from before. “If you were anyone else, I woulda had to take ya home. ‘Specially after ya bought me a drink.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Then, you pause. “Excuse me?”

Boothill folds the napkin into a square and holds it to your lips. “Open.”

“You are not–”

Too late. He’s pushed it to your teeth, and you instinctively clamp down on it.

Oh, this sucks. This sucks bad.

He knows it, too, from the way he’s grinning at you like a shark and snickering.

He presses his warm lips to your cheek. The scent of whiskey faintly wafts in the air.

You stupidly freeze, hands curled around his wrists when his cold hands tilt your head so the tip of his tongue can press to the corner of your lips. You could stop him. You could.

You didn’t.

You smell like strawberry, the same as that other night. You look just as good, too. Shame you haven’t put anything on your lips. He would’ve loved to be stained a nice pink again.

He slides his whiskey next to you.

Then, he finishes what’s left of your drink. Dickhead. “I’ll be ‘round if ya need me.” He taps your nose and stands up. “You know where to find me.”

With a tilt of his hat, he leaves.

You pull the napkin from your teeth. Are you serious?

Face burning with humiliation, you hastily unfold the tissue, fingers shaking around the glass of whiskey. It’s heavy on your tongue; disgusting, bitter, everything you’d use to describe that stupid cowboy and his abomination of a body.

Scrawled in blue ink is a line of numbers. It looked suspiciously like a phone number.

Below it in blocky letters are the words: Keep In touc H. ♡

There’s a crudely drawn horse with a hat in the corner.

[ioniansunsets]

Hello!! I love all the heartsteel writings you have done recently , they are really delightful to read with the effort and time you put in thank you!! Would it be okay to request a secanrio i have in mind :

Where reader was listening to heartsteel kayns playing the guitar and she gets dreamy , he teases her and offer up to teach her how to play the guitar. He could also drag her close to his lap for close-up demonstration. Reader is very aware of his heartbeat and stuff and kayn could tease more!

Whichever you're comfy and feel free to change if youd like, and take ur time with it!! ♡

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Teaching Reader the Guitar ✖

✖ Word Count: 891

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: Thanks for waiting! Sorry this took a while teehee I tried to make it fun for you.

----

It was a nice cool evening, the two of you just had dinner and you were lazing on his bed. Kayn was feeling like rocking out so he set up his electric guitar and was having a hell of a time just a few meters from you. You lean against the headboard, watching him from the bed. It was beautiful. Without a doubt. The soft expression on his face as he hums and strums, the way his fingers glide over the strings, the way his arm muscles tense as he presses down on the frets. You were in love, and if you weren't, just seeing him like this playing the guitar for you would have your heart stolen anyway. For someone so chaotic, he was almost angelically graceful when he gets so in the zone playing the guitar. It was so unlike his usual stage self like this. Playing a different tune from the usual genre you were used to hearing from him. Kayn calmly vibing instead of his chaotic high. It was Kayn playing this time, not the Rhaast you were used to seeing on stage.

His brows furrowed in concentration as his hands work away on the instrument. The way he seems so...at peace when he's playing the instrument. The beautiful melody and steady tapping of his feet just further draws you in. You can't help it, you really can't stop yourself from staring. He was beautiful like this. The way sweat slowly drips down his face. The small step he takes back as he balances himself when he really gets into it. No wonder he had so many fans. If you weren't so distracted you would have grabbed your charging phone and tried to sneak in a few photos. Smiling to yourself, you watched him intently, doing your best to commit this to your memory when his voice snapped you out of your daydream.

" Starstruck my love?"

He gives you a smug smile as he puts the guitar down by his desk and walks over to you. You wave off his comment and tell him how much you loved watching him play. It wasn't that you were starstruck, it was just that you loved him and he had his charms. Especially over you. Especially when he looked so cool...

" Do you want to try playing something? I could teach you. I'm generous that way."

He bends over the edge of the bed, giving you a chaste kiss before smirking again. Hands behind his head as he looks at you.

"A private lesson from the Amazing Kayn of Heartsteel is something most fans would die for you know~"

You wanted to scoff and reject him but honestly, it was a nice way to understand him better. A pleasant excuse to get closer, share a new hobby, how could you say no. So of course you agree.

Excitedly, he grabs you and pulls you over to his chair by his desk. Sitting down, Kayn pats his lap, signaling you to join him. You raise a brow but his arms are already snaking around your waist, pulling you down. He adjusts some things on the sleek guitar before placing it comfortably on your lap. Your heart races as his arms wrap around you to hold the instrument. Sure he was just holding the guitar in place but you could feel his breath on your neck, his strong chest against your back, the small twitch in his leg as you adjust yourself, the rhythming thumping of his own heart. Ok, you were going to try and commit this feeling to memory too.

" Hmm...let's start with something simple. We'll get you used to like, some easy strumming pattern or something first. Easier stuff."

Kayn's fingers ghost over yours, gently moving your fingers into place, lightly pressing them down onto the frets for you. His other hand passing you his guitar pick as he gently holds your wrist. He leans his chin on your shoulder as he helps you move your hand. A shiver running down your spine as you feel his warmth slowly spread across your body from the close proximity. Kayn's hand begins to move, rhythming a slow down down up down beat. A simple beat that you've heard in other pop songs before. It was nice to listen to, Kayn already humming a little tune before he stops to speak.

" Wow you're doing good~ "

You almost yelp as his deep voice whispers into your ears. Way to close than you were used to. The way his breath hit the edge of your ears just send an almost instant blush across your features. He notices you jump a little, another playful smirk now plastered across his face as he sees you turn red.

" Oh? Feeling more than the music darling?"

Another accursed deep sultry whisper into your ears. Kayn leaning in closer to give the edge of your ears a teasing lick before you turn to glare at him flustered.

" Sorry can't help it, you were too cute all blushy like that in my lap."

He almost purrs into your ears, you can feel the deep rumble of his voice against your body in the closeness. Ah, what did you get yourself into by agreeing to this. You close your eyes and sigh as he lightly presses a kiss against your neck.

[doodle-girl]

The Monsters of Eastridge: DOAI Playlist

Description: At this point, might as well make a playlist for everything. Welcome to my own personal demon-filled hell, this is mostly based on lyrics, vibes, or both 🎃 (Edit: Due to recent fixations, this now also includes some Sitcom AU stuff.)

