#byebye sanity

[m3r1m4r5u333]

Holy shit people! It's me Jdkkdnsnndndnd I'm the one who's acting 14 everyone!!! SO EXCITED!!!!!!! And damn Tommy and Buck were so cute too, I need to go put up a sheet for myself that screams "EMOTIONAL CHEATER"!! Bbsbdbkdndnenk.

I seriously squeled out loud, like an excited guinea pig! No regrets, sorry neighbours, no not sorry nevermind!!

Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*passes out*

[wittymumbledon]

HOLY SHIT IT RESTOCKED LIKE A WHOLE TWO WEEKS EARLY

I DIDN'T THINK I'D BE HEARING A PEEP ABOUT THE BOOK TILL THE END OF THE MONTH

AND YET IT SHOULD BE IN MY GRASP TOMORROW

TOMORROW

[plumipal]

The Tattoo (part three)

After scarabias overblot, and seeing what Ace and Deuce were willing to do for you, you were so touched that you decided to get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-

If you wanna read the whole prolouge, then it's here

Oh poor Idia, where do we even start for him?... poor guy is absolutely shattered as soon as he saw those two tattoos on you through the cameras. He felt his entire reason to live just shatter. He feels his entire world collapsing in on itself. He completely just, breaks down, sobbing to himself on the floor trying to rationalise how the tattoos were not real, to try to keep his sanity in tact.

The days after that disastrous breakdown, he has been stuck in bed, too depressed to frankly do anything but to sulk. He had not eaten, not drank enough, and his personal hygiene is downright awful.

Once Ortho has convinced him to get up because crowley demanded him to actually attend his classes or it's byebye NRC for Idia, his pity for himself has turned into rage. Whenever he sees the dumb duo he can't help but to want to do anything against them, he sure would LOVE to doxx them...

But after some reconciderence from Ortho (statistics show he would be one of the top suspects for it and therefore make the prefect hate him even more (he believes)) he instead chose to take care of himself, putting actual effort in how he looks as to win you over with that. He sure hope it works, please...

Don't think ortho is just hyping up his brother, cuz he is sure helping on the sidelines. Digging up info the students don't want anyone to know abour sure is easy when you have unlimited internet access (and some illegal ways to obtain the info)

That's the easy way of getting students away from you, but getting you trapped up with them is almost just as easy. He starts calling you his siblings as well, subtly telling you how you and idia would be the greatest siblings ever to him, even backing up and glorifying hos brother in your eyes, anything it takes to get you to chose idia.... you will all be a happy family....

Sebek, for once in his life, is stunned to silence. He cant quite grapple the thoughts and feelings swirling within him is making him feel quite sick, making him quiet for the rest of the day..

Once classes has ended, he bolts over to his dorm only to dramatically lock himself in his dorm room and let out the worst crying session ever. He is sobbing,

The whole ordeal and emotions results in him having the need to constantly watch over you, as a way to show that he too can protect you, he can be there for you, just like ace and Deuce, but better! Please, he needed you, he needs you to need him too, please...

Silver don't quite know what to think about this. He cant blame you, the heroic stunts of your friends sure are nice, but why with something so permanent? He could do what they did and so much more for you, give him an opportunity and he will show you.

After "the talk" the four of them had, he has had a hard time sleeping for the first time in his life. He feels exhausted yet can't close his eyes, pictures of you happily being with ace and Deuce clouding his poor exhausted brain. He will take this on the only way he knows, a duel for your love and your hand.

You're not dumb either, you see how tired he had been and the lack of sleep he has been getting, and feeling bad for him you let him sleep on tou if that would help him. He takes this opportunity and sure is greedy with it, wanting more and more sleep time with you. It's one way to claim you, and at the moment it's enough for him, but don't think he won't demand more in the soon future..

Lilia feels heartbroken. First that the prefect, his beloved, has shown this love that he would love to have for someone else (especially two people), it breaks his heart. What breaks his heart even more is how he needs to go against his own sons for his beloved too. But he will do whatever it takes to secure you for himself.

When he meets you after hearing about the tattoo, he tries act as normal as possible, not wanting to scare you away with his desperation. Despite that though, he will also try to advance, because he is NOT losing to all these youngsters, he's old enough to know exactly how to treat someone right. Let him treat your right, please, he begs of you....

Malleus feels like there's a storm inside him, getting worse by every second he thinks about that forsaken tattoo you have. He activately tries to think less about it, not wanting the whole school to be stuck in a storm for weeks, especially when you're situated in that poor awful old and decrepid building. He will try to smite ace and Deuce if he has the choise to though-

After the anger dies down, that's when the sadness flows in. The fact that he was not your favorite, that he was not worth his own tattoo, frankly brings him to tears. He has never been denied something in his life, especially something that he wants so badly. It's a foreign feeling, and a horrible one at that.

He is an attention hungry dragon, give him what he wants and he will give you the world without question. Just, please, give him the love and affection he both crave and deserves...

