krotecho

[krotecho]

Never be live her that something is light hearthed or just a bit emotional. She wraps emotions in chaos and gives them as presents

Chapter 21 is LIVE!

New chaos has been unleashed in Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part.

Feelings may have been felt. Reality may have blinked. Nobody is okay, and that's exactly how we like it! [Read it now on AO3]

🛑 Warning: Contains eldritch nonsense, emotional damage, and possibly chest hair.

[krotecho]

I made a thing

It is sometime from the last time I posted something. Because I am a student, I have life (I know shocking. Even if it is a lie) and I'm just sensitive as hell. I'm in rougher place of the universe, but when semester ends I'll be better. Yeah, explanation made, so I can present to you...

Character reference✨

I was teasing it so much in the post where I whined about my universe and that was like a month or more ago. It is a part of the series, when I find time to finish second part you are going to learn how I'm going to try and defend (also implement) mpreg in my universe. As I was saying first ref is Rhys. He has pernament baby face, so he doesn't look like an adult. Also because I don't know how to draw.

It may look werid, because I'm not married with anatomy, frankly we don't even talk too much. But I promise one day I'm going to charm them and I'll have nice anatomically correct drawings. But for now I have degree to finish and future to be worried about unnecessarily. Maybe I'll do it in the meantime. As well as learning how to draw properly. Anyway, look and... I would say enjoy, but I maybe only person actually excited about that ref. Because it is my first and also it is a character I love and relate to much

I'm back, ducklings and I probably will dissappear after this short post, because I have exams that last to the end of this month in the best scenario :)

Good time of the day, take care of yourself, whoever you are :3

[krotecho]

I woke up and chose smut

It's my first smut, I just felt like writing it, and I'm sorry not sorry for whatever came out from under my fingers. It's obviously not safe for work. And it's unhinged and toxic like a nuclear waste, I think it broke my beatiful beta-reader too.

Disclaimers, important: - Degradation/humiliation kink - Praise kink (almost none existent but still) - Stalker-ish situation - Probably slightly dubious consent? - Unsafe medical experimentation - Sadism, masochism I think - Privacy violations - Vaguely mentioned assault - Manipulation - Also blood, violence - I can't tell if it counts as bondage, but be warned it may be ⤙⤛⤛⤛⤛⥈⤜⤜⤜⤜⤚

Glass shattered on the floor, just like his hopes and dreams. He would never get the green light for his research. Not with his own experiment failing him over and over again. Sentient plant he engineered swayed gently as if it was moved by the wind, looking like it was giggling, content with ruining its creator's presentation. He crouched beside sharp, sad  remains of a test tube, he in his naivety gave to the genetically modified plant. "It's- It's not perfected yet, with adequate support to my thesis I can-" he hastily tried to clean the glass, along with own thoughts, cutting himself in the process. His blood didn’t look normal, it was thicker than it should be. He could feel vine sneaking onto his shoulder, which he angrily shook off. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to come up with anything that could save his presentation. 

"I think we’ve seen enough. Thank you for your time, sir, we would like to suggest choosing a different thesis. Next!" even when he was expecting that, words hurt deeper than they should’ve. His lips pressed into a thin line, hands rolling in fists despite shards he still had, with only one thought. 'It could not be happening'. Another student entered the room, so Charlie hastily took his broken experiment, dropping paper sheets behind as he left. But with burning anger he vowed to prove they should have given him research funds. It wasn't hard to engineer plants that moved faster, to be precise that were just more sentient. Training them was a harder task, but he managed it with acceptable results. That was everything he could do for now. Next steps in his projects were expensive, that's why he needed the university's patronage. He glared at the pot he held, teeth pressed so hard they almost chipped. Getting funds was out of the table because he chose the only one of his specimens  that was an asshole.

***

From that moment passed a few years, during which Charlie worked twice as hard as other students. When they worked on their thesis’, he in practice had two. He never abandoned his project, too much sweat, tears, blood, and other bodily fluids had gone into it. He did find  some boring, easy thesis so he could get the degree relatively without problem. But in every spare hour he had, with money he acquired in a questionable way, he worked on his plants. They were speaking to him, although they did not have anything to speak with, he just understood what they needed without words. And his creations knew what the broken scientist needed the most. Most humans on his major could see slow changes in Charlie's appearance, but wouldn’t even care enough to think what may have caused them. To anyone curious enough, he straight up lied. His eyes suddenly weren't gray, but in a light green hue? They were always like this, what are you talking about. Veins had a greenish color instead of normal blue? It was a rare condition, it was only getting studied, not much known about it. Messy brown hair, always looking like something moved in them with  something that looked like little flowers? Nothing was ever there, you must’ve hallucinated. And flowers are from being outdoors so much. Visible shadows, and bloodshot eyes? He worked night shifts, so he could have better start after uni. It worked with most people, Charlie laughed at them when he talked about that with his plants.

But there were people who knew. Or were at least guessing correctly. One of them was his roommate, an eye witness to man's strange experiments. Charlie's half of the room was a  complete mess, papers laying everywhere tightly covered in his writing or stolen notes he used in his research, chemical substances not in the slightest stored safely, soil in places it shouldn't be and them. Three, massive heavily modified beasts of a plants. A young scientist wanted to see how different species reacted to the treatment, and ones he grew out were some vine he stole from someone's garden, a weed he dug up from pavement, and a rose bush that was also stolen. His roommate started to be actually frightened of Charlie giggling in the middle of the night, whispering to himself while drawing blood for who knows what. But they tolerated that, until he crossed all boundaries. Aspiring eco terrorist, tried drawing their blood while they slept. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. One anonymous complaint was enough to force him to stop working on a cursed project. His precious plants were gone, along with an old roommate and almost with his chance for a degree.

It was indeed a miracle Charlie wasn't expelled out right, and it was a close call. But, unknowingly to him, he caught someone’s eye. Someone who pulled a few strings to save their obsession’s irresponsible ass. And he could even thank them in person, he knew them well. It was maybe the closest he had to a friend in university. Indigo, a haunted soul that also happened to know few people in university authorities due to their legal guardian. That green eyed mad nature spirit with wild bright pink hair and even wilder ideas, with infatuation bordering obsession, not only saved him from landing without a degree, perspective and future, but they also saved his plants. At least some parts of them. Indigo also got the opportunity to be Charlie's new roommate. They watched him recreate his research with sleepless nights, caffeine and pure spite. It was amusing at the very least when he didn’t realize why they helped him. Because they had ulterior motives for that, not only involving him per say. And it all started to become reality, when Charlie asked them to be a test subject.

"You are absolutely sure there shouldn't be serious consequences?" they asked for the tenth time already, while a mad scientist prepared morally questionably obtained syringes with something that looked like a hazy chlorophyll solution with a faint green color. He laughed, like a nervous hyena, a wide crazy smile on his face.

