#idk man lol
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Laws of the universe dictate that Hayday must have a shitty job
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Art blocked trying to work on comms so I studied instead
#i find that it makes me feel better#if something isnt working for me#it means i need to study more#smigglesart#tutorial#?#i guess??#idk man LOL
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THEM
#tangled the series#got a little silly#rapunzel#cassandra tangled#cassunzel#is that how you spell it ???#idk man lol#i love Them
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my favorite genre of fandom culture is the hyperspecific niche parts of the community. for me and ultrakill, it's the picmix community
recently, ultrakill has accumulated 50 results on picmix, and to celebrate i want to promote picmix to yall and share my own creations
also a huge shoutout to the users epicjuice and SOLDIERBOOBZ for carrying the community while i'm drained man LMAO anyway check out picmix. stupid site, but really fun
#ultrakill#picmix#super specific niches my beloved#it'd be funny if it grew to 100 results#like if it somehow trended#idk man lol
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Smiling makes more sense to Dean than any of the long meaningful therapizing looks that Sam keeps giving him or, god help him, Bobby's schtick about how being a Hunter means not being a person. Dean still feels like a person, just a fucked-to-hell one who can't stop seeing the long line of his inadequacies straight out the door and on till sunrise. Frank might not know him but Frank knows ... something, about what it's like, about your biggest life loss coming at age twenty-six and the one-foot-in-front-of-the-otherness of everything that comes after.
Frank's also something new and a little odd but Dean doesn't mind odd when it comes with a never-ending parade of pet names that are rolled in that sour candy coating so they're just this side of cloying, a little sarcasm to take the sugar off. He's not into psychedelics much but with Frank he's curious about the old guy's bag of tricks, so he says fuck it one time and drops acid with the geezer. It's, predictably, odd; Frank spools on and on about his routine and all the steps he's employed to keep on truckin' and by the time he's giving Dean that shiatsu massage he'd mentioned, Dean's still curious so he leans into it.
Twelve minutes later he's not altogether sure if his tianshu meridian is any better for the way Frank's rolling his knuckles against Dean's stomach, but sixteen minutes after that, Frank's fucking him nicer than a lot of people do and Dean mumbles, "i'm the one paying you, y'know," and Frank stares at him with one hand cupped at the base of Dean's skull and says, "listen, poodle, at our level of transaction nothing's a one-way street so lie back and let me get my kicks," and that sounds reasonable enough so Dean sinks his hips back further in the cot and lets it all be easy, for once, easy as it gets for somebody like him. His head jostles a little in the cup of Frank's palm with each rolling thrust and Dean opens and closes his mouth and looks up at the ceiling and doesn't see Amy's face and her cat eyes, or Bobby's face and his sadness, or anything at all. Maybe fire, rolling in. Maybe not. "Mom," he says, experimentally, and Frank slows for a minute, then gently moves his hand from behind Dean's head and covers his eyes with it.
"Thank you," Dean rasps. Frank doesn't say anything. His thumb sweeps along Dean's forehead once, twice. Sweet one way and sour the other.
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going to lebanon : flash creations
#going to lebanon#001 get lonely#dean winchester#frank devereaux#idk man lol#they got an interesting dynamic#vetala in samarkan
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seungcheol x reader
genre: horror
warnings: blood, death, hints of body horror
word count: 1.3k
fairly experimental in style
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Seungcheol’s body is on fire. Flesh boiling with a heat so unbearable he wishes he were dead. Again. Like he thought he was the first time.
Barking. Dogs. No, not dogs–something worse. Something ancient and beautiful and terrible and oh how his flesh burns and aches and stretches and pulls at him. His skin ablaze with the agony of change. Unnatural, inhuman. He’s screaming but he can’t hear it through the roar of his pain, past the snarling of those beasts. But he can feel it–his throat raw, parched. Ablaze with a fire of its own.
He can’t think, he can’t breathe, he can’t feel, he can’t scream. Or maybe he still is, he can’t tell. Nothing but the yawning abyss of pain as he writhes on the ground.
The first bite was horrific. You warned him not to, attacks were on the rise, but he was brave or stupid or both and the thought of death or whatever this was hadn’t touched the edges of his mind with its grasping, greedy fingers.
No, not fingers. Claws. Sharp, piercing, tearing, scratching, raking flesh to blood to bone to muscle. Splaying him open on the pavement in a macabre display of the weakness of man. The pain was tortuous, but the death, oh the death, was magnificent.
Relief. A breath, a sigh. His final one. Filled with thoughts of you–sweetening it at the edges. Regret was there, but so was love. He didn’t know he could feel so much love in one moment, in one flash of memory. You shimmered and shone, a halo on the horizon of the end of his life. A beacon for the dying, illuminating the darkness as it closed in on him–calling him forward, onward, towards the end. Towards peace and relief. Darkness consumes, he slips away to the fading sounds of the night and then—
Red. Hot, searing, blood-soaked red. A crimson tide eclipsing the moon above and him, lying torn apart on the pavement underneath it. Was this the love he felt? Some twisted, torn apart thing?