Chat, im tired. Let me sleep- FINALLY THIS SERIES IS FINISHED! or so I thought- o will focus on other comics/ideas before I come back for the endings tho, because I kinda wanna do other stuff and not just the tattoo shenanigans yknow :) one again huge thanks to @artdolliewishes for lots of support and help lmao

I hope yall enjoyed this shitshow of a series atleast, was lots of fun to create after all

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Tobias "Ticci Toby" Rogers

It was genuinely so much fun to figure him out. (If I would care, it would almost be scary how many of my own habits I projected onto him, but o well...) I hope you will enjoy this little thing!

Toby Rogers

One word: Unstable. That is all you need to know about him. His movements, his moods, his sanity. All of it is unstable. Wishing you good luck would feel condescending at this point. So I´m just gonna laugh quietly to myself as I leave the scene of the crime. You are aware that this man is a disaster waiting to happen, right? Oh well, you are done for anyway. Byebye~!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He comes closer to you, leaning down to get on eye level with you, as you struggle to stand up again. Faster than you react, he already grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. Beneath his googles you know he is staring at your face, and even though you can´t see his eyes, it gets uncomfortable quickly. He leans further into your space, leaning to your neck. His fingers, jerking slightly, brush aside your shirt, as he pulls down his mask. Then nothing but pain, as he buries his teeth in your shoulder. Licking the blood away, he bites down again. Carefully circling the indents of his teeth, he whispers something about scars. Later he clings to you, demanding head pats and cuddles, and every once in a while, he will scar you again with his teeth.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

The scream ends in a gurgle, as he slams down his hatchet again, and again. And again. Again. He won´t stop. Blood is splattered all over the floor. It´s dripping from his hair and face. When his movements stop, he turns to grin at you widely. The wound on his cheek distorts his face even further. Hatchet still in hand, he grabs for the corpse with the other hand, and drags it over to you. You´re shaking as he simply drops it down in front of you. Rolling on the balls of his feet, he almost looks like a child. Nothing left of the rage, he had relished in only moments before. He looks like a cat who is proudly showing off his prey. You notice how his face suddenly seems to shift at your lack of an reaction, and you quickly lean over to inspect his kill. Thank you, you mumble out as you look over the wound, slightly poking them to get your hands bloody, because you know it will make him happy. No problem, that´s what a good boyfriend should do, no? Watch out for his partner? And you are mine after all! His sentence ends with a little laugh, as he crouches down next to you, to explain to you in detail how he slaughtered the other.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He flips faster than you can predict. Sometimes, he seems amused by the way you flinch away from him, whenever he moves to fast. Mocking your reactions to him, and setting you off on purpose. His laughter, a rasp that must hurt, echoing through the little cabin. There is no escape from him. Other times, he looks at you with worry. His eyebrow furrowed, as he slows down on purpose. You can see how he clenches his teeth, trying to suppress the jerks of his body. Something, that is not only not really possible, but also puts him in a terrible mood. You don´t mind the laughter or the worry. Because what you really hate, is the anger. Because sometimes he rages, when he sees you flinch away from him. He is up to your face, screaming, spit flying into your face. His grip becomes so tight, you swear, that you feel your bones creak. In those moments, you always fear, that he will always grab his hatchet next to put an end to it all. You hate it.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

