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ê° BEAUTIFUL TORMENT ê± OKKOTSU YUUTA X READER
warnings âą dead dove: do not eat. minors, blank blogs, and ageless blogs do not interactâi will block you! yandere. captivity. stockholm syndrome. mental unwellness. dub/noncon. pet play. omorashi + piss play. cunnilingus. butt plug mention. food mentions. afab + gn reader. pet names are: bunny, my love, baby, sweetness. reader refers to yuuta as âyuuta-sama.â
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notes âą this is my (incredibly belated) birthday present to yuuta! it was a massive undertaking to write; what initially began as a tiny drabble spiraled into...well, this. please heed the warnings before reading! and if you do read, be sure to let me know what you think! mwah <3
Itâs impossible to tell the time of day in a room with neither clocks nor windowsânot that you need to worry your precious little head with keeping time.
Time is not your master, after all.
Your existence is split in twoânot unlike that of the earth: ever rotating on its axis, kissed by sunbeams from dawn until dusk, then solemnly accepting the moonâs company. Waiting for your masterâs light to cut through the shadowy pitch of night is lonely; basking in his presence during the day is suffocating. You are either with or without him, for he is the extent of your life.
There is nothing else.
Lifetimes ago, you resented him. Aimless yet headstrong, you were a feral stray to others and yourself. You spat in the face of his kindness, biting his hand with all the strength you could musterâa wilfull thing, he affectionately called you, unphased by the bloody rivulets coursing down his forearm. His was the only hand that ever deigned to feed you, but compassion was foreign to your frozen heart. It made your chest ache uncomfortably.
(He still dons the scars you gifted him; memento vivere. Sometimes, when you cling to the euphoria of being cradled as he slumbers, you lick each gnarled patch of tissueârepentant before your sins.)
While your spirit was difficult for your master to forge, he recast your body with ease. Quickly, your nerves memorized the savage shock of pain and the satisfying hum of pleasure. Even though there was a disconnect with your unyielding mind, your body was obedient when you faltered; honest when you lied; meek when you resisted. It was a steep adjustmentâmelting down and fitting into the mold he created for you.
But you now bear the invisible marks of his torment beautifully.
Reflecting on your past cruelty and ignorance is excruciating. While youâve done your best to forget, memories claw at your psyche when youâre swathed in starlight, solitary and susceptible. Though you know you belong with himâat his feet or by his side, whatever he deems fit, until death do you partâyour subconscious is less convinced.
Dreams are never a reprieve; they haunt you. Remnants of your hatred linger on, your shadow self gnawing on the thought of ripping him to shreds when heâs at his most vulnerable, hair falling across his closed eyesâa picture of soft, boyish innocence. Itâs an exhausting ordeal, feeling as though youâre at war in your sleep, never able to relax. Once you awaken, your lungs burn. Something within you cracks open and yawns.
Do you not deserve peace?
Curled up in your bed, half-delirious and longing for daylight, your ears perk at the thump, thump, thump of footsteps descending the staircase.
You would recognize the distinct vibrations of his footfalls even if you were deaf; the reverberations resonate in your bones, thrumming from your crown to your toes. Each muffled thud sets your dormant body alight, kindling the snuffed embers in your coreâPavlovâs tinkling bell. If you had a tail, it would be twitching in anticipation. Your weary heart beats only for him.
My sun.
My sun my sun my sun.
One by one, the chain lock, deadbolt, knob lock, and padlock that keep you sheltered and secure click and clink into place. The doorknob twists as the door creaks open, gingerly shutting seconds later.
âHowâs my bunny?â Yuutaâs mellow voice rings out.
Approaching you, he soaks in your huddled figure with a distressed frown. On the nightstand, he notes your empty snack plate and drained water jug.
(When he first takes you in, you outright refuse sustenance, launching a hunger strike. You fail spectacularly, of course. Yuuta pivots with finesse; he makes you taste the bitter dehumanization of being strapped down and force-fed.
Afterwardâthough you do eat of your own volitionâyou exercise what little willpower you have, pitching fits during mealtimes.
Secretly, he finds it endearing.
âItâs important that youâre healthy and strong; I want us to spend the rest of our long, happy lives together,â he implores as you eye the food suspiciously.
Fresh apple, carrot, and celeryâall sliced into small, bite-sized cubes. Itâs how you would prepare food for a toddler to prevent them from choking.
