#my Concepts™

[blackkatdraws]

"Ready to go on an adventure?"

(lore in tags ahem ahem)

Some more centipede Adventure Line™ art (featuring other artists Adventure Lines™ from this reblog chain!)

#(this takes place in the skip ending) #After a few thousand years skipping ahead into the future: the Adventure Line™ has grown and mutated in order to adapt to the harsh– #– environment of the hot desert. #Stanley and the Adventure Line™ meet and had a bit of a fight at first before Stanley realized he could sing to the Line™ to tame it #like a flute and a dancing snake kind of thing #so now Stanley uses a flute to play the adventure music and they go on a quest to fix the Parable #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp #tspud #stanley tsp #tsp stanley #mine 💗 #(this is just a concept and idk if I'll actually make it canon in my au) #paraverse #narratorverse #tsp reblog chain #tsp adventure line #adventure line™ #tsp au lore

[ghoulangerlee]

Just the Tip; MountainDew; Explicit

second part to the MountainDew fic I wrote the other day — I would just reblog and add it to the other post but I want it to be spread around/in the tags ]:

written on my phone at work once again bc I can't wait —pls let me know if something doesn't look right!!

Mountain gets fucked by Dew for the first time and it's A Lot for him. (partly because of the Dick but also partly bc Dew as a lover is definitely not what he expected [positive]), very brief mention of fisting bc we're at that point I guess.

this one is present tense but it's still part 2 i promise

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Dews fingertips are cold, even as he tries to warm the lube up on his palms where most of the heat is, but the second he presses one slick fingertip against where Mountain wants him the most—its cool, cold in a way that makes Mountain shiver in anticipation.

It's nice, in a way, against his overheated skin.

His own cock is soft against his thigh now and small, even smaller than when he's hard but, he won't be hard again for a bit, maybe by the time Dew's easing into him, whenever that is, because Dew had whispered, into his skin, against his lips, how thorough he needed to be with the prep.

Now that he's seen Dew naked—miles of dusty gray skin, molten red freckles along his hip bones and up his sides over scarred skin from his transformation, his cock, thick and long and heavy enough that it doesn't quite curve upwards against his belly like most of the other cocks that Mountain's seen.

He understands now.

Involuntarily, he clenches before Dew's even worked a finger inside of him, his eyes drawn to the way his cock just moves, he wants it in his mouth, wants to feel his jaw ache as he tries to swallow him down.

He's good with his mouth, has never had a complaint from any of his past partners and he knows without a doubt that if Dew asked him to choke on it, he would.

"You're looking an awful lot, big guy," Dew comments, though he's not watching Mountain directly, his eyes are trained further down, between Mountain's legs as he presses cool fingertips against him, over and over, spreading lube around, the gel warming as it touches his skin.

Can you blame me? He wants to ask, but the words don't come out, it's like he can't speak suddenly as the gentle rubbing turns into pressure, turns into Dew slipping one of his slim fingers inside him, slick and easy and like nothing at all.

How is it going to fit? He thinks, eyes fluttering closed as he presses his head back into the pillow under him, mouth opening in a gasp.

Dew's other hand comes up to rest on his thigh, far away from his cock that's still soft, petting him as he eases the first finger up to his knuckle, like Mountain is some sort of virgin who's never taken anything before.

"Just breathe through it," Dew murmurs, drawing his cool fingertips against Mountain's inner thigh in slow, comforting circles, "We'll get there when you're ready," he continues, as if he knows what Mountain is thinking.

It continues much like this for a bit longer, with Dew's finger inside of him, with him moving, slowly, oh so slowly, curling his finger each time he pulls it out, a tease of a sensation that has Mountain's hands clenched tight in the sheets bunched under his thighs.

He's so careful, when this whole time he'd expected something fast and dirty, quick prep and Dew fucking into him in a way that left behind an ache—though he's sure, even after all the prep, there will still be an ache, he'll feel this for days. Days where he can only think of Dew inside of him, splitting him open.

There's a brief pause in Dew's movements, but Mountain's not really paying much attention; the sound of the lube opening and closing again and then two fingers pressing into him, spreading only slightly as they come to a stop just beyond the second knuckle again, Dew's other hand still drawing soothing circles against his inner thigh, the cool touch keeping him grounded.