(Yeah this is made mostly for @spookmuth but also just anyone else who’s interested in my music taste/how my thoughts work. Will update the post whenever the playlist updates, have fun! Also footnotes will be in brackets because I like footnotes)

Edit: Now on spotify! Courtesy of @witheredallium <3

“Happy Face” by Jagwar Twin [I have had an animatic for this jangling around my brain for actual several months oh my god]

“Turn the Lights Off” by Tally Hall

“A1 - It’s just a burning memory” by The Caretaker [Yeah idk how well this actually fits since it’s based on a song from like. The 30s. But I think it’s obligatory for any analog horror ever lol]

"I Can't Decide" by The Scissor Sisters [This one I got inspo from havoc-bloom's playlist/clip of Pastra finding it. A few of these are, actually, lol] [Edit: I have now realized just how well this fits Clyde in the sitcom au and I am once again plagued by art ideas 👀]

"I'M Sane" by Axie [Me when I torture the innocent with horrid monsters and become one myself. but I'm a little silly about it teehee~ 😜]

"The Circus" by Toby Fox [This popped up on shuffle when I was drawing Clyde once and my brain refused to let go of the vibes™ ever since]

"Animal Cannibal (Possibly in Michigan)" by Buckshot Princess [I would've put the one by Karen Skladany but it's not on apple music 😔 sad. This cover's really nice tho]

"The Dismemberment Song" by Blue Kid [Same reasoning as "I'M Sane," nyehehe. Also this song really feels like it's ripped out of a musical number. If you told me it was I'd believe you.]

"The Mind Electric" by Miracle Musical

"Horror Show" by K-Modo [You ever just. Think about why Lankmann does the things he did? Like what's his game here?]

"Dance of Corpse (feat. Hatsune Miku)" by Kikuo [this might also spiral into an animatic lol. Anyway do me a solid and go look up the music video, turn on the official english subtitles and come back to me.]

"The Nowhere King" by The Centaurworld Cast

"Nothing Changes" by Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer, and Kay Trinidad [this musical makes me feel. so many things. And I just think the vibes/lyrics of "why try when you'll only end in misery" might fall into the category of vibes here idk idk]

"Murders" by Miracle Musical

"Kitchen Fork" by Jack Conte [I don't remember exactly why I put this here rn but I just know this is an Alex song. It's so beautifully haunting and passionate stg] [Edit: yeah definitely an Alex song]

"Meet Me in the Woods" by Lord Huron ['kay I know the vibes are probably off but look at the lyrics and tell me it shouldn't go here]

"A Crow's Trial" by Vane Lily [Look man I can’t explain this one exactly but just trust me on it]

"You're F****d" by Ylvis [Yeah I put this one here as a joke song. Every single character in here is SO doomed by the narrative, I'm sorry Alex but it's true. teehee~]

"UNCANNY / ft. KAFU" by kian [I actually couldn't find this one on apple music but galactinqq was right about this being an Alex song and I'm putting it on the post]

"Raising the Dead!" by Jessica Law [Styx, you madlad, this is SUCH a Lankmann song oh my god]

“Hymn for a Scarecrow” by Tally Hall [“Simon isn’t even in the series yet, though” My guy it’s called Hymn for a Scarecrow and it’s Tally Hall what else do you want me to do. I love Simon so much I miss him already <3]

“Break My Mind” by DAGames

“In the Mood” by Glenn Miller [this one was in Vol 1! So I found it and I’m putting it here <3]

“Pictures” by Kyle Allen Music [I mean technically the series is videos but whatever. This song fits sue me]

“Ruler of Everything” by Tally Hall [I saw the words “mechanical hands” on a DOAI fanart once and it jumpstarted an idea that refuses to leave me. Turns out it fits VERY well holy crap]

"I'll Be There for You (Theme from Friends)" by The Rembrandts [shoutout to froggydrawz's own sitcom AU playlist for more material for me eheheheh ✌️ I'll be putting a few of those here]

"I'm Still Standing" by Taron Egerton [sitcom exclusive because canon Alex is fucking dead /lh]

"Digital Silence" by Peter McPoland

"How Far We've Come" by Matchbox Twenty [another sitcom one nyehehehe. This AU has me by a chokehold unlike any other AU I've been into istg]

"Who is She (Reprise)" by Kimiko Glenn [I apologize for those who came here for a normie-ass DOAI playlist, I promise it started out that way but y'know that's fixations for ya. Anyways I added this one on a whim because it gave off veldigun!Alex AU vibes. Might fit with other stuff idk do with that what you will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

"Soft Bitch" by Rio Romeo [pretty sure it was spookmuth that made a sitcom AU art inspired by this song and I love it]

"Runaway" by AURORA [secret-spirit if you see this at all just know this was your doing (/pos). This is like, my favorite AURORA song and seeing you do an Alex art in the whiteboard to this song sparked a primal "holy shit" moment in me]

"Lose Control" by Teddy Swims [I was doodling in the DOAI whiteboard when my mamá started playing this in the other room and my brain immediately went "oh my god what if Clyde and Winfrey"]

"Soft Apocalypse" by Charming Disaster [Once again, everybody give it up for Styx's music taste, this is making my brainworms go mad with art ideas 👏👏👏 sitcom AU song, btw]

Side note, might hit a word limit here? So Imma have to continue this list in a reblog, just look through those for more if ya want✌️

[rainworld-name-verifier]

A bunch of iterator names. They seem... a bit familiar, yuh?

Introduction to the Snow

Black Rainbows

White Ball

Murders of Murderers

Seven Space Stations

Mind Electric

Labyrinth Maze

Stranded Lullaby

Dream Sweet in sea Major

And finally: Miracle Musical

Teehee :3

I swear these sound familiar, I may be stupid.

Valid

[michiberry-isgay]

After what I wish wasn’t a week of designing, I proudly chuck at your face a ChocoFait kid!!!!!!! >_<

Yeah, I was trying to make a design that had a kind of even balance between inherited traits (Also enjoy vitiligo because fuck yeah)

I don’t mind if you make your own ChocoFait kids canon as in being siblings with this girl! If anything I encourage it teehee ^^

Random info

-Choco Syrup is partially blind, as not only does her mom wear glasses but her dad is kinda missing and eye sooooo yeah…

-Syrup loves listening to happy Vocaloid songs with her parents! :D

-When she gets older, Syrup wants to play the electric keyboard!

that’s all folks! (For now hummm……)

[violetsareblue-selfships]

#29. Pumpkin / Lantern

Selfshiptober 2024 | [WC: 380] / teehee it's his birthday so i lined up the prompt (and yes it's not Lantern Rite yet but shhh) anyways~ i hope you enjoy this :3

An imperceptible silence falls over Liyue City as the minutes pass, every citizen's eyes pointed toward the sky. It's an electric feeling like none other than April or Kazuha have experienced. Only festivals and celebrations give a similar feeling, but Lantern Rite triumphs over all.