Indignantly, you turn your nose up at his offering, the sight of it making you nauseous. âThis is rabbit food,â you spit. âAnd Iâm not your fucking child. I donât even want to be here.â
âYou donât mean that,â he states with finality.
Refusing to ask for the thousandth time why it has to be you sitting here in his care, you dejectedly open your mouth, allowing him to feed you a tiny piece of carrot.
As you crunch and grind the morsel into a pulp, the sweet, earthy flavor coats your tastebuds. You canât help but wonder: What good will all these vegetables do if I never see the light of day again?)
Yuuta leans over the bedside, chilly fingertips unfurling around your neck. He slowly brings his lips to your forehead and pauses, testing your temperatureânormal.
After he leans back, he speaks. âWhat are these tears for, my love? They hurt my heart.â
Tender lips sweep away a dewdrop that slides down your cheek; you hadnât realized you were crying. Under his intense appraisal, you feel small. You feel fragile. You feel safe.
âI missed you, Yuuta-sama,â is all you manage to utter.
At your admission, the fingers on your neck tighten imperceptibly. His thumb strokes your jugularâfeatherlight. âOh, my poor bunny,â he sighs, dropping his head to nuzzle the sensitive spot beneath your ear. âIâve made you suffer.â
Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you protest, âPlease donât say that, Yuuta-sama. Itâs my faultâŠIâm too needy.â
I missed my sun.
Looking up at you from beneath a curtain of ink, he tsks, nose skating along the curve of your jaw. âNo, you arenât. Youâre perfect. My preciousââ you gasp when he nips at your pulse point ââmost perfect love. Thereâs nothing Iâd rather do than be with you all day every day, endlessly adoring you.â
With a pout, you mumble, âThen why donât you?â
âYou know I have to work to protect you.â
Every bit his spoiled pet, your voice wobbles. âI wish you never had to leave.â
âOne day I wonât,â he soothes, dotting a kiss to your cupidâs bow. âBut until then, we have to enjoy every moment we have togetherâright?â
âMhmm.â
For a few breaths, you lapse into syrupy silence. Your fingers weave through the hair at his nape; his head tucks beneath your chin, his balmy exhales tethering you to the present.
When he withdraws, something like a promise glints in his eyes. Your stomach flips. âWill you allow me to help you feel better?â
Sniffling, you nod, and sit up. The blanket slips down your shoulders, revealing the swell of your breasts. While your room is always an optimal temperature, youâre warmer now that you have relished Yuutaâs sunlightârevitalized.
He sweeps a hand through your hair, and you lean into the calming pressure of his touch. His lips curl into a fond smile. âUp, bunny.â
Without hesitation, you obey, leaving the cosy nest of your bed to stand on the cold concrete. No longer wrapped in linens, your nude form is on display. Yuutaâs lapis gaze sweeps over every sliver of your flesh, ears to soles.
Once, his inspectionsâboth visual and physicalâmade you cower in humiliation and bristle with anger. Now you preen, your lovely features a placid lake. But a storm stirs the glassy surface as you shuffle awkwardly, suddenly aware of how overfull your bladder is.
Seemingly omnipotent, Yuutaâs hand grazes your belly. âDo you have to pee? You had a lot of water to drink while I was away.â
You grimace. âI do, Yuuta-sama.â
âLetâs get you taken care of.â
Reaching out to grasp your hand, he leads you straight to the bathroom, a pristine pee pad already laid out on the tile. While you know what comes next, you await his orders like an obedient pet, fidgety with expectation.
He caresses your head. âSituate yourself, okay?â
Wordlessly, you drop to the floor. Embarrassment prickles your flesh as you lean back on the palms of your hands, balancing on your tiptoes, legs spread wide apart. Your hips jut out, presenting your slick, needy cunt to Yuuta. He towers above you in this position, irises an oil spillâunfathomable in their iridescent depths.
Shame leaves you in waves and lust takes its place, blurring the edges of all your senses. You look up at his handsome face through drooping eyelashes and swallow the urge to whimper; your clit throbs in wanton need. A sparkling bead of desire drips from your hole, rolling down the cleft of your ass.
Returning to your side, he kneels behind you. His gravity is reassuring. You nearly dribble when he hums, encouraging, âGo on, bunny.â
The dam bursts.
