#worm-nation

[wormswurld]

welcome to worm-nation everybody 🌟

✷ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

- i am an outspoken black queer genderfuck! so be prepared for my shenanigans and fuckassery!!

- i am an enjoyer of all things, artistic, erotic, queer, and overall unconventional! expect to see intense hornyposting!!! 18+ please

- i don’t tolerate bigotry of any kind so fuck off my page with that bullshit!

✷ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬:

- explicit posts = #wormswurld brainrot 🌟

- drabbles & ideas = #wormswurld posts 🌟

- asks = #wormswurld answers 🌟

- personal/selfies/etc = #wormswurld

✷ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

- nbc hannibal, saltburn, better call saul, the bear, kpop, euphoria, the sopranos, the batman (2022), the sims 4, drag makeup, tmg podcast, cody ko & noel miller, gmm, movies & music, poetry, writing, art, sanrio and all things cute, girly boys and boyly girls, and all things cruel and unusual :3 if you have questions just ask me abt it!

✷ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬:

- my chemical romance, (old) panic! at the disco, ray bull, tyler, the creator, lana del rey, the 1975, the strokes, korn, tv girl, deftones, kanye west, djo, jeff buckley, lorde, fiona apple, frank ocean, jpegmafia, beyoncé, one direction, kendrick lamar, childish gambino, lady gaga, elliott smith, nirvana, slowdive & many more, i have an extensive taste in music so anything is on the table!

✷ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬:

- american psycho, coraline, saltburn, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, call me by your name, fight club, mysterious skin, trainspotting, the rocky horror picture show, get out, clockwork orange, spider-man, scream, moonlight, donnie darko, la la land, creep, terrifier & more!

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enjoy your stay my fellow wormsters!

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

“would you love me if i were a worm?”

kyle nestles closer to you in bed, his warm breath caressing your skin as he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder; before breathing out a heavy, contented, sleep-filled sigh. despite his weariness, he hums softly and gently traces his hand along the expanse of your tummy.

“where is this coming from, sweetheart?” he’s tired, you know he is and you feel awful for disturbing him from his much-needed sleep— but you're curious. you pull away and turn in his arms to face him, placing a hand against his cheek and stroking your thumb back and forth. “jus’ wanna know.”

a deep, amused chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he can barely keep his eyes open. kyle presses a sweet kiss to the palm of your hand and nods lazily. “yes, even if you were a worm, i’d love you in every sense of the word.”

you pout your lips and press them against his, before snuggling closer to whisper softly, “i’d love you if you were a worm too.” he laughs softly and wraps you in his arms. “go to sleep, love.”

[renvy-art]

most unserious duel for the fate of the world ever

version w/o text bubbles under readmore :3

[hellboundhimbo]

kuwama. that’s it that’s the post just look at them.

[ninten-draw]

Diversity wins! The horrors beyond your comprehension are queer!

[wisteriagoesvroom]

at a constant speed

🔴🟠 a carcar fic ❓in which the situationship is situating 🖋️ 5.1k words, ch. 1/2 🔗 read on ao3

preview:

“You want to get out of here?” Carlos asks. “And go… where?” Carlos fixes him with a look. It’s like staring back at a searchlight. “You are many things, Piastri. But you are not stupid. No?” Oscar swipes the back of his hand on his mouth. He watches the way Carlos’s eyes track the movement, the entire time. The way Carlos’s mouth parts when his eyes catch on Oscar’s lower lip. And he gets a growing feeling of excitement, the same way they would on the track. The exact same feeling he gets from chasing Carlos down an S-Curve. Except there isn’t any filter of race pressure, or someone talking right in his ear, or him trying to keep his hands on the wheel and maybe not die. They aren’t going 300 kilometres an hour here. It’s just Oscar’s hunched shoulders, Carlos’s rumpled linen shirt. The thumping bass in the background, and this unspooling thing between them that Oscar doesn’t know what to do with, yet. Even if his instincts tell him differently. Even if his instincts are always right.

[il3x]

alec on scadrial! what crimes will he commit?

fun facts!

Era 1 Mistborn AU, Heartbroken-centric. I wanted to draw Aisha and some other Heartbroken before posting this, but ran out of patience >.< don't worry though, they are coming! Based on this post and this post.

I'm torn on whether to transport Heartbreaker into this AU, or just make the Heartbroken Straff Venture's kids. He'd mess them up in a similar fashion.

Alec is a Rioter (can inflame people's emotions), but doesn't use Allomancy much to avoid drawing his family's attention. Instead, he is adept with poisons (he's the cooler Zane).