Mountain breathes through his nose, loud enough that Dew glances up at him for a moment, finally looking away from his hands, tilting his head, his red eyes curious, "Having second thoughts?" He asks, entirely too earnest, moving his hand to pet along the outside of Mountain's thigh.

When Mountain shakes his head, Dew gets a smile on his face, "Ah," he says, as if he knows that at this very moment, every preconceived notion that Mountain had about Dew is being turned on its head. "Can you answer out loud for me?" He asks, "Or are you too overwhelmed?"

He manages to lift his hand, finding purchase on Dew's leg, his palm warm and a little sweaty from where he'd been gripping the sheets, "No second thoughts," he gets out, stretching one of his legs out further, to give Dew more space to settle in, "Please."

Dew hums then, looking all at once like he's preening, that his ability to leave Mountain a mess were something to be happy about. "You're doing so well for me," he murmurs then, bowing over Mountain's body, pressing a kiss against his thigh, close to where his cock is still resting. "Soon I'll give you what you want," he continues speaking, his breath warm against Mountain's skin, "Do you trust me?"

Mountain gasps softly, and his cock finally gives a little twitch as he keens high in his throat, "Yes," he forces out, going breathless again when Dew spreads his fingers and starts fucking him with them. "Oh."

"You've been so quiet, big guy," Dew murmurs, mouthing at his thigh, pressing an open mouthed kiss right beside his cock. "It's nice hearing you now. I wonder how loud you'll get as I keep putting my fingers in you."

Mountain groans then, his hips involuntarily pressing upwards against Dew's mouth, all while he tries to push down against his fingers, and he thinks, somewhat distantly, that Dew is just preparing him, that he's not going to put his fist in him but oh there's a thought.

He has to pack it away for later, something to think about after all of this is over, because he's not even hard yet but he feels so on the edge oh so suddenly.

When Dew finally presses inside with three fingers, Mountain can't stop the animalistic snarl that tears out of him, his oh so careful control snapping in two as he digs his now sharp nails into the sheets, the bed, most likely ripping into the mattress but he can't think of anything beyond the point where they're connected.

How will it be when he's finally inside of me? Is the only coherent thought he has, and no matter how much he tries to spur Dew on—rocking down against his fingers, spreading his legs wider, softly begging for more, none of it works. Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't move onto the main thing, he doesn't do anything except smile softly and keep the same slow and deep, thorough pace.

"Trust me, big guy," he says, dragging his blunt nails across Mountain's inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump under his touch, "You don't want me to rush this," he smiles at him, "Next time though, we'll go as fast as you like."

And oh. Next time.

Mountain's trying not to think about what next time could entail, he doesn't want to cross the frayed wires in his brain, but he can't help but think about their positions reversed, about Dew under him while he sits on his cock. Thinks about the praise coming from Dew while Dew holds onto his hips and Mountain rides him, slow and careful, not letting him come until Mountain's content and sore.

Sometime between one thought and the next, Dew's pulling his fingers free and picking the lube up again, and Mountain's hopeful, when he squeezes some into his palm and warms it up, but then he's slicking up four fingers, biting his lower lip as he presses them slowly into Mountain.

The stretch of it takes his breath away, and he inhales, for a brief moment he tries to close his legs, to push Dew's fingers out, his hand away, because the stretch of it is a lot.

Dew's petting his thigh, whispering softly as he does, inching his fingers in slowly, oh so slowly, before he pulls his hand away to grab the lube away, squeezing more out onto his fingers as they disappear inside Mountain. "Breathe through it, big guy," he murmurs, "Just let me in," he says, low and filthy, "I know you can take it."

Mountain gasps, words fall from his mouth on autopilot—Dew's name, over and over, like a prayer, a plea, for more or for Dew to stop until the stretch eases, he's not sure.

Dew's hand finds his cock, still soft, small, not even a handful like this, but he doesn't comment on it, doesn't focus on the humiliation of it as he touches him, careful and light like he's fragile.