"Ready?" Kazuha asks softly, smiling softly when flames dance across her fingertips, his ruby eyes reflecting the light beautifully.

"Mm-hmm…" April murmurs, lighting the two lanterns they made with her Vision. The warm glow illuminates their hiding place and they share a soft look.

"Three. Two. One," Kazuha mouths along with the countdown he can faintly hear in the city.

As other lanterns are released into the air, they both gently guide their lanterns to join the rest. A burst of wind from his Vision ensures their ascent, allowing them to seamlessly blend in among everyone else's lanterns.

Their hands silently find each other as they take in the beautiful sight of the lanterns floating into the sky. April silently leans closer, resting her head against his shoulder as her mind fills with wishes for the future.

"The fireworks are about to start," He murmurs softly, and sure enough, barely a minute passes before the sky is filled with all sorts of colors.

The atmosphere is unmatched. Kazuha turns to look at her, something softening in his chest at how blissful she looks. He gently squeezes her hand before letting go of it in favor of wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer.

"Did you make your wishes?" He asks, his voice barely audible over the crackles and pops of the fireworks.

April nods and he smiles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. "So did I. I have a feeling our wishes will come true."

She smiles back at that. Of course, hers will. All she wants is to spend the coming year by his side and make new memories with him. So long as they're together, anything could happen and she'd be fine with it.

"Yeah. I think they will," She murmurs. Somehow she's certain that his wishes are similar. They've always been rather similar.

But for now, they settle in and watch the lanterns and the fireworks, enjoying it more with their beloved by their side.

[puuuders]

Aaaaah q&a stuff

1. What's your favorite TerzOmega dynamic? (ofthemorningstars)

I love ressurected Terzo, so definitely the relationship after that. I have an entire story in my pea sized brain for that. I imagine copia ressurects all of his brothers after sister imperator dies. Omega loses his mind for a little bit and avoids terzo, but then he gives it a chance and becomes ultra possessive, protective and paranoid. They end up moving out and living together and live happily ever after :3 

2. Do you prefer writing or making art? (Ofthemorningstars) 

I guess it depends. My art is very basic, I do not put a lot of time into my art. I do put a lot of time into writing, but I am not a great writer. I love both, but for big projects I prefer to write, and smaller I prefer to draw. 

3. How does it feel to find love on tumblr? (Ofthemorningstars) 

Couldn't ask for anything better

4. What has been making you distracted? 🤨 (evereverest2) 

mmmmmh see photo above babygirl (you)

5. What inspires you most to create? (evereverest2) 

 You probably noticed that 90% of my drawings are based on other people's work. I really like making fanart, as I am actually not a creative person. So definitely other people's amazing projects inspires me the most :3 

6. What is your favorite thing to draw? (Evereverest2) 

Semi-realistic portraits. I don't share those much bc idk if you would like that kind of stuff but here's some from my ghost shrine:

7. Do you have any plans for Pursuit of Something Better? How long will it be, etc. (Evereverest2) 

I have lots of plans for it. Im not sure how long it will be, but I know it will end abruptly. Also there will be a very big terzomega theme to it teehee I can't resist writing about my pookie bears. It will be mostly angst, maybe some smut but I don't know for sure yet. I know y'all hornballs would like that huh? (Me too) 

8. What got you into ghost? (Sp1ll3d1nk) 

Back in my youth (when I was in 9th grade like 2020), I was a brainrot ifunny user. I abandoned ifunny bc it got too political lol. But I was scrolling on ifunny and I came across a video and it had year zero playing in the background. I liked it so I checked the comments and someone said “is that a mother fucking ghost reference?” So I looked it up. This may hurt some of yalls feelings… but I thought ghost sucked at first bc I listened to a song that I shant name to avoid offending y'all lmao. I just didn't like it so I abandoned it. Then, I came across Square Hammer a few months later. Boner alert. Addiction started. So I got into ghost bc of ifunny lmao

9. Idk why but you seem like you were a band kid is that true? (Sp1ll3d1nk) 

LMAO that's a great headcanon. I really wanted to be in band because I really like playing piano, and my school had a few pianos. But for some reason students weren't able to play them in band, and like all of the other instruments were wind instruments and I didn't wanna play a wind instrument

10. What other things do you do besides art? (Anon 1) 

Other than rotting in my room drawing a gay couple, I really like physical activities. I regularly go to playgrounds and trampoline parks lol. I also love rollerskating and fishing

11. Are you and everest actually a couple- I REALLY CAN'T TELL I'M SORRY (anon 2) 

I think this person is anonymous bc they're jealous /j

No, we aren't actually dating... Yet. Teehee

12. What other music do you like besides Ghost (anon 3) 

Ahh I don't mean to sound like a poser /j, but Ghost is really the only metal band I like. I really like Red Hot Chili Peppers, Electric Light Orchestra (ELO), The Beatles, Queen, Elton John, mostly rock. I suppose Ghost does fall into the rock category too. A pretty obscure band I recently talked about with someone is Steam Powered Giraffe, they are very interesting individuals. 

Anyways that's all thank you pookies mwah time to work on Wounded

[cursedfell]

[ slow motion ]　一　suguru to satoru even more teehee

[ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation

satoru  doesn’t  expect  it,  the  sudden  tug  that  halts  his  retreat,  suguru’s  fingers  curling  around  his  wrist  with  a  firm,  unyielding  grip.  the  touch  sends  a  shock  through  him,  an  electric  thrill  that  courses  down  his  spine.  suguru’s  hand  is  warm  against  his  skin,  too  real  and  close  for  comfort,  and  it  takes  satoru  a  heartbeat  to  realize  that  his  infinity  is  off—he  had  let  it  down  without  thinking,  let  suguru  reach  him.

before  he  can  question  himself,  before  he  can  understand  why  he  left  himself  exposed  like  that,  suguru  pulls  him  back,  and  in  an  instant,  he’s  there—closer  than  he’s  ever  been.  satoru’s  breath  hitches  as  suguru’s  lips  find  his,  and  the  world  around  them  fades,  the  moment  stretching  into  eternity  as  though  time  itself  has  slowed  to  a  crawl.