Weapon of choice is poisoned glass or obsidian throwing knives. The materials are because they look cool as non-metals, they can't be pushed around by Allomancy. The method is because inconveniencing and sometimes incapacitating enemies from the sidelines fits his combat style. I only remembered that Glass Exists after drawing this... he'd probably use that more often. For the aesthetic.

I want all the Heartbroken to operate in sniper-assassin capacity, so they all get ranged weapons. [Archer Cherie has consumed my brain.]

This is Alec infiltrating a ball, he dresses Slightly less fancy in everyday life but not by much. (He can't afford to simply replace his fancy clothes here, so he's a bit more careful with them than in canon.)

Alec gets scars @lakesbian edition because they helped me out with Alec's Mistborn-era fashion (ty :) ), but also because he was one of Heartbreaker/Straff's bastard children, raised as skaa, then used as Heartbreaker/Straff's private assassin, then lived on the streets at first after escaping. That leaves a literal mark.

it's SO HARD to draw mistborn alec without just drawing book 1 vin 😭😭 scrawny scarred androgynous french-adjacent 15yo kid with short black hair who wears a mistcloak and/or ballgowns at times? i see no difference

(alec does not have a mistcloak but aisha lets him run around in hers sometimes. for fun)

(if he was a mistborn he'd get a custom white mistcloak made. wouldn't wear it when stealth was required, but for Dramatics? absolutely)

[bloodtwin]

⸻ OR WILL WORMS EAT US IN OUR DEATHBEDS ? ❞

this is technically not the full version of the video, but i don't really like the ending i had & wanted to post it already bc i'm impatient. anyway, the song is from hmltd's the worm album which is a hugeee source of inspo for puck, so i always wanted to edit him to one of its songs. the whole album is very durgey to me.

i don't usually make more "serious" videos, so don't look at me rn, ok? just ignore if it looks bad. you didn't see anything.

EDIT: also i know it's probably hard to take seriously anyway bc he's got those fucking dog ears on his head. sorry to puck. i refuse to remove them

[formosusiniquis]

🪱 Wiggle Wednesday🪱

Thank you @paperbackribs who tagged me last week, I saw it while I was in class and immediately forgot until I saw people posting their things today. But I'm always excited to share my current brainworms

This is a scene from a fic that I pick at every now and then, so it's basically always on the brain. It started as something about Lucas and Steve and trying to explain away the slight anachronism of Steve (popular and rich) being in Nikes before Jordan made them cool (thank you Air) and it has turned into something much more about Lucas and also his Mom relating through a shared love of basketball and Steve is also there.

It’s a Friday night after the end of the world, and strangely Lucas is at a basketball game.

Or maybe it’s only strange because it’s so normal.

A Friday night in a small town and there isn’t much to do except support the home team. Only Mom won’t watch football, she calls it barbaric, so she reserves all her team spirit for November when basketball season starts. Lucas’ skin itches a little under the Hawkins Tigers shirt he’s wearing, as he’s pretending to be normal when a couple weeks ago he learned monsters were real. What can he do though? Mrs. Byers has Will on house arrest, Mike is still mourning Eleven, and Dustin hasn’t been allowed out since Will’s Lazarus act.

Maybe he’s being too sensitive. Steve is here, who Lucas mostly knows from Mike complaining about being Nancy’s stupid boyfriend. Steve is playing like everything is fine, even though Lucas knows Steve knows. He heard whispering about it with Nancy when he went to the bathroom the last time he was at Mike’s. But Steve is smiling as he paces down the court. Miles better than the other players around him, when Steve has the ball Lucas feels like he does when he’s watching a real basketball game on the couch with his Mom.

If Steve can act like things are normal. If he can sink three pointer after rebound after assist, maybe it’s okay that Lucas is wearing his Tiger green. He floats down the court and everyone cheers. But no one cheers right. When #21 Hagan gets a rebound off of Seymour’s best player, a girl’s voice screams so loud it makes his throat hurt. No one cheers that way for Steve. It’s just excitement for the game, not for him and the way he is playing.

When the game ends, Hawkins 73: Seymour 42, and the crowd storms the court Lucas stands by his Mom in the bleachers. She hates feeling the push of the crowd against her and as he gets older, and people’s hands get rougher, he’s starting to understand. He’s too old to be caught standing by his Mom though. After everything, he knows better than to move too far away from her; going to the game with your Mom is one thing, being the kid getting called out over the intercom because she can’t find you would be life ruining.

