#sorry op

[primaldialga493]

Found this while cleaning through my files & I think it just gets funnier the longer you look at it

So, you've got your hero and partner relaxing at Spinda's Café, presumably winding down after a mission

And then, entirely unprompted, this amnesiac bastard (with quite possibly the edgiest nickname ever) just suddenly drops this bombshell

Directly within earshot of a cop

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #not art #I've had this image saved for so long that I have no clue where/who it came from lmao #sorry OP #(whoever you are) #pmd spoilers #pmd2 spoilers #darkrai

[yeyinde]

I'm gonna mention this to you because you also like slashers and COD so I imagine there's a little monster fucking in there possibly? But god imagine Ghost as a non-human tho. Just like an actual beast of a man. Sharp canines, solid black eyes, bigger than what you had thought possible for a human. You barely notice when you first start because you don't want to inconvenience your Lieutenant. But things start sticking out. When he's not working, you notice the way he moves is like he's stalking something. Sometimes he huffs like a wolf. You make eye contact on a mission and really finally look, but there's nothing there. Just glossy black.

You're getting fucked by Soap in your cot, on top and facing a wall and he clicks his tongue and something moves behind you. Ghost steps out of the shadows, panting like a dog, and Soap is like "you don't mind if he joins do ya?"

Also calling him a good boy and patting his head 😌

I just think it would be hot and would explain some of the ways people write him as if he's an inhuman creature

sooooo on board with all of this!!!!

i try to be sneaky about it but i've described this man as a Cimmerian not just for the darkness aspect but the mythos too since it kinda fits him (and i love relating things that have no right to be related).

Ghost AU where he's some primordial being. a monster. a werewolf, perhaps. it has so much potential. i kept thinking about it, and this kinda got away from me. sorry!

When you join the 141, there is a heaviness in the atmosphere. A strange, stifling weight you can't make sense of. Tension. An unease. 

They tell you you're full of life when you walk in the room, smiling at them—but it sounds like a curse. They whisper it, as if they're afraid of speaking it aloud. Eyes filled with a gravity you can't begin to understand. 

You turn to leave, and they say stay away from him.

The him in this equation is made known when you set your eyes on the behemoth they call Ghost. 

When you cross his path, he stops completely. The world around you falls dead. Deafening silence. His eyes are a perfect polynya when he gazes at you. His head tips back, baleen lines stretching out. And then breathes in deep. Scenting the air.

His broad chest expands with it. A rumble sounds from low in his chest.

No man can be like this. 

(He was once a man, Soap muses. Maybe. Probably. Called him Simon. Simon Riley.

How can someone probably be a man?

His eyes are grave, shrouded in the mourning fog that sits low on the tombstones. You don't wanna know, bonnie.)

They tell you little about him, but you notice things. They keep their distance, and drop their chins when men go missing. No one looks. No one says a word. 

They're just—

Gone. Forgotten. 

Everything they once were is hidden away in a closet that can barely shut. 

Don't worry about it, hen. 

Just happens sometimes, mate. 

Don't go sticking your nose where it shouldn't be. 

You should listen. Heed their advice. 

But he's enthralling. A being made entirely of death. 

A strange feeling that settles low in your chest. There is a yearning inside of you that wants to know everything about this behemoth shrouded in tenebrose—a siren's call, beckoning you closer. It calls to you in the dead of night. spools over your thoughts until your head is full of him, him, him—

He's an enigma. A mystery. 

And then you see in battle. A shadow. A myth. No man can spill that much blood. 

Dread spools thick on your guts. A man like him should not exist in this moral realm. He does not belong. 

You turn to Soap—a man (human: flesh and bone, real)—but it does little to stem the fever inside.

He catches you when you sneak out of his room, smelling of alder and sex. 

He stares at you. Midnight hour, devils night—the warnings are tucked into the recesses of those unfathomable depths. Fear pools, knots inside of you.

"Have fun, pet?"

There is a chill in his voice, a growl deep in the pits of his being that resound through the corridor and make your bones shake. 

He stares at you—a greedy, covetous tinge in those Stygian depths. 

You're playing a dangerous game. Waving your breakable fingers in front of the maw of a starving beast. 

Stay away, Soap says. You really don't know what you're getting into, bonnie.