"I already used it on myself. And it was before I had a chance to dose it correctly, with stuff I have here. Nothing really happened. So nothing should happen now, when the formula is polished. I just need someone new, because my blood normally looks almost like that stuff by now. It just doesn’t work anymore, I’m not sure if the effect will ever fade so, I can’t wait" He tapped the syringe, excitement shining in eyes in a slightly acidic hue of green. Indigo chuckled like their roommate just told the funniest joke. Their shared room was, to put it lightly, clutter full of trash, badly stored chemical components and disorganized observations, laying everywhere. Beds were completely covered with opened, not rarely stained or ripped books, pots covered in soil and what seemed to be dried blood, sheets with hurriedly made notes littered the floor. Charlie in a feverish rush worked to make what he possibly could out of his experiments wreckage. Most formulas, equations and observations he had memorised or backed up, but what he could not recreate were his specimens. He couldn't replant his three beasts, in the engineering process they lost their ability to reproduce asexually. With this in mind, he decided to push his research to the next phase. Making sentient plants was only the first step in his plan. Whole point of his experiments was to make organic symbiotic plants that could replace functions of broken systems in the humanoid's body. With some modified plant matter, a bit of mana and a solution he discovered himself, he wanted to make a perfect symbiotic relationship. And controlling plants with will would be a silly little side effect. Most of his plans worked only in theory he desperately held on to, refusing to believe otherwise. His experiments with chlorophyllic solution gave him hopeful results, but it wasn’t anything spectacular. Now with a new approach he hoped to obtain acceptable results.

Indigo watched as Charlie scribbled some equations on almost fully covered, stained paper, muttering to himself. They could look at him all day, at the way his hair, already too long for his liking, were framing his face, how he chewed on a pencil thinking about his math. How he tilted his head, for a moment staring at violet circles staining his notes, before he shook off the distraction. The way his lips were scarred through the nervous habit of picking them. They hummed deeply pleased, as he searched through other notes, pencil in his mouth, with furrowed brows when numbers didn't match. He didn’t register that, completely focused on his work, thoughtful expression as he scanned lines of equations. They didn't rush him, they weren't that struck to believe him completely about the safety of his mysterious solution, so they wanted to be safe. His face finally lit up, as he compared results and the numbers matched with one of the test solutions he made.

"Okay, think I got it right... here" Charlie muttered, still biting on pencil, when he took one of the syringes, seemingly at random, his gaze shifting to green eyed eco-terrorist as he smiled. It was that kind of deranged smile, one would see in psychopathic villains. Indigo returned a smile, his gaze betraying their thoughts. They found the young scientist cute, even when he drew himself blood, when he smiled like he was unhinged, when he was doing all his little quirks whenever he worked. When his eyes traced the math again, Indigo’s mind unhelpfully slipped some inappropriate ideas, their gaze sliding on his bruised neck, undressing him in their mind, as he double checked notes, playing with the syringe he held. With a hum, he took their hand and carefully injected greenish solution in their veins. They didn't even hiss, calmly watching his moves as Charlie put the only clean thing in the room, which was nearly microscopic amount of gaze, where needle pierced the skin. Indigo with growing scepticism, leaned their cheek on the other hand. They didn’t feel anything different. 

"You are sure it was the right one? I don't feel, like, anything. Totally nothing" they asked, moving their arm around, as if they expected it to spontaneously fall off due to the chlorophyllic mix. Man snorted loudly, not able to contain laughter, organizing failed attempts in a pile, carelessly grouping calculations together, some of which ripped since they were wet and stuck to the table. He didn’t notice that, his eyes snapping from the syringes to his test subject.

"It's not working like that" he snapped his fingers, his voice sounding with amusement and prideful smugness "We need to wait for any effect, it's slow. I needed a few weeks to see changes with the first version, you know? And it was only temporary"

They only hummed in acceptance, peeking under the gaze. There was no sign of the injection, maybe except a bit of a greenish colour of the veins, that wasn't even that  noticeable. They looked up at him, with a question on the tip of their tongue, but Indigo didn’t have occasion to ask it. As a wannabe chemist rushed beside them, his hand for a moment found its way to their head, gently caressing their hair. It was only few seconds before he moved on to his work.

"Thanks, I appreciate you agreed to help me with this" low, quiet voice, sounded almost like a purr. Indigo was left speechless with a slightly opened mouth and short circuiting brain. Charlie chuckled to himself as he started to "clean" around, which meant he searched through thrash looking for similar things to throw what was in his hands to the piles. He was promising to throw out unusable waste, but he never got around to do it. He had an experiment to recreate after all. Green eyes shot to him, brain still trying to process what happened. Did he just petted them?! Like some sort of dog? From their throat in words' place escaped a deeply surprised sound.

"I owe you something for this. Let me know how I could repay you when you stop with frying your last few brain cells trying to process this" Charlie snorted at his own words, making Indigo want to strangle him. "Also when something is happening just tell me, I'm not sure how long it would take for that specific concentration to work. Like I said earlier, before for me it was weeks bu-..."

"What was that supposed to be?!" Indigo interrupted him, with a shocked shriek, their brain rebooted and fully functional. Curiosity spiked, they wanted to know what it was supposed to mean. He never did something like that before. They barely contained excitement at the thought of the possibilities. He covered one ear as he frowned at loud noise. 

"You don't need to scream, Indigo, please" in his voice sounded a plea that further fueled their fantasy. Oh how it made them impatient "And what's wrong with that? You do this all the time, along with things I wish I never experienced in public" metal clanged, when he put away tools he meant to organize for weeks now. He sounded irritated, but with a theatrical tinge, that made Indigo realize he was just teasing them. They shifted on their chair, with one leg now on the seat, arm resting on the knee. He was standing with his back turned to them, completely unaware of what they were planning and how they were staring. Some thoughts sparked in their mind, the kind that makes you bite your lip and smile like an idiot. But they pushed these ideas aside, they weren't in a rush, were they?

"Didn't hear you complaining before" they mused, with an shit-eating grin forming on their lips. Charlie, blissfully ignorant to what he started, was making more mess than before in an unhinged parody of cleaning. He stopped, leaning on the desk, eyes looking at the ceiling that looked like it was about to start growing sentient mold.

"I'm not exactly complaining. It would be just nice if, you know, most of that was reserved for less public places?" his tone still sounded excited, mind already when the test would give results, his body barely containing his emotions. Indigo saw little twitches that betrayed his mood. Oh it was going to be the longest, who knows how long, in their life. And it was. Few hours passed without any signs of a solution working, pink haired eco terrorist quickly got bored with waiting, entertaining themselves with shamelessly observing how a scientist was studying some book that from sketches looked like botany lexicon. What they made in their mind while looking at his focused expression, while he chewed on a fineliner, was only for them to know. Something stung in their arm at the same moment he got up. He started to mess around with chemicals, something clearly on his mind as he whispered to himself. 

"Still nothing?" he asked louder, not looking at them at the moment, focused only on the thing his brain created mere seconds before. Indigo didn't answer at first, carefully examining their forearm. It looked a bit more green? They couldn't tell. But Indigo could tell something was happening. They felt as if tiny needles pierced through their bloodstream, pricking on veins. They looked at a scientist, who was measuring some chemicals into glassware. They quietly stood up, with instinct walking to the place where layed preserved remains of the genetically modified specimens. They heard their silent begging to save them. Indigo touched them, helping them make a way into their veins with slowly crawling stalks. They grimaced, feeling piercing spikes under their skin, but at the same time they never felt better. With gratefulness, plants adapted to veins' thickness, not clogging the bloodstream. They fed on chlorophyllic blood mix, merging together into one with a green eyed human.   They gently tried to push them, a dangerous spark in their eyes when they realized their control over new parts of their body. Thorny vines, pierced through their skin, not letting blood flow from newly made holes. Stalks gently run down to the floor, gracefully as a silk gown, crawling around obedient to Indigo’s will.