A small stream shoots out of you, experimentally, before a steady jet arcs through the air and hotly puddles on the pad. Head cottony with clouds of relief, your limbs feel heavy yet unmooredâa bee drowning in its own honey. Unbidden, a gasp escapes you, luring Yuutaâs pointer and middle fingers to your petal-soft lips. A flash of slick pink, you accept them inside with a sloppy, wet suck, diligently laving each digit.
Perhaps you could survive on the salt of his skin.
âSuch a good bunny,â he coos.
You frown when his fingers pop out of your mouth, but your pathetic whine turns into a shriek as he begins to rub slippery circles on your swollen clit, your piss spraying everywhere. While your flow ebbs to a trickle, the insistent pressure on your bundle of nerves continues. A flower scorched by the sunâs rays, you wilt against Yuuta, inhaling the familiar smell of his detergent.
âY-YuuâtahâsâŠs-ama!â Buzzing like a live wire, a jolt of electricity skitters down your spine.
âGonna cum? Let go, sweetness. Show me how pretty you are when you just let go.â
A beast of an orgasm ravages your body, tearing its way out of your lungs and core, clear liquid spurting out of you. Only the whites of your eyes are visible as you scream, hips wildly bucking. You soon crumple beneath the weight of your climax onto the sodden pad, the aftershocks tingling through your extremeties, pussy unbearably empty.
Beaming, Yuuta proceeds to suck his dripping fingers clean, his groan stoking your pride. âYou did so well.â
Pulse thundering in your ears from the intensity of your high, you shudder, twisting your fists into the fabric of his slacksâan attempt to ground yourself.
âMay I have a taste?â Yuuta asks sweetly, maneuvering around you before your leaden tongue can string together a response. He lies between your quivering, piss-splattered thighs, uncaring of the urine that seeps through his dress shirt and pants.
âYouâre so messy, bunny,â he teases, breath curling deliciously against your heat; you warble, clenching in anticipation. âDonât worryâIâll clean you up.â
He fondles your pubic hair with both hands, smearing a kiss on your mons. Thumbs gliding down, he gently spreads your labia, exposing your still-aching clit. The tip of his nose grazes the delicate tissue, forcing a squeal from you. But itâs as though your reactions donât reach himâheâs so entranced. He sniffs deeply.
âBeautifulâŠâ he whispers, ardent as a prayer.
Unhurried, he licks a searing stripe from your ass to your tender bud. The sound you make is prematureâguttural and half-formed, a hideous thing. But itâs Yuutaâs favorite hymn.
After repeating the silken motion until he has thoroughly savored the tang of your cunt, he settles in and laves at your drooling hole, lapping up your juices. Never keen on making you suffer, though, he soon kisses his way up to where you need him most, bumping his nose against your clit before latching on with a firm suck.
The simmering warmth in both your bladder and your womb rekindle into roaring flames, the smoke signaling your inevitable climax. You thrash and wail and yank at Yuutaâs hair, speech reduced to nonsensical babbles as he switches between suckling your clit and tugging your folds. In a final act of torment, he slides two lithe digits inside you, crooking them upward, plucking the pleasure from your innermost place.
âGâotta, n-nnghâŠgo,â is all the warning you manage before you crest.
You piss again, hurtling right into your second orgasm. Yuuta suctions his mouth to your sex, greedily guzzling the mixture of fluidsâcum, slick, and urineâuntil youâre dry. As he parts from your pussy, a silvery thread still connects you; it pulls taut, then snaps. Yuutaâs smile and praise lulls you to sleep.
The sun is smiling at me.
It takes nearly half an hour for you to regain consciousness.
Ever efficient, Yuuta cleans the bathroom and washes you both before you rouse. When you wake, your limbs are entwined with his, face buried in his strong chest. Despite feeling physically and emotionally drained, you purr, bathing in his attention.
âThereâs my bunny. Will you sit up for me?â Without waiting for you to move, he pulls you onto his lap so that you face him; you try to ignore the way his bare cock rubs against you. âWe need to get you hydratedâyeah, thatâs it, baby. Drink it all. Good, good.â He holds the glass for you as you chug its contents, stray droplets dribbling down your chin. Keen on pleasing him, you finish it without complaint, ignoring your stomachâs protests. âPerfect.â
He wipes the excess water away, a mother tidying her child. No longer able to neglect the hardening length against your ass, you rock your hips, pulling an airy laugh from Yuuta.
âSo greedy,â he murmurs, massaging the fat of your thighs. âDoes my bunny need their tail?â
Shyly, you nod, lips parting as a single fingertip grazes your tight rim.
