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13eyond13 · 2 years

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Picrew tagging @puropoly @eyecicles @translightyagami @dillyfirestarter @queen--of--maggots @ponury-grajek @gutsgf @antiblueraspberry and anybody else who wants to

#i see a picrew i do it #thems the rules #no pressure ofc #tagged in #p

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girls-and-honey · 11 days

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tagged by @coffeeandsalt to do this picrew! welcome to the world of tag games <3

I tag: @stinastar @king-ten @isitaliveordead @kiwifluid @p0ochy @sidewalk-scrawls @grapefruitandgasoline @hellinglasses @subtle-skipping @inkamumbles @mielgf @yoongisnugget @percethecurse @fangirleaconmigo @wren-of-the-woods @the-moon-loves-the-sea @eels-eels-eelsrobot @cream-and-tea @heyitslozza @kazieka and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

#ty for tagging me! it's been so long since i did a tag game this was fun #as usual for me w picrews i started out trying to be realistic then forgot and just made something i think is cool #nyx you're honorarily tagged since i know you're taking a break #i haven't tagged anyone in forever soooo haha get tagged fools #sorry it feels like a lot of tags so i stopped at 20 but i tag all of you who see this of you want to do it!!#tag game #personal

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lady-merian · 2 months

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Tagged by @thehappybaker 6 times, @winterinhimring 4 times, @musewrangler 2 times, and @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover 1 time for the WIP tag game.

Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)

Additionally I was tagged for the Last sentence tag game, by @thehappybaker 5 times, @afaroffsong 2 times, @winterinhimring 2 times and @called-kept 1 time.

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

So what I did two days ago was copy and paste every sentence that I had to choose a word from for the WIP tag game into a note, and set to writing. I wrote 216 words, found a word for each sentence I was tagged from, and got unstuck at the same time. Here’s my progress in one chunk, rather than a whole bunch of disconnected snippets, which I think gives enough unused sentences to make up the ones for the Last sentence tag game. And okay, because this seems more impressive/interesting (maybe) when it’s posted as a whole.

The more she observed him, the more his shyness seemed an unnatural thing to him. Lachlan had been deemed just old enough to be careful and take his meal in with his Da, though not of course to take in the tray. Erran had volunteered for that, and so when they finished at the table and while the dishes were being cleared away, Erran also retrieved the tray and brought it to her. “[name] says to say it was delicious. Lachlan seconds that.” “Thank you,” she said. She was surprised he’d thought of retrieving it for her and didn’t care if he knew it. She’d thought he would be on his way back out with Alastair and Tann…but no, they were helping the girls clean the table. “Thank you again for the meal,” he returned with a crooked smile. “My cooking doesn’t turn out nearly so well, and,” he lowered his voice just a little, “Wynn’s is better than mine, but he doesn’t have your knack either, so it’s not just a matter of experience.” “Some of it is, I’m sure,” she said. “You do enough of it every day for growing children and it begins to come easier to you. How long have you cooked for yourself?” He thought for a moment before answering. “It’s been a few years since I was doing all of it. A friend of mine stayed with me for a bit when I first moved near here. He was somewhere between you and Wynn in skill, and took more than his share of the turn cooking. He certainly enjoyed it more than I did.” He sounded a little wistful as he spoke.

Used words: back, and, she, was, they, smile from @thehappybaker but, experience from @musewrangler she from @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover He’d, his, she’d, he from @winterinhimring

You wascally wabbits are all tagged back, once for each tag game, but that’s all I’m up for.