You were shaking again, standing in the middle of the cabin, when you felt how his arm snaked around your waist, only to pull you flush against him. He was breathing against the back of your neck, as he seemed to relax. After a moment he also wrapped his other arm around you, only to rest his entire weight on you. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled away from you after a few minutes. You blanched, when he pulled you towards his bed. A happy smile on his face, as he pushed you down, climbing to lay on top of you, as close as possible. Obviously in the mood to cuddle, no matter what you would say.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Whenever he had a nightmare, you would be awake long before him. His sudden jerking of limbs right next to you, pulling you from sleep. Every time you would slowly sit up, not touching him, and instead wait for him to wake up by himself. Shuffling back to lean against the wall, you wait. When he would finally come to with a big gasp, he would look around panicked. It would only take a moment, before he grabs you, and burrows his face in your lap. Big sobs shaking his body. He would talk, but stutter heavely, thrills and whistles would make it hard to understand him. Never mind, that he was still slurring his words from sleep. This would be the only time, he would be vulnerable in front of you. Straight from a nightmare, he would use you for his own comfort. Talk to you, till he felt better, about whatever his brain had cooked up that night. It was easier to placate and comfort him on those nights. You had learned that the hard way.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He doesn´t seem to register the punches, the kicking. Ignores the screaming. He laughs when you bite him. Cooing at you, proud for you to marking – maybe even scarring – him like that. He bites back as well. Drunk on joy of how you seem to reciprocate his feeling for you. This is not a game, that you can win. The look in his eyes tells you, to appreciate that he sees your fighting as a game, that he enjoys scuffling with you. Because if you already can´t win the game, you would certainly loose the fight. And the consequences would be gruesome.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He loves the hunt. You can see it in his eyes, how much he enjoys it, whenever you try to turn away from him. To run. To escape from him. He adores the chase. His eyes glinting in delight, when he jumps up to chase after you. His feet carrying him securely across the uneven forest ground, while you stumble. He knows, that you won´t escape him, and deep down you know the same thing. His confidence let´s him be calm, while your panic clouds every thought. The woods around the cabin are familiar to him, while you struggle not to fall. No matter where you turn, you know he will still be on your trail. You can hear him whistling behind you. And when his weight suddenly slams into your back, his knees pressing into your back, as you hit the ground. He lets out a delighted hoot. It´s only slowly, that he will get off from you. Pulling you from the forest floor, absent-mindedly patting dirt from your clothes, as he pulls you back to the cabin.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He leans over you. At the moment you are still sleeping. Completely unaware of the intruder in your home. He can´t help himself, but to reach out, and softly caress your face. You won´t wake up. Not yet. You are a surprisingly heavy sleeper, as he just finds out, and it suits him just fine. He looks around your room for a moment, shuffling through your papers, rummaging through your pictures. There is a smile on his face, but soon enough, he looses interest in that. The source of it all, after all still sleeps right there. You scream, when you wake up. His face is covered, as you kick and scream, desperately trying to get him off of you. He doesn´t budge. He easily pulls you from your bed, and before you know it, slams your head against the edge of it. Your screaming stops as you dazedly look around. Everything seems to swim and dance. You mumble out something like that and he just laughs quietly, as he lifts you from the ground, half-dragging you from your room, out of your home. You don´t know it yet, but it is the last time you´ll ever see it.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He looks at you laying on his bed. Still unconscious. You´re breathing peacefully, blood dripples down your face. Not that you notice it. With a quiet sigh, he stands up to get a wet cloth. Carefully dabbing at your wound, he wonders why he even took you in the first place. His tongue clicks, more annoyance than tick, as his head rolls to the side. Settling back down into the chair to watch you, he drums his fingers anxiously on the armrest. He already knows how this will end. No matter, what he will try or attempt, how much he wants to trust in you. There is only one possible ending left for you and him. You will leave him. You will betray him. And he, in a fit of rage will kill you. It´s almost sobering, and he chuckles slightly. He always set himself up for disappointment, but he doesn´t mind. It´s always nice, while it lasts. You twitch, seems like this story is about to start. He doesn´t know the middle, but it comforts him, that he already knows its end.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

You had noticed, before he came for you, that the people you would get closer to, would vanish. They would become the victims of gruesome murders. His murders, as you had to realize later. The rage he felt, upon seeing you with someone else, drove him, to murder them in a gruesome fashion. It calmed him down tremendously. Toby would later talk to you, about his murders. Seeming almost proud, as he looked at you. Either not caring, or not recognizing the horror you would mirror back at him. Wide eyes, short breath. For him, you looked excited. And so he kept talking. Happy to share his stories with you. While you slowly realize, that you won´t get away from him alive. Not with how easy killing seems to be for him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

You watch his every step. But that isn´t surprising. You just woke up in this place one day. Him chattering endlessly into your ear. If the situation was any different, it would be easier for you to admit. Toby is actually quite sweet, when it comes to you. He has his mood swings were he is annoyed and in general aggravated by everything, but you also noticed, that he distances himself from you before that. You see, that he quiet literally bites his tongue, and just waves you away instead. His entire behaviour just tells you how much he adores you. He tends to sticks close to you. He listens attentively, when you say something. You´re always touching somehow, with how he tries to cuddle up to you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He was picking at his cheek again. Pulling at the edges of the wound with his fingers, when he clasped his hand in his lap to stop himself from ripping it open even further, he unconsciously started to prod it with his tongue. Toby was nervous. Terribly so. His eyes track your movements almost lazily. He perks up when he notices, who you are talking to and his teeth grit. When blood suddenly pools into his mouth, he opens it again, and carefully feels out, how much of his tongue he accidentally bit off now again. Not much. Lucky. It would be a lot easier if he could approach you. Felt confident enough in himself, to simply go up to you and introduce himself. He ticks. His head rolling to the side, as he clicks his tongue. It repeats several times, before it finally stops again. The stress is slowly getting to him, which only makes everything worse. After all, he is very aware of how he looks – his hair is disheveled, his clothes always dirty, there is a giant hole in his cheek and he looks like he hasn´t slept in days – and the habits he has – the ticks, so many of them, the stutter, and quite frankly the social ineptitude – that approaching you can only become a disaster. So he thinks of something else, as he watches you disappear behind your door, checking the lock quickly, as he leaves. It´s not a very good one. It would be easy for him. And well, once you´re with him, it can´t be that bad, right? With a grin, he hounds down your newest suitor, happily whistling, as he already plans to come back tonight.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

It´s hard for him to control his emotions in any manner. He tries sometimes. Leaves, when he feels, how his emotions nearly overrun him. But it never works. His mouth is often so much faster, than his mind can keep up with. He talks about blood and guts, and how fun killing those guys were. How much fun it was. All the while not even realizing, that you aren´t enjoying what he talks about. Sometimes he simply sits down next to you, refusing to say anything, as he simply watches how you move. He knows, that he will say the wrong thing again, when he opens his mouth. It´s inevitable for him. He can feel the tension building up in his body, and the sudden way, that it releases again. Sometimes it´s just a click of the tongue, a slight twitch, and other times a full body shiver. He never could hide, mask like other people did. With his body, his emotions. And over time, he stopped trying. He grew more careful, sure, but he was always true to himself.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