the  kiss  is  a  collision,  a  meeting  of  fire  and  ice.  satoru’s  mind  blanks  as  he  feels  the  press  of  suguru’s  mouth,  the  way  it  moves  over  his  with  a  purpose  that’s  both  gentle  and  insistent.  there’s  an  ache  that  starts  in  his  chest,  spreading  outwards  with  every  slow,  deliberate  brush  of  suguru’s  lips,  as  though  he’s  trying  to  memorize  every  contour,  every  taste,  every  stolen  second.  it’s  filled  with  all  the  tension  that’s  always  crackled  between  them—years  of  unspoken  words,  of  anger  and  longing,  of  being  enemies  when  once  they  were  everything  to  each  other.

satoru  leans  in  despite  himself,  his  hands  finding  their  way  to  suguru’s  shoulders,  grasping  at  his  coat  as  if  to  pull  him  closer,  to  feel  more  of  him.  his  heart  is  pounding  in  his  ears,  and  the  slow  motion  of  the  kiss  only  heightens  every  sensation:  the  heat  of  suguru’s  breath,  the  subtle  tilt  of  his  head,  the  way  his  fingers  tighten  just  slightly  around  satoru’s  wrist,  like  he  doesn’t  want  to  let  him  go.  there’s  a  quiet  desperation  in  the  way  satoru  kisses  him  back,  a  need  that  burns  in  his  veins,  a  hunger  that’s  impossible  to  satisfy.

he  hates  himself  for  wanting  this,  for  wanting  suguru  when  he’s  sworn  to  stop  him.  but  in  this  moment,  nothing  else  matters—neither  the  war  they’re  fighting  nor  the  fate  of  the  world  that  hangs  in  the  balance.  all  that  exists  is  suguru’s  mouth  against  his,  the  slide  of  their  lips,  the  heat  that  builds  slowly,  inevitably,  as  satoru’s  tongue  tentatively  brushes  against  suguru’s  lower  lip,  seeking  entrance.

suguru  grants  it,  and  the  kiss  deepens,  becoming  something  darker,  something  raw  and  untamed.  satoru  can  taste  the  bitterness  on  suguru’s  tongue,  the  taste  of  a  man  who’s  chosen  destruction,  but  he  drinks  it  in  anyway,  craves  it  like  a  dying  man  craves  air.  he  pours  everything  into  that  kiss—his  frustration,  his  longing,  the  unspoken  plea  that  maybe,  just  maybe,  there’s  still  something  worth  saving  in  suguru.

it  feels  like  it  lasts  forever  and  not  nearly  long  enough  when  suguru  finally  pulls  back,  his  breathing  ragged,  his  grip  on  satoru’s  wrist  loosening.  satoru’s  lips  part  slightly  as  though  to  chase  after  him,  as  though  to  ask  for  more,  but  the  words  die  in  his  throat.  his  chest  is  heaving,  his  whole  body  thrumming  with  the  aftershocks  of  what  just  happened,  and  all  he  can  do  is  stare  into  suguru’s  eyes,  dark  and  unreadable,  as  though  searching  for  some  kind  of  answer.

"why  now?"  satoru’s  voice  is  barely  a  whisper,  a  crack  in  the  silence  that  surrounds  them.  he  doesn’t  know  what  he’s  asking—why  suguru  kissed  him,  why  he  let  it  happen,  why  the  two  of  them  are  standing  here  as  though  the  world  isn’t  breaking  apart  at  the  seams  because  of  them.

suguru  doesn’t  respond,  just  lets  his  hand  slip  from  satoru’s  wrist  and  turns  to  walk  away,  leaving  satoru  standing  there,  his  lips  still  tingling  from  the  kiss,  his  heart  still  aching  with  the  burn  of  wanting  someone  he  can  never  truly  have.

someone  he'll  never  reach.

[mantisgodiveblog]

Yes, you saw the ‘incorrect answers in the tutorial’ moment!! Loop’s ‘Teehee’ made me break into giggles when I first saw this scene. (The Pokemon type chart made me crack up- rock, paper, scissors, dragon, electric-). I’ve never thought of why tonics are absolutely everywhere. I guess it’s like having medicine ora first aid kit? And double interaction with craftonomy book! Love to see it. The low health, time freeze and death portraits are very good. ‘Lie More Actually’ is a take I’ve not seen.

Who keeps a first aid kid next to their bed instead of in the bathroom??? What are you gonna do? Bleed on your bed and all your nice bedding while bandaging yourself up? Put those somewhere you WON'T bleed on everything while fetching them.

We are an enthusiast of harming people and also an enthusiast of fucked up perceptions and lying. If you can't be genuine, then at least make those lies entertaining. We aren't here for a grounded discussion on our personal facts right now, are we? We're here to fight the king and if it's a time loop you should absolutely start ignoring your personal morals and just straight up lying about shit. Monotony is a mind-killer. To have everything be the same, day after day, and never get better, will ceaselessly fuck up your brain. You need variety to survive. You need to start setting off butterflies to make things react off of each other or you'll go insane.

Ideally, Siffrin would be open with his friends about the time loop. Since we do not think he will be honest with his friends about the time loop without, like, an entire 50k word fix-it fic's worth of character development, as his archetype is prone to doing, we think that Siffrin should start lying to his friends more to introduce additional variables to the time loop and make future loops more entertaining. We think this will improve things. Also, it will be funny to US, and that's what matters. If you're trapped in a time loop with the same handful of people for the forseeable future then the least you can do is start introducing bizarrely specific false impressions to the pool so you don't just spend the time loop repeating the EXACT same thing over and over.

Listen, a day and a half isn't all that much to work with, but if you can work out the impressions that people are more likely to buy into from trial and error you should be able to eventually figure out what you need to say to someone to convince them that the reason Mirabelle is immune to time freeze is because The King used to be someone important to her who was corrupted and whose last fragments still recognize her. Sure, this would collapse in on you in a longer scenario, but it'll be really fun to watch play out while it lasts. We are not concerned about debating the ethics or morality of this because the time sloop means that there will be no long-term consequences.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I would totally let Lalo drug me. I would eat the delicious meal he made for me, pretending I didn’t see him slip something in it, and I would let him do whatever he wanted to me 💗

ANON

YOUR

FUCKING

MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

intox is easily my biggest kink u don’t understand 🥺🥺🥺 hope u like it i started this while i was incredibly high

warning: intox kink, dubcon/noncon/cnc. dead dove do not eat

i know this man has an unfathomable tolerance for substances. he’s insane. he literally just does a bump of coke like it’s nothing just so he can say “bro this shit sucks 🤢”

he works for a drug cartel. you know he’s got GOOD shit. whatever you can think of he can get for y’all

he gets the best weed you’ve ever had and y’all jerk each other off after smoking a bowl together.

he cooks you the best goddamn meal you’ve ever had and oopsie he used shrooms or molly in the sauce so now you’re tripping balls teehee.

he can tell when it kicks in. your pupils dilate, your heart is pounding, and you go fucking dumb.

when it does he just taps your forehead and goes "hello? anybody in there?" and then laughs and pulls you into his lap

and fucks you STUPID

his touch feels fucking electric and he's so fucking gorgeous and amazing and oh my god he's perfect it's all so beautiful and hey are the walls melting oh well what can ya do it looks pretty everything's pretty 😵‍💫

when you're drugged you're rambling incoherently like that and he's just smiling and nodding along. he loves how sensitive and loopy you get when you're drugged. it's so cute! he'd pet your head like a cute little puppy and ruffle your hair

he's got his hands on your hips and he's bouncing you on his cock while you just have your mouth hanging open, tongue out and drooling, eyes glazed over as he fucks you.

he'd also talk in spanish more bc there's no way you're understanding him regardless.