#Last five sentences were added in just now as I realized I did *not* have that many extra sentences there.#Here again I shall say that I will try not to get quite so bogged down again but reader do not believe that I will succeed.#if I didn’t enjoy these I wouldn’t do them. Like picrews (I don’t do those) but I am declaring a break from the WIP tag game specifically #For a little while at least. I’m not entirely sure it helps me to the same degree so I will test out a break from that one.#The most recent tags happened after the main body of this was written so I had to write a bit more and time will tell if that shows.#Onward! (Also if you’ve read this far you get a biscuit.)#Tag games #my writing #inklingtober #Also Lachlan’s like. 5. This is both trust on Rose’s part and a confirmation of how valuable they see their time with their da #Who still needs a name #:|

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silver-horse · 2 months

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Artist vs OC

Thank you for the tag @cheekylittlepupp

This is going to be very boring because I tend to create characters who look like me 😔 Me and my main bg3 OC half-drow sorcerer (wild magic) she is basically me if I could do magic:

(My hair isn't actually quite so dark but I couldn't find a matching colour. I also couldn't replicate my OC's slightly grey drow skintone 🤷‍♀️)

My high elf character (during our multiplayer honour mode session with @vspin) and my drow durge character and my high half-elf durge character:

The high-elf is a noble draconic sorcerer with 2 levels in wizard, she is wielding Phalar Aluve. My drow character is also a sorcerer. (Originally storm sorcerer but I changed her to wild magic) They are just named after me lol My high half-elf character is called Thea, she is a very antisocial and she abandoned or killed every companion except Astarion. Nobody is allowed to stay their camp. 💀

I am tagging (if you want to but feel free to ignore) @astarioffmode @svarttrost @tadpole-apocalypse @communistfries @elminsters @mercymaker @cerudinae @charmedcleric @zekeen @astarionancuntnin @drizztdohurtin @utterdrip @oakenshieldbaggins (@a-s-t-a-r-i-o-n ) @ghostfire @florbelles @oddlyotherscience @snowfolly

Link to picrew

#sorry if somebody was already tagged in this #if anyone else would like to do it feel free to tag me so that I can see your OCs #picrew #tag game #my post #my posts #bg3 mine #about me

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3ninth · 3 months

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tagged by @ahkmen

tagging: @nikoiig and @ciseme and the girl reading this (but seriously mutuals and literally anyone else)

link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769 / https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1944831 (plus size)

#i love ur hippie swag #they didnt have an option for 1 1/2 eyebrows so i had to make do #as for tags #ava deactivated her account 💔#so this is free game for anyone who sees this n wants to do it cuz ummmmmmmmmm yeah #picrew game #tag game #sorta #mine

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mythandral · 4 months

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tagged in this picrew by @lilbittymonster

myth and an alorus, who is always my go-to character for these things

#they even had alorus's eyes <3 #picrew #i don't tend to tag people in stuff like this but do feel free to tag me if you do it off the back of this!#i wanna see!!

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designers-teaparty · 5 months

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Game Time! <3

Step 1: Pick a picrew, whichever you vibe with!

[1] [2] [3] [4] (or if you have a different one you like, take that one!)

Step 2: Make yourself or your persona with it

(e.g. like this >:3)

Step 3: Send it to me and let yourself be assigned a Nikkiverse character! <3 (as a bestie, as a nemesis, that looks similair to you, based on vibes alone? you'll see!)

#ask game #idk if anyone is gonna do this but i love picrews and seein people making themselves in them #also these “send me a character and I match you with a character” games I always see but often people aren't comfortable with sending #strangers on the internet selfies (same) and this is a much better alternative i think #tried choosing different picrews but feel free to use any you like if yo got a different one #love nikki #shining nikki #someone assign me a character based on the picrew in thos post tho i cannot do that myself

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shibasparklez · 11 months

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I love this picrew!!!!!

#dottiecore #picrew #do this too if u see it!!! i wanna see u!!!!

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guroshitsuji · 15 days

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i was tagged by @catsxratsxbats ! ty !!

eye tag @youatemarrow @talxns @filipinoness @swordwithouthilt @faterunes @spit8 @kindgf @rnangoes @emopride @megatron @tourniqitty @krwawatana @nyogii + anyone reading this wanting an excuse to post picrews !

picrew link

#hope u dont mind i used a different picrew ! i just liked this ones options better !#feel free to use different picrews as well !#if u do it pls tag me i luv seeing ppls picrews hehe #tag game

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brutal-nemesis · 11 months

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An All Organ-ic Buffet

Okay well. This is in one of @galaxywhump and I’s 120 AUs I gutted (hehe) the context you don’t need it besides the fact that this Castys hasn’t ever really been tortured before so he’s not as used to all of this as he would be in canon <3 sucks to suck, dumbass

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: gore. so much gore. also Castys gets eaten (but it’s a monster so not really cannibalism), a little noncon touching, there is a snake, the rib crowbar shit that i was born to write (❁´◡`❁)

This was going to suck absolute balls, wasn’t it? It was going to be worth it, it was, but it was still going to suck balls.