You look at him. He is shaking, as he tries to take deep breaths. You can see, that he is trying to say something, but it seems like he has problems forming the words. His brows furrow, almost like he is in pain, and then he violently twitches. His head drops down to his shoulder, there is a loud crack, and you flinch away. You can see, that he suddenly looses his balance, and drops to the floor. His attempts at speaking stop, as he simply rides out the ticks. For a moment you wait, breath held, to see what he will do next. He is slow, when he pushes himself back to his feet. You can tell, that he is still angry, and his stutter is worse. „Go away!“ He points to the room, he shares with you, and you don´t try to fight him on it. You leave. Slide down the door. Only moments later, you can hear things breaking, screaming. It doesn´t stop. His crying gets louder, as he lets out his frustrations on the furniture. Nothing will be left standing in his path. You are safe in the room. Still scared.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You try to run, when he leaves the hut for the first time. You can´t believe, that this is supposed to be your new home or whatever he calls it. It makes you sound like some sort of stray animal, that he picked up on the way. It aggravates you. When you finally get the damn lock on the door open, you don´t wait for another moment. You´re out of the door and running. The forest is not familiar to you, you don´t even know, if you´re close to your actual home. A giddy laugh almost escapes you, that is tragically cut short, when the handle of a hatchet just barely misses you head. Ducking, you stumble forward. Turning to the side, you can see the man – What was his name again? Toby? – watching you. Though, you can´t see his eyes through his googles. He stands still for one moment. In the next, he is already upon you. Throwing you down to the floor, his weight enough to immobilize you. „Not now. Let´s play later, kay?“, with that he simply starts to drag you back. The hand around your ankle like a vice, as he slowly, but clearly not bothered by you, makes his way back to the hut.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

You swallow. Completely unnerved by the way, he is looking at you. Wide eyes staring at you. Almost lazily, he makes clicking sound with his tongue. It´s strange to someone act like this. You carefully try to move further away from him, hoping that a greater distance will lessen the absolute terror you are feeling at the moment. It doesn´t work. Instead a smile slowly grows on his face. His eyes bright. The gaping wound on his cheek wrapping to accommodate the change. You shudder. He lowly starts to talk. His voice nothing but a whisper. He stutter, you notice, and if you would actually listen to what he says, you would notice, that sometime he interrupts himself with a strange term or phrase. But you don´t, so you only notice his stutter. Not that you are focusing on that either, as he slowly crawls over to you. Closer and closer, till he can reach you again. His fingers twist themselves into the hem of your clothing, as he keeps talking to you. His eyes unwavering. Looking at you. Maybe even through you. You don´t know. All you can focus on is the way he holds on to you. Careful. Afraid. Not willing to let go. Never letting you leave.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You have stopped to answer him for quite some time now. No matter what he says, you seem to ignore him. At this point, he is sure, that he said something to upset you, but he doesn´t know what it was. And he can´t ask you either, because you are giving him the silent treatment. Well, he talks enough to fill the silence between the two of you by himself. And you always had been a good listener. Though recently he started to notice a saccharine smell clinging to everything, like rot or mould, in the hut. He shrugs it off, and helps you to the living room. Unmoving. So still, but he hefts you up anyway to carry you over. He absent-mindedly wonders, if you would at least eat something today. He talks to fill the silence. The smell of decay his most loyal friend. And you. Or whatever is left of you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Sometimes he does wonders. He looks at you, and imagines a world where the two of you could have met differently. Before long though, he will shake his head again, forgetting this flight of fancy, as he focuses on what he has. There is no use for him to cry over lost opportunities. There are already so many things, that he doesn´t know. So many things, that he had forgot. He will watch you, stay close to you, in this little hut, that he calls his home. Sometimes, he will wonder again, when you cry yourself to sleep. But instead of wondering for long, he simply takes you in his arms to shush you back to sleep. There is nothing he can do about it now. He doesn´t regret taking you. Because he knows, he would have regretted it more to let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Some days, Toby will flinch away from loud men screaming with rage, without knowing why. He will look at some girls, and wonder why they seem familiar to him, as if they remind of someone he once knew. When he works, he sometimes hums something under his breath, without knowing the words to the melody. Even then, he is sure, that when he tries to sing you to sleep, that the words would be in a language he had forgotten a long time ago. He is reminded of a past, that doesn´t exist any more for him. Toby has lost many pieces of himself. Too many. He can´t give anything of himself away any more, without becoming hollow. So, when he gave you his heart without knowing, he had to keep it close. No matter what.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