"sí, chiquito, como eso. está bien. no tienes que pensar. déjame hacer todo el trabajo. ¿te sientes bien, cierto? te amo como esto, se ves tan tontito ahorita, mi conejito. mi conejito lindo." (yeah, baby boy, like that. that's good. you don't have to think. just let me do all the work. it feels good, yeah? i love you like this. you look so silly right now, my little bunny. my cute little bunny.)

he's not gonna stop until you pass out btw (and even if you do there's no guarantee he's stopping anyway)

[eggyboyoart]

Handsome 2.0

Just a young artist thirsting over people who don't exist lol.

A general warning, I do enjoy horror and 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (suggestive/nsft) content - so all content like that will have the appropriate warnings.

Please do consider buying me a coffee on my Kofi if you’re feeling generous

Also here is the link to my carrd, please do check it out.

You can find me elsewhere on:

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Masterlist below - Please be respectful :D

No Title - Izuku Midoriya x GN Reader (TW: angst with comfort, slightly yandere/worshipping vibes??, religious commentary - approx. 700 words)

Dabi brainrot - League meme post (TW: food - less than 100 words)

Domestic Bliss - Shoto Todoroki x GN Reader Crack Fic (TW: Shoto being bad at cooking, fluff/crack, mentions of vomit/throwing up/gagging, Shoto being hopelessly oblivious - approx. 1800 words)

Time Freezing Quirk Theory - what it would be like to be able to freeze time in the mha universe (TW: stealing (money/objects/classified information), murder (slitting throats), psychological confusion caused by quirk-usage, nose bleeding, ear bleeding, eye bleeding, passing out - approx. 500 words)

The Quest for the Furnace - ONLY ON AO3 - canon-divergent parody of JTTW with members of the brotherhood and you :D (TW: dadcaque, tags to be added)

LMK Six Eared Macaque - silly goofy guy headcanons :D (TW: top surgery scars (we luv) - approx. 500 words)

LMK Azure Lion - silly goofy lion headcanons :D (TW: Azure with lion traits supremacy lol - approx. 500 words)

LMK Red Son - silly bull prince headcanons :D (TW: Agender Red Son (WE LOVE HER) - approx. 500 words)

LMK Tang - silly little cicada headcanons :D (TW: Smoking herbs, hoarding - approx. 500 words)

LMK Peng - silly girlypop bird bitch :D (TW: punching children, discussion of insecurity - approx. 500 words)

Liar - You and Peng fight; its not pretty (TW: blood, sharp weapon (spear), physical violence, claws, reader is part dragon, peng and reader fight, reader gets a solid wallop on peng's face - approx. 1000 words)

LMK MK - silly GAY GAY GAY baby monkie man (TW: none - approx. 500 words)

LMK Sun Wukong - silly stinky monkey loser (TW: wukong not bathing lol - approx. 500 words)

NU: carnival harem and if they would/would not fuck their clone - teehee :3 (TW: NSFW +18, mentions of 'hate-sex' (the violent kind), spitroasting and general NSFW themes :D - approx. 1300 words)

Kuya Misc. Headcanon - Kuya and drinks (TW: kuya :D - less than 100 words)

Yakumo Misc. Headcanon - Yakumo and drinks (TW: cutest little snake man ever, and kuya ig (reblogged from kuya and drinks soo..) - less than 100 words)

NU: carnival Drink HCs - Aster, Edmond and Olivine and what drinks they like :) - (TW: drinking blood (Aster obvs), a raging sweet-tooth and 'making a mess' - approx. 300 words)

Yakumo dating HCs - I LOVE YAKUMO RAHH- - (TW: poly yakumo/eiden/you ig? (yakumo has two hands), cutie-patootie - approx. 500 words)

Kuya dating HCs - Kuya, my husband - (TW: typical kuya behaviour, uncharacteristically soft Kuya (that fox is a big baby, change my mind-) - approx. 600 words)

Capitano/Assistant brainrot - Capitano and Sassy Assistant GN Reader (TW: princess as a joking nickname (referring to self) - less than 100 words)

SAGAU Winged Creator - Fun lil’ Xiao and Winged Creator brainrot (TW: heights (flying with wings), massage, could be interpreted platonic or romantic, could also be interpreted as suggestive at the end - approx. 400 words)

Scara Drawing + Body hcs - Emo Scara and ‘doll’/body hcs (TW: broken porcelain, electricity/electro, electrocuting ppl, stabbing ppl, - approx. 200 words)

Modern College Scara - Scara being attracted to idiots/you (TW: Scara calling you dumb and stupid - less than 100 words)

SAGAU creator speaking to animals - crack, pure crack and meme shit abt the creator being able to talk to animals and turns out, animals are assholes :| (TW: swearing, animals beating ppl up - approx. 200 words)

‘Wolf Day’ - Shaw pack headcanons/brainrot (TW: wolves - approx. 150 words)

Mate Job headcanons - Shaw Pack’s Mate’s Jobs (TW: cooking food/hospitality industry - approx. 560 words)

D.A.M.N. headcanons - D.A.M.N. squad headcanons (TW: talk of weapons for decorative purposes, drunkingly making out?? - approx 280 words)

Darlin’ brainrot - Shifted Darlin’ brainrot (TW: wolf - less than 100 words)

Magical theory - Fun theories about the applications of magic (TW: brief mention of gold being imbedded into skin (no blood/gore) - approx. 200 words)

Darlin’ craft store - Darlin’ owning a craft store + chaotic vamp fam (TW: none - approx. 100 words)

Darlin’ and Bright Eyes brainrot - most badass duo stg (TW: none - less than 100 words)