Mountain's thankful. He feels fragile right now, like one wrong move will topple him over into something he can't name—if Dew were to be rough, if he were to grip him tight and try to rush him he may just come apart at the seams. Drop down, down into some sort of deep chasm.

Dew hums, a soft, steady sort of melody that draws Mountain out of his thoughts and puts the focus back on him, his touch light and gentle, exploring his cock all the while his fingers curl and press against his walls.

"There you are," Dew murmurs when he feels Mountain start to grow hard, "You're perfect like this, baby. So tight around my fingers, nice and snug in my hand. Am I making you feel good?" He asks, earnest again as he looks up at Mountain's face.

When Mountain goes to nod, he switches gears, wills away his claws so he can touch Dew again without hurting him, "So good," he manages to get out in a slur, the words thick on his tongue. "'mazing."

Dew's smile is a bright point of light in the darkness of Mountain's bedroom, "Thank you for answering me with words," he says, rewarding him with a gentle upstroke, a careful flick of his wrist as Mountain's cock fattens up in his hand.

The movement draws a punched out groan from him and his eyes close once more as he presses his head back into the bed, his hair a mess with sweat and tangled from his movement, he wants, oh he wants so much. He wants everything with Dew.

"Almost there," Dew murmurs softly, "So close, big guy. Just a little bit more. You're squeezing my fingers so tight I'm afraid I'll come before I get the head in." He admits, and Mountain can hear how wrecked he sounds. His voice nearly tipping over into desperation. "So fuckin' gorgeous like this. So pliant and greedy. You're so hungry for it."

The words alone pull him to full hardness, nevermind whatever Dew's doing with his fingers, the stretch and pull of them tugging and tugging at his rim as he pulls out so slowly and pushes back in.

Despite the desperation, the thickness of Dew's scent as his arousal mixes with the smell of his precome and sweat, Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't rush the last of the prep, he just touches him, building Mountain's pleasure up slowly, wholly, in an all consuming way.

Time slows and thickens as Mountain's head grows foggy, as he floats between two points, Dew's hands playing him as if he were one of the fire ghoul's beloved instruments.

He almost doesn't notice when Dew's fingers slip out of him, until he realizes that he's gaping, just a bit, when he clenches around nothing it's almost painful, so painful he whines.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, petting Mountain's thigh with his lube sticky hand, and then he's pushing himself up to his knees, bowing over Mountain's body so they're face to face.

Mountain tilts his head, reaching up and drawing Dew down into a kiss, a kiss so gentle that it makes Mountain's heart thump loudly in his chest and when the kiss comes to a natural end, Dew leans into Mountain's hand and smiles at him.

"Please," he whispers, feeling raw, feeling needy, feeling so much that he's sure he'll burst soon.

Dew's smile turns soft then and he turns his head, pressing a kiss to Mountain's palm before he pulls back, settles back between Mountain's thighs, getting the lube.

Mountain's mouth waters as he watches Dew squeeze lube into his hand, as his hand wraps around himself, stroking, covering himself in lube, fingers barely meeting around the girth, he whines deep in his chest, the sound pitiful and sad until Dew looks up at him again.

"Hey," Dew says, scooting closer, his hand wrapped around himself halfway down, not at the base, "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?" He asks, the question rhetorical as he shuffles Mountain's leg with his free hand, nudging it outwards until he's got enough room.

He's close enough now that Mountain can feel the head of his cock press against him, waiting, and then Dew's other hand wraps around him again, slick with lube and warm, encasing him so wholly that Mountain almost forgets about Dew's cock.

Except he doesn't, he doesn't, because then Dew is looking down between them, guiding himself closer and pressing ininin.

Mountain's breath is pulled from his lungs and his cock goes a little soft in Dew's hand as the stretch borders on too much, all the whole Dew continues to stroke him, murmuring soft and breathless praises to him as he goes.

It seems like hours pass, but finally, finally, the head of Dew's cock pops in, drawing a garbled sounding moan from Dew when Mountain squeezes tight around him.

"Relax big guy," Dew says, a breathless wheeze, "Gonna blow my load before we even get to the good part, baby."