There is a heavy clump in his chest, pressing down on his lungs, as you let out another anguished wail. He was fighting against his won tears, as he tried to calm you down, but nothing was working. He couldn´t even remember what had upset you so suddenly, or when you had started to cry like this. He coos at you, pulling you into his arms with a hug. Peppering kisses across your face – over the bridge of your nose, your eyes, before pressing one deeply to your forehead – while he carded through your hair. Even if he didn´t understand why you so sad, he knew that the two of you would get through this. Together.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Before long, you notice, that his mood tends to be... unstable. It´s not something, that is very surprising at first – the whole man seems to be the definition of unstable – and yet it is still something, that you notice quite often. Because no matter what you do, he will still lash out without rhyme or reason. Sometimes at you, sometimes when he quite literally recoils from you to leave the room. It´s quite – at least that´s one word for it – strange. Another thing, that tends to draw your attention is how he clings to you. No matter where you go or what you try to do – When he is there, he will hold onto you. Most days he will try to fill the silence with his talking, still always keeping an eye on you as if waiting for your approval. On other days, he will be quiet, but his hand will be fisted into your sleeves, as he simply holds on. The strangest thing, though, is how used you get to him.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He was gone again. You didn´t know if it would only be hours, days or maybe even weeks. You look over the little hut, he called home and you called far less favourable things. You think about it for a moment longer. Then decide „Fuck it!“ and bolt. You don´t if you will run directly into his arms or if you will actually get away. But event then, he could still catch up to you. Doubt floods your mind, but for the moment you are free. You would laugh, if he didn´t remind you so much of yourself at the moment. Because no matter how much you wanted forget, you could never quite do it. Leave behind the days on which you would basically barricade yourself into your room to avoid all possible contact with other people, and instead of doing something – anything – productive, stare at your wall for several hours. You understood him in that moment, and quite frankly hated yourself quite a bit for it as well. You sat down next to him, and wondered if he would even care in this state, if you simply walked out of the door.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

It happens quickly. Like everything with him does. Without warning or any prompting. No sign for you. Nothing. One moment, he is still cuddling up to you. And while you are uncomfortable with it, you still let him do what he wants. He is talking about something or the other – you aren´t really listening to him – while you pet his hair slowly. Tousling it one way and then another, as you hum every once in a while. You could almost call it peaceful. And in the next moment, he is screaming. Cursing loudly, he lashes out. You shriek in fright, when he goes for your face. The pain is sharp, when his fingernails cut your cheek open. He is nearly spitting, as he yowls in anger. He throws himself away from you, as you start to sob quietly. Tearing at his hair, he flees from the room. Later, he will apologize. All soft again. „Sorry, sorry“, he wont´t stop repeating, as he wipes the dried blood away, and presses a soft kiss to your face, which he cradles between his palms. „Love you“. Still you can´t help but to notice the slight tremor running through his limps from now on.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Toby likes to bring you gifts. Sometimes, at least. It´s never something grand. Little things, that reminded him of you, that he presents to you with a smile. It´s almost cute. Though sometimes, when he thinks you aren´t looking, you see the mask fall. How his eyes take in your reaction. He is manipulating you. You know that. Doesn´t mean, you know how to stop it. He likes to think, that he is a good boyfriend. He adores you. But worship? Revering you? No, thank you. He likes to be close to you. Likes to hold you. Likes to play fight with you. He likes the quiet moments, and the screams. But some days, he hates you as well. He knows that. It´s nothing, that he can change. He could never worship you. You and him are too human for that. Just mortals. Just people. But that is what he loves most about you. Being human.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He had forgotten, when he had started to follow you around. Has it been a week, a month? Maybe it had been summer back then, he muses, as snow melts on his gloves. He doesn´t remember the first moment, he saw you. But he does remember, that he always recognized you. No matter how much time had passed. He always felt like he knew you. Maybe he did. He wouldn´t know. He has forgotten so many things, that were supposed to be important. A low growl escapes him, as you entertain another idiot. No matter how often he cleans up, there always more of them vying for your attention. Seems like tonight will be busy for him again. He wonders if you would like to hear all the stories, he collected while watching over you. Though, they might be a bit bloody for your taste. He clicks his tongue, a low whistle following, as his eyes follow you again. Maybe one day, he will make sure, that no one else can get your attention except him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He watches your every move carefully. Afraid, that he accidentally hurt you again. He knows, that he feels pain different than you do. He knows, that you deal with some things differently than he does. He knows all of that. So, he watches you. He sees it, when your eyes go glassy. When your facial expressions start to dull. He sees it. He knows something is wrong, when you lean in close to him. Sighing almost wistfully, as you intertwine your hands. You never done that before. He tries to break you out of this mood. Maybe you need something new to entertain you? Maybe some fresh air? It´s not like he adores you like this too, but he worries over you. When your spark does not return to you, he gives up. Instead, he simply leans closer to you, holds your hand like he always wanted to, and tells you of his day. You don´t flinch, and he doesn´t mind.

[tooies]

i am remaking

hey everyone sorry i just have too many eyes on me and it's starting to take a toll on my mental health so in the interest of my sanity i have decided to remake so i can have less responsibility and less random normal people following me and seeing all my freakposts. mutuals you can dm me for my new url if you want. byebye!