The phaitenri lived pretty far from, well, anything, which was probably for the best given its…unique diet. Which was really the only thing that made Castys certain he could strike a good deal with it at all, honestly.

Having arrived at the caves where the phaitenri made its home, Castys ran through the list of things to say and not say in his head before steeling himself and knocking on the door. A few tense moments passed before it opened, and Castys did his best not to flinch at the sight of the phaitenri. They were annoyingly tall, towering over Castys, bleached-white skin webbed with black cracks, their red eyes boring into him. Most notable, though, were the golden antlers sprouting from their head. What Castys had come for.

“I’ve come here to make a contract with you,” Castys blurted, the promise of a contract protecting him from being outright attacked. The phaitenri’s eyes narrowed, slitted pupils contracting in their different-colored irises.

“Fine,” they growled, their clawed hand curling around the doorframe, “which organs are you willing to part with?”

“Uh…all of them? As many as you want for six inches of antler.”

They cocked their head. “All…you can’t form a contract for anyone but yourself, human. Do you intend to die for this?”

“Well, see, that’s the thing, I am, uh, what the kids call…immortal. So if you kill me everything’ll just grow back. Seriously, you can have as many organs as you want from me.” The trade was starting to sound more and more horrific as Castys talked, actually saying it out loud, but what could he do? This was the only way to save Berkeley. He had to do this.

The phaitenri crossed their arms, tapping their fingers as they leaned against the doorframe. “How do I know you’re not lying? Give me a demonstration.”

“I will not. At least, not until the contract’s formed.” The phaitenri glared at him. “What? Dying leaves me basically defenseless, I’m not just gonna let you kill me and then take me prisoner, ya know? Look,” he sighed, “if I’m lying, and I enter the contract with you, I’d just die, yeah? The contract would be dissolved, and you wouldn’t be out anything. There’s no reason to refuse.”

After considering it for a moment, the phaitenri straightened, gesturing for him to enter. “Alright, human, I’ll form a contract with you, so let’s negotiate.” Castys followed them inside, slightly relieved that they weren’t just going to dismiss him outright. “I’m Aleph, by the way.” That was a good sign, too, that they told him their name, since it meant that they were very interested in forming a contract with him.

“Castys,” he replied, showing his interest right back. They smiled at him, displaying their wicked-sharp teeth, teeth that would soon be…mmphf, don’t think about that right now. Think about Berkeley. He was doing this for Berkeley.

Aleph sat down at a mostly-empty desk, gesturing for Castys to sit across from them. He did, and it felt…weird, like he was getting ready to discuss a bank loan or something stupid and not, like, having his organs eaten by a monster so he could get a potion ingredient to save his best friend’s life. After thinking a bit, Aleph spoke up, “For six inches of antler, I’ll have you for…two weeks. I can eat as much as I want during that time.”

“Two wee-I don’t have that kind of time! I need to-” Castys stopped, sighing. “One week. That’s the longest I’ll give you.”

Aleph hummed, rocking their head back and forth. “How about…one week, and I can eat as much as I want as well as taking extras and storing them.”

That hardly seemed fair, but…Castys didn’t want to negotiate much more. Typically, the longer talks went on, the greedier phaitenris got. It was usually best to take the second option offered, so… “Alright. One week of unlimited access for six inches of antler.”

“Deal!” Aleph clapped their hands together, grabbing a sheet of parchment and writing down the terms. They signed their name before pricking their thumb and stamping on a thumbprint of their black blood, handing it to Castys when they were done. He took it, reading it over thoroughly, making sure they didn’t sneak in any fine print, before preparing to do the same. “Wait!” Aleph stopped him just as he was about to sign. “Take off your shirt.”