Yuuta doesnât need to ask for permission. You would do anything for him, even if it meant your ruin. Heâs your saviorâyour everlasting sun; simply being in his presence is more than enough.
And if youâre bound to get burned? At least youâll be eternally his.
#iâm very nervy to post this :â-)#it got to the point where i hated how everything sounded and flowed so iâm sending it into the universe and hoping for the best#whatever you do: PLEASE MIND THE TAGS!#â from the desk of#â okkotsu yuuta#â jujutsu kaisen#â beautiful torment#yuuta x reader#yuta x reader#yuta okkotsu x reader#yuuta okkotsu x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader#okkotsu yuta x reader#cw dark content#cw dead dove
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#please god click on the second image imm losing my mind at how bad it looks on the thumbnail on here hellpme#oc: melek#oc: quinn#possums.ocs#oc art#original character#yada yada#cw eye contact#eeerm ask to tag ?#idk if i have to tag smth for the heart lol#possuminnit.art#cw eyestrain#i think also
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The Soul Beast. Coming to theaters near you.
Iâve never really made an AU before so forgive me, this is based off of Murders from Miracle Musical.
(It was supposed to be really realistic and scary but all I can draw are doodles, hence the tense song vs silly creature lol. Pretend his big and terrifying.)
Right before the 1,000th loop Soul breaks down, he watches as mindscape crumbles around him while Heart and Mind fight. Instead of the loop resetting however, he hits his limit and abstracts into some sort of monstrous beast.
Heart and Mind only realize when itâs far too late, watching on in horror as a confused and scared Soul starts to thrash around and panic like a wild animal. One of them gets hurt trying to calm him down/figure out whatâs happening and all hell runs loose. Soul chases the two into the woods, aggravated and not recognizing them.
Eventually they lose him, having to pilot Whole alone. The mindscape begins to deteriorate, Heart and Mind juggling between keeping Whole alive and stable, rebuilding their relationship, and figuring out what happened to their Soul.
They donât have a lot of time. Whatâs a man without his soul after all?

Beast Soul doodles, still trying to figure out his design. His head quite literally âsplits into twoâ to form a mouth. No idea where the mane came from, heâs not based off of a lion, it was just the first thing that came to mind and now I canât get rid of it. Still a work in progress!!! He might look completely different in the future. Im drawing/writing with vibes not planning.
(Design ideas appreciated)
#hmsdoodles#not sure about AU names but Iâm flip flopping between Loop 999 and The Soul Beast#so I will tag as both for the time being#Loop 999 AU#Soul Beast AU#thank you revolvinghell for telling me Murders reminded you of these guys it totally changed my brain chemistry#hehe silly beast#creature :)))#cccc#chonnys charming chaos compendium#chonny jash#cj soul#cccc soul#cj heart#cccc heart#cj mind#cccc mind#cw minor body horror#tw minor body horror#please let me know if this needs any tags
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The zine part of the parasite research project! Yippee!
This gets a little dark and a little gross, I must admit. I tried not to get too edgy about it all but life was putting me thought the wringer when I made it, so I beg you forgive me as I poorly wax poetic angst and chose to focus so intensely on parasites for 14 pages <3
The rest is below the cut, and you can find the zine's partner illustrations here! :)
Zelmer, Derek A. âAn evolutionary definition of parasitism.â International Journal for Parasitology 28 (1998), 1997
#uni work#zine#parasites#parasite#hook worms#nematodes#tongue eating louse#cymothoa exigua#how fish is made mention!!#cw gore mentioned#cw gore#cw in-text citations of scientific text#no in-narrative text citations though. thank god.#also yes i know i didn't write an in-paper bibliography for the in-text citations. i know but i'm sorry i don't care rn.#Zelmer; Derek A.; âAn evolutionary definition of parasitismâ International Journal for Parasitology 28 (1998); 1997#there. your citation in mla. lol#and PLEASE please lmk if i'm missing any major cw tags. I am bad at tagging and would love the input if something big slipped my mind!#2025
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the first episode/chapter of dandadan has sexual assault scenes, and while nothing past that point is as intense as that first scene, sexual assault does NOT go away. on top of that, there is non-sexual nudity of teenagers, there are jokes about okarun's balls throughout the whole manga, there broadly seem to be themes/discussion of violating bodily autonomy - if those things make you uncomfortable, i suggest either bracing yourself or checking something else out
#sorry but it drives me nuts when some ppl say nothing happens past the first chapter - its is NOT true!#like even if it is thematically relevant (which i believe it is) ik it's still a huge turnoff for a lot of ppl#i totally get being uncomfortable w topics like that so please be mindful about if you want to engage with dandadan#i will work on filling out the doesthedogdie pages later today for a more complete list of cw/tws that will hopefully be helpful#L.txt#dandadan#discussdadan#< my ddd rambling tag
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what's your favorite piece of tetro fanart you've done?