"I'm not sure if you could say that" barely hiding amusement, they moved with cat-like elegance, playing with their new found power. With the corner of their eye they watched him freezing, how his brows furrowed in confusion. 

"What do you..." he turned around, his eyes locked with their figure coiled in plants. He was struck with the scene, how mesmerizing they looked, watching their own vines wrap around their fingers. At first he didn’t realize the size of their play, never noticing what crawled on him. When he did, he instinctively took a step back forgetting that behind him were things he didn't want to steal again. But Indigo, slowly getting a hold on the ability, stopped him, stalks coiling on his waist and pulling him forward. Charlie lost his balance, almost flatley planting into the floor. It wasn’t in a pink haired menace's plan to let him do that, instead they helped him to kneel.

"It worked, don't you think?" their voice dropping to the sultry tone, not veiled, not hidden anymore. They slowly walked to the kneeling human, enjoying every bit of his look. Charlie's expression turned from scared to surprised to excited in barely a few seconds. His eyes sliding between vines greedily wrapping around him, forbidding him from standing and closing Indigo. Before he answered, the newly born plant-human hybrid came over to him and, not delicately grabbing his face, made him look into their eyes. As they leaned closer, he held his breath as mixed emotions shined in his eyes. He almost felt their lips on his.

"You know, I think that making me able to have these guys with me maybe could be enough as a payment for letting you experiment on me. But I also can think about the other way you can make it worth for me" their low voice, echo of which lingered on his lips, made his breath faster. Indigo saw that, their fingers slightly more digging in his jaw. Thorny stalks tightened around his body, making him sigh shakily when he tried to answer them. It won him a laugh from Indigo.

"I'll fuck you stupid pretty boy" they purred, second hand delicately tracing bruises on his throat. Charlie shivered under the touch. Hybrid released their hold on his jaw, with satisfaction watching marks it made. They kissed him, without warnings or signs, taking their time to enjoy the feeling of his lips pressed against theirs. His breath hitched, eyes opened just slightly in surprise, before he closed them. And then sheepishly, he returned the kiss, making them smile against his lips. Their tongue found a way to his mouth, getting muffled yelp from him, vines coiling on his wrists. Charlie wasn’t going to let go without putting up a fight, something that was clear from all his decisions in the past, made by pure stubbornness and spite. But he wasn’t the dominant type, no matter how he wanted to appear as such. 'Cute' they thought as their vines pulled him down, making it impossible for him to try. Indigo made them tighten more, to the point the sharpest ones pierced the skin. It made him moan, which he tried to muffle with no avail. Indigo used the moment when his mouth opened, their tongue slipping in. He grunted trying to lean back, helplessly letting them do whatever they wanted to do. Indigo forced him to lean into them, tasting his mouth, greedily enjoying every second of it and every twitch he made in that time. 

They finally pulled back, a string of saliva between them, his tongue slightly out as if he wanted more. His breath was shaky, usually pale face coloured deep pink and a bewildered, hazy look in his eyes. Indigo’s grin widened, dark desire sparking in green irides clearly seen. It didn’t scare him. Not much could. Indigo studied his expression, for any signs his new plaything would want to opt out. What they saw was a complete opposite.

"Oh I fucking waited for this too much. I'm not even sure what I should start with, your expression’s distracting" they mused, heavy breath only making their tone sulkier. In their excitement they tightened the vines, to the point blood ran down his hands. In the meantime a few strands of sentient plant were making their bed relatively clean. They straightened up, and with an unnecessary gesture they forced him to his legs and to follow them, when they walked to the prepared place. He yelped, feeling how stalks digged into his wrists as they pulled him forward. 

"You have nothing to say to me? Not even a word? You're that struck? Maybe I'll just help you find your voice" they mocked, as they sat on the edge of the mattress. Vines stopped pulling, with force gone he lost his balance, falling on his knees again, in front of Indigo. Green eyes beaming with playfulness when they looked at the bleeding scientist, kneeling in front of them. They heard his jagged breath, when he tried to find words or maybe just his dignity. With one of the vines under his chin they made him look up at them. His gaze was longing, not that he would admit it. He wanted their touch, thorns in his skin, and their cruelty. But he would hide that under that mask of fake confidence. Oh how Indigo wanted to make him break. But one thing after another. Their arms didn’t move, dragging him onto the bed, cutting his skin deeper in the process. His breath turning into hiss, when his arms were forced above his hands, vines shifted to tighten around both wrists, making him softly sigh when they crawled on his forearms. Unhinged plant-human hybrid, turned around amused watching his chest moving in quick breaths, slightly green blood flowing down his skin, and that mesmerized gaze when he looked at them. With a hum, they made vines limp, freeing him. His brows furrowed, confusion in his eyes. For a moment the only thing that could be heard was his breath. Neither of them moved, they watched each other closely waiting for the other to react.

"Do I need to spell it out for you? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" their voice laced with mockery cut through the silence, a cruel spark in their eye as they gestured at him. If he weren't already laying down, his legs would betray him when they looked at him like that, speaking with this tone. Not even for himself would he admit how it worked on him. "Strip for me, you useless smartass. Unless you can't do that"

"I think I can do that without your comments" his voice, weaker than he painted it to be, was as shaky as his breath. When he sat down on bed, his stained, old lab coat slid off his shoulders stopping on elbows. His arms were covered in bruises and a few cuts, which were not Indigo’s work. They watched him undressing, with an impatient expression, their eyes tracing everything that was on his skin. They already saw him naked, on more than one occasion. Not always when he knew it, which they remembered especially fondly. But no matter that, they wanted him to lay down as he was, nothing covering him. They wanted to get hold of his body, touch it, maybe hurt it a little. With force make him submit any control he had over himself. They followed his every move, when he took off the shirt, hesitating for a second. He was taking his time undressing, which irritated Indigo more than they cared to admit. They finally snapped, pushing him into the mattress, when he tossed the shirt away with an angry expression leaning over him, as they knelt between his legs.

"You are doing this on purpose, aren't you? I'm done playing with you, pet. You can't even do what I ask you to do, you us-..." their voice resembling a growl mixed with the pressure they didn't seem to do knowingly, made him pitifully whimper. Indigo's expression slightly changed, a sign of mischief in their eyes as they rubbed against him again. Soft moan escaped his throat. They tilted their head like a curious cat. To be completely sure they pressed at him again, another sound leaving Charlie’s mouth "Now that is quite nice. You may be slow, but that sounds maybe are worth waiting for"

They leaned over, adjusting their position to easier control how they pressed against him, their lips now barely touching his. They felt his jagged breath, soft echoes of their touch, on their skin. They teased him, not kissing him and then suddenly leaving a quick kiss on his jaw, to travel down. He could feel the warmth of their breath, flinching just so slightly on it. Indigo left a trial of wet kisses leading to the scientist's collarbone. His skin was covered in dark marks, bruising even worse than what was visible before. They noted to themself to go back to this later. Now teeth itched them to sink into his skin, curious what reaction it would get. They licked him in the same time shifting, rubbing against him, which earned them a pitched whimper. His hand, either instinctively or consciously, moved to touch them. They stopped it, veins returning to his wrists forcing them above his head.  