Lucas watches the thinning crowd while he waits. Parents and girlfriends crowding their sweaty players. He doesn’t want to get caught looking at any of those boys for too long now that they aren’t playing. He isn’t sure why. So he keeps looking for something familiar.

Steve is standing beside a short, dark haired man who’s got what his father calls a beer gut. He doesn’t look anything like Steve, but he’s also the only adult anywhere near him. He’s the only person at all that’s really near Steve. They’re talking excitedly about something. He claps Steve on the back and whatever he says next has Steve looking down toward the floor.

“Is that Steve’s dad?” he asks his mom before thinking about why that might be a weird question to ask her.

“Who?” The way she says it makes him sure she hadn’t actually heard the question. She’d caught a name, when he interrupted her conversation with the lady next to them, but not enough to answer. It’s a free chance to drop the issue. To say sorry, never mind, and go back to watching people move on the floor below them.

“That guy,” she slaps his hand down as he goes to point. “The guy next to Steve, number 8, is that his dad?”

“How do you know him?” The question, instead of an answer, startles him enough that he looks at her instead of Steve. Stern, he knows he doesn’t want to lie to her, but he also isn’t sure how to say that this random high school boy saved two of his best friends’ older siblings' lives.

“He’s Nancy’s boyfriend. Mike talks about him.”

If he’d just waited. He would have gotten his question answered without asking Mom. They both watch as that man says one more thing to Steve, shakes his hand, and walks out of the gym. “I don’t see Nancy here.” Because they both know he doesn’t really need his other question answered anymore.

“I don’t think she really likes sports.”

Mom sucks her teeth, a judgmental tchk that has heat climbing the back of his neck when it's not even for him. "Well that's a shame, he's a good player." There's finally enough space on the floor that they could leave. He wants, desperately, for them to just go cause something about this conversation is making him feel guilty again. "Do you want to to say hi?"

There's nothing he wants less than that. Lucas thinks if he has to go up to this guy, who went toe to toe with a monster, while his mom trails behind he'll die. Lucas thinks if he says hi to a guy who has only seen him maybe twice in the context of Mike Wheeler's house, and has to sit there while Steve blankly accepts his congrats he'll melt into the floor.

"Can we just go home? I still have homework."

And some tags to @fuctacles, @cauldronoflove, @thefreakandthehair, @stevespookington, @stevieharringtonwifeguy

@eriquin, @grasslandgirl, @augustjustice, and anyone else who wants to play!

[extra-venomous-tentacula]

Bold of JKR to assume we'd find Snape unattractive, based on her description of a hook-nosed, black-haired, sallow-skinned, thin dude

Miss ma'am.

I am Italian. That is what most men in my country look like. That is literally what my dating pool is.

Ma'am.

Please.

[allgremlinart]

jetko has the most extreme example of "would you still love me if I were a worm ?" and the answer is. probably he would not

[garbagequeer]

matt berninger is always singing some bleak shit and saying this is a little love song we wrote. and he really means it

[fandomchokehold]

It’s been eating away at my brain so I’m gonna start working on a Gale x Rolan x Tav fic soon

it’s gonna be a named male!Tav (my bard Samson who’s my pfp), be post Lorroakan defeat, be a lil smidge angsty with Samson patching up his wounds from his apprenticeship and just taking care of him, and then Rolan’s gonna be sandwiched between Gale and Samson receiving the most tender love and care and maybe he’ll cry or they’ll all cry we’ll see

[mikasnazz]

Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. Um. If you were at London podfest and received or took a badge/button/pin from me or my jacket [check my page for photos of said jacket], you’re now a part of worm boys worm nation™️.

So. Ah. That’s a thing. You don’t have any responsibilities, but once everyone is joined as one in my glorious squirmy clew, the world will confirm to wriggling, writhing, etc.

And you thought those buttons were free! Ha!! Welcome to the clew worms and wormettes, squirmers and squirmees. I did tell alot of you I served the corruption, but you didn’t listen! 🪱

[woveninyournerves]

[saym0-0]

i cant find the post now but a while back i made a post about how the hc recap crew are watchers that technically do their jobs by reporting back to the main watchers or whatever whats going on on hermitcraft, but they exclusively do it through recap episodes. which the watchers deem immature and never actually. you know. watch.

so anyways i just want to say that this is canon to my mcyteu, and also that they also post this to youtube (an in-universe youtube equivalent?) where the general public regardless of world/server can see it, which is the main reason the general public even knows about hermitcraft, because the recap got just so massively popular. i reckon a few hermits also post or stream? but i dont have that super figured out yet i just know that its not many. maybe its content more geared towards building or redstone tutorials rather than smp content? idk