Mountain makes a noise, mournful and sad, but he does relax, eventually, and Dew's able to start moving again, slow and steady even though when Mountain's lucid enough to open his eyes and look at the fire ghoul, he looks like he's barely able to restrain himself.

Time slows even more to a crawl when Dew's about halfway in, and Mountain had enough wits about him to rest a hand on Dew's thigh, "Enough," he breathes out, "So full, can't."

Dew shushes him, rubs his thigh gently, "Just breathe for me," he murmurs, "We'll work up to you taking me fully, we can stop here," he says lowly, shifting his hips a bit, sliding out a little, "Good boy," he murmurs, when he feels Mountain's cock go fully hard again, "You like that, huh?"

Mountain whines, bares his throat, "Oh," he breathes out. "I'm so full," he shifts his hips down against Dew, clenching around him. "Baby."

Dew hums softly, settling one of his hands on Mountain's hip, thumb pressed to the bone there, "Feel good?" He asks, mouth dropping open as Mountain rhythmically clenches around him, "Oh baby, you're so greedy for it," he murmurs, squeezing his hip as he pulls out a bit and then thrusts back in, "Just gotta train you a bit more, you'll be able to take all of me in no time."

Mountain likes the sound of that, the idea of being trained to take Dew's cock whenever he wants. Whenever Dew wants. He feels an animalistic need inside him, begging, pleading for that, to be useful for Dew. To be needed so carnally.

"Oh baby, we're going to get there," Dew promises, fucking into him now, with so much care that the difference between his thoughts and Dew's actions cause him to go dizzy. "We get you all trained up to take me proper and I'll make a good, respectable ghoul out of you yet."

Mountain goes nearly cross-eyed with pleasure, between Dew splitting him open, the filth he's speaking, the way Dew's been fondling his cock this whole time, teasing and playing with him, he feels like he's already full to burst.

"Please," Mountain manages, unsure of what exactly he's asking for, keening in his throat when Dew's speed picks up the tiniest bit, when his cock presses right against his prostate with each thrust. "Yes, Dew, oh," he lets out, one long, loud moan, his hips fucking upwards once, twice, again, and then he's coming messily into Dew's fist, clenching tight around him.

"Shit," Dew swears, "Shit, fuck, Mountain baby," he barely manages to stop himself from thrusting all the way into Mountain, gritting his teeth as he lets go of Mountain's spend cock and grabs his other hip instead, smearing come all over his skin as he pulls Mountain down onto his cock, guiding him as he chases his own release.

Mountain's lightheaded, he's floating, he's somewhere not entirely here anymore, his own thought is the thickness of Dew's cock, the heat coming from him, the points of cool against his hips as Dew fucks him, seemingly finally letting go of whatever restraint he'd had the entire time leading up to now.

"Want it," Mountain slurs, "Fill me up," he mumbles, blindly searching for one of Dew's hands, prying it off of his hip so he can hold it instead, twining their fingers together and gripping Dew's hand tightly as he clenches around his cock.

Dew let's out a punched out sounding groan, his shoulders hunching over Mountain as he fucks into him harder, nails digging into Mountain's hip as he lets out a guttural groan and comes, fucking his hips inwards a few times, as his other hand comes down to jack the rest of his cock.

Mountain makes a sort of content sound, even as the overstimulation starts prickling just below the surface—now that he's come, now that he's coming down, he feels split open in a way that's bordering on unpleasant.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, squeezing Mountain's hand—Mountain must have made some kind of noise, something, because Dew's pulling out suddenly, but the rush of come that follows makes Mountain wish he could get hard again, warm and sticky as it soaks his inner thighs, his ass, the sheets under him.

"Gonna be uncomfortable real soon," Dew says, tries to untangle his hand from Mountain's so he can pull away and go get something to clean them up with but Mountain just grunts and pulls Dew on top of him, high enough that he can hide his face in Dew's throat.

"Don't care. Stay." Mountain says, his voice shaky but firm as he wraps an arm around Dew's waist, "Stay."

Dew laughs, and Mountain can feel it, but he also feel Dew wipe his hand on the sheets beside them, come and lube and sweat, before his somewhat clean hand starts carding through Mountain's hair.

"Yeah, yeah okay." Dew says, fond and happy, "But I'm running a bath for you later."