"Don’t worry, doll. I think I know how you would like to be touched. It's really cute you tried to fight me, but… now..." they whispered against his skin, just before their teeth sinked in his collarbone. Pained moan that escaped the brown haired criminal’s throat was music to Indigo's ears, making them press against him even more. They were getting high on the whines of their partner, but they needed to restrain themselves for now. Finishing with him too fast would make all the wait for nothing. They wanted to see his body ruined, thoughts hazy and eyes begging. And it wasn't a quick process, they needed to be patient. They loosened the bite, pulling back, with pride watching saliva around mark their teeth left behind.

"I hope you look at it in the mirror, after I'm done with you and you remember how shamelessly you acted, you little pathetic hoe" they said, voice huskier when with the vine coiling around his shin, they spread his legs. At the same time, as they backed away they, ‘accidentally’ brushed on him, delicately, practically teasing. It made him shiver, inaudibly moaning something. They moved up again and leaned on their hands beside his head, watching his expression, grin on their face.

"What was that?" sweet, innocent note lacing their words, as they watched their lover searching for words in a mess they were making of him. He swallowed hard, breathing something again. They looked him in the eyes, waiting for Charlie to speak up.

"Indigo..." he whispered, a pleading tone lingering in his voice, not quite present there yet. They hummed displeased, looking at his half-open mouth, messy hair that were even worse than normally. And that absent gaze, locked on them with a silent need. They knew how freaky he was. They knew they matched each other. Indigo was even inspired by some stuff, their partner so meticulously described in his journal. They read it when he was busy with work, so he wouldn’t notice. But they wanted to have full control over him. Not giving him what he wanted, making him beg for that. Not half assed “please”, desperation deeply settled in his eyes, his voice barely heard with a tone that would break their stubborn cruelty. That was what they wanted. And they would get it. They pulled back, watching his body from afar, every detail of it drawing their gaze. Half naked, cuts all over his bleeding arms, bruises covering him in dark violet splotches, contrasting with his sickly light skin. Visible bite mark, on the collarbone, little marks left from their fingers on his jaw. He almost unnoticeably moved himself closer to them. Gaze of these acidic green eyes locked on Indigo, longing, yes, but not begging. Yet.

“These bruises still look fresh, even a few days after this” they mused, tracing black marks, fingertips not delicately pressing in a few spots. His whimper was pained, sounding like a dog's whining. They heard him like this before “Nothing like this would happen if you stick with me. I don’t want much. Just you, being obedient. You should like that idea” their voice  was like a honeyed poison, when their fingers moved to his ribs. They felt the bone under the skin, his breath steadier not a word said, what felt almost weird with how much he normally talked. They slid down to still clothed thighs making him yelp, his body reacting against his will. His back slightly arched, which made his bones even more visible through skin. Charlie’s gaze softly locked on their hand, watching in anticipation what they would do next.

"Oh wouldn't it be nice if I just stopped now? You look like you desperately need someone inside. Little pathetic boy that can't take care of himself. And I could just make you lay like this. Helpless. Hot. Longing. Wouldn't it be fun?" they purred, fingertips now barely touching his skin, threatening with disappearance. The way his body looked, made them long to break it even more. It looked so weak. Bones disgustingly showing through, scars across his stomach, another few on his hips, where they faded beneath the material. He looked so helpless, with the remains of the fake confidence that slowly faded with growing lust. It was painted on his expression and the way he flinched under their touch "Don't be shy, I want to hear that voice. Do you even remember what I asked you?"

"You asked what I think about leaving me... like this" he muttered, his breath even faster and that flushed look on his face that was like a drug. It was a pathetic view, he was squirming to get Indigo’s permission for nothing in the bigger picture. That turned them on, making them feel drunk. But they could do more. They wanted to see him so far he wouldn't think clearly, whining for this. No, they did not want to. They needed to.

"Oh you do remember. What a good boy. You aren't that useless, are you? You just need a bit of guidance on what to do, and you can be good" they praised him, gaze sliding down his figure. He shifted his leg, which with furrowed brows they grabbed and violently pinned down. Expression softing, as he whined, while they saw why he was moving all of sudden. "I thought it was taking so long, but we’re finally here. I'll let you have this. For starting to behave like you should. But next time I'm not going to be so nice. Especially when you try to hide this from me. Now maybe you would like me to take care of that, with your hands tied. And with how you look I don’t believe you actually could take care of yourself, am I right, doll?"

The mix of insults and praise, mocking tone and gaze that could shatter his lousy composure alone, were making thinking straight barely possible. He whimpered, loudly, not trusting himself to try and use words. His expression pleading, when he heard them laugh. Their chuckle was almost soft. Indigo glimpsed at him, before they started to work towards stripping him completely. Amusement on their face was easily readable when they watched him shiver whenever they brushed on his skin. They felt his hip bone, while sliding his pants down. Their eyes slowly found his, deeply staring for a moment before they lazily looked down again.

"All this because of a few touches..." they started with a sultry tone, their fingers dancing on his skin, avoiding the area that was the most obvious to deserve touch. His breath hitched, bordering with a disappointed hiss. "You must be either really sensitive or..." their voice dropping lower, with playful cruelty as they heard his reactions. "...really into that." 

He didn't answer with words, head leaned to the back, soft echoes of what he felt leaving his lips with every little touch no matter how light it was. They traced his thigh upwards, stopping just right to hear his displeased sounds. They loved it, like his expression flushed and pathetically longing.

“You like being called useless? You like being called pathetic? Does that seriously turn you on?" they laughed, their touch more aggressive, with every whine and moan "I just wanted to have fun myself, but you actually got all hot because of that. Only my touch wouldn’t work.  Wow, that is messed up, doll. I knew you were weird, but I never thought that you would be that weird."

With more intensive feeling on the skin, sounds from his throat were louder, gradually more desperate. They knew that, hearing him and watching how he moved, hopelessly fighting with tightly coiled stalks. He only worsened cuts on his wrists, which were now a bloody mess, tangled in plants covered in greenish red. Indigo hummed, watching him struggle as they absentmindedly traced patterns on his thigh.

"What would be even weirder, is if you get worked up by being called a good boy. Was it that? Then you can bark, doll. Let me hear it. Let me hear you like being my dog" voice with a sultry tone, dripping with a quiet, playful note sent a shiver down his body. They stopped tracing patterns on his skin, waiting for reaction. One stalk sneaked on his throat, as he tried to move. It coiled, gently tightening around the scientist's neck. Man sighed painfully, enough to make Indigo believe his partner wouldn’t need their touch to end that little play. They wanted to comment on that, but they didn't get the chance. A sound. Quiet. But for them as loud as a scream. Shaky, little bark.

"Good job, you are a really good freak. Was it that hard to listen to me earlier?" they laughed, Charlie’s bark making them get on themself. He murmured inaudibly, shifting his hands again, which only dug thorns deeper. "You want more? If you behave, I'll let you finish, I see how much you want that, you pathetic little mess. And I didn't even really touch you. You sensitive thing. If you misbehave, you'll use that tongue, you use so much while blabbering about chemistry, and make me happy. Like a slut you are. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to let you have it this time even if you were not so good."

As they said with a murmur their hand moved without warning. Charlie yelped, sudden touch made his body shiver, pleasing Indigo with how messy their lover's reaction became. They moved, with a deep hum, listening to his hitching breath, soft whimpers and these breaks, when nothing would even escape from the throat, when even the body didn’t know how it should react.

