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ivysangel · 4 months
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Jason as a nibbler, a neck biter, a vampire. Not literally, he doesn't need blood to survive, no, but the way his mouth somehow always finds your neck, always finds a way to catch his teeth on your carotid, you'd think he did.
He comes up behind you so innocently sometimes, his hands ghosting over your hips and his hair tickling your jaw. His beautiful, soft, jet-black hair that is so quickly replaced with sharp nips of his teeth. You pull away, pushing his head back with your hand, and he groans; what did I do, his eyes say when he lifts his head to look at you. "You're biting me." you point to the teeth marks on your neck, indents a little deeper where his canines were. "I'm loving you."
You patiently wait for the day he gets carried away and accidentally draws blood, the day when the permissiveness of your flesh gives way to this indulgent behavior of his. He'll nose at the tiny droplets of blood collecting around the puncture wounds, licking and laving as a pool of iron collects on his tongue. Pulling away, looking like a wolf who's just devoured its prey, with blood smeared on the tip of his nose and his pupils blown wide.
He'd tasted blood before when he'd punched too hard, when he'd been punched too hard; the taste was always bitter in his mouth, too metallic, and always lingering long after he'd washed it away with water, but not yours. No, yours was welcome, just as bitter and metallic but also sweet? Comforting? Welcome? Yes, welcome. He'd welcomed you into his life a multitude of times, made room for you in places he'd previously thought to be too cramped. In his home, in his mind, in his heart, but the one place he could never figure out how to integrate you was his body.
Of course, he'd had sex with you, let you touch him in ways he had never been touched before, seen him at his most vulnerable, but it would never be the same for him as it was for you. You could never be inside of him the way he was inside of you. He thought he'd never know how it felt to walk around with ghosts of you inside of him the way you did when he came too deep or stretched you out too much. He thought he'd never know what it felt like to carry a part of his lover around with him outside of a material object. Now, he knew otherwise; he knew there was an alternative—a painful, bloody alternative—but an alternative nonetheless.
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andtheyreonfire · 3 months
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goro akechi has been dead for 7 slutty, slutty years
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This was a WIP for so long goodness.
ANYWAY. I think Player 2 in Pikmin 4 is really funny when you think about what the heck's happening in-universe. The person I was playing with saved all their bomb rocks for Louie so the Louie Dandori Battles were really easy for me.
Kersploding him
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So earlier today I introduced some of my WIPs to some new people, and I realised that many people might not be familiar with those two WIPs.
Kriya Petri: fantasy (with body horror & dystopian elements). Setting: A country called Fillor on a planet called Thuluke. In Fillor, to bind yourself to the one you love, you require a trinamate potion to seal the bond. 'Trinamate' is marriage (though that is a rather crude translation of the word). But to get a trinamate potion legally, the couple needs to be… acceptable. A man and a woman who plan to have at least one child. Yes, it's been 1000 years since the global apocalypse, but 'sufficient reproduction' is still a concern among the Filore people (plus it's a moral virtue for the Divine Monarchy, who reside on the cloudlands, with an iron grip on the institutes of Fillor). A potioneer wants to elope with their lover, but the pair is, let's just say, not acceptable. So what are they to do? The potioneer brews a trinamate potion on their own, finding the closely guarded methods & ingredients for the potion through who-knows-who, bunch of shady people. The potion explodes. The potioneer knows the punishment for something like this. They'll be condemned to Kaewoe (so will their lover, if anyone finds out), a realm so deep below the ground that it's close to the core of the planet. Kaewoe, where the mind & body are destroyed by the horribly high concentration of magic. Kaewoe, the names & lives & loves of all who enter it, all slowly turned to unknowledge. Good thing stealing identities is absurdly easy in Fillor! The potioneer wipes all memory of their crimes & love (or else the Thought magicians would know), flees to the city of Naebo. Their name is now Kriya Petri,
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Welcome To The Real World: scifi, fantasy, surrealism, horror, tragedy
This one's in very early stages Inspired by Frankenstein Setting: The Great South Asian Rip in Reality, where physics (time & space both) is just completely twisted. The year is sometime in the 2070s. Sometimes it's the 2040s outside the Rip. Depends when/where you step out. Moh-maya, reality's very fabric & everything that keeps up the illusions that comprise reality, are very malleable in here. Main character: Kabir aka Moksh. A closeted Indian trans man who lives a double life, perhaps even a triple life. One in which he's a cis woman & a regular bright STEM student (STEM studies also include study of moh-maya). Another in which he's just some guy with good friends (the most authentic of his lives), where he goes by the name Kabir & uses moh-maya to present as his true self. If only temporarily. (it's painful, mentally & physically, whenever he has to revert to the female form). The third is some mad scientist bullshit, he's going by the name of Moksh among his fellow mad scientists & his main project is a moh-maya Frankenstein's monster that others can share their consciousness with, such that they can experience shape-shifting more easily & go where they physically aren't, do things they physically can't. Let's simply call it the 'entity'. Due to many reasons, creating this entity is pretty illegal. Hence the new name & collaboration with fellow shady people. the plot, put shortly: he starts doing vigilante justice w/the entity & then goes far & gets more & more consumed w/work & things go verrrrrrryyyyyy wrong despite starting with (dubious but) good intentions.