Mountain just makes a noise of agreement and lets himself float, surrounded in the scent of them.

#mountaindew #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fic #my writing #i wrote this on my phone bc i need to focus on my jacket and my wip this weekend oops #here ya go!! #brief moment if silence i almost gave dew a monster dick specifically for the concept of Dick Bulge™ in Mountain's stomach LMAO

[sysig]

Hey. Read Roundabout. Love Awesome. (Patreon)

#Doodles #Wander Over Yonder #Commander Peepers #Emperor Awesome #Lord Hater #As always check the tags first but hgggg Roundabout is so gooooood <3 <3 #Absolutely the fic that convinced me that Awesome was worth thinking about more than he initially appears lol #The™ fanon interpretation to me <3 #Like the Eyesome stuff obviously (also the thing that convinced me to try out Eyesome and ended up loving it :D) #But also the Death Glare stuff! It's terribly cute the way Peepers and Hater go bouncing off each other haha ♪ #Plus there's just a lot of fun phrasing like the one I put in the caption of Peepers curled up haha #Everyone's characterized so fun! #Plus there's just something very fun recalling my first reread lol - I don't actually remember my first reading experience #But I do remember getting fic-hungry for it later down the line at a local Mexican restaurant and reading it on their wifi lol #It's so fun to finally be at a point where I can confidently draw them and then to come back to the story and ahhh <3 <3 Very enjoyable #The first two aren't tied to anything specific other than the basic concept of those two drinking together lol #Same size glasses but very different alcohol-to-body-size proportions lol ♪ Buying drinks for Peepers saves hand over fist! #We all know he could put it away like no one's business so really it wouldn't matter in the end lol #It was so fun to doodle him curled up ahh <3 His silhouette <3 <3 Toss a blanket over him! #And the Drama! The deliciousness of Peepers keeping Secrets from his Lord Hater! Ah! #It feels so in-character of him to have alone time away from the ship that Hater doesn't even notice until he's been away awhile ♪♫ #They're both adults ♪ They have aspects of their lives that aren't Entirely intertwined ♫ Until they do hehehe #Love 'em ♥ #Hater was fun to draw there too lol slowly getting used to him! I like his PJs haha

[hauntedpearl]

i do love the chuck won theory i do but the thing is. im not the biggest fan of how they did it on the show. like i get why it is like that it's just not my preference is all.

going back to my point about keeping god off the screen, I think I would've preferred if they were "fighting" god like that. in the sense that they're aware, to some extent, that this is all out of their control. it's like in good omens but the evil version of it. the plan is ineffable, so what can we even do about it? do we even have free will? are we responsible for the evil in our lives or is someone else? did you kill your son? did your son kill your mother?? or did this Nebulous All Knowing Entity make him do it? does it make a difference, when this grief is choking your throat?? when the guilt is in your veins? when the pain you've caused, you're feeling, is all so tangible?? you can't fight god and you can't beat god and you can't be sure that you are ever on your own. there is no hope, and there is no reward, and you aren't quite sure about the witness. can you choose kindness anyway? like this? when the world is ending and your feet are close to the edge of it?? does it matter?? DOES IT MATTER?? DOES IT MATTER??????

#this is too weird and high concept for me to even fully articulate. like can you do it like this? probably not. very philosophical question #territory #it's a thought experiment #more than anything else and you can't make movies out of those jsgdjdkdld #doe is talking again #this is kind of like a nonsense post but i think like. you will always lose against A God™ is. it's very. it's something. it's sooo #helpless right. but at the same time i think the point is like. you can still choose. kindness #it might not matter but that's the thing. who dictates what does and doesn't matter #what gives life meaning in this unknowable universe. what is your life made up of. ehat moments define you. #what is the God you worship and the god yhat you fight. i give one respect and i don't do it for the other. because i worship this world and #the people in it and the kindness they are capable of and the experience of touching the skin of my people. that is the God that matters. #to me. but say there is something elae put thwre and it is out to get you. ot hates you or maybe it loves you. you'll never know. but it is #there. and it is changing the world you are in. these are not things you can control. what you can control is this: you kiss your son's brow #before you kill him. you hold your lover's hand before he is ripped from you. you tell your brother you love him #before you're gone. #does it matter? does it matter? does it matter??? maybe not to the thing that hates you but it does. TO ME. TO ME. YO ME