"Now that I think about it..." their hand unmoving, frozen in place, which earned them an impatient groan. They ignored veiled need, teasing him was higher on their want list, than pleasing him. But before they could take back where they left, they got what they aimed for initially. What made everything worth waiting for.

"Please!" his shaky voice begged them. Like they never heard him do before. Whining like a dog, his expression helplessly pathetic, eyes clouded with that unrepressed plea and masochistic delight "I'll do anything, please, just...don't..." his words drowned out as they dug their nails in his thigh, leaving crescent marks.

"How can I say no to that?" Their touch was softer and slower, his expressions making it worth every second. His impatience, his longing, his pleading whimpers. Indigo hummed, with pleasure looking at what they made. And it wasn't the end. It was only the beginning. Under their touch Charlie finished, earlier than he thought he would.

"Oh, that was fast. Is it always like this? Oh and you got yourself messy." they looked at their fingers, now stickier than before, with a thoughtful expression, looking at him with the corner of the eye. Man's gaze hazy locked on them, what they decided to use against him. Their eyes lazily met with his. Staring into his messed mind, they licked their fingers, closely watching how he reacted to that. If he wasn't already flushed, he definitely would have some lovely shade of red on pale skin from watching them clean themselves.

"I'm not done. We should be clear with this. I'll give you some time, but I want something more from you, doll" they mused, as they finished cleaning themselves like a deranged cat. He hummed in agreement, his gaze fleeing to the side, embarrassment in his expression. They weren't done for now, either. They leaned and before he could react or see that, he felt them licking his stomach. Vines still firmly held him in place, preventing him from a violent shift, he instinctively attempted. "It was just the beginning, I had so much time to think about everything I want to do with you. But I didn't want to scare you then. Now you can't escape me. Oh and stars help me, I love that expression you make now." they crawled over him, with every word getting closer until they were only a few centimeters from him. They gently kissed him, tongue playing in his mouth, while they tried to stifle laughter. It was going to be a loooong time.

[krotecho]

Update on my work, I shared with exactly three people and one read it (Without pictures~)

My dear friend, whom I love dearly, must have enough of me and my writing bullshit by now (I sent her unhinged smut yesterday and she didn't reply much after that, I think I broke her with my awful writing °-°) So. I'm going to whine about my characters here. Because who's going to stop me.

I mentioned before that I work on my old project now. My brain is amazing with how fast it ditches ideas in a hole, next to which is a sign "Hiatus purgatory hole". Besides. Original plot can make one question where were my parents, because stuff I wrote when I was like twelve is worrying. I didn't had a good concept of the world it turns out and my world was incredibly... Weird.

Still is, but at least I embrace it now and I think it isn't as horrible as I was painting it eight years ago XD Either way, I'm wandering from main topic. I work on my idea, with my nearly ten years of experience with writing. And it's a bit depressing that I'm still not that good at writing after all that time.

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I warn about me spoiling stuff here, if you think you'll want to read that story (It's in polish so good luck, mate) then don't go below this point. I'll keep it civil, nice and clean, but I'm not going to hold much. Summary probably will be on my master post, so before reading this you can look there and decide. But to the main event.

I'm obsessed with my characters, for past week or so I was spamming my friends with random trivia, I randomly come up with. But I think I was annoying as hell with that xD That's why I will just do scene dump for my damn idea (Which btw would eventually be posted, presumably when I'm done or have more than two point one chapters) because I'm going for failing this semester with how distracted I am. I mean to be fair I'm improvising quickly but I have project for one class due this Thursday and I'm not mentally ready for this. Not to mention I didn't even start researching statistics for this. But that is future me problem.

My ultimate info dump would definitely start with the characters. I wanted to draw the designs but my drawing skills just said "Yeah your free trial ended, you can buy subscription nowhere" so I'm not going to do that for a while. I need new email and I can just cheat the system for my mediocre art style to work. I planned not to complicated story with main character older than me. It's plus minus ten year difference. I'm twenty for reference. His name is Rhys, because I love giving my characters unusual names. You will see that later. I'm still thinking about giving him last name, but I don't think I will. It has connection to his past, but that is still in development. Rhys is quite short man, he looks like he is no older than at most twenty, while in fact in the start of the story he is in mid twenties. And story is spread across something like ten years maybe. When I was first writing that shit (13/14) I would say he's old. But right know I would consider dating a guy that age. It's not that old honestly.

I kinda forgot if I did gave him freckles now but in original storyline he definitely had them. He has jet black hair, their length is based on my own hair's length because he would look awesome with that. It's like almost to the shoulders, but not too long? You can make a ponytail but it's not long enough to be a problem. I need to get a haircut they are getting too long. Besides. Black hair. We got that. In the first part of the story he looks like stray cat, who never saw brush in his life. Matted tangled messy. That is how you can describe it. Because he couldn't care less. By the time plot starts he already was alone for seven years, he only preached basic hygiene, because he knows somethings about diseases and doesn't want to fuck around and find out. But touching his hair isn't something he needs to do so he doesn't do it.

I spend whole paragraph about his hair only. It's going to be a long post. Really long. To complete that weird unusual look better he has matted golden eyes, lifeless and tired for most of the plot. They express more than he thinks tho, other people will see stuff there. His eyes are also so pretty I swear. Especially when there is dimmed light, and the light is just reflecting in the irises. I just made a pretty boy. Pretty man. He is a grown adult after all. Back to my word vomit. Eyes actually will be showing his personality better than I ever would with words (It's not that I'm writing the damn story. Nope) It is connecting to the back story, so I can just smoothly go to that. Because his skeleton-like look is also kinda connected with this.

Making a character without trauma is like cooking without spices. You of course can do that and it's fine but I like my food spicy. And my characters traumatized. It's so easy to give trauma to neurodivergent person, really. Because I kinda write him on the spectrum. And I refuse to believe he isn't there. But I'm not going to confirm nor deny this. I made him have some quirks and other stuff that feel like autism? It may be that or I just suck at characterization and stuff happened. Either way it was really easy to give my man trauma. He has three older siblings, did I mention that he's a shapeshifter, I think I didn't so I do it now, and both parents. That may feel weird, main characters usually don't have parents. Unless they are awful. And I did write them so good I hate them with burning passion. I do not have names for them because I only recently polished their personalities. It helps that I watch so much commentary videos on stories from r/InsaneParents on yt. I have my material right there. (The Click, I'm not going to hide that, why should I)

He had relatively good childhood, until he was seven and he broke his nose or something, not important what, important fact is that he was bleeding much. He bleed over some stones, when one turned into lovely green gemstone stained with some red on the surface. Here is some important information about my beloved shapeshifters. If you count all the time I spend with this somewhere creeping in my mind, I was planning this "race" for something 'round six years. At first I was going in some slavery territory with how I divided living beings there (I told you, it was weird) but I got better and now I have humans, shapeshifters and some kind of mages?, that is still under work. And among shapeshifters there are two groups. "Purebreds" and hybrids. It's mostly genetical factor how the kid will be, but traditionally hybrids are a mix of human and a shapeshifter. They can shapeshift but they need to have their precious gemstone, made from their blood (You see where I'm going with this). Without it they also can change form, but it's simply not worth it. They can't fully control their new form, giving to the animalistic brain. For example when a hybrid would change into a let's say panther, they would be under influence of panther's instincts only vaguely remembering they aren't a panther. To that goes pain, that rises exponentially with the size of an animal. To put that in perspective, changing in to the rat and back would hurt only a little or not at all, but taking form of a brown bear and back, would be agonizing. And for the record shapeshifters can do dragons, wyverns, and stuff. It simply isn't worth the trouble to change without the stone. Next thing you hear about shapeshifters as a whole will be tainted with mpreg, I'm not even sorry.

