#cw death implication

[isnt-a-blog-blog]

ok so i feel the need to put a content warning here for this one but other than body horror because HLL i dont know exactly how to tag it?

i mean, spoiler alert, i made an art sequence of hunter to HLL based off a series of music albums centered around prion disease in a similar vain to EATEOT literally just named "vCJD" (the name of the disease the album is an allegory for) and like, what do i even put a content warning for? death? neurodegenerative disease? unsettling audio? i dont know, someone please tell me what to tag this because im probably gonna run out of tags trying to put every single edge case

anyway boring disclaimer aside

hi there

remember that time i made a teaser over a year ago about shaped hunter?

i finally bothered to finish it

credits to those under the alias "The patients" for the music and the artist PhiSigma who's cover arts for vCJD i am parodying in this

p.s. nobody managed to guess the topic for this so unfortunately that cookie goes unclaimed

[berrygod43]

it's finally fucking over. no more Biruritchi, no more Rui, no more Kanzaki, no more Team Great Rocket. I'm going back home

[esteemed-excellency]

Ok I finished the eel story, it was fun! I really liked all the marine descriptions in the middle and the love story at the end (and the kraken). Also I love that in Fallen London you can eat an eel that went through ego death. Normal nutritious meal 👍

[midnight1nk]

Read your review, right and it made me realise my mistake. I- I didn't even notice the title was all caps. Which is something I like- it's my bad theorist thing right? Mainly because it doesn't make sense. But the more I look at them, the more it feels like- IT FEELS LIKE they're trying to say something.

And I'm still not over the Vanny masks. Count that with the "SMG3 takeover" with Steam and I'm getting uncomfortable(/pos) by the second. Like I know the idea of an arc where 3 and 4 are the antagonists together (TOGETHER???!?%??!!?!???%?!?!?! 😳😳😳😳😳😲😲😨😲😲😲😳😳) and they need help to get their shit together like. I'd be SOOOOO here for it.

And anyways, do you think 4 sometimes thinks about how he should've died with the castle so he wouldn't need to live with that guilt, that maybe why he was so non chalant about it even this time all things considered because he feels like it'll be something he will never live down? The inside out episode still feels so out of place to me. It had to mean something to this. What if Glitchtrap!Puzzles and 3 and 4 are like Gregory and Vanessa. This is an idea that kills me. It is actively stabbing me in the back. Like, the implications are crazy. Especially if you know how the whole digital infection thing Glitchtrap does works. Because I won't lie if the IGBP thing can be compared to it, maybe 4 DOES have a reason to want to die as much as I hate to say that.

it's always these titles, dude, they're trying to mess with us (TEAM WHEN I GET YOU TEAM /silly). a reverse-WOTFI 2023, where instead of 4 & 3 working together as protagonists, they'll be the antagonist duo...

y'know what? I FW IT HEAVY HONESTLY, HELL YEAH 🤝

IGBP, oh i've been thinking about the implications of 4 for MONTHS. i have too many thoughts about it that you guys need to shove me into the basement to make me stop talking 😊💙

anyway 4, buddy, you need to get therapy. you need it bc there is absolutely no way you haven't been constantly thinking about IGBP. Chat, 4 does think about it but he's suppressing it so much that we as the audience can't see it. EXCEPT in wotfi 2025, when Mr Puzzles took control of the channel for Puzzle Park. When 4 least expected it, he gets reminded of what happened, and this time, he couldn't hide. so yeah, makes sense why he thinks this way and he's a ticking bomb of guilt oof

"SMG4: Inside Out" strikes again, they can't keep getting away with it!! something is off about that episode and the main 2 things I was able to come up with are that 4 is currently (1) Mr Puzzles' failsafe to bring back goop!4, or (2) the unintentional spy. but because of the Vanny mask, my third might come true after all, 4's mind is going to be altered. Painfully, if we're going through the Glitchtrap route. If it's exactly how it is in FNAF, then 4 would be to be emotionally vulnerable for the plan to work, at his lowest (point, wow just like Puzzles). Possibly, at the same level as he did for MAR10 Day. Or worse, surpass it.

i guess Mario was right, "be afraid"

thanks for the ask!

[grunesdragon]

The Hanged Man

[liauditore]

day twenty five of drawing lizzie shadowlady everyday until life smp season 5.

[madmanwonder]

type prompt

Jin was walking back home, when he opened he find Xiaoyu preparing food for him and holding a bloodied knife.

Jin: Xiaoyu…

Xiaoyu: Yes Jin?

Jin: Whose blood is that on the knife?