“Huh? Why-”

“The moment you sign that, magic chains are going to appear on your wrists until you’ve served your part of the contract, and even I won’t be able to get them off without dissolving it entirely. And since I’m going to need access to your torso…either take it off now or I’ll have to cut it off later.”

“Oh. Good call.” Castys was glad Aleph had spoken up since he was wearing one of Berkeley’s shirts, and he’d feel bad if it got destroyed. He pulled it off, Aleph’s hungry gaze sending a slight chill up his spine. “Thanks.” Taking a deep breath, Castys picked up the contract again, signing his name and pricking his thumb. The moment his thumb stamped on the parchment, iron manacles appeared on his wrists, just as Aleph had said. The chain between them was long enough that it wouldn’t be a huge inconvenience, but he was still chained, the inescapable reality of the contract heavy around his wrists.

“Well, let’s get started!” Aleph said, giddy as they took the contract from Castys and put it away. Once that was done, they reached out and hooked their finger around the chain between his wrists, dragging him along behind them. They pulled him into a room that was, well…it was pretty clear what kind of things happened here.

The walls were dark, definitely covered with bloodstains, because of course, and the floor was too, even though there was a drain in the middle of it, so clearly things could be cleaned up if Aleph wanted to. There was a table to one side, also bloodstained, with restraints, which wasn’t surprising in the slightest, but the sight of it still made Castys’s stomach turn. Aleph half-pulled him towards it, but then stopped and half-pulled him towards a comfortable-looking and somehow not bloodstained armchair, but then stopped again, rocking back and forth on their heels.

“Oh mannn, I just don’t know,” they whined, looking down at Castys. After a few more seconds, they bent and scooped him off of his feet faster than he could react, holding him in a bridal carry. “I just don’t know where I want to start with you, you know? There’s so many options…” They were looking him up and down, hugging him close to their chest, their bare skin freezing against his. Castys was tempted to make a suggestion so they’d put him down, but he didn’t really know if there was anywhere he wanted them to, ah, start more than somewhere else.

“Oh, I think I’ll start with your tummy. It’s been a while since I’ve had intestines!” Aleph carried him over to the armchair, settling into it comfortably, shifting their hold on Castys so he was sitting on their lap with his back against their chest, and he couldn’t help but shiver despite his efforts to stay still. Sure, he absolutely didn’t want to be sitting on their lap like this, but he was under a contract now, and he was going to serve his side of it as well as he could so this whole nightmare could proceed as smoothly as something like this ever could.

They twisted the chain attached to his wrists in one hand, pulling up and holding his arms off to the side and out of the way, their other hand teasing the surface of his bare stomach, claws scraping his skin lightly. Just as he was about to yell at them to just do it already, to stop driving up the anticipation, their claws turned inward, plunging into his flesh. Castys screamed at the sudden pain, head arching back against Aleph’s shoulder, eyes wide. They grabbed ahold of something and pulled, tearing the gash in his stomach open wider, and, no, no, he couldn’t look, didn’t want to look, he was already stuck feeling the awful pull at his insides, something sliding out of him through the hole in his abdomen, and the noises, the wet slipping, tearing, sucking, biting, swallowing, Aleph’s hums of pleasure, and their hand just kept going back in, pulling out more and more and more, and he didn’t know how much was left, how much he’d had at the start, but his ears were ringing now, vision fading, t-there was so much blood, it was so hot on his stomach and got colder as it dripped down, leaving him shivering and shuddering against Aleph, their tight grip on him never relaxing, pressing him into their chest, feeling his every twitch, and he couldn’t take it, he wanted to worm out of their grasp and run away, escape this awful, awful moment, but he had to be still, he had to let this happen, had to endure this for Berkeley’s sake, he couldn’t give up now, not when they’d just started, he had to do this, even as something squirted out and landed on his face, even as the ringing got so loud it drowned out the sounds of Aleph eating, even as he got so dizzy he wasn’t sure if they were even holding him anymore, e-even as-as…he was empty inside now, wasn’t he? So that was it then. It was.

It was.