[jaitunapie]

taking a short hiatus again bc we have a big band comp coming up, which means extra rehearsals after school for the next WEEK. On top of that, Im also stuck editing a film project, so byebye to wtvs left of my sanity</3

LAWDDD WAITT MY ALMOST-FINISHED DANI FIC IS ABOUT TO ROT IN MY DRAFTS, AND THE SMAU I’VE ALREADY MADE FIVE CHAPTERS FOR???

School wants to kill me so badddddd😹😹🤣🤣❌ LLLLLLL

(ILL LET U GUYS KNOW IF WE WIN THO😝😝😝)

[dreaming-medium]

Heyyy…

You still alive?

Kinda worried ngl. A lot of people are in crisis rn…

Stay safe pls. Take care of yourself. Don’t feel pressured to come onto social media, it’s a real shit-show. Don’t feel pressured to write anything. Just pls please please make sure you take care of yourself, even if that’s just drinking a small cup of water and eating something.

You’re so much more than an author on here, and we all care about you and want you to be happy and healthy.

K byebye, sleep well. Or good morning- I’m too lazy to calculate the time rn… but I’m sending you well wishes, and I genuinely hope you’re doing okay🫶

Hi love bug,

Thank you so much for checking in, you’re so sweet. I wont lie, I’m having an extremely hard time as of late. There’s just this lingering sense of fear and dread sitting very heavily in my chest.

I’ve been limiting myself on social media to avoid doom scrolling. I have limits on my Twitter and tik tok to only 30 minutes a day. Hopefully it’ll help a large part of my sanity.

Truthfully, I’ve been having a hard time finding the motivation to write, especially Animals Without Direction. That story, which has such heavy themes of genocide, racism, and overall hatred is a hard universe to place my mind into at the moment.

It was supposed to be fictional story with real world themes and it’s hitting closer and closer to home every day now.

It’s hard to try and conjure an evil, fictional entity when it feels like one was just elected into office.

I’m focusing on things that make me happy and take my brain off of everything. I’ve been rewatching some of my favorite TV shows (Brooklyn Nine Nine is the current one) and I’ve been making sure to smile and eat and try and enjoy the little things.

I hope you are doing the same!

I got this message first thing in the morning when I woke up for work 💖 you’re so sweet. I really appreciate this message. It made my day start in a positive way.

Much much love to you 💖💖

[0samu4]

Intro (?)

You can call me Samu, any pronouns, uhh I'm just writing for fun because im bored asf requests are open so yay! Note that I am dyslexic so there might be a few errors here and there...

Oh btw I do requests (mainly oneshots and hcs) also might be slow due to school

Fandoms that I will write about:

Identity V , Forsaken , Sakamoto days.

(Not a lot but man it's for my sanity)

RULES:

I WILL write:

fluff, angst, comfort, character x reader, character x character (on my own terms since certain characters might be ooc) lowkey anything just look at what I won't write

I WILL NOT write:

Nsfw/smut (sory folks), pedophilia, incest, age-gaps, SH, SA, problematic characters, prob more if I see smth if I don't write.

Okay that's all byebye

(also , I'm new to tumblr so deal with me...)

[captainbobbin]

Istg I will go on a rant because I cannot control myself- I LOVE YOUR XEMSAI AND MOONROCKS ART ITS PERFECT- half the time I see your art or reread a fanfic I just want to instinctively go *nom* like that kid that at a letter from the author of some kids book that I can’t remember the name of rn- I kid you not the second I saw Saïx and Xemnas in kh I shipped them SO HARD it’s not even funny- then- then came terra- I already sold my soul to xemnas and saïx so I sold my sanity for terra- oki byebye

ahhh thank you so much for your lovely comment!! Its so nice of you asdhagsdh thank you for reading my fics and enjoying my art and for letting me know that it resonates so much with you! :) comments like yours really help fuel me and keep me workin'

Its always a delight to hear that others share my obsessive brainrot around these messed up gremlin men hahaha - I'm still working on a lot of fic and this month I've got a bunch of art coming, so I hope you continue to enjoy your time here :D I also really loved Xemnas and Saïx from the very start, all those years ago. And Terra is so very sweet and loving and fits so well with Isa. They really mean so much to me, and its always really warms me through to hear that people like what I do and how I portray my special faves both separately and together in my art.

