#1hp...

[lavb-b]

Finally got to play Undertale.

[dailygihun]

day 9 || BABY SANGIHUNNNNN gi-hun definitely was a scrappy kid. that undiagnosed neurodivergent kid rage within him

[spiritsong]

when it all turns back to dust, I won't pay no mind because I have lived my life as such — between the stars and the thrill of your touch

[miyku]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard | ▶ dev. Bioware

[pumpkin-mines]

bad things are happening to me. they're trying to stop me.

[mallleus]

Extraterrestrial Satellite Communication | Sunday

"There's always a paradise that needs to be built. That vow is like the sun in the sky — perhaps I'll melt and fall before reaching it… But some hardships I must endure."

The dream of the Order has dissipated, yet there are still those who will not give up on their original intent.

— The traveler whose wings were clipped… whereto shall his footsteps lead?

EDIT:::::BTW SOMEONE SAID HE SHOULD BE HERE AROUND DEC. 4TH WE HAVE A BIT TO SAVE UP STELLAR JADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

[daozhangg]

mostly rkgk again but sunaxa morning routine

[somecunttookmyurl]

being outside in direct sunlight feels like taking poison damage in pokémon

[aroaceleovaldez]

since Hades/Pluto is heavily associated with volcanic vents (locations with noxious fumes were considered entrances to the underworld and so most ploutonions were placed on those types of sites) what if Nico and Hazel get healed/power ups from hot springs water like Percy does with just water in general.

just like. get Nico in an onsen and it'll fix everything wrong with him.

[wishchip106]

missing old cherik BAD rn gawddamn…

literally THE tragic gay grandpas

guhh i don’t see enough about them 🙁 WHERE’S THE OLD CHERIK APPRECIATION???!!!

[crow-caller]

Upd8:

I've been losing a fistfight to mental illness lately but am making progress:

-Bethany's sin review is in progress! I don't think it'll be very long (atm I'm 2k in, my guess would be 6k length, so half an hour?) but who knows.

-my fallen london lore vid (part 1) is MOSTLY done. The main issue is deciding when to call it finished— a lot of admin choices about how much info to give when, what order stuff should be in, etc. I want to strike a balance between spoilers and cool info— "if I wanted to tell a pal about FL, how much lore would I spoil to intrigue them?" Stuff like the Masters being capitalist space bats is technically a big spoiler, but also a huge draw to get peopleto check the game out! Later I hope to do a part 2, part 3 and actually get in depth on the more esoteric aspects of the world, but I want this to be a layman's introduction.

-after these, I still do not have a next book/series picked out. I have so many options and suggestions.... my instinct though is that it is time I read The Cage, aka That YA Book Trilogy About A Human Zoo. That sounds fun.

[hiirenvirnas]

He may only have had 1hp, cellphone, fetus in a jar, and a dream...

But he survived ✌

[claudaze]

hiiiii claud !! okay so hear me out.. breakup sex w renjun but it’s devastatingly soft and it feels like a last hug 🤧 LIKE they love each other still but it’s already over. i trust u to break my heart beautifully <3 i’ll be 🌧 anonn!

𓏲 ˖. ♡̷̸ i love(d) you ⤿ ( 黄仁俊 )

cw. ⋮ suggestive .ᐟ angstyy. ﾒ 紀要 breakup sex with renjun where you’re both pretending it’s still love but really it’s goodbye.

you didn’t bring an umbrella. the rain soaks you through by the time you reach his street, but you don’t really care. in fact, part of you thinks it’s perfect. it’s supposed to be uncomfortable, cold, maybe even a little dramatic — isn’t that what heartbreak is? your shoes are soaked, your hair clings to your cheeks, and the air stings your skin, but nothing compares to the heaviness in your chest.

when he opens the door, he doesn’t look surprised. doesn’t ask why you’re here. he just looks at you for a long, long second, then steps aside. and you walk into his apartment like a ghost trying to haunt the place you used to belong.

he doesn’t say hi. doesn’t smile. just leans back against the wall like he needs the support. you stand there dripping, shaking, and when you look at him, it’s like seeing a hundred memories all at once — nights spent curled into each other, sleepy kisses, whispered i love yous in the dark.

you can’t breathe. your voice is tight when you say, “just one more time?” and it sounds like you’re begging. maybe you are. his jaw tightens, but he moves anyway, closes the space between you with slow, uncertain steps. like touching you might break him.

the kiss is messy. not soft. not careful. it’s urgent, like he’s trying to memorize you with his mouth, like it hurts to hold back. and when he touches you, it’s with fingers that shake — not with lust, but with grief. he doesn’t strip you fast. he lingers, like this is the last time he’ll ever get to feel your skin under his hands.

you didn’t look at his face, because you know if you do, you’ll fall apart. the silence is so loud it roars in your ears. and when he finally fucks you, it doesn’t feel like sex. it feels like mourning. it feels like pretending.

you both tried to be quiet, but every moan sounds like a cry, every breath like something being torn open. his forehead presses to yours. his hips move slow, steady, almost too gently — like he’s scared to take more than you’re willing to give. he kisses your throat, your collarbone, your cheeks. he holds you like you’re leaving, like you’ve already left.

and maybe you have. your arms wrap around him like a goodbye. your nails scrape his back like you’re trying to mark the moment into his skin. he whispers your name like a secret and then breaks when he says, “i love you.”

your whole body goes still. the words hang in the air between you like fog. he doesn’t take it back. he doesn’t ask for anything in return. and you didn’t say it back — not out loud. but your hands pull him closer. your mouth finds his shoulder. your body presses into his like it’s the last thing you’ll ever hold. he understands. he always has.

after, he stays close. his hand rests on your stomach, fingers curled like he can’t let go. you stare at the ceiling, memorizing the cracks, counting the seconds. you pretended this is just another night.

pretended you’re not leaving. pretended the weight on your chest is love, not loss. but it’s a lie. it’s always been a lie. you both knew this was the end the second he opened the door and didn’t smile.

when you get dressed, it’s quiet. he watches you pull on your shirt, watches your fingers fumble with the buttons. he didn’t said anything. not until you reach the door.

“will you still think of me?” he asks, barely above a whisper. and gosh, it hurts. it hurts more than anything else he’s ever said. you didn’t turn around, you just nodded once and step out into the hallway.

you didn’t cry until the elevator doors close. he didn’t move from the bed for a long time. the sheets are still warm where you had been. he presses his face into your pillow and breathes you in, wondering if there’s a version of this night where you stayed. but that version doesn’t exist. it never did.

[goddidntdothis]

[ DAY NINETEEN : IN THE DARKNESS ]

[voidpaws]

[kitsu-smiec]

Grinding out more yuri this morning.

Phone drawing bc back sucks rn but yay~ art~