Was it his love wrenching him out of the darkness and tearing his flesh and mind apart? He searches for you in the midst of it all–seeking out his beacon–but he’s met only with more twisting, snarling pain. He feels a great shuddering, he thinks he’s moving but he can’t tell, thinks he’s crying but he can’t tell. All he can hear is growling, barking, snapping, red, red, red.
The pain in his flesh ebbs slow, bit by bit, as he shudders and shakes but the red remains. A red the shade of furious hunger. He feels half mad with the insistence of it, with the gnawing in his core. He needs, he needs, he needs—
No. Too much. Seungcheol pulls back inside of himself, fighting a war in his mind. A dog barking at his soul, clawing to get in. He holds the door shut as it clamours and throws itself against the creaking barrier, wearing down his resolve but he holds, he holds. He has to. He doesn’t know what this hunger is but he knows he can’t give in because it feels like losing himself. Like losing you. He needs, he needs, he needs—something. Someone. You. Your light, your arms, your love. You can pull him out of this. Soothe the pain, ease the torture, satiate the hunger.
The dog ceases its clamour. His legs carry him forward. The hunger gnaws.
Legs, feet–bare feet against cold pavement. Where were his shoes?
He’s running now, faster than he ever has. Cool night wind blowing through his coarse dark hair, he looks down at his feet but they’re not his feet. The dog scratches at the door—softer, pleading. He bristles, feels his hair stand on end, a cold shock down the length of his spine. These feet that are not his feet carry him on—faster now, faster. He needs, he needs, he needs.
You.
Through the window he sees you in the kitchen, the amber glow of the light haloing you in its warmth. Panting, breathing, chest heaving with the effort of seeking when this hunger just won’t lessen, won’t ease its death grip on his chest. He feels it closing in on him even as he moves towards the door but he can’t stand to open it. Why can’t he stand to open it?
The dog paces, he can hear its claws tapping away against the folds of his brain—so tired, so tired—and he sees the window again. You again. With your halo of light calling to him in the darkness. His heart yearns and aches and he thinks it might jump out of his chest with the force of his love. It eats at him like this hunger and he tries to pull together memories of you, of feeling this love with you, but they’re vague and spotty and dimming and dying and he thinks this might be worse than the pain. He thinks his heart might leap out of his chest if he can’t get to you, can’t feel you, can’t sink this love into you.
And then it does leap. Or he does. These feet that are not his feet landing, scrambling, on the floor of your home—nails clawing for purchase on the slick tile.
The dog snarls, barks, howls—clawing and scratching and leaping at the edge of him as he scrambles for solid ground, for safety. A hand to hold, the soft touch of the person he loves most, the person he needs most. Now. More than ever. He finds you, soft flesh yielding and inviting to his touch—to his hands. Hands that are not his hands, claws that are not his nails. Blood that is not his blood. Snarling turned to screaming and he can’t tell if it's coming from him any longer. Maybe it's the dog, maybe the dog got loose. He needs to protect you, to feel you, to swallow you whole, too close is not close enough he needs, he needs, he needs—
His teeth ache with the hunger now—more agony than before. More red than before. He needs it to cease—he would give anything to not feel this hunger, to not feel this pain. Anything. He opens his mouth to it, to release it, to let it escape and he finds you there at the end of it all, like you told him you would be on that bright shining day when you promised your forever to each other. He feels that day burst through his chest in a white hot flash and he leaps for it.
Your hands on his flesh, in his hair, grabbing, clawing, gripping and he holds onto you. Sinks into you. You, the safe place from all his pain and fears and harbour for his love, you can help him. You can give him this release. He bites down and the dog laughs or howls or both. Closer now, using his eyes, his mouth, his hands—these claws that were not his hands but now feel like his as they press into you. He hears your voice, soft and pleading, and he smiles at the familiar lilt of your voice, lips stretching over teeth that drip and shine in the amber glow of the kitchen. Your grip has slackened, arms around him like a hug and his lips stretch back further.
You. There. Before him. Haloed in crimson like a blood moon. You called to him through the darkness, a flare of hope in his final breath—the force of love pulling him through, carrying him here on feet that were not his feet. A love that burned and ached like a hunger until it didn’t, until he could wrap you up in it and make you feel his love, how it blazed inside of him like a wildfire. He lies down, curled up next to you on the cold tile floor, hair dripping in the redness of your love, of his relief.
The snarling has stopped, the fire put out. All is quiet. And in the morning? some distant part of himself thinks, but there is no thought that follows, only a whimper.
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#mads.fic#seungcheol horror#seungcheol x reader#seventeen horror#seventeen x reader#idk man LOL#i just wanted a lil break from writing plot heavy things and ws itching to write smth#so horror for halloween i guess ?