Darlin’ and Bright Eyes headcanons - my two faves being friends :D (TW: talk of, and I quote, ‘fucking a bitch up’ - approx. 350 words)

Lasko headcanons - Lasko being a secret hoe (TW: spicy clothes, innuendos? implied sexy times with Gavin (as per usual) - less than 100 words)

Dom Lasko headcanon - small hc about Lasko as a dom :D (TW: lasko’s irresistable sex appeal - approx. 200 words)

D.A.M.N. boy + Imperium AU headcanons - drawings abt how I think the D.A.M.N. boys look/dress like + Imperium AU as well (TW: sexiness, scars from being attacked, failed assassination attempt - approx. 700 words)

Camelopardalis/Freelancer brainrot - Freelancer relentlessly flirting with Cam :D (TW: Cam being easily flustered, Freelancer loving every moment of it - approx. 100 words)

Asset brainrot - Asset being a curious nuisance :)) (TW: none - less than 100 words)

Freelancer Revenge - Freelancer revenge brainrot during the E&E games (TW: Kody, fantastic memes - less than 100 words)

Just Grell - I love Grell sm (TW: amazing, beautiful woman - less than 100 words)

Julian’s route brainrot - brainrotting about the Apprentice, Portia, Asra and Julian’s death (TW: SPOILERS FOR JULIAN’S ROUTE, angst, little to no comfort, death, plague/sickness, incurable disease, not eating/drinking/moving for days, emotionally/mentally breaking down, crying, Apprentice really goes through it - approx. 650 words)

Stanley Parable Theory - stanley parable x presentable liberty thepry (TW: deadly virus, dying to said deadly virus, ghosts, haunting - approx. 250 words)

No Title - Handplates mini fic (TW: forgetting, gaster spoliers ig?? - approx. 150 words)

Underclash - Undertale au idea (TW: gladiator fights, fighting/killing for fun, being forced to fight for your life - approx. 

Asbestos theory - Asbestos in the facility and Chell’s life expectancy (TW: Asbestos related disease/cancer/sickness, Portal 2 spoilers? - approx. 250 words)

Your Favourite Human Hosts(TM) - brainrot abt Solomon and MC having a podcast (TW: lucifer’s ass - less than 100 words)

Rich MC Obey me! AU - Obey Me! AU where MC is like RICH rich, featuring; Asmodeus, Mammon and Leviathan (TW: money, BIG money times - approx. 300 words)

Beach Funtimes - unhinged MC, Diavolo and Lucifer :) (TW: mention of Dia's impeccable tiddies, being generally annoying toward Lucifer :), poetic rizz - less than 100 words)

Your Favourite Human Hosts (TM) pt2 - more about MC and Solomon's Morning News Podcast (TW: licking door knobs and that making ppl sick, fist fighting - approx. 250 words)

Too Far From Home - original space alien horror story (TW:  space, sci fi? murderous alien/space monster, blood, guts, gore, head wound, stomach wound, excessive use of the word moist and wet and other variations, off screen murder, implied murder at the end, not reader insert - approx. 1600 words)

S.A.P. (Super Abilities Project) - old story idea (TW: being submerged underwater for a long period of time, stressful/life threatening situations, being ‘stretched’ in a experimental/torture scenario, being electrocuted, being experimented on/tortured - approx. 250 words)

Project Control - an old story idea from like, 2017-2018 (TW: science experiments, ‘monster’/not human test subjects, murder of a test subject - approx. 600 words)

Project Control 2 - Test Subject 1 and 3 (TW: wack ass drawings/old art style, ‘monsters/test subjects’ (no gore), disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance. humans being experimented on, a child being suicidal - approx. 250 words)

Project Control 3 - Test Subject 4 (TW: conjoined twins, old art style, ‘monster’/non-human test subject, disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance, humans being experimented on, two humans being ‘merged’ into one monster? - approx. 150 words)

[moonferry]

omgg hey guys.. guess whos back with more writing. teehee this time it's sambastian *yay* . anyway i hope you enjoy this. of course, i have two versions because im a little varmint and i couldn't decide. this version will be posted with a link to the other (another ao3 exclusive. sorry folks.) anyway let's get to it.

title: strawberries and cigarettes

pairing: sam x sebastian

fandom: stardew valley

word count: 1385

genre: ??? i cant think of one im sorry nothing bad dw

warnings: cigarette use, swearing

ao3 link:

The two had just finished a rather long game of “the solarian chronicles” and decided to relax on Sebastian's couch. Now, this wasn’t unusual, as they almost always ended up curled up on his couch and - more often than not - fell asleep (likely because their sessions lasted way longer than anyone had thought and Sam would get scolded for returning home at such a “dreadful hour”. Not like Sebastian’s family minded - they barely went into his basement of a bedroom, anyway. 

So the two curled up against each other. However, something seemed… different about this time - to Sam at least. He was acutely aware of just how physically close he was to Sebastian. It wasn’t a bad experience, no, it was just a little confusing. He had never cared before, so why did his skin feel electric whenever it brushed against the fabric of Sebastian’s sleeve and why did he feel a lump form in his throat when his best friend sent a look his way. Sam’s heart was pounding but he was broken out of his stupor by Sebastian taking another drag of his cigarette. 

“You shouldn’t smoke so much, you know,” Sam protested, a small frown creeping across his face. 

“Yeah? What makes you say that?” Sebastian retorted as he brought the cigarette back to his lips

Sam thought for a moment, trying to find evidence for his argument, “Science? I don’t know, man. It’s just bad for you.” He slumped back against the couch and crossed his arms.

This gained an eyebrow raise from Sebastian, his lips forming into a thin line, “Sam, if you truly cared about something being ‘bad for you,’ you wouldn’t be friends with me.” Sebastian noted the slight shift in Sam’s posture at his response and playfully punched his arm to lighten the mood, “I mean, didn’t your mom call me a bad influence the day we met?” 

Sam rolled his eyes before nodding, “I guess you’re right. She nearly had a heart attack when she found out you smoked.” This caused a chuckle to erupt from Sebastian and the unexpected sound nearly made Sam’s breath hitch in his throat. He’d heard that sound so many times before, so why was it affecting him so much now? Maybe he was just tired. It was a long day, after all. He shook his head to clear his strange thoughts. 

Sebastian took yet another hit of his cigarette, the smell of smoke filling the room as he exhaled. The smell of smoke clung to everything about him: his clothes, his hair, and even his breath.Sebastian moved the object around the edges of his lips, deep in thought. Maybe Sam was right - he shouldn’t smoke so much.Sam glanced at Sebastian, his eyes darting back and forth as Sebastian’s lips perched against the end of his cigarette. A waft of the smell entered Sam’s nose and his thoughts began to run rampant once again. He couldn’t help but wonder: if Sebastian smelled like this, how did he taste? 