Enjoy your meal my friend hahaha I hope you keep chewing on my fics! <3

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary327

8/11-12/24

sunday - monday

you would not believe how hellish this sleeping pattern is!!

i was gonna try and stay up all ... day, i said night, but it's day now, my mind's fuzzy as hell, i was also gonna read but i just keep getting sidetracked and all this stuff, i was gonna try and stay up all night, day, sorry, and sleep at like 10 pm... that is like 11 hours from now. that's horrible!

my gf was gonna stay up too, is the thing that would have let me stay up longer probably, but she's asleep now. so i just have to sleep.

i did just do some editing now... nice.

i want to work on more songs... i did 2 today, as well, maybe more... it's hard to really think straight about it, i wrote some new riff down and i think i like the riff ideas a lot but i kind of hate the guitar sound, it's just not reactive enough idk... it doesn't handle lower tones well... i need to figure out how to get something that sounds almost clean but that's hard with synths, or not clean, but simply overdriven and not super distorted, and to let the mids come through better... huhmnnnnmagggggggggggg

i am just too fucking tired to be thinking about this though, and i'm really past the point of sanity re: judging my music...

here's the guitar bit i'm really obsessed with kinda, i just really would like to get spider-y sounding stuff down better, without it sounding so...idk, gothic? in my hands, it's not that i want to refuse like, some kinda gothiness, i mean this song has that, but it's a different kinda spider-y, i want less. hmm, it sounds almost like an acoustic thing? with what i have, but i want something jangly and irritating, and so when i do get into the more no-wavey bits, it's not so odd i guess.

but idk, there's no point in being so anal about this right now. i have to sleep.

but tomorrow i wanna try harder on figuring that out, maybe i'll get really into that or something... idk... i just want to make my dumb faggy songzzz.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bergamo-money-bergamo-problems]

"By accident? I mean, yeah, I expect it'd be pretty hard to do that without- mmph!" Harley started to say before she was roughly cut off by Nina's pressed lips and strong arms hefting her into the air. "Woo! Lotta power packed into that bod of yours, you sure you got put into a sexbot and not a combaaaaaaa-"

Harley's voice trailed off into a long, sustained moan of pleasure as Nina's tongue slid across her pussy, across her lips, and into her. The heroine's lubricant-spit was hardly necessary; Harley was already soaking wet from the whole encounter thus far, and every moment she spent with her thighs wrapped around Nina's head, bare ass hanging out in public while trapped between a wall and an impossibly long tongue slithering inside of her was one where she was in rapturous delight. Her hands grasped at Nina's black bob-cut, fingers running through the raven locks of hair, and grasped desperately for some sort of hold or way to steady herself. There was none. Not really. The closest thing Harley had to sanity had gone byebye now, and she was going to fucking enjoy every minute.

"God ya fuckin'- Holy shit ya hungry little slut!" she grunted, jaw trembling as she felt the tip of Nina's tongue tease at her innermost reaches. She hadn't gotten this stuffed since Ivy had tested a crazy new sort of tendril of hers on her, and that was nowhere near as wet as whatever it was Nina's tongue was coated in. Slowly, one side of Harley's face started to curl into a guilty, pleasured smirk as she felt a growing tension in her hips, the pulsing little nub of her clit red hot and rock hard. "Girl ya keep fuckin me with ya tongue like that, I'll do whateva' ya-"

That was when IT happened. The Big One. The hardest Harley had cum in years... maybe ever. Her thighs clamped around Nina's head, her head snapped back, blonde pigtails flailing as she writhed in the air, little streams of tears from her eyes making her mascara run.

"I'm fucking cummin'! I'm cummin'! Drink it! Drink it baby!" she bellowed before devolving into a manic, pained laughter of agony and ecstasy.

⚔️?

(action starter? Action starter!)

Middle of the day patrol. You know what you do when you're paroling the streets in the middle of the day? Rescuing cats from trees, helping people who need directions. The kind of thing that USED to be done by the cops, back when they just patrolled the streets on foot and bothered to talk to people.

Still, if they were going to give up the space of being the friendly neighborhood person making people feel safer, Cybergoth certainly could fill that space! And nobody would comment about how she looked, considering how superheroes tend to be just... Like That.

You know, incredibly attractive people in skintight latex and the like.

Action? She had yet to really SEE action. She didn't have flight or anything like that, just a motorcycle and a connection to the police band. Most of the time, if something gets called in either the police are swarming the site (and wouldn't want some random goth forcing her way in.) or some other hero's already dealt with it!

No, sadly, so far her day to day was handing the nice little girl her cat (who was only mildly confused his claws couldn't stick into the strange woman who easily pulled it free from the tree branch with strength alone) and walking back to her bike, adjusting her goggles and breather mask that was the real component of her hero 'outfit'.

Seriously, what did it take to get some action around here? Something that stands out?

[love-amihan]

Not to be a n00b but, how to Selfship September?

wait it's sellfship september?!?! fkwebk idk din, channel ur inner undying love for ur fave? HAHAHAHA

[fluorescent-fungus]

Hello tumblr, oli is still alive. Wasn’t sure if I should update this series cuz idk if anyone enjoys it but eh I like writing for it so here have part 3 ehe ok byebye

Xiao x child!reader Pt 3

Masterlist 

Tw/cw: -

Having you around really did drag his days longer than he would have fancied. If he didn't notice it before, he did now.

Make no mistake, you were a burden to him, an unnecessary and annoying addition to his work. Your presence had interfered with his usual patrol routes. Now, even traveling from place to place was an agonisingly slow chore.

Why were children's feet so small? He glanced back at you, pathetically waddling up the slope to where he was.

He sighed in annoyance. Even your full strides were tiny. He eventually gave up pestering you to keep up with him, and settled with adjusting his walking pace to that of yours.