ERMMMMMM if i had to pick a Favourite that ive done itd prolly be between these two personally,,,
I just Remember being really happy with them when i Finished them and they were both really Fun bc it was like shit iâd not really done before for the watari one with the skeleton and shit and i just had a Lot of fun Colouring the blue parts for the hiroaki one ykwim??? SO YEAH IG ITD BE ONE OF THESE TWO BUT I CANNOT DECIDE BETWEEN THEM bc i fear im chronically indecisive,,, THANKS FOR ASKING!!!
#also im biased bc theyre both ones my mum said were cool and i Trust her judgement#cw blood#just in Case anyone stumbles across this somehow#or something#anon#ask#is that how im supposed to tag that stuff someone told me that girl idk#you can really tell how sometimes i have to drag on tags to have a specific number of them to appease my ocd please Donât Mind my yammering#yippee#okay now we good
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Happy Halloween! (a snz fic)
Male - cold, mess!, implied future contagion
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He wakes up to sinuses that are absolutely packed with congestion. Heâd gone to sleep last night with a tickle in his throat and a bit of a headache, but he certainly didnât expect to wake up to this.
His nose starts streaming the second he sits up in bed, setting off a tickle deep in his nose. Still hazy from sleep and a head that feels like itâs stuffed full of cotton, he only manages to get his hand halfway to his face before erupting with a thick sneeze â âheh-nnggKâSHO!â that forces the gunk that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering his hand in mess, the rest escaping into the air. Heâs left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip as he shivers, dazed.
Leaning over to the nightstand, he thanks his past self for keeping a box of tissues stocked there as he pulls out several of them. He buries his face in the soft cotton and lets out a truly ill-sounding blow. The sound of it crackles through the air as more snot is dislodged, filling the bundle and soaking through to his hands.
He throws the ruined tissues to the floor and grabs the box, setting it next to him on the bed and pulling out fresh ones. His breath scissors in his chest before he snaps forward with a violent â âhuhâŠha-AHHâEEHGGSHHâIUE!â that explodes out of him.
He doesnât dare remove the tissues from his face, groaning as he feels the wet mess of it against his skin. He gives a damp, clearing blow, strong enough to shift the pressure in his ears. Heâs forced to breathe through his mouth as he crumples up the Kleenex and tosses them to the side.
Iâm going to go through the whole box by noon, at this point, he thinks, flopping back onto his soft pillows. He rubs his knuckles against his itchy nose, already well on its way to becoming pink.
It fucking had to be today, he laments, allowing himself a small pity party. Itâs Halloween, and heâd been planning on spending the day making treats for the party later tonight, as well as handing out candy to the trick or treaters. Heâs just going to have to power through. Maybe it just seems worse because itâs still early and his body hasnât had time to wake up yet.
As soon as he thinks it, his nostrils flare and heâs surprised by a wrenching double â âhaâGSSHHâIUE! Huh..haâNGGSSHHâuh!â At the mercy of his own body and unable to cover in time, the viscous spray of it mists the sheets in front of him. âUgh⊠oh god,â he groans, swiping at the mess on his face with his hand.
Remembering the box next to him, he pulls out a fistful of Kleenex and releases a gurgling, cold-ridden blow into the waiting tissues.
âFugg, I donât wadda be â heh⊠haâERRSSHHâIUE! â SNF. I donât wadda be sigg today.â Noting the squishy pressure that still clogs his sinuses after so many clearing sneezes, he resigns himself to the fact that he most likely has come down with the cold from hell.
Yet, determined as he is, heâs not going to let it stop him from going on with his plans. He can still make the food for the party tonight, heâll just have to be very careful about washing his hands and covering his sneezes. If he has to make them one-handed while holding a tissue to his dripping nose the whole time, then so be it.
He should be able to hide his illness enough that no one will be worried. Hopefully heâll be able to hold it off enough so they wonât take one look at him and decide it isnât worth the risk. Hell, the way he sounds, even just being in the same room as him might be risky enough. But he canât let his friends down, and he doesnât want to miss the party.