in this second one i neglected to mention the fact that you, as the reader, get front row tickets to the main character's spiral into madness & justifying murders thru the entity + the entity is a whole person & has opinions + a whole lot of other stuff, I DID mention that this WIP is in very early stages but holy fuck i could go on & on about it (just not in a way that can be packaged in a structured & sensible introduction)
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kenjakusbraincum · 4 months
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lol i want to fucking die just like i predicted
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solarisgod · 5 months
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So today, we were given the opportunity from a supervisor to work with our organization's different program next Monday to Thursday at 9am to 5pm that focuses on making these products and packaging them, as this program job is offered to autistic individuals who can do these tasks usually after they graduate from the program that us cluster have been working in and are qualified to work at a professional setting. Our supervisor told me this team was looking for an intern who could work most days while they're organized, and it's just...
With us at a different work campus to fill in for an absent facilitator until Friday, it just makes me beyond happy and proud to believe that I'm making such a great impact with this organization while I'm being seen as so trustworthy and diligent to get these work opportunities and experiences and connecting with this organization more. We'll be finishing placement on December 14th before entering our final semester of the program, and I really do not want to go. I can't juggle between work and education at all, so I'd have to wait and see if I can apply a job there in spring.
But the fact that we're this farr to the journey that's coming to an end? It's so crazy to vaguely remember our orientation day and first work day, and now we're trusted enough to be given more different responsibilities across different areas for not just them, but ourselves as well, and I'm just forever extremely happy and grateful to get to work here. I've even said it to my supervisor of our original work campus during our mid term meeting with my placement supervisor few weeks ago that I'm really happy to work at this organization that's so welcoming and accepting and supportive.
I've improved so much even before placement when we had to do placement searching and these interviews, and it's insane to me that I wasn't at all anxious with the interviews or reaching out. I was depressed and suicidal across the summer that we wouldn't secure the placement by September because we'd have to wait a whole year to do it and I had already wasted a year because I didn't know we had to do a bridge in summer course in order to enter the bachelor course, but the lack of anxiety in general and having more confidence in my future is just everything to me.
The first year college and high school Astrifer would never ever believe that xyr life could get better over time despite everything, but it has and it will so much more.
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elmmni · 20 days
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utilizing the power of gay love and my girlfriend believing in me to push through the 11 pages of writing due Thursday o7
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pallases · 8 months
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ni-ien · 9 months
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I haven’t drawn anything recently but I’m trying to pick up some old wip’s! 😭 in the meantime have the start of some yuri that I did for a class a few months ago :]
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detentiontrack · 1 year
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I am so stressed out, I hate this essay
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pepprs · 8 months
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i cannot express enough how damaging it is mentally and emotionally that i still live here 🤣
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treecakes · 12 hours
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okay all of my three papers i have due by thursday or friday are outlined at the very least. yay! but i want to have at least one in by wednesday morning.
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marshmurmurs · 9 months
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Really had to fight for my life to figure out this one
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miodiodavinci · 8 months
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woughh,,,,, busy,,,,,,,,,
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sodalite-lite · 3 months
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Today's (last week's, really) Trackpad Tuesday is sponsored by: Lying to your friends to protect them! I gave up on doing the dithering sorz Process parts under the cut
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caramelmochacrow · 12 days
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i still have math assignments but hey im drawing peaky p-key in outfits similar to host members and/or male idols. is that something?
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