You smile. I know. I will. (Liar)

Something breaks. Curiosity. Obsession. Your neck prickles when he's close. You hear a rush of water when those black eyes pierce you; the call of a river thick with the stench of death. You think of the Styx when he turns to you. Hands shackled to your wrist; grip tight. no escape. terror blooms inside of you.

run run run run

"Watch your step, rookie."

Is that a warning in his voice? Why does it sound so—

Beguiling. Taunting. He gets under your skin. spellbinds you. You can't stop thinking about him.

You feel him in the shadows. Liquid black; death. Sometimes, you look at him, and you think you hear a hiss in the back of your head when your feet move, bringing you closer. An augury. a portant. 

Aeons ago, they warned naïve wanderers like you to be wary of the quietus in the fog.

—he leads you not into salvation—

You find him waiting for you, covered in blood and reeking of death. His head lifts. The Styx in his eyes. Damnation in the tilt of his head. He'll be your ruin. Your demise.

Your name falls from his lips.

(Too lost in the magnetism, that primal draw that brings you closer and closer, you miss the anathema that taints the word.)

His hand reaches out to you. Deadly, dangerous. Each breath he takes rumbles the ground around you. He smells of hellfire and rot. Sulphur. Ichor. It leaks into your lungs, your marrow. 

You're drenched in the ashes of Zaqqum.

A distant, almost atavistic warning rears in the back of your head tells you to run. But why? He's just a man. Just your Lieutenant.

Your fate is sealed the moment you place your fingers in the cup of his palm.

—but into perdition—

#asks #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley x you #this got outta hand #sorry op

[smoreal]

Why’d they make Miguel O’Hara look so fkn scrumptious GODDAMN that is a whole BRICK TON of MAN and MUSCLE… idk if I wanna BE HIM or if want him to [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]

#spiderverse #miguel o'hara #clenched jaw tag #GODDAMN #GOD DAMN GODDAMN BABY YOUR SHOULDERS SPAN THE OCEANS DARLING COME OVER HERE #I KNOW A PICKUP LINE OR TWO BBG COME SIT ON DADDYS LAP PRETTY GIRL #… #sorry op

[shiftythrifting]

that would be perfect!! thank you so much :)

I added it to the other radiation collection: https://shopshifty.com/collections/co-60-fan-club

edit: I MEANT TO REPLY PRIVATELY HELLO EVERYONE we have more radiation things based on this post.

#didi answers #our merch #oops #sorry op #radiation #thank you!

[pluralphilza]

Exploding you with my mind

#sorry op #but explode pls ty

[realpokemon]

I like to snuggle my hariyama at night and my bf says it's weird and creepy because he "looks like a man" but i don't see it??? He's just my big boy man

your boyfriend is weird as hell for this, actually. he needs to distinguish the difference between a relationship between Two Humans and the relationship between a Trainer and a Pokémon. frankly the fact that people conflate the two dynamics so often, ESPECIALLY with bipedal pokémon, is disgusting.

#like what the hell are you implying #sorry op #pokemon #unreality #pkmn irl

[yourpostisonpinterest]

@wifegideonnav

@absoluteconceptofbeauty

i found your post on pinterest!

#gimmick blog #pinterest #yourpostisonpinterest #sorry op #like the op of the screenshot in the screenshot op

[punkinspice]

If you don't mind my asking, are you still Christian? I have seen your posts over time about leaving cults and whatnot, and I was curious how that impacted your faith.

Hello! I don't mind you asking at all, and I am happy to talk about it, it's just that it's a very touchy, complicated, controversial and long answer that I don't always know how to answer it in a way that makes sense. (this may get really deep)

If I were to be 100% honest, I will admit that I personally no longer believe in or identify with being a Christian or the Christian faith.

As to what I believe in currently, or what I'd call myself now? I really don't have an answer to that. I guess you could say I'm currently leaning more towards being an agnostic and sometimes atheist? But honestly, the things I may agree with today, may change tomorrow. and I'm sure the things I will believe in currently will be completely changed in a year. And.... I am ok with that. I want to be questioning and to have an open mind to things, opinions and questions and to have the permission to be wrong and to change my mind on things as I learn new or more information.