  Sebastian glanced over at Sam’s ogling before extinguishing the butt of his cig, crushing into the ashtray on the table in front of him, “If you want one, you could always ask, Sammy.” 

Sam made an embarrassed movement of rubbing the back of his neck and let out a small sigh. That’s what he was curious about - the cigarette, nothing else, right? He shook his head, “You caught me. But you know I don’t smoke, man.” He didn’t know who he was trying to fool more: himself or Sebastian. Judging by the look he received from Sebastian, Sam didn’t know how much the other boy believed so he moved to defend himself, “Seriously, I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 

Sebastian nodded, seemingly accepting this answer for the time being. He leaned back against the couch and busied himself with a nearby comic book. Sam tried to relax, too, but there was a small voice nagging at the back of his mind. It seemed to want something and wouldn’t shut up until its hunger was satiated. 

Before Sam could control himself, he blurted out, “Kiss me.” 

Sebastian’s eyes widened and he glanced confusedly at his friend, “What?” 

This was it, Sam could take it all back and act like nothing happened. He could curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment. But did he want that? Honestly, he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He debated his choices before speaking again - with much less confidence than before, - “Kiss me” Sam gulped and immediately regretted his choice and began stammering, “I mean- you don’t.. You don’t have to- I was just joke-'' 

But Sam didn’t get to finish his sentence before Sebastian leaned in and connected their lips.Sam’s eyes widened, his cheeks turning a shade of red that he wasn’t sure was humanly possible, and then he closed his eyes and returned the kiss. 

It felt like electricity was dancing across his skin, like he was being burned, and like icicles were creeping up his spine. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Sam’s hand instinctively moved to the back of Sebastian’s neck - the iciness of the shorter boy’s skin clashing with the clammy warmth of Sam’s hands. Everything felt upside down yet completely right-side-up. He wasn’t sure what was doing more loops - his head or his heart. 

After a while, Sebastian parted his lips and the familiar urge overtook Sam. He didn’t even hesitate before deepening the kiss. The faint smoke on Sebastian’s breath seemed to drive Sam wild. It was intoxicating and far more enticing than any pizza he’s ever had - and Sam loved pizza, like.. A lot. However, it wasn’t the remnants of nicotine that was messing with Sam’s head; it was Sebastian. 

Sebastian seemed to taste exactly as Sam had imagined and that seemed to draw him in even more. If he didn’t need to breathe, he would have swam in the taste of Sebastian’s lips forever, but unfortunately, he needs to breathe. Sam pulled away with a loud, very unglamorous gasp for air. His face was much redder than before -  it even seemed to blend in with the t-shirt he was wearing, which was a deep maroon color. 

Sam took a few breaths and began recovering from his almost-asphyxiation-but-not-quite experience. It didn’t help that every breath he took seemed to be filled with only the scent of Sebastian - even the faint notes of peach shampoo that Sebastian swore he didn’t use. 

“You okay?” Sebastian spoke, concerned layered in his “too-cool-to-care” voice persona. He gently placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder and waited for a response. Sebastian’s own cheeks were a light pink and his lips slightly swollen from Sam’s intensity. Needless to say, he didn’t expect this to happen- not that he was complaining, though. Sam tasted like the ripest strawberries, fresh off the vine, and the feeling of a summer breeze against your face. It was refreshing, in a way, but definitely not something Sebastian was used to. Who knows? Maybe he could get used to it. 

Sam finally regained his composure and nodded at the previous question. “That was interesting,” he spoke, adding his typical jokiness to make himself seem less flustered. 

Sebastian formed his lips into a line once again, glancing down at his hands. “Yeah, interesting.” He began fidgeting with his fingers and wouldn’t say anything else.

And that’s when Samson knew.. He fucked up. Sam immediately began trying to rectify the situation and quickly became a stuttering mess. “I mean- No. Interesting isn’t what I meant.” he groaned out in frustration and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Shit, dude. I’m sorry. I’m awful with words.” 

Sam groaned once again and fumbled for what he wanted to say, “I.. really enjoyed that. It was nice.” He glanced over at Sebastian and smiled. 

Instead of doing what Sam expected him to - which was pretty much accept his apology and maybe even have some sort of witty comment to accompany it-, Sebastian’s expression smoothened and he looked hungrily at Sam’s lips before speaking in a more serious, almost gravelly voice, “Then kiss me again.” 

Sam needed to be told things multiple times, but not this. He leaned back in and connected - well more like “crashed” - his lips against Sebastian’s.

A/N: as promised, i did write a second version of this. this one is a little spicier. anyway here's the link.

here you go, heathens.

[deva-arts]

Teehee drabble post

"You’re too prying for your own good. Did you simply disregard my warning?” 

“What do you want, Strohl?” 

“And you’re also haughty… Horrible combination to entertain.” 

“What do you want.” 

“I want you to understand just what you’re doing here. Do you think you’re being particularly wise? or are you still working under the assumption that your actions only affect you?”  

“The problem is your ignorance. You have led yourself into believing that you know who you are fighting. Your plans are brutish at best and reckless at worst.” He squints. “Oh, if I just kill this person, things will change! if I just break this circuit, surely the device will work! If I just escape our system, I’ll be free! If I, if I, if I.” 

Seraphina doesn’t know what to say. She grips onto the smooth hull of her discharged cannon, aimed at him as a futile threat. “What do you expect me to do then? Comply?” 

“No. I doubt you have it in you to comply. Instead, I expect you to give up trying to play your shitty games and grow up. This world never knew the concept of freedom. Live with that.” 

She only glares up at him, her mind racing with possible counters- anything that she could use against an opponent like him... But all that remains on his face is an impassive sort of stare, as if he were willing his words to sink in by sheer time and silence alone. Eventually, he sighs and snaps his fingers, letting the electricity flow through her deadlocked suit again.

“?!” 

“But you know… Food for thought."

He's gone before she can get her weapon back online.

[nnugatoryextravagance]

also actually sludge. im kinda curious now about onycraft in general

Grabbing youj and shaking you b y the shoulders god bless I owe you my life I love LOVE telling people about my boy

Onycraft is my oldest oc (11 at the time of typing this) and I have been insane about him for that entire period of time so this is gonna be a big post because being concise is the devil (I am genuinely so awful at it) so enjoy this read more buffer for convenience because I am so full of words

Onycraft is a very, weird character to put it bluntly even for me LOL, I was gonna say he doesn't look like it from the outside but that's also a lie he absolutely does.