So continuing with Rhys' backstory. To this point everyone thought he was just going to learn late to change shape. It happens nothing to be ashamed of. But when he with a smile and blood on himself, proud with his discovery showed this to his parents he wasn't expecting that reaction. There was shock, denial which he promptly debunked changing into wolf's pup to present what he could do. His mother went through all five stages of grief in mere seconds, accepting that fact pretty fast. But oh it wouldn't be nice. His father could not accept this. He accused the mother of cheating even though Rhys is practically his carbon copy. (And here is the genetical factor, Rhys is his son, he just got that genes. It's a mystery, because there is no modern genetics there. And I don't exactly have time for writing thesis for a fictional world. At least now. Semester ends in like two months) They started to argue in front of the child, that is confused as fuck, green gem clutched in hand. And things changed from there. Father either avoided Rhys or was just straight up cruel to him. That man had audacity to not acknowledge practically his clone as his kid. He ignored his youngest when he tried to impress him with skills he learned. He would call him useless, criticize him to the point he eventually was scared to do anything.

Rhys' parents also separated. That lead his mother to hate him, a child, because he was the reason. Not saying she wasn't right but she didn't need to take it on a literal child. Rhys got punished for stupid shit, he became a real troublemaker, putting himself and others in danger with his shenanigans. He didn't understand why suddenly his parents hated him, and stalking wolves was his coping mechanism apparently. Amount of times he got injured is amazing. His mother used corporeal punishment, locked him in the room (he learned how to pick locks just because of that), she even gone far enough to tell him, if she knew how he would turn out she would have get rid of him before he was even born. By that time Rhys was around thirteen. His oldest siblings weren't living around anymore, and his sister, barely eighteen, doesn't see severity of shit he goes through. She is busy with keeping her act together, pressured by mother to have her role as the future leader of the group they live in. Father left, few years before so it was only these three.

When Rhys turned fifteen, on the very same day he got a gift from his mother. She thrown him out. She told him to get out, and leave. And he did, only valuable thing on him his cursed gemstone. Surviving was hard, he didn't know where to go, wandering through forests, hunting for food, eating in animal form to not die. He found some lovely small village after few months like this. He wasn't warmly welcomed but it still became a place for him to live in. He spent three years there, life seemed to not be bad, he had a girlfriend. Even though he is aroace. We all figure out ourselves. But everything turned into shit again when his girlfriend, after committing literal crime got pregnant. She accused him of raping her, because she was from "no sex before marriage" background. Whole story almost ends here, people want shapeshifter dead.

Girl is at least decent enough to try and make it just a life sentence. Here chimes a mage, saying he can arrange something that will punish him, no one will see him around again and no one gets killed so everyone's happy. That is summary of a story how Rhys got himself into specifically designed for him prison with only himself as a company and grim future in dimmed light of fluorescent protists. Some people are just unlucky in their life. She also took his gemstone so no shapeshifting, something he dearly loved, that made him feel better with everything that happened to him. And suddenly he was only with his thoughts, skin itching to change and helplessness that weighted on him while he haunted tunnels that were his new home.

He learned to cope with that, seven years passed by. During which he slowly lost spark, blood on his hands, death wish not strong enough to give up. And we have my plot in that point. Rhys is tired, pessimistic optimist, clinging to life not even knowing why. Before I go more for plot, I can whine about him. Because man is clearly not good.

There is nothing he can understand, he was always "weird", the only kid that complained about noise, that one kid with the most disgusted look when touched by someone he didn't know that much, one that fascinated watched animal corpses and constantly begging to learn more about diseases, death and injuries. He knows it's just how he is, but he doesn't know why is it a problem? He slowly accepts the fact that he will die in darkness, alone, far from his family. That he'll not see any of his siblings again. He doesn't care about his mother, feeling of hate is now mutual. But after that seven years, que Ada. A ten year old, making man in his mid twenties question his life decisions even more than before. Bringing up his past, with grace of a wrecking ball, even when she isn't aware of that. And will not be until few years later.

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I wonder if I should just post this and do this in parts. It's already long. I already miss on ocassions to make my uni work. Yeah I think I'll pick it up somewhere in the future. So I'm going to make it in parts✨ It's so good I don't have much audience to disappoint here.

Here is a playlist I made for this story: It's not on wattpad yet tho

Maybe next one will include designs or at least one design. Maybe project about red wolves will not make ma living corpse so I could do that. I'm going home for Easter so I'll have access to my tablet for four days. Maybe I'll do a ref for some of my characters. I'm betting on Rhys if I have time for this.

If someone sends me a tablet now I maybe would make some makeshift cover so it would go on wattpad. Don't do that I'm really enjoying my break from posting (I have no time to do pleasure stuff)

And if you are reading this, my perfect beta-reader, I do regret sending that smut to you, let alone writing it XDD Oh and sorry for any spoilers you could get from here.

Have a nice day or night, whoever you are person reading this, take care and drink water :3

[krotecho]

"Axolotl chose you to be my trial buddy, which makes you my legally appointed chaos spouse. We're in this together, cupcake. Till Weirdmageddon do us part" Chapter 1, 'Welcome to marriage, Sucker! No refunds.' This art piece is sponsored by no one, you can buy absolutely nothing in a link that isn't in my bio. I love designing clothes, I suck as hell in that, but I love doing it. My take on a Reader's wedding attire from "Till Weirdmageddon do us part" by @selfless-solipsist, which you can read on wattpad and ao3 for sure. But go to author's socials and stuff to know that. I'm just unpaid marketing team :3 (She doesn't know I'm litteraly making my whole online footprint about her fics recently xD) I'm that one annoying sales person in the office, but in a form of a chaos goblin, that just wants to support great talent of a friend I have. Okay, so I need to bitch about my life also, so uni is hard (actually it's easy my brain makes interactions hard), my dorms are hell and I don't have friends I can physically hang out in a city I'm living currently to study. So shit fuck, my life is shitty, but hey I feel good about it. My sleep schedule is shit even with exact hours I go to sleep and wake up. I have no clue how do I manage to do that, if I'm being honest. I'm just amazing. I recently picked up my reaaaally old project. It was a way of escaping from reality when I was like twelve and my favorite pony toy didn't have a mane anymore. That last part is a lie, I had some struggles in elementary school. (And frankly I also didn't own any pony toys, ever I think) I just have trouble with making friends. Anyway, who cares about that. I came back to my old project! And that project was dogshit (Do you catch, that I swear a lot? I'm sorry and not in the same time). I was a weird kid, now you know why I didn't had much friends, and the plot was weirder than me back then. I'm working on it now to resemble something that isn't morally questionable, thirteen year old's fanfic to reality. I do a good job with that. I'm not that good with writing, be it english or polish, but anything I write now is an improvement. But, Echo, that post is about a fanart for a fanfic you like, why do you suddenly talk about your work? Because when I have time, I'm making designs for my own characters, and I'm spamming on tumblr with them. And I wanted to do a heads up. Because I'm nice like that. Also my old art dump is incoming. Beware. And as a bonus, you can have some shitty thing I tried to make in Krita, on my sketch I made in notebook, when I edited things. It's awfull, sorry bestie (I know you are reading this. I just know :3), I can't do better now

It was supposed to glow, but I can't really work with a mouse or a touchpad, after a class I have hate-love realtionship, more on the hate side. Happy christmas or something, everyone!