Pulling more tissues from the box, he catches a harsh, scraping â âuhâŠhuhâŠhaâNNGGGSSHâah!â into the bundle, containing all of the dense, contagious mess that his nose is constantly trying to force out of him. He gives one last marshy blow before getting up to start the day, box of tissues in hand. If he can just keep his nose under control, everything should be fine.
#snzblr#snzfic#snz fic#snzfics#snz fics#cw: contagion#tw: contagion#cw: mess#I wrote this with Ste/ve H. in mind but I made it generic for the masses!#Happy Hall/oween! I woke up and immediately wanted some Ste/ve Hall/oween horniness#I've been on a tear lately đ#I wrote this in an hour so please be gentle and enjoy#hn tissue tag
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From 14/01/2025. Based on the WikiHow page for cuddling, I want to draw more like this
#the riddler#edward nigma#edward nygma#riddler#riddler fanart#dc fanart#dc#dcu#dc comics#fanart#tw eyestrain#cw eyestrain#self insert#platonic affection tag#self ship#<- really do not like using the term 'ship' for myself as it's too linked with romance and allo shit. i am using this as a trigger tag#and do not identify with it. this is just so people can filter it out as i recognise it looks 'shippy'#please do not attempt to change my mind argue with me or invalidate my aspec experience
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This is so based in fact I spiraled out of these tags into an AU of an AU, crazy innit?
Here are the doodles I did based off these tags my ramblings will be below the read more lol
Okay, so in the whole AwesomeG and Zander AU (I have dubbed it the Finding Peace AU), AwesomeG and Zander both become entities/ghosts in the machine after their untimely deaths and travel through other minecraft instances to find Zander's unamed friend, beat Souler up for being an asshole, and find peace along the way.
But in the crossover AU which I shall dub uhhh Chasing Souls, AwesomeG ends up in quite the peculiar minecraft instance (its Smilerrrrrr's đ„đ„đ„ specifically the second world with the bigger green house)
AwesomeG kind of hangs about this kid, not really making their presence known. But, the kid seems a bit lonely. And something about the world that rubs AwesomeG the wrong way. They have taken the mantle to defend this world from anything malevolent. It sticks to them like mildew.
So they introduce themself! Through chat of course (I legit forgot Hungry can talk through chat and not just in-game text.) And AwesomeG hopes the kid doesn't freak out and log off. And while he does seem a bit put off, he replies back!
And so they kick it off! AwesomeG is always there to be by tia kid's side whenever he logs on. And while they can't meet face to face (weird ghost gore stuff happens when anyone looks at AwesomeG, and they don't want that to happen with their newest friend), they still have fun! Building together. Naming animals together. Just he and AwesomeG.
It probably escalates until their friend tells them about the wells. They're magical, kind of just like you AwesomeG!
And then it clicks. Is that what's been bugging them? The wells?
And then the water above his head becomes clear. Large, depressing droplets circling and wavering above his head. Looming. An omen.
And then AwesomeG tries to steer him away from this thing. From these wells that preys on his friend. Because friends care about each other. They defend each other, and help each other. Because that's what friends are for.
And their friend says that they don't go down the wells anymore. So it's in their favor. Everything will work out.
Then it happens. The bullies. And AwesomeG does what they do best;they haunt.
So like, the sting of betrayal is still here. Smiler still spirals, but slower in this AU. And like, AwesomeG mitigates the damage done to the world and lowkey traumatized some hooligans with their corpse but its whateverrrrrr.
And yet after everything clears, the mark on their friend had become larger. And larger, and heavier and heavier and heavier. And theres only so much a lone spector can do.
So their friend says farewell. And their friend becomes Smiler. And their friends asks them to stay like last time. That they can be together forever in the well. Now they're the same! And now they can play this game to gheir hearts content. And Smiler can even look at AwesomeG now, isn't that amazing? (Entities can perceive each other just fine I reckon.)
But AwesomeG says no. It shouldn't have come to this. And Smiler gets confused. Because weren't they friends? They are friends. But their leaving him behind. Saying no to being friends forever. What happened? What changed? Why did they change? Was it all a lie? Were they just like them?
So uh, since AwesomeG died before hearing the Call of the Well, they're able to resist it. Or perhaps it calls upon them about a peace so gentle they wouldn't have to worry about heaven. Or maybe AwesomeG's religious belief beats out false promises, idk.