He was an incredibly dangerous Thingy made in a lab who isn't fully capable of realizing how much he is both just by default and because not even his creators know, that and also because his brain was fried out by that one time he was put in the electric chair for but dw about that, the most intense thing hes ever done in that regard was going into such a catastrophic mental breakdown he proceeded to turn into an eldritch mass for a short period but just long enough to blow a hole through the fucking moon (hence the failed execution thing after he turned back, hes fine)

Regardless of that though and the whole, regularly breaks the laws of his reality by just existing thing, being functionally immortal also has made him extremely impulsive and reckless, tldr he's very good at dying! But he doesn't mind it, he's very selfless too since he knows he can take a lot more hits that other people cant- usually very literally. He cares a LOT about those close to him to a fault and his friends and family are always his top priority, even if he is a goddamn menace to them sometimes, he's a big ol softie if you manage to crack his shell open.

Despite his previous severe brain injuries he is incredibly smart too, even if it seems very off and on from the outside, he's very gifted with technology (mostly from having to repair the mechanical parts of himself so often his whole life) and is also a Huge Nerd (do not ask him about sciencey shit you will be kept there forever). Much to his frustration though those brain injuries also have impaired his ability to do a Lot of things, most severely has been reading and a lot of his fine motor skills. TLDR he built his own personal spaceship but he can barely read the instructions on the back of most food packages.

I am so very normal about this man I could absolutely keep going but I keep spacing out really bad while typing this so I'm gonna have to scruff myself here LOL, I dont mind any further questions though teehee I love talking about this ugly little beast so much hehe

I wanted to include a funny image of him here but Tumblr decided to break my shit so hard for some reason and I CANT so pretend I did here

[gaysonlyocean]

ok ok I have a few for ogtbh

how is evelin handling everything? I care her so much how is she doing-

chaos on the car #1, the theft, I really REALLY wanna know more about Thatcher and Dave's reaction and how shit goes down after

and uhhhhh what was Adam's first kill like-

(you don't need to answer all of them i just wanted to gives some variety teehee 🥰)

oh yippee mel questions!! EDIT FROM HALFWAY ANSWERING THIS IS GOING UNDER A CUT SOBS UH WARNING FOR DESCRIPTION OF MURDER

evelin would answer being asked if how things are going with "well its going ':]" she stressed out of her mind as it is

shes trying her best to keep things under control and not freak out but nothing seems to be going right and she was already dealing with m.a.d. as it is so shes been having a lot of quiet cries to herself when shes pretty sure no ones looking

evie was also venting to jonah about things at first, but then the ear thing happened and she felt bad putting it on him when hes also stressed so she stopped and has just been internalising it

the bottlecap pendant and the conversation she has with thatcher to get it help alot though!!

god i fucking love the first chaos in the car on their end cause they have a significiantly less chaos in their car but its still so chaotic, we get two for the price of one in that bit

they literally said NOTHING to eachother the entire ride up to that moment other than a "get in" "thanks" when thatcher picked dave up cause this happens literally like. a hour after the divorce phonecall so neither are happy about this

AND THEN SUDDENLY DAVE JUST GOES "is that my car??" AND LOW AND BEHOLD IT IS AND SARAH IS DRIVING IT so dave just winds down the window and you KNOW thatchers car doesnt have electric winders so he has to turn that fucking gear thing and now hes half out the fucking window going "sarah? is that y-" AND SHE FUCKING YELLS OUT A CUSS AND HITS THE GAS SPEEDING OFF

SO NOW THE TWO OF THEM ARE JUST SITTING THERE CONFUSED BEFORE THATCHER STARTS DRIVING AFTER THEM AND THE ENTIRE TIME THEY CAN HEAR EVERYONE SCREAMING IN THE OTHER CAR

AND THEYRE NOT MUCH BETTER CAUSE DAVE KEEPS GOING "WHY DID SARAH STEAL MY CAR???" TO WHICH THATCHER GOES "IDFK THE ONLY INTERACTIONS WITH HER IVE HAD WERE HER SENDING ME DEATH THREATS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???"

theres also a lot of unhelpful comments from both of "where did she learn to drive holy shit" cause of sarahs fucking gta approach to it rn

how things go down after is they finally catch up cause unlike sarah thatcher is trying to not accidentally drift and shit and daves car is just abandoned

they go out into the area to try to find them when suddenly both of their phones start going off and then stop ringing the second they go to answer

dave thinks this is weird but thatcher thinks this is Alarming and starts looking extra hard and eventually find bps + evelin trying to sneak away and they just have. so many questions

but before they can ask any dave goes "dammit im gonna be late to the church" which makes adam panic and go "you absolutely cannot go there" and then he just. refuses to elaborate and now his friend are also vaguely going "yeah dont go to church"

obviously this is Weird so they go "right car theft forgiven your all coming with us what the fuck is going on" and they are refusing to give answers while staying at daves house for the next few days

dave doesnt mind and is happy to have people over so hes just trying to play host and having fun while also trying to contact o'brien who strangely is ignoring him

thatcher starts coming over again for the first time in years cause he also wants to know what the fuck is up with these kids and uh

he gets his answer :)

ANYWAY MOVING ON this ones gonna be a doozy ill tell you that >:)

adam killed someone for the first time when he was 15, and what he really remembers of it is the aftermath of six basically going "finally, you became one of us so young yet took so long to do this i thought youd disappoint me again and not do it, im so proud of you" cause yknow the desperation for parental affection weve all been there

it was someone in yonder county, he doesnt remember the details exactly of how the house looked from the outside, but he does remember the interior like the back of his hand

single bedroom bungalow with a really tiny bathroom, no tub, the fridge hummed incredibly loudly and they always turned the stove off at the wall for some reason, they didnt really have room for a living room but they had a nice recliner in the tiny space anyway, and a stack of books beside it, there was a lil storage space inbetween the bathroom and bedroom in which the owner kept a vacuum and cleaning chemicals

adam had let himself into the house a few days prior and had gone unnoticed, keeping himself to the little storage space, moving lil things around the house to make them doubt things

he then cornered them in the kitchen, just like hed been taught to do, and he doesnt remember he had the knife first or if they had it out but he knows he pushed it through their neck until it came out the other end

and then, despite the praise he got for it, after it was done he found himself feeling weird about it, it wasnt quite sadness and it wasnt quite guilt but it was bad whatever it was