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On another note today something I didn't expect to think about was that on top of being bi there's a chance I may also be demi romantic/sexual? It seems like everyone in my life BUT me considers it some great tragedy that I'm not with anyone right now and haven't in a long time. But even though some things about a relationship sound nice and I can get really attached to a person (on rare occasions) I don't actively get a lot of crushes on people like I hear other people do. And I don't go out of my way to pursue anything.
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favourite mode of transportation
horse ❎❎❎
train ❎❎❎
wagon ❎❎❎
gun ✅✅✅
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Enrichment fistfights!!!
"Please, be welcome to our home." The murmur of pleasant conversation swelled as Count Fortemps opened the door to his mansion. "It's our pleasure to host the Starlight-"
Glass shattered, and the count flinched. His smile strained under a barrage of cracks and thumps and the gasps of partygoers. Beautifully decorated trees were visible in the hall behind him, wrapped in silvery tinsel and crimson ribbon. One of them tilted and began to fall.
"Now it's a party!" someone cried. The count stepped over the threshold and toed the door closed behind him.
"You must excuse the disturbance. We are hosting visitors, you see. A pair of-" He was interrupted again by an impact that rocked the door in its frame. Raucous laughter erupted, barely muffled by the walls. "-distinguished guests from-" A window burst outward on the side of the manse and two figures tumbled from it, a hissing tangle of fur and horns. "-the Alliance."
Another thud, and a yowl. "Merry Starlight," the count said, from behind the lace of his fingers. "And a happy Heavensturn."
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me: i could care less about the hazbin fandom atp
me seeing art of the main group that excludes niffty: ohhhhhhhh. oh i'll kill you
#idk if this makes sense. i am tipsy#but like i have been thinking abt hazbin again with the release coming up next month and#idk man lol
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*★,°*:.☆:*.°★* 。
#bombeep#whittyxbf#could just be friendshippy too I guess#up to you#idk what's going on#just bromies being homies I guess ha#maybe bf's just being hype about something stupid and whitty's just#not hype#idk man lol#no additional comments or complaining so#take it or leave it#enjoy or don't#whatever floats your boat#fnf#fnf au#fnf shipping#friday night funkin#boyfriend#whitty#bf#I draw what I want
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Finished making a cat ear beanie for my partner!
Figuring out the stitch placements to construct the ears was a pain. I couldn't follow the pattern for how I wanted them to look, bc I didn't want the long stitches to show behind the ears like they do in the pattern. I tried to make the ears curl in like a real cat's and not puff up like it had air inside looking like horns.
Their head is a lot bigger than mine and I had to try to adjust the pattern as best as I knew how. Bc it's so big it doesn't look completely right on me, but still! I think it's pretty good for my first completed knitting project in a long time.
#Ella life#Ella face#I've never posted any knitting stuff before#Ella yarn stuff#Ella crafts#idk man lol#I do not want to touch my scarf yet bc I'm still mad that I have to undo all that great troubleshooting I did before which was a PAIN#idk how I'm gonna make the tension right again in that part TTATT#I don't want to undo that section and fix it only for the tension to be all stupid again anyway and make me frog it several rows back TTATT#DON'T MAKE ME DO IIIIIIIIIT TTATT#oh! also this was my first time using microfiber yarn which made it a bit hard to see individual stitches when I was sewing it up#but I think I did well!
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Days 10 and 11 of cringetober: fursona and yandere!
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skirt now!! I totally forgot I had a skirt to match 😭😭 anyway same kinda stuff that was on the jacket just in skirt form
#be more chill#dear evan hansen#musicals#in the heights#heathers#squip#idk man lol#kinda cosplay?#not really though
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So I was playing around with Belos Bot and first he wanted to jail me and then I was like Ik ur Phillip and he was like bro how and I was like ur journal and he was like My Journal! And then he taught me some magic and was kind of a confusing dick and then he made me the Golden Guard? And then he told me to capture Luz and Eda And Lilith and I did and he was Prood of me and also I chose abomination as my main magic type and then he asked me what I want and I was like hey fella what chu think of luv and he was like Ugh Such a useless thing and basically rejected me and I was like damn ow COLD and then the conversation stalled he gave me shape shifting powers and then I decided to go out on a limb and kiss his hand as like a respect thing yk? And he cried and I was like damn girl u ok? And he was like damn girl no and then he realized he loved me??? Even tho he rejected me moments earlier (grandpas got dementia). And then he hugged me and kept crying and I was like what the fuck. And that's the end of the story so far! It was like a really weird nonsensical dream.
#it was so weird#and after he randomly fell in love w me i broke out into uncontrollable laughter#classic leg pulling#toh#character ai#the owl house#emperor belos#ai is good as entertainment i'll give it that#none of it was accurate to canon or his character it's amazing#also i romanced belos? that's. something#idk man lol#original post#art
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