[quarterprioritymidnight]

people who assume laura palmer is about one of dan's girlfriends seeing the 'i killed laura palmer' merch

#personal #i love that hes now just selling knock off twin peaks merch as bastille merch and hoping no one notices #love the concept #unfortunately do still think its ugly #does this band know how desperate i am to give them my money i literally hoover up the old bastille merch on depop #and yet i have bought NONE of the bbx merch so far #and i know i will at tour for the nostalgia™ #but like same for gmtf like i just ended up going with the least ugly thing cause it was all so bad 😭 #also 'one of dan's girlfriends' was meant to be like ex or current not to imply polygamy 💀

[tricky-bastard-pokemon]

The Non-Binary Video Game Character Spectrum.

#i do not take critique because i am correct #kingdom hearts #super mario #kirby #legend of zelda #nonbinary #on Xehanort: you dont have that many alternate forms and no be nonbinary 🙄 #also my friend and i were arguing over who was the most Gender™ and we were arguing over kirby and link #came to the conclusion that link is all the genders while kirby is the black whole where gender is consumed and destroyed #and then i think anything in space has no concept of human/earthly genders so rosalina doesn't either #she still pretty tho #probably uses fae pronouns as well

[partyinthemysterymachine]

macavity with his hair in a ponytail. that is all, have a nice day

the biggest crime this guy has ever committed was the one where he didn't brush his fucking hair. jail for Macavity. jail for Macavity for ten thousand years

#my art #macavity #cats musical #side-eyes #DONT LOOK AT ME #for those who are Unaware: I am CATS trash #I am also so sorry I did not do his markings. please understand: Art Hard #(and I never really finished his design concepts chuhjkdfj. pls enjoy anyway YEET) #macavity my beloved <3 my oldest running Problematic Fav™ #sorry I Forgor how to draw the CATS-people....... gomen nasai sorries :(((!!

[mobius-m-mobius]

LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2022  ♡ ⤷ Day 7 - Free Choice - HOW DOES IT ALL END?

#lokitvweek2022 #mobius #loki #hunter b-15 #mcuedit #marveledit #lokiedit #lokius #the restraint of not getting into angst until the very last day 😅 #anyway i will not apologize because everyone has their own concept of romance and THIS is it™ for me #shoving people aside frantically running through hallways stumbling in haste scanning every inch of every room #discarding every sight that isn't the one person you need who you can go to with trust and without hesitation to ease your heart and mind #this is the set of my dreams btw and i can't believe i made it scrambling through an entire week of gifs i'm truly alive 💖 #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[willczek-art]

Sketches, reference and moodboards for a new school project!

This one was a random pull from my bank of unused ideas and I'm curious to see where it will go :³

[reblogs are discouraged, this is just for personal archival purposes :³]

#i really dont trust this particular class to be... good #so whats a better way of keepings tabs on myself than posting regular updates on how the project is coming along? :V #also having old stuff here was a lot of help when compiling my last portfolio so i'm kinda back to the This Is My Backup Archive™ approach #doodles #school stuff #assignment #concept art #my art #moodboards #references #it may be inspired by a certain monster from a certain game #which is why its really funny to me that i get to explore this idea further bc its so shallow as a base xD #for neas #uken

[tswwwit]

Have thought of writing angst billdip?

Angst alone isn't particularly my jam - but I know that there's a lot of demand out there for Dipper getting hurt and/or traumatized, with Bill having to deal with the aftermath! And hurt/comfort does appeal to me.