[krotecho]

Not art today. At least not in this post. I drew like a kitty in my German notes. But that's not what I wanted. What I wanted is...

✨Stupid rant time✨

Yesterday I got interested in pet names in my native language. I'm from Poland, not much surprise here. Context for that interest isn't exactly important, but my friend got me to thinking by accident :3

Sooo I was searching for some pet names in polish and I was actually really disappointed. I know good amount of terms of endearment in English, I mostly sit in English spaces on the internet that's why (Look at my blog, it's in English, because I want to reach more people! And also I'm a bit scared to write in polish, actually)

But I was searching for this kind of terms in polish and I cringed so hard at some of them. I'm not talking about words like "kochanie" (Sweetheart, I think that's the equivalent of this word) or "skarbie" (Something like honey in English). They are pretty nice. Try more like "misiaczek" (Little bear? It kinda feels like talking to a child). Nothing wrong with it in theory, it's just making my skin crawl.

So I started to think as I scrolled through Reddit comments (Yes that's where I had gone first. It worked in different languages pretty good). Is it my language or is it something else?

In a way it is a me problem. I don't have that much contact with this kind of language in real life. I mean I'm a twenty years old student, not that social outside of internet (I'm not that social on the internet either) without a partner and with friends, I would say we go for affectionate insults more than actual terms of endearment. I don't have a partner so that's already out. And my parents or my sister with her boyfriend doesn't really use it. That means that I'm just not used to that. But it's not only that.

I don't remember when or where I read it but there is a big group of people that reads smut exclusively in English. What is the reason for that? Except the fact that there is a massive number of English smut, it's the fact that in their native language it's simply cringe. I can understand that, thinking about anything I read from that genre would make me physically sick when translated to polish. I'm not shy (That is a big lie, but with my anonymity here I do not care) I admit I do read smut. But it's been literal years since I touched anything in polish.

When I was like fourteen, fiveteen I read tons of porn in polish, because I didn't know English to the extend I do now. And I also had no standards back then. That's beside my point. My point is I did read it, but only in response to me going through puberty. I didn't really care about quality, if I really wanted to do that, if I was into that, nah. All my friends back then where into 'adult stuff' and I couldn't be different. I was stupid back then, I fucked myself up, now I need therapy (Writing's my therapy✨). I stopped when I was in third year of middle school, maybe in second. I shifted to English since I got better with it and I never came back to what I was into in first year. (And here we are I'm back to writing smut after... 4-5 years? Good thing I'm actually more mature and aware now. And that I write in English) (Of course I'm getting of track, sorry)

But I had some encounters with polish erotica. I would call it straight up porn, since that's what it is in my opinion. Nothing dignified about it. I mean "50 shades of Gray", " 365 days", "Haunting Adelaide", few wattpad things, my own flashbacks from when I wrote smut. I saw few paragraphs from mentioned books and I was mortified. It was awful. Like really horrible. Also with the themes but the scenes weren't better. What I read, maybe something good is out there I just didn't get my hands on it, was shit honestly. Scenes were basically just the act, and to top that, described in the most vulgar way possible. I'm not a fan of that, but I could go behind it if it made sense.

Why do I write about smut on a post starting with a pet names debate? I'll tell you of course. It actually is connected in a way. Pet names and smut are interlocking in so many places. And as much as there are awfull English nicknames, I think nothing can top polish "mała" or "maleńka" to a grown woman mc is interested romantically in. Both words roughly translate to "little", It's like calling stranger little girl. To be fair teenagers could get a pass here. But not young adults. So that's why I wrote about smut first. There are factors that make native language smut barely bearable, and it's similar with pet names. I'm making myself an example much here, but I just don't really have any statistical data on the topic. On one hand, some nicknames got overused or were used in a way I find, to put lightly, questionable. I have some bad relation with "Myszko" (Little mouse), because of crappy works from wattpad. And it's a cute nickname! But I can't look at it the same way as before. On the other hand we have the factor that they are used in a weird contexts.

Let me paint you a mental image. Let's say we have a man with rough personality, insults to show affection, trouble with other affection showing, no 'complete softie for that one person' bullshit (yeah soft sides are good but not here). Could you actually imagine that kind of person to say "Little mouse" to their partner? I have a trouble actually imagining that. And let me tell you my imagination has some wild days. I mean, polish nicknames are inherently sweet and a bit cringey, except a few. They don't feel like good for dark romances and such. And I, wanting or not, I'm a dark romance author (I don't know how it happened to this day. I'm not exactly a fan of the genre, because it's almost always borderline toxic. And yet my works could technically count as this).

But even if not in that context, they feel out of place for me. It feels illegal to read something and I see it. It doesn't have that dignified tone to it, I believe. I could give an example, but translating things are not exactly in my expertise (My friends can tell you how much I pretend it's otherwise, when I see some weird translations). I'm still going to try tho, don't come at me.

'Come on, I know you want that pretty princess' which you have no problem reading since it's in English. Now, same sentence in polish 'No weź, wiem, że tego chcesz, piękna księżniczko'. Practically word to word the same sentence. And still it has different vibe based on the language. I physically needed to twitch because of writing that. Yeah, I could have made it slightly better but it would not make it go away. I never heard (or read anywhere) usage of princess not in a ironic, weird or slightly creepy way. I mean only romantic context here. Platonically? To family? Yeah cool why not. Maybe I just despise cute nicknames all along.

I may have lost the point halfway through that whole wall of text. It's fascinating me actually how, even when I'm "wired" to see my language and not have spontaneous stroke, it still irks me to see specific words put together in my mother language. It also may be because I don't like to write certain words, they scratch my brain wrong way (And that's why, whenever I write in polish even thirty (or just old men, 30 is not that old now) year old men are refered to as "chłopak" (boy). Can't make myself consistently write "mężczyzna").

My halfly scientific soul, wants to do a research. Flawed since I would be only target of this, and I'm not great at gathering data actually. But I think it would be a fun experiment nonetheless. When I have some time to burn, I could search for works in polish, and test my theory. I'm not sure if it is clear what is my hypothesis, so I'll clarify it.

Question: Why do I hate so much, terms of endearment in my own language?

Hypothesis: I'm not used to actually using them, since my environment isn't filled with them.

As I said my research is a half-assed scientific method, because as much as I like scientific research, I also don't like gathering data like that. And I don't have anyone, who could organize this little experiment and just make me take part in it as a subject. That would be actually all I would say about all that. I mean I could write more, but it would circle around me, since I don't even know if I could find any statistics on that. And also because I'm just a little sad egocentric person.

I was also annoyed with very structure of polish, but that is a topic for another shitpost. I'm actually sorry if you read through all that. I just need to get it out of my system, before I can take my studies seriously (also keeping myself alive) and get to work on my hobbies. And I don't want to bother my friends anymore, since in stress I shitpost about practically every second of my life.

So, if you survived through my broken train of thought, congratulations. Have a nice day or night, depending when you find this little shitpost. Take care of yourself, and I don't know, stay weird?