Xiaoyu: It chicken blood.

Jin: Chicken blood.

Xiaoyu: Yep. Chicken blood and not some random floozies blood.

Jin:

[coulsonlives]

No matter how serious the situation is, this guilt-trippy shit reads like pure undistilled propaganda. Like omg, I'm contributing to someone's death by not rbing?! I'm betraying everyone??? Oh no!! /s

[es-quest]

Why is the water rising? Where is it now?

You're not really sure. You think it's going to swallow you soon though.

It's so quiet, and cold.

Your eyes start to close.

[amynchan]

My grandma said something once, and I just remembered it.

"When crossing the road, the first child rarely gets hit by the car; it's almost always the child who follows."

I know that she meant that I had to think for myself and not blindly follow others, but aaah, the angst. Of loving and trusting someone and seeing that they came to no harm (someone eho likely meant you no harm either!), so you followed and followed and followed, hoping to be in on the fun, only to get body slammed by something bigger and scarier and more dangerous than you ever imagined. Something that could have or did kill you.

And now I'm sad because angst reasons.

[prettyskitty973]

[A letter, on Goldenrod Ecological Society letterhead, with Professor Bellamy Amaryllis's name at the top]

Ah, Thomas, I hope you are doing well my friend. I could not help but see your unfortunate situation with the sick Chansey. I wish I could give you more positive advice, but frankly I believe that perhaps the pokemon in question may be best served my putting her down.

The special needs that she is requiring require such a specialized home that it is more likely than not that she will be sitting in quarantine for years before a suitable placement is found. In that time she will be a danger both to the rest of your flock, but she risks spreading it to any wild avian pokemon that gets too close. This is not even touching on the husbandry issues that arise from keeping a flocking pokemon alone for such an extended period of time.

I of course do not pretend to have any sort of power over your decisions, but I would only ask that you consider these points as you move forward.

Yours,

Professor Bellamy Amaryllis.

hello sir

i.

chansey are very social pokemon. keeping her isolated from people and pokemon is cruel.

i will continue to look for facilities that have need for pokemon for pokerus research for a bit longer. i am not hopeful.

[astrxthesiai]

≡ = offering a place to stay overnight. (for Sarina)

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- (no expiration)

Sarina had been wandering through the streets in the rain. She had a mission, and her hit really did a number on her. She immediately yanked her coat, took the free care supplies, and walked out of the clinic into the pouring rain.

Sarina placed her hand over her abdomen wound. She was not sure if she reopened the stitches. However, the Varia Cloud needed to keep going. She needed to find a place to stay. That was where she bumped into Squaletta, the Varia Rain Officer and Commander.

The commander took one look at her and Sarina's eyes widened when Squaletta informed her of a safe house. She looked to the side, about to refuse, but her legs could not keep her upright any longer. Her abdomen hurt from the stitched stab wound. Sarina sighed.

She would have to swallow her pride. She looked at Squaletta.

"Yeah, I could use a place to rest," she answered. "There's no way I'm staying at Dr. Shamal's clinic. Show me the way."

[lucielxbe]

chuseok / little bird ╋━

luciel remembers the first time he celebrated chuseok in the orphanage, when he was just ‘jihyun’.

thanksgiving. gratitude. jihyun is taught to be grateful to those that took care of him and the other children. he couldn’t understand why such a thing needs to be celebrated, or something about honouring one’s ancestors that he’s never met before. he goes along with it regardless, he’s only a child after all.

there’s a party in the late evening. for once, everyone is dressed in pretty hanboks and eating well. jihyun isn’t all that interested in anything, he just follows what everyone else is doing—they seem happy, so he should be happy too. eventually, he gets distracted by the decorations in the garden, so he ends up wandering outside.

it’s chilly, so he’s reminded to wear a jacket before going out. it’s not that cold, but his caretakers realise that the cold is the only thing he complains about, so they thought he’s sensitive to the weather. he doesn’t even complains when the others (friends? siblings? he doesn’t knows what to call them) laughs at him or pulls his long hair that he doesn’t wants to cut.

jihyun walks around the garden, which isn’t that big to begin with. there’s beautifully lit lanterns and strings of light around the flowery bushes. he notices a bird on one of those bushes. curious, the child looks closer at it, expecting it to fly away, but it doesn’t. it’s trying to fly away, but its feet got caught in the wires.

that’s unlucky. jihyun reaches out to untie its legs, but then he suddenly remembers—didn’t the director said she liked birds? he could give her the bird as ‘thank you’, so he takes the bird into his palms. it keeps trying to fly away, and the child knew that it could fly away.

so, he ■■■■■■ it.

the director screamed at him that day. it’s a shame, jihyun thought she shouldn’t looked angry, especially on a night where the full moon is glowing beautifully.