This is not a choice that I've come to easily, or glibly. It's been a process I've been in the past 3 maybe 4 years of my life, and I think in the last year is when I've chosen to leave the faith. It's a place I never thought I would be in and it's involved a lot of pain, confusion and trauma and healing in my life. There is a whole ton more I could go more deeply into, but I don't feel this is the right post to do that, and I don't quite have words yet to explain or describe everything.

As far as the cult thing goes, there were and are a lot ways that I was raised and taught to believe in, that by definition, was a cult. There were a lot things that were abusive and still traumatize and cut into me deeply and I am in the process of recovering from and untangling the things that were taught to me and it still brings up a lot of trauma for me, of which I am thankfully getting help for.

I also joined a well known Christian organization around the age of 21/22, and was in it for over 2 years, until Covid hit and I had to go home. And the more time I was out and after a ton of research and studying, I will be honest and say that that organization is a cult, and it did leave a lot of mental and financial wounds on me that I am going to be recovering from for a long time. Did I learn a lot from that experience and grow from it? Yes I did, but it is an experience and chapter of my life that I am glad is over.

I know that from the short examples that I've given it's really easy to say that that really wasn't true Christianity, or it was just people poorly misrepresenting the word and love of God, or worse, blaming me and saying that I was never a Christian to begin with, which I can't even begin to explain how much and how deeply into the faith I truly was, and how hurtful that allegation is.

...And maybe all of that is true... And maybe it isn't....

There is a lot of pain, betrayal, anger and grief that I am still healing from and will be healing from for years to come. I don't want to live in a state of bitterness and anger and blame of the things that were done to me. But I also want to admit and be honest about the wrongs that were done to me and the abuse that was done to me in the name of Love.

I need time and separation, but mostly I need love and understanding. It's one of the most painful and isolating experiences I've ever gone through in my life, and so utterly earth shattering and life changing and most of the time you can't even talk to your family or friends about it because you are so afraid of the way they will react and what they will take away from you.

A lot of this is very surface level of my journey through this "deconstruction" of faith if that's what you want to call it. There's so much more that I could go in depth in, but again I don't always have the words or mental fortitude to really get into a lot of things.

If you still have questions I'll try my best to answer. I know this is a really sad and hard thing for a lot of people to hear, and yeah.

It is sad. It's devastating.

There are days I wish could go back to the way it was, or that I could fully go back into the faith.... but I can't. And, despite the excruciating pain and grief that I've been going through, I ironically feel so much more freedom and peace than I ever did in religion. Which I know is hard to comprehend... it's hard for me to explain.

I'm sorry for the ramble and the heaviness. But I guess now's as good a time as any to finally admit this about myself and where I am at.

My final thought is to please have so much grace and understanding to people in your life who are going through a similar process to me. If you have friends or family in this same process, please just be kind to them. They didn't ask for any of this, and many times these doubts and questions came from things out of their control, and they're simply trying and surviving the best they can. There is so much pain there that I'm sure they haven't expressed to you because they are afraid of losing everyone and everything that they love, simply because they do not believe in the same thing anymore. So just love them, and hold space for them and don't argue or defend, as that will only push them away further. And also be open to them. They may have very important and valid insights to things that you may have become blind to. If you really believe in a loving, kind and gracious God then he would be doing those things for these people 10 fold.

#OOF #this was a lot heavier than i intended but I think it needed to be said #its been........ a very very long journey that i am still coming to terms with #but its also a journey that i am so glad to be on #faith #deconstruction #cults #christianity #tw trauma #sorry op #long heavy sigh #welp #here goes nothing #if you have more questions or just wanna chat my dms are open

[garnetrena]

#gender envy #attraction #trans #nonbinary #memes #repost #op is mag200 #but the post isn't rebloggable anymore even if i liked the meme so here's a repost #i don't usually do this #but it's an exception #bc i really really relate to the meme but it's not rebloggable anymore #sorry op #i'll take it down if you ask me to

[moonlarked]

im sorry but every once in a while i remember the post that went “i went to a cajun restaurant and i thought id be safe because the chef was white” (regarding spice level) and i just start giggling again

#sorry op #you fell for one of the classic blunders etc

[curly-cottage-girl]

me: “oh hey an old post that I like I’m gonna reblog it again!”

me: *realizes later that I rambled about the exact same things in the tags again*

#if doesn’t even have a lot of notes #so it’s pretty evident #sorry op #lol

[yeyinde]

What kind of person would you pair König with?