When Castys came to, he was still on Aleph’s lap, still covered in blood, but his stomach was…no, something felt…wrong. Aleph was giving him a look that he could only call concerningly fascinated. Henceforth, he was very concerned as he looked down to see…ah. Well that was. That was new. That sure was new.

His whole torso was all bloody, and that was expected. Aleph’s hand was resting on his chest, arm drenched in red, little strings of ripped flesh clinging to the surface of their skin, and that was expected. What wasn’t expected were the twisted ropes of intestine erupting from the unbroken skin of his stomach. There wasn’t any pain, everything healed up after he’d died, just the strange, disturbing sensation of…this.

“This is so fun, look at you!” They grabbed the coils of his intestines, tugging at them gently as they examined them, causing him to wince. “You came back to life just like you said you would, and this makes it so much more interesting. I wasn’t planning on eating any more quite yet, but I feel like just leaving this out here would be a waste…If I kill you again, will that fix it?”

Castys gulped. “I, uh, I think so? This has never happened before, so I think as long as everything’s, um, inside when I die, it should be okay.”

“Alright. I’ll try to be more careful in the future.” Aleph ruffled his hair with their bloody, gore streaked hand, much to Castys’s dismay. He didn’t mind getting dirty, but having his own blood and guts in his hair was a bit much, even for him. “Sorry, I sorta did that without thinking. I’ll let you get cleaned up after I finish here.” They grabbed the intestines hanging out of his stomach, and Castys winced, looking away as they began eating once more, thankfully not with as much voracity as before, but them going slower was almost…worse, in a way. He wasn’t as distracted by the chaos and the pain and the blood, and he could tell just how much Aleph was…enjoying this.

But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how he felt, what he was going through. It only mattered that he was going to save Berkeley. That made all of this worth it. It was just one week. He could handle it. For Berkeley.

He grew used to it soon enough, or at least as used to having your organs ripped out and eaten as a guy could get. Aleph had two large meals a day, one midmorning and one early evening, but they took plenty in between to save for later, so he spent most of the day sliced open and bleeding. Really, it took so much scrubbing to get the layers of dried blood caked onto his skin off each night, but Aleph insisted he wash off, and, honestly, he felt gross enough that he actually wanted to, which was saying something. Wearing his red swim trunks here had been the best decision he’d ever made, since they cleaned off pretty well. He probably wouldn’t be too traumatized by all this to wear them again. Probably.

Probably.

He was lying on the table this time, the chain on his wrists secured to some hook or something above his head. His ankles and hips were strapped down, too, but the worst was the one around his fucking neck.

“Sorry, it’s just that I can’t exactly strap down your chest, so this is the best way to keep you still. Try not to choke?”

“I’ll do my best,” Castys sighed, wincing slightly as he swallowed under the tight leather strap.

Aleph giggled. “Before we get started, I think we’re going to need my friend’s help with this one.” They stepped away for a moment, and when they returned they were holding…a snake? A big, shiny, purple snake. They held it up proudly. “This is my familiar, Ileum! She’s a real sweetheart, but her venom makes blood clot more quickly, so she’s going to give you a little bite so you don’t die before I’m done with this, okay?”

Castys swallowed, glad this was happening to him, who liked snakes, and not Berkeley. “Uh, okay.” He really didn’t like where this was going if whatever bullshit they were gonna do required him to stay alive longer than a person should, but what could he do?

Aleph lowered Ileum until she was next to his upper arm, which was also very close to his face. They tapped his bicep. “Right here, girl!” Ileum stared at him for a moment, unblinking, before striking, fangs sinking in and out of his arm so fast it might as well have been an injection. He still flinched, his arm throbbing like he’d been stabbed with a nail. “Good girl,” Aleph cooed, stroking their snake’s head before setting her down on the ground. Shit, had Ileum just been wandering around the whole time he’d been here? He was surprised he’d never seen her. But whatever, he had more important things to focus on right now. Like the fact that he was probably about to get ripped open and gutted like a fish.