#It's on my list of 'things I'll get around to' #Just gotta come up with the right scenes/concept #Gotta make that mortal cry and Bill feel emotions he's not used to in the slightest #Gotta love putting an eternally knowledgeable demon completely out of his depth #Not before he wreaks absolute havoc on whoever did all of that to Dipper of course #He'd have a lot of rage to vent #answers #Not to mention Dipper's struggle with accepting being taken care of oh that is a delight #This boy has Issues™ that I would love to delve into more. Self-worth is only one of 'em #Which is one of the reasons the 'meet the parents' thing is also on that list of things to get around to

[musical-chick-13]

Very funny how I was, as a child, always warned against the Dangers of Idolatry, re: putting too much focus on another person or a cause or a hobby or things you buy for yourself because they make you happy, and am now, after having left, writing a fic that is, ultimately, at its core about comparing the most DERANGED and UNHINGED experience to connecting with God.

#it's even in the title! #also obliquely putting the concept of idolatry through codependent romantic love into EVERYTHING I write basically #the church would follow after me with a bell screaming 'SHAME' a la season 5 finale if I were still a part of it probably #my god I hope this story gets done soon I cannot WAIT to think about something else #(me slowly giving out more and more Clues™ as to what this godforsaken-hahaha ''godforsaken''-thing is actually about) #The Fic That's A Lot

[wiccawrites]

this pic is legit a few styling choices away from "one of the rebels in a dystopian society residing in the outskirts of the city, slowly but steadily plotting to topple a corrupt government" vibes I hope u can understand how much it's rotting my brain rn

Cause can u imagine kimchay au where Kim is the son of the leader of this dystopian city and all he's known all his life is inside these city walls. He's heard that there used to be a world outside the mirage but it's gone now. Theirs was the last city left standing.

But the thing is, Kim is curious. Always thirsty for knowledge that his father warns him of being too obsessed with. He reads a few records he shouldn't have known about, digs deep into long forgotten archives he shouldn't have access to.

This is how Kim finds the tunnel. Hidden under one of the old oak tables in the restricted section of the town library that isn't supposed to exist. He follows it because he can't resist a good mystery. The path goes on and on but Kim keeps going, too curious to know about what's on the other end. He walks for about half an hour until he finally sees daylight.

The sight that greets him at the end of the tunnel is unexpected. Where the city is green and flourishing, this place is a wasteland. The buildings he can see are decrepit and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Smoke is in the air. He turns around and sees the bright white walls of their city, shining under the sun.

So this is what lies beyond the mirage.

Kim takes a step forward, eager to see the remnants of another city that existed in the past.

He doesn't feel the blow to the back of his head until he's on the ground, ears ringing and the edges of his vision fading. There's someone here.

"Hia, I'm at the border. I think you need to come here. I found something."

Kim sees a man walk over to him, wearing an odd hat with rabbit ears at the top of his head. The bottom half of his face is obscured by a plain black mask while the long fringe he's got covers the rest.

"Actually, I found someone."

Kim sees large brown eyes looking down at him and that's when his vision fully goes black.

#Barcode made a Choice™ posing like he did #It was the right one #I HAVE THIS CONCEPT IN MY HEAD THAT I WANNA DRAW BUT I CANT DRAW FOR SHIT LMAO #if any of u have seen the music videos for Na Na Na or Sing by My Chemical Romance #that's exactly what I am thinking about #look at me wordvomiting kimchay au concepts when I should be working 💀

[transgenderfivepebbles]

A Silent, Tranquil End

She sits on the far side of the chamber, slumped on the floor, as if they had just fallen asleep. The decay has not made its way to her chamber yet, but it is close, and much of their structure has already been taken.

There is nothing else that can be done.

A violet overseer watches as a strange creature crawls up to their puppet.

"Oh… creature… why come here?"

The creature curls down, revealing a pearl embedded in its shell. A shimmering royal purple.

"For… me? Read? Will… look."

"I see. Says…"

"I… I am sorry, Idyllic Field. My… name? You know… my name?"

"You do… do not have long. Yes. I know."

"Forgive me, my love… Forgive me. I do not forget you, and I will not… until the end… of time. For what… why?"

"Remember that I… love you. Entangled… in Promises."

"Oh… you… Really? My… my dearest… here? With me? Oh… thank you."

They weakly lift an arm to its face, a shaky, quiet laugh escaping her – it is a warped, nearly unrecognizable sound, but a warmth persists in it. The last trace of love.

The overseer pulls back, and vanishes. He can't bear to watch this.