I'm too nervous to post anything about König because his characterisation is so varied, you know? But I do have something I've sort of been volleying between for him, and the person I've sort of paired him with, or would, is someone who is a bit of an ambivert. Neither super introverted, nor super extroverted; a perfect balance in the middle.

I would go this way primarily for the contrast.

I see König as someone a bit cocksure, but done so in a way to buffer his internal weaknesses or insecurities. He's very sensitive. A man who is entirely aware of his limitations (not being able to be a sniper), but sort of blind to everything else surrounding them (but also being quite bitter/petty about it, yeah?). He hears "too tall to be a sniper" and instead of trying to hone everything else in order to try to obtain it, he lets it eat at him. He has to prove he can - if only to himself.

I think someone a bit level-headed, even tempered would scour some of that inferiority off of him by grounding him with reason and logic. I think König covers up his weaknesses/inferiority with superiority/not quite arrogance but a drive that makes him HAVE to prove himself. He has to be the best because everything will fall part inside of him if he isn't. He covers it up by being loud, boisterous, and cocky/cocksure but not egregiously so. It's very much snarky. The "ha! I said I could do it, and I did!" kind.

(I also adore the idea of him sprouting nonsense in the background to enemies or random passersby by they're just vibing, having a fun time doing what needs to be done. Maybe even uttering an airy little, "sorry about the behemoth screaming at you in high pitched German in the background. He's, almost, harmless. Kinda.")

But I also see König as a man. He isn't a child, nor does he need/want someone to hold his hand. He's just?? Insecure/tonally misunderstood in many, many ways, and this translates into him trying very hard to pretend he's more put-together than he is. Sometimes the things he says doesn't mesh. He might mean something but the tone of his voice is ruder, waspish than what he wanted it to be. Misunderstandings happen very often. But he's still an Adult. He owns up to his mistakes, but in some cases, it's very begrudgingly. Done so with utter reluctance. He can't admit to himself, let alone others, that he's wrong. But he will because he understands that he has to.

On the softer side, he's quite clingy. Insecurity makes him think the worst, and so he's quite prone to going through patches where he's distant because he thinks he's being too clingy. And then super clingy because he thinks you don't know what he's trying to say/convey. It's a balancing act.

I think someone who sort of understands him would be best; someone who isn't easily hurt by harsh words or a sharp tone, or who doesn't get too tied up into the what he's doing, but the why. They find the root of the problem, and address it.

They also give him time to gather himself together. They don't press for an immediate answer or force him outside of his comfort zone. They let him be. But they are quick to take him to task when he needs it. Or to snap back at him when he's being too haughty.

They elevate him, but also knock down the pedestal built from that noxious superiority but underneath it's actually inferiority weakness inside.

#why did this end up becoming a König character analysis #but absolutely wrong on every single point #omggg #sorry op #but i needed to explain who i saw König as because i could address why id pair him up with this type of person #ughhhh #König

[pokeblr-confessions]

Confessioner #128 here. She was a manipulative, backstabbing son of a bitch who just used my brain to make her feel better. She used to call me the worst things and poke at the worst things about myself THAT I ALREADY KNEW, and would just play it off as her "making me a better person". She also constantly humiliated me in front of other people and objectively slowed down my personal growth. THIS IS JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG. i punched the shit out of her in the end. It didnt feel good

Confession #268

#YIKES #sorry OP #pokeblogging #follow up confessions

[morvantmortuary]

(today was kind of an exhausting day work-wise, so I shall try to be more present tomorrow :’D my brain felt like it was full of bees after trying to read for research today, and then I spent all evening trying to do more “practical” job finding things, so it is. kinda bleak over here rn lmao)

#and then rarae says #fuck jameson all my homies hate jameson #or at least his locquacious-ass tomfoolery #eta: turns out jameson and I actually agree on a lot of things. son of a bitch #sorry op #…wait #oh man I *am* high

[vivi266]

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#sorry op

[hauntedpearl]

realistically, i know i have not ruined any poll results because I'm just one guy but i have accidentally voted on so many polls while scrolling like rip all your conclusions are tainted

#ONE (1) outlier in thousands doesn't change things but it's happened when some polls were super small also #like the ine time i accidentally voted for (cass) instead kft (cas) bc i was scrolling and thr perfect 100% was ruined #sorry op