This was getting nowhere. Not being able to efficiently carry out his job was gnawing away at his sanity and he was getting more and more jumpy with each minute that passed. He felt as if he was leashed to a snail, punished to stand around idly all day waiting for it to catch up to him.

By the time he got to fulfiling his so called adepti duties, he'd be old and batty like the other adepti... brooding their days away and selfishly guarding their abodes, along with whatever treasure their sentiment clung onto.

He pictured himself sitting crossed legged by the entrance to his realm with a scowl, stray wrinkles an unsightly addition to the corners of his eyes.

Did he gain a few pounds? He crinkled his nose as he caught sight of a layer flab peeking through from under his chin.

Slightly horrified by the scene that wormed its way into his head, he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. It worked, pulling him back to reality.

It was all your fault, the extra waiting time had slowed his world down. It allowed his mind the unwanted luxury of wandering to all the drifting thoughts he never had the time to indulge in before you ever came into the picture.

Don't think, Xiao. Hand the child over to Wangshu and you'll be on your way. He stretched his back muscles, unused joints popping away as he shuffled around restlessly. The lack of exercise was getting to him. 

“Are we there yet? How long moree?” You groaned.

He spun around, hand on hip, giving you a cold glare.

“If you stopped complaining, we would have reached Wangshu Inn a long time ago.” He pressed, leaning his weight on to one foot while tapping the other impatiently.

“Less whining, more walking.”

The idea of freedom never felt so out of his grasp.

“Can't we just piggyback? I don't wanna walk anymore!” You slouched over, taking another half-step forward.

“No.” He said firmly.

He had resorted to piggybacking you a few days ago. It seemed to make the day go faster, he could cover more ground and get things done. Plus, you seemed to thoroughly enjoy him leaping into the air and plummeting down from the heights.

It was reassuring that you trusted him enough to not screech and wail for your life during the ride, unlike a certain handful of ungrateful humans whom he had unfortunately encountered throughout his years.

His internal thanksgiving session was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of your legs clanking down the side of his thighs.

He celebrated too soon.

“Am I a horse? Stop kicking my sides.”

You ignored his comment, squishing his cheeks and forcing his face forward. “Giddy up, boy!”

He grimaced.

“That's it. You're walking the rest of the way. Don't come complaining when your feet are sore and you can't walk anymore. I don't care.” He snapped, setting you down on the ground.

“Aww, but–”

“No buts. Walk.”

As a high and mighty adeptus, he wasn't going to let you get the better of him this time... Not anymore. He had the pride of an adeptus to uphold, and it should never have been trampled upon by a human child.

Cursing himself for letting his guard down, he took a big stride ahead of you, swiftly hiding his conflicted expression from your curious eyes. Was he getting soft? Maybe some endurance training was in order...

You, on the other hand, weren't planning to give in. It was entertaining. Plus, your feet were indeed sore from all the walking.

And so continued the incessant squabbling between the adeptus and the child. You were both stuck in this stupid game— a game of you picking away at every one of his nerves, and him trying to deflect all of your witty little remarks in his signature deadpan manner... That is, until either side caved—not something you both planned on doing anytime soon.

[batarella]

BITCH THATS NOT COOL MY SANITY IS ALREADY LOW

THEN I WILL WORK MY ASS OFF UNTIL IT ALL GOES BYEBYE

[ao3feed-weilan]

by daiki

[“You know what the diviner’s instructions were, right? Gather the hallows and let fate run its course or else there can be dire consequences.”

Zhao Yunlan clenched his fist as he recalls Shen Wei’s hardships paralleled with Ye Zun’s loss of sanity, the ghost lovers’ fate in an effort to protect him, the brewing war as the vision the hallows have given him on their deaths, and an ever burning flame on his soul as he watched Shen Wei disappear stay clear.

“There can’t be anything more dire than that future.”

The two leaders looked at each other meaningfully. “And if the bulk of the repercussions on you twisting the timeline falls on you?”

Zhao Yunlan huffed in amusement and flipped his long hair to his back. “If I'm the one who has to pay then so be it.”]

 (aka ye zun is a bad influence to shen wei and add that in for 10,000 years where they're both awake, alive, and together waiting for a certain someone's reappearance in their lives --- THIS CAN GET DARK; canon divergence au where zhao yunlan as kunlun ends up saving ye zun in the past and meddling with time)

Words: 6315, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV), 镇魂 | Guardian - priest

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Shěn Wēi/Zhào Yúnlán, Yè Zūn & Zhào Yúnlán, Shěn Wēi & Yè Zūn & Zhào Yúnlán, Shěn Wēi & Yè Zūn

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, this can get dark so byebye if you dont like that

[spirits-dump]

wheeeeee

i havent sleept for dayss.. but thiis is fiiiiiiiiiiineeee..

i keep seeing this . eh... things, but its okay!

nah... maybe i shpuld go to bed... hhhhh.. i a few hours...

damn... my eyes hurt like hell... i cant focus anyways...

ech... hav some shitty art