Like a mother cradling her child, the creature wraps the puppet in its limbs, settling around her body, careful to keep one particular limb against the side of their spine. Precisely where it needs to be.

It embraces them, indulging her confused joy as the iterator laughs and stutters in indecipherable tones. For a moment, they are comforted, happy even, her few memories brought back one final time.

A stab, a flash, and a digital scream.

Then, complete silence.

The creature slinks off the limp puppet, dark blood seeping from the puncture in her lower back. There is no need for comfort now; efficiency is the first priority. It steps backward, towering over the unconscious doll, holding out a sharp, metallic appendage like a scythe.

It raises the blade.

Without a hint of hesitation, it brings it back down, the precision of a surgeon and the elegance of a dancer in its strike.

Her umbilical is severed, cables cut, arm sliced cleanly where it meets the puppet. They scarcely even bleed or spark, so perfectly was the cut made.

The deed is done.

There is nothing left to do.

The creature curls up at the side of the lifeless iterator, emitting a half-mechanical purr.

#data pearls #oc: Entangled in Promises #oc: Idyllic Field #oc: Dirge of Farewell #DoF is the creature btw! their name is . uh. a bloodborne reference #im gonna be using full names in the oc tags in my other posts too i think #based on one of flecks-of-stardust's scrapped concepts :) #yeah this is the evil i was cooking yesterday. i was so plagued by the idea that i stayed up until 1 writing the draft #promises' influence was weak today. i can do whatever i want #i've given up on keeping my oc backstories cryptic KASJFDKSH im just openly tormenting them now #yay divorce triangle lore. for two of them. disarray lore coming soon™

[definite-human]

"saving me makes him so happy"

aka: that awkward moment when you've been having safe, sane, consensual scenes since the French Revolution but only just had your first ever kiss (while breaking up)

#good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #this one goes out to past me for learning about the concept of having boundaries only as an afterthought to leaning about kink #while 18 years old (and yes i was raised in a conservative christian bubble haha how'd you guess?????????) #also the intersection of asexuality and kind is a fascinating topic just fyi #both because im asexual and either/both of these characters totally could be #and because my haha funny joke post evoking said topic to humorous effect =/= the topic itself being A Joke™ #rambles

[apocalypsewriters]

Not My Magical Destiny

Welcome one and all to my most recent self-created brainrot!! I have had this idea cooking for months and my creative writing class has given me the perfect avenue/inspiration for it. So, enjoy!

Kodi is a humble college student working at a bakery. Well, when their deferral is up they’ll be a student again. Their best friend Gabriel has been missing for a few weeks and Kodi has heard next to nothing from him, save one-word texts answering their messages. Finally, he shows up at the bakery, spouting tales of a magical world under their feet and above their head. He’s a key part of it in ways Kodi can barely stomach to think about; it would make them sick to their stomach if Gabe got hurt. 

How will Kodi deal with this revelation and the consequences of their best friend’s actions?

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

#writeblr #wip intro #my writing #nmmd #not my magical destiny #this is a fun concept playing with povs essentially #what does the Best Friend ™ think of the isekai in their life #cos most stories are told about the one whisked away (which is fair) #kodi and gabe mean so much to me #their friendship is peak #i hope everyone enjoys envy as much as briar does #no one get attached to idle

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maybe if i keep public posting about how dumb of a concept the animal realm is in touhou, someone might deliver the lore i need to make it make sense right unto me..... wheee anyway lol same thing as beast yokai or perhaps ghosts or lol um not how survival of fittest works L or Wym Theyre Slaves Coz Dexterous Hands Youre All Anime Girls Rn ARE YOU DEAD OR ALIVE OR DIVINE OR WOT etc etc

#dear diary #touhou #if only there was a local lore smartass who knew things.... #its a concept i rlly like but find hard to justify or pin down. #Why are animal spirits sent beneath hell? And human spirits? #Are they dead people? Yokai? Some secret third thing- abstract personifications of animalhood? #They say it isnt part of hell... But my best explanation is that its a RING of it #For the ambitious and greedy #Perhaps animal abusers or tyrants #They go to the Hell of Dog Eats Dog™ for a nice holiday? #but supposedly this isnt the caseeee