[buddy-arc]

“i am a sickly victorian child and this was the last thing i ever read. goodbye.”

[musesofthesun]

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . " // from Akechi to Yui! This could be during her post-game w her hiding the malice but ngl I also think the idea of sb, in this case akechi, investigating the disappearance of Yui's father or the abuse of her household or whatnot could be VERY fun <3 if/when i snatch muses from p4 i think exploring this would be rlly fun w them too :]

the sounds of nightmares. = accepting.

yui wasn't expecting this. the police poked at the event after she called that day, investigated a bit, then seemed to drop it entirely for a good month. now, there's a few people showing up at her house and asking questions; her mother is talking to the other authorities, so it's just yui and this guy... who is someone she vaguely recognizes as a famous person. she's seen him a few times on television from reports centered on things in the bigger cities.

he's good at pressing the situation. she has to give him that. despite the last hour of her being wily and slippery in her answers, he's been persistent and grabbing onto any fragment that he can springboard off of. yui doesn't trust him, but she has to admit: he seems more genuinely inclined to actually help than any other kind of officer that she's met. maybe it's because he's from a big city.

it's funny how his simple statement now - "i can't help you if you hide things from me." - is what causes her to falter in her persistence. her black and tan shiba-pom, kuro, walks over and sits next to her. he leans against her leg as she bites her lip, considering, considering... she draws a shaky breath.

she knows what happened to her father. she saw it firsthand, after all.

"i... have a question, then." she's quieter, more seriously sincere... yet equally anxious in tone. "do... do you believe in spirits, mister?"

[pochaccoups]

cw — nsfw minors dni, possessive reader, reader referred to as a woman, oral (f receiving), mention of breeding, creampie, i need other people to stop perceiving my man

Some days dating an idol is everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

Other days you’re reminded that millions, maybe even tens of millions, of other people want him. You’re reminded by the Instagram comments, videos, Tweets, news articles that fawn over him, all of which garner thousands of views and likes from other people who agree—he’s the perfect man. Strong and buff and hot and kind and gorgeous.

They’re not dating him though. You are. And it’s not that you’re insecure—far from it, in fact, because of Seungcheol’s attentiveness—but sometimes when your feed is riddled with things like fancalls where your boyfriend has been trained to play along as a fan’s boyfriend, you just need a little reassurance.

One of the things you love about dating Seungcheol is that for you he’s built a space where you can be entirely honest with him about any anxieties you have. It means that when you do need his reassurance, you don’t hesitate in voicing it.

“Seungcheol, you’re mine right?”

“I hope so,” he quips, scrolling along on his laptop. Unfortunately for you, he’s too accustomed to your clinginess, which means that sometimes he fails to recognise what you want to hear from him.

You swat at his shoulder like an irritated cat. “Tell me you’re mine.”

He looks at you then and realises you’re being entirely serious.

“Why wouldn’t I be yours? Did I do something?” he asks, now shutting his laptop over. Whatever schedule he’d been emailed about gets shoved to the very back of his brain, replaced with only you.

“No, I just-”

“I can’t have a conversation with someone without bringing you up, and you think I’m not yours?” he says, reaching forward to wrap his hands around yours. His thumbs rub circles into your skin because you’ve told him once or twice how comforting you find it.

“I panic if I don’t have the Hello Kitty cherry keychain you got me when I go overseas, and you think I’m not yours?”

You giggle, growing suddenly shy at his words. His ability to woo you with his words even after two years is impressive, though it shouldn’t be a surprise when his suave and charming attitude was what pulled you to him in the first place.

You give a yelp as he tugs you into his lap without warning, presses you flush against his hard body with the strong hands you love so much.

“I’ve been looking at a ring for you, and you think I’m not yours?”

Your mouth parts with bewilderment and your heart skips a beat, though you barely have the time to comprehend the implications of his confession because he’s ghosting his lips against the curve of your neck.

“Have I not been good at showing it? Is that it?” he asks, grazing his teeth against your skin. You’re under his spell already, eyes rolling into your head as you grow breathless. His palms are hot, gliding under your t-shirt—his t-shirt—sending a shiver along your spine. “Or is my princess just clingy?”

You pull away from him just to pout in his face, but his glassy eyes are dark with desire and it means you don’t stand a chance. Not when his hands have moved to your thighs, inching their way between your legs, rubbing softly at your clothed crotch in a way that has you bracing against him immediately.