So AwesomeG wanders again. Traversing these wells onto maps and empty worlds.
Until a new one opens up.
And they tell him to stop.
AwesomeG is to Chris is kinda like what Chris is to Andrew. In the whole guidance sense, not friendship. AwesomeG tries to push Chris away from the wells to prevent another Smiler, which they probably feel guilty for. But Smiler already knows.
Oh and AwesomeG meets Zander around, eh, Septmeber 2017? They travel through Gridworld now. Trying to find pieces of Zander's soul and his friend and trying to help Chris and keep Smiler at bay and.
And it's the same steps tread. And they try to stop and reach beyond the machine (if Hungry can infiltrate minds, so can AwesomeG but for good this time đ„đ„đ„) to get Chris on a level head but it's too much. Like last time. And they fail again, like last time.
So now it's Andrew to be the third. And AwesomeG is like a more stubborn Chris at this point, in terms of motivation at the beginning of the AG67 series. They want to keep Andrew oblivious, like full on Lethe Protocol, forget everything and never look back. And Chris of course changes throughout the series, but perhaps AwesomeG becomes a new obstacle, but like the opposite problem.
But since AwesomeG is just a kid, a very guilt ridden and scared kid in this AU, and since I drew them and Chris hugging, they reconcile :]
Oh and Zander is there chilling. And Souler gets beat up because I say so (literal random piece of off the rails AU headcanon but Souler cant claim Andrew's, Chris', or Smiler's souls because they're marked by the Call of the Well already. First come first serve or whatever)
Okay enough rambling bye bye
#tropical's art#digital art#art#collinlock16#minecraft arg but the protagonist is tired#andrewgaming67#high contrast#cw eyestrain#eye strain#AU#âif i like two things at the same time i automatically have to combine themâ#^ obligatory tags from a previous post I made of other crossover shenanigans#Crossoverrrr part 3#It's all about losing parts of yourself to something out of your control and trying to wrangle back agency by any means necessary#AwesomeG wants to defend other worlds because it gives them agency post-mortem and a sense of duty#Something to keep their mind off of the horrifying circumstances they're in because of something out of their control#And hey Smiler is like that too! They want control by any means necessary too#AwesomeG âfailingâ again and again to keep the Call of the Well at bay reinforces their need for control#Chat can you tell I really like these two ARGs?#AwesomeG and Zander please come back as entities it would be super cool
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A Place None of Us Know (Top Gun, 4.2k)
Rating: M
Pairings (minor): Bradley/Jake, Penny/Maverick
Tags: Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Character Study, Bradley-Centric, Outsider POVs, Sexual Content
Summary:
Five days after burying her husband, Carole Bradshaw cries at the post office with her son clinging to her knee. ----- Or, Four Funerals and a Wedding
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(44) Mr. Acoustic

#hmsdoodles#elleâs art#I know he canât see but the pose was cool#heâs pretending heâs in a movie and brooding shhhhh#please let me know if I need to add any tags đ#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cccc#chonny jash#cj heart#cccc heart#cj mind#cccc mind#minor blood#cw blood#tw blood#eye gore
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[ID: A fifteen striped flag. The first and last four stripes all have small bumps facing inwards. The stripe colors, from top to bottom, are desaturated orange-yellow, pastel desaturated orange-yellow, desaturated orange-yellow, pastel desaturated orange-yellow, dull pink, light pink, pale pink, white, pale pink, light pink, dull pink, pastel desaturated orange-yellow, desaturated orange-yellow, pastel desaturated orange-yellow, and desaturated orange-yellow. In the center of the middle flag there is an icon of a halo with wings, while the other flags do not have said icon. End ID]
⥠ââ IMPURANGELIC ... !!
[PT: Impurangelic. End PT]
â A gender related to impurity and angels. This gender is the feeling one may have of feeling defiled or impure, while wishing they could go back to when they were pure. This gender is also related to the song "Pure as a Lamb" by Baby Bugs, fallen angels, mourning over what could have been. It embodies mourning, melancholy, and a wish for a softer reality.
â This gender was created with trauma survivors in mind, and I would prefer if only trauma survivors use it. Despite the religious themes to it, it is not exclusive to religious trauma survivors. This term was not created to aestheticize, glamorize, or romanticize trauma; it was created for coping reasons. The use of the word "impure" is not meant to be derogatory, nor is it meant to promote or romanticize unhealthy mindsets. Once again, this is a term created by a trauma survivor to cope with feelings related to their trauma.