Aleph placed a hand on his chest, taking a moment to feel his heartbeat. While Castys didn’t exactly enjoy the feeling of them touching him, he savored his last few moments of not really being in pain before-ah, uh huh, there it was, claws digging into his flesh, tearing away the layer of skin and muscle over the left half of his rib cage. Castys had seen his ribs a lot in the past few days. They looked how you would expect them to look. Rib-y. Aleph wormed a motherfucking crowbar under one of them, and at that moment Castys decided to stare at the bloodstains on the ceiling. Given where he was lying, it was pretty easy to imagine how those got there, all humans ever did in this room was bleed and scream and-

CRACK

The sound was short, loud, sharp, piercing, nestled in his ears, stabbing through his skull, the nonexistent echoes nearly drowning out the sound of the cries humming in his throat, the leather tight over his neck making him all-too aware of them.

There was pain, too, of course there was pain, sharp and bright and suffocating, and now there was pressure again, the next rib being strained until it snapped, causing him to jerk against the straps, and it was all he could do to keep breathing as his vision started to darken, but unconsciousness wasn’t coming for him, no, just a haze of dizziness punctuated by the loud snap of his bones breaking, all the pain blending together until it was all unrecognizable and painful and awful and very very painful-

“Aw, come on, Castys, look at this!” Aleph’s hand curled in his hair, jerking his head up, pressing his throat into the strap over it so hard he could barely breathe. They tore through a thin film over his organs with a claw like they were unwrapping a Christmas present before carefully pawing his lung aside, better exposing his beating heart. Castys had never seen his heart before, or planned on seeing it, or wanted to see it, but there it was, stupidly still beating even after all of this. “It’s so cool to see it going like that, huh?” Castys let out a choked gasp in response, and that seemed to be enough for Aleph, who let go of his hair, his head thunking back against the table. “I’m gonna drink from it!”

Castys didn’t really register what that meant until they were on top of him, straddling his waist, tossing away the last few pieces of splintered bone before lowering their mouth to his heart, giggling as its frantic beats brushed against their lips.

And then gently, tenderly, they bit down.

Thump thump

Their teeth only went in a little, not enough to kill, as much as Castys wished they would.

Thump thump thump thump

They sat like that for a moment, the throbbing muscle massaging their tongue, fresh, hot blood gushing directly into their mouth.

Thump thump thumpthump

Castys only now started screaming, but not because he could feel anything.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthu-

He didn’t notice the pain anymore, really.

ThumptHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUM-

There was only the figure crouched on top of him, their face in his chest cavity.

ThUMPthUMPThuMptHumPthUMPTHuMpTHUmpTHuptH-

He was so, so grateful when they bit down harder and everything cut to black.

Somehow, he woke up without any noticeable fuckery going on with his ribs, which was cool. Aleph was sitting up now, a mass of…oh, it was the remnants of his heart still in their hand. They must have torn it out before his chest closed up, meaning the one beating inside him now was…not the one he’d been born with. A drop of fresh blood fell from the ceiling and landed on his face, and he switched to gazing at the new constellations he’d added up there while Aleph finished eating.

That had definitely been one of the worst Anythings of his life, but if he had to do it again for Berkeley’s sake, he would.

In a heartbeat.

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words @misspelledwitch @suspicious-whumping-egg @pumpkin-spice-whump @painsandconfusion @i-can-even-burn-salad @befuddled-calico-whump @whumpinggrounds @whump-queen

#whump #whump writing #castys #aleph #immortal whumpee #gore #snake bite #noncon touching #not many cw huh. because they're all just GORE #cannibalism #to be safe #i have a picrew or two of aleph if anyone wants #they were named after one of the uniliteral hieroglyphs and it's represented by a vulture #which now that i think about it is sort of fitting that was not intentional i just thought aleph would make a good name #they eating his intestines like popcorn while watching a film #fun fact i wrote the section where they eat his heart at a starbucks on public wifi #so that would have been fun for a hacker to see lmao #ive just always loved prying ribs off with crowbars im glad i got to do it finally #big snappy :)#disease where i edit this like once and ship it off to the press #tbf i wrote like the first half of this a year ago so some of it has been stewing for a WHILE #so fuck it we ball #this also has the longest sentence ive ever written at 245 words! unless im forgetting one #tfw it's getting all telltale heart over here #uh yeah hope those of you who can stomach it enjoyed