“Tell me, baby,” he urges, ghosting his lips against your neck, turning you into a puddle with such ease that it’s embarrassing.

“I want you to show me, Cheol,” you admit. Despite the quiver in your voice, you’re stern. “Show me you’re mine.”

He wastes no time tearing your shorts and panties down your legs, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you, and diving straight between your legs.

He eats you like a man starved, laps at your clit like it’s life or death, peers up at you with hearts in his eyes as you moan and cry so sweetly it makes his dick swell in no time.

Seungcheol has you all mapped out; knows you like the back of his hand. He knows exactly how you’ll whine when he sucks on your clit, how you’ll tug at his hair when he glides his tongue through your folds, how you’ll buck your hips when he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue because you need more.

“More, Cheol,” you cry, echoing his thoughts. So predictable.

He grins against your cunt, pulling back just to let a little glob of saliva drop on it before his mouth latches onto you again. Seungcheol eats you out with a determination that’s dangerous. He’s aware of the telltale signs of your impending orgasm; your moans growing higher and your body unable to stop shifting, and when he knows you’re close, he’ll stop at nothing to give you what you want. What you need.

His tongue grows ruthless, dragging over every inch of your pussy with vigour until you’re crying his name at the top of your lungs and your fingernails are digging into the roots of his hair. He finally lets up a little, just enough so as not to overstimulate you as you cum, and he’s lapping up every drop of your arousal like he hasn’t seen water in weeks.

“I’ll never get over how sweet you taste, fuck,” he utters between the sounds of him slurping at your cunt, and it’s so lewd that your entire body flashes hot.

“Need you in me, baby, please,” you whimper, watching your boyfriend pull away from you with glistening, swollen lips, with his chin and cheeks covered in you. He’s quick to shrug his pants and boxers down his legs, frenzied almost, like he’ll die if he’s not touching you.

Seungcheol leans over you to melt his lips against yours. He’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth in a way that should be overbearing, but there’s an underlying tenderness in the way he kisses you that feels more like he’s pouring his love into you.

“Yours,” he mumbles against your lips. You flinch when he glides his cock along your sensitive cunt, bumps your swollen clit because he can’t help but torture you just a little when you’re all splayed out for him so pretty. His tip catches your hole, making you keen when he still doesn’t slip inside.

“Seungcheol,” you whine, locking your ankles behind his back, pulling him in closer. His face softens when he sees how badly you need it, when he remembers that he’s not making you work for anything, because he has one job and one job only right now—to show you he’s all yours.

In one fluid motion, he slides all the way in, buries himself in you to the absolute hilt like it’s his home, the stretch so good you practically sob. He wastes no time, fucking you with tenacity, letting go of any semblance of self-control the second he feels the warmth of your cunt wrapped around him.

“God, how could I be anyone else’s when this is the pussy I get?” he grunts, fingertips gripping at your hips, guiding you along his fat cock so deliciously that your eyes roll into the back of your head. “My fucking dream woman.”

“You fuck me so good, Cheollie,” you moan, your fingers finding their way to the back of his neck, tugging at the slightly grown out hair there. You pull him in close, your face next to his so your breaths can intertwine, and you whisper, “all mine?”

“All yours. Only yours,” he replies, his thrusts growing faster, harder, more erratic, more debauched from how your pussy grips him, sucks him in. “Let me fill you up, baby. I’ll give you everything.”

You whine at the thought, making him hiss when you clamp down around his cock, but he refuses to slow his pace. In fact, he only fucks you harder into the couch. “Please, yes.”

“Maybe I’ll put my kids in your belly, huh? Will that convince you?”

You nod your head frantically. “Want it, Cheol.”

He only replies with a moan of his own, taking your hands in his and pinning them to the couch. His cock throbs, your cunt dripping wet as you both near the edge of your release.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asks, strained, like he’s holding himself back.

You only nod again, and Seungcheol’s thumb finds your clit, drawing circles until finally he unwinds the knot inside your belly, and you cum with another cry of his name, your walls clenching around him so harshly that he’s spilling inside of you not a moment later.

The kiss he gives you after is so contrastingly soft that you nearly pass out, but it’s the most Choi Seungcheol characteristic you can think of—to fuck you like an animal and kiss you like a loving boyfriend after.

“I love you,” he says, his voice still husky with his orgasm, but there’s nothing but sincerity in his words.

“I love you more,” you reply, smiling like the angel you’re not.

“Not possible.”

“Oh? I don’t believe you, so I guess you’ll just have to show me again.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes. He pretends to be unamused. He loves it though. He loves being yours.