#â : galaxies#mogai#liom#liomogai#mogai coining#mogai term#mogai flag#liom term#liom flag#liom coining#actually mogai#actually liom#mogai gender#xenogender#neogender#religion cw#ask to tag#apologies for the long paragraph on the post...#i just wanted to make it very clear where this term comes from#this term is of course primarily created for myself + my coping#although others are welcome to identify with / as it#if i didn't want anyone to identify with it i wouldn't post it#just please be mindful + safe#you do not need to use this term if you feel it will do more harm than help for you + your health#okay sorry for the tag ramble#i'm nervous about posting this since this is heavier than what i typically post on here
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63499840
((Tumblr is being a butt and wont load links from AO3: fic link below)):
Lovely | Welcome Home
Wah! Neuvoid's First oneshot~! I never thought I'd see the day!
A continuation of the LNY Woodsnake Exchange 2025 art i did for!
This fic is 6,666 words and i'm lowkey proud of that. 6.66k! hehe
Pairing: LiuCheng but not the one you think of (Liu Qingge/Cheng Luan) Rating: M
Summary:
"Cheng Luan felt it more than he saw it. Something was draped over his body of steel, curled over his hilt, and the scabbard that he was housed in" Or:
800 years from cannonical PIDW Cheng Luan, now a sword spirit encounters a snake - a danger noodle if you will.
It wont stop draping over him.
Author's Note: This fic has SI in it. please mind the tags below:
Tags: Major Character Death | Cheng Luan/Liu Qingge | Cheng Luan (Scum Villain) | Liu Qingge | Liu Mingyan | Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu | Naga!Liu Qingge | Naga | Trauma | Grief/Mourning | Temporary Character Death | Canonical Character Death | PIDW 800 years later | Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Fluff and Angst | Angst with a Happy Ending | Waiting | Snakes | Snake Liu Qingge | Liu Qingsnek | exploration of what it means to be a cultivator's sword | Sword Spirit! Cheng Luan | LiuQingge/Cheng Luan | Suicidal Ideation | An Exploration of How Characters Respond to LQG's Death | Including Cheng Luan | No Beta We Die Like LiÇ QÄ«nggÄ | Reincarnation
#svsss#liu qingge#cheng luan#snake#naga! liu qingge#sword spirit! cheng luan#neuvoid writes#grief/mourning#complete#Also the link wont load despite Tumblr being able to read AO3 Links previously#*stares at AO3*#please mind the tags#SI#CW: SI
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If Iâm not thinking about that goddamn greenbottle (<333) Iâm thinking about the most beautiful woman of the Glades, the Teensy Queen. The Drag Queen of the Glades. Queenie. Listen to Copa Cabana
Also the last one goes under a read more because itâs a Pink Flamingoes reference lmao
Sheâs bold (and kooky) enough to reference a movie nobody watched that will definitely make her seem insane
#rayman#rayman fanart#rayman teensy queen#rayman teensies#the teensy queen#the teensy king#rayman grand minimus#rayman arena#the rayman clone from arena is her son :)))#clhabdr#clh red#clh aus my beloved#saucy old woman <333#cw weed#cw alcohol#cw drugs#cw guns#suggestive#please pay no mind to the inconsistencies đ đ đ#ask to tag
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hannah. she/her. 26.
infp. 4w5. leo ⌠scorpio ⟠pisces â
calebâs lover girl
multifandom & selfshipping blog
my edits · my photobooth templates
current interests: final fantasy xiv, love & deepspace, haikyuu, fields of mistria
hunter id: 82001744870
mutuals can dm for discord
previously @ love-oikawa & notazem
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A friendly reminder that since it is election day her in the US, if you feel the need to post about politics, please tag your politics.
Politics is a major issue everywhere, and let's be honest, it can be a huge headache, and not everybody is comfortable with wanting to get politically involved with anything.
That is all.
#screaming internally all day everyday (ooc)#ooc#//please... i beg y'all to tag them#i'm not the only one who fucking hates politics#i'm gonna keep my political views to myself#i will just say though that i am part of the problem and i refuse to vote for anybody who is a total dumb nut#there needs to be an option for âneitherâ on these ballots 8I#no one can change my mind about voting or not voting#so feel free to softblock or even hardblock me and judge me all you want if my opinion here makes you uncomfortable#-sips on hot cocoa-#politics mention cw
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