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grapecaseschoices · 9 months

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TAGGED BY @indorilnerevarine to do some MCs on this lovely picrew! [I was going to do my newest babus, my disenchanted mcs too but then I remembered I already did them here; so focusing on my OTHER brainrot with the Infamous kidlets]

Tagging: @galpal95 @ava-du-mortain @aylaaescar @mt07131 @quinnorion @narrativefoiltrope @wayhavenots @griffin-wood @roxaro @amlovelies @sun-teas @mistyeyedbi @thee-morrigan @thelittlestspider @yes-prisoner @karolinarodrigueswrites @straightuppotato-art @sunshineandviolets @sustainably-du-mortain @sohmiya @ice-knife @icanmakewords @eatingyarn @brother-genitivi @serenpedac and anyone else who wants to do this! [as always NO pressure <3]

[left to right; then top to bottom: Ori, Lala, Alana, Josnel, Hiyam

Summaries below:]

Ori Zhou: lead singer of Gains; will one day juggle during a show and thus giving a heart attack to Orion and causing Iris to roll her eyes to Mars as Rowan dies laughing and Devyn is left fretting over their expired bandmates; Victoria's unintentional sidekick and untentionally learning from Gina what they put Orion through; just wants his BFF back ... definitely made the wrong choice in choosing bus buddies. Lala Sandoval: lead singer of DramaWhore; exasperated and fond of their "little" brothers' antics [Rowan and Seven; but five seconds away from dropkicking the latter] and fond as well as smug about pushing Orion's buttons; lowkey fascinated by the way the new drummer makes them shiver and is looking to get under August's skin. Alana Carita: lead singer of Promised Promises; songwriter and guitar player; has the queerness TSwift fans wish TSwift had and with similar aesthetics; "whether you come as a lover or an executioner --" levels of going through it with Seven Lawless, nothing like realizing you've been in love with your EX-BFF AFTER she it makes clear that she hates you and you realize that you [REDACTED] her life ... just sapphics in love stuff; but at least she can have quiet moments with Rowan and August's hand to hold. When romance sucks, friendship will be the saving grace. Bethany Josnel Coleman: lead singer of The Notations; piano player and singer who is wondering if he should go back singing for the church choir -- he was prepared for drama, but come on!; Aren't they really here for the music? Is tired of having his ex-bf glare holes in his head almost as he is already tired of [REDACTED], take your own advice and leave him alone Seven; at least he finds some moments of peace with a certain loyal fan and her hot cute dad ... moments that most definitely won't be happening again!! [Totally unprofessional and dangerous to blur such lines ... right?] Hiyam Vinke: lead singer of the Vespas; triple threat: but according to ex-Seven that's because they're Obnoxious, Aggressive, and a POS; TEAM BLAKE BURN THIS SHIT TO GROUND [but away from my meteoric rise to success]; in it to WIN and NOT the sentimental hogwash that includes realizing that her parents neglect really DOES hurt her because her annoying fan and her dad keep rubbing their joy in her face [and because there is no Seven to buffer that emptiness] --- that is UNLESS said hogwash comes in the form of Orion's smile, heart-to-blergh-hearts with Rowan, .... and maybe one Victoria Valentine.

#i havent played the update with lala or bj yet so im winging their summaries #picrew: ori zhou #picrew: lala sandoval #picrew: alana carita #picrew: josnel coleman #picrew: hiyam vinke #tag meme #picrew game #meet my infamous mcs #infamous if #grapes chars #i usually do lala chill so i did more of her interview/on stage fit this time #and yes alana does know other colors beyond pink and pastels exist [... her skirt is pink]#also nothing is as funny to me as me realizing that hiyam may become team vic but only after she insulted her and earned 48% with the woman #[my lowest stat with any of the ros so far -- tho i imagine seb is lower but there is a glitch/err0r and i cant see it]#these summaries are both a result of feels and me doing everything besides what im meant to be doing

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