Till we meet again fellow humans :3

TL;DR Uni student is complaining about part of its native tongue and thinks its opinion is that important to show to the internet

[krotecho]

Friend draged me in to the Woy fandom server (I joined voluntarily, she just sent the link). And since she posted her doddles from whiteboard, that doesn't look like doodles, more like full blown art pieces, I decided to also post my shitty doodling.

I have massive respect for people that draw with their fingers, I can't and it shows. I also picked ones that looked good, I drew Dominator there for example, but you'll not see her here.

I made some fanarts, I had my fun, I didn't do my homework for class I have today (There is homework in uni. I hate this revelation). Overall really nice

They are not signed with my @, because I didn't thought I should do that on whiteboard. But I just hope they are bad enough so no one will try stealing it :3

Have a wonderful day, whoever you are <3

[krotecho]

Some master post, I think

Something about me and what can be expected here. But be always expecting unexpected!

My fandoms (I can assure you it'll be more):

Graveyard Keeper

ROTTMNT (Honestly all tmnt, but this one especially)

Wander over yonder

Gravity falls

Zamonia series (How do I even call it? Never saw it in the wild actually)

Don't Starve

Undertale

VALORANT

Ranger's Apprentice

Over the garden wall

Slime rancher

Deep rock galactic

Devil may cry

Yugioh

Assassin's creed

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When that's out of the way, Hi, I'm Echo. Here is my blog, that I don't really know the purpose of. I post my art from time to time and maybe some of my writing. I'm twenty (Stars, it feels so weird to write it) and in uni. I regret my decision everyday in this second semester, mostly my yearmates make me regret it.

Besides my private life, that I'll totally overshare with time, this here is going to be in good part NSFW. I'll do more tame works obviously, but I just want to work with NSFW, mostly out of curiosity. That's why any minors interacting with my blog I ask to be careful. I don't want minors on my NSFW. Come back when you hit that 18.

My DMs are open, anon asking is too I believe, I'm planning on making requests and commissions (even if they would be free for now as I'm learning and wouldn't feel comfortable charging anything). You can also just talk with me, I don't bite :3 Unless you into that

We have an introduction behind now, you can call me just Echo btw, now for what I do. I do fanfics for now, buuut I started as original creator. How turns tabled. I still try, but for now I'm focusing on my fanfics, which can (or could) be found on ao3, Wattpad and Quotev. It's a bit messy, since I have limited resources in my dorm room, so there are no covers for Wattpad so no published fics, still new to Quotev so also messy. I'll eventually get to it. I promise

But I'm drifting from what I wanted to do. My plans, projects, near future works. I'm in too deep almost dead fandoms, someone got to keep 'em alive at that point. And I'm here to entertain. Even if it is like two people

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Works in progress or a little less in progress

° "Scaly Heart" - fanfiction from Graveyard keeper. It's Snake x reader. (I'm not sorry for anything) Reader is a just (a)normal person, living their life in the Village peacefully, untill they cross paths with the cultist. Truly normal person would give up and would just avoid it in the future. But if we made good life decisions we would not be here. It's a slow burn and author is not happy about it, eventually there will be smut so kids, keep your distance. Not out yet, working on realeasing it as soon as possible. But uni is a pain in the ass. It'll be on ao3, Wattpad and probably Quotev

° "My emotional support cultist" - one shots collection from Graveyard keeper. It's rated M, because there are sugestive themes. Or full blown smut if I finally write it. There is 1 one shot for now, I'm working on more, since I have a little idea I need to shake off my head. You can find it on ao3, Wattpad and Quotev

° "Unknown diesease" - my original project, in my native languange (polish). Two princes forced into arranged marriage, one of them is dying from a sickness no doctor in a kingdom was able to diagnose. Slow burn, gay romance, with a pinch of trauma, abuse and medical gore in the background (Will be undergoing a correction. It's shit. You're free to read it tho, if you know polish) It's on ao3 and Wattpad, but I'm not sure if it should be on ao3

° "Controled chaos" - Wander over yonder fanfic. It's Commander Peepers x male!Reader. There are more vibes, than plot in that moment, sorry. When semester ends I will have more time for writing so... It'll be on ao3 and Wattpad for sure ° "Personalny czyściec" - my original stuff in polish. I write some short stories or prompts, I though I could post it, no harm in that. Some of them will or could be start point for longer stories. But I need to get meds for that, since my attention span is wild. It's only on Wattpad

° "Igelkott" - original project based on my idea from eighth grade. It's in polish, not published yet (not even close). Story is about a shapeshifter Rhys, that one day is forced to take care of a ten year old. Little does he know, that kid will fix his life and force world to give him a chance. It's fluffly mostly, with a bit grim tone at first, of course it's also dark later, because of the themes I wrote, and they are graphic. But it is mostly about healing, breaking the cycle kind of, dealing with trauma and just oneself. When I post it more coherent summary and warnings will be there.

° The rest is pure vibes only for now, so I'll be updating as I go

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Some rules here

No hateful comments or reblogs. Shit on me all you want but if I see any anti-lgbtq+, racist or anything like this comment, I am deleting it and blocking whoever wrote it. I may shame that person publicly, but it's not the point to harrass people.

Constructive critisicm is welcomed, I finally need to learn how to take it.

I mentioned it before, but minors beware. I'm going for heavily NSFW content. Hell, my blogs background is an attempt at that. So I'm not fully banning minors from here, because I'll also make SFW things, but don't want anyone trying to incriminate me with something later.

Be normal in DMs and anon asks, please. I'm not normal but that's my brand. I have a pass. I have good tolerance for weirdness, but I don't want to deal with problems that may occur from being too silly.

Creeps begone. I'm mostly having arts for adults for now, but some media have children/teenagers I plan on drawing (NOT NSFW). So please if you are like this, just fucking evacuate your sorry ass from here.

About requests and commissions, all I want to say is, be respectful. I'm not your private artist pet, to draw your silly things for you (It would be a fire job, though). Or write one shots, for that I also would gather requests. I'd be honored to draw/write something for people, but don't feel entitled to my work. That's honestly everything I want to say for that.

I'll try marking triggering things, but don't come at me with pitchforks if I forget. I'm forgetful little gremlin. Just dm me or leave a comment and I'll fix it, when I can

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That would be roughly all of things I think are important. So, take care, stay and play safe, see you in the wild somewhere, maybe :3

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Commander in a really nice outfit. You clearly can tell I have too much time in my hands ^^

In my defense he actually looks good in that skirt

It's a second drawing I post today, but who said I can't do that.

And now here I'd like to welcome you in my- Oh wait I didn't wrote that one yet. I'm planing on writing Commander Peepers x male! Reader. It's still in a thinking phase, yes, but uni is kicking me like a feral horse, my roommate is making my life a living hell and I just want to relax, so it may be out sonner than later. But I also have different projects in my schedule so we will see honestly

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Idea just stuck with me, and now I have motivation and time to actually draw it. "Scary emo bitch" in a lab coat! My first time even trying to draw Dominator, so it looks a bit wonky XD

Fanart for (or inspired by) Nothing ever changes by @selfless-solipsist :3

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Welcome to darkside

I'm debuting on tumblr after... Four years? since I created my account. And for a good reason. I didn't see much fanarts from some fandoms I wish were like alive. Maybe it's time I learn to draw and just do it myself :D

Check out my wattpad and ao3, for fanfics and my original works ^^