★ ᴹ̲ᴬ̲ᴸ̲ᴸ̲𝖗𝖆𝖙 ★

——  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝙸𝚂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 ﹐  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑺.

[00sgoth-a]

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#𝟬𝟬𝘀𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗛. a private and highly selective fandomless original character. inspired by the late 90's ﹠ early 2000's mall goth epidemic. heavily influenced by 2000s metalhead older brother core, as well as various media and characters. minors do not interact. this blog will contain sensitive and triggering material —— follow at your own discretion.

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[00sgoth-a]

yeaaaaaaaah @00sgoth

[00sgoth-a]

anybody elses oc so real to them that they accidently search their name instead of their fc

[00sgoth-a]

the "sharing a bed" trope is so funny to me because go ahead and ask me if any of my muses give a shit about sharing a bed when there's no other options.

[00sgoth-a]

ian not in a relationship during the valentines season is so funny because. whys he just walking around the grocery store pissed af and knocking that shit over.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[solitudefears]

#𝕾𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙴𝕱𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂; a selective ⅋ private portrayal of genesis tozier ; an original character crafted for the horror ⅋ fandomless verse .

this blog will include sensitive ⅋ s͟u͟g͟g͟e͟s͟t͟i͟ve themes minors dni . adored by angela . ( she / her twenty )

[00sgoth-a]

boy (ian) dinner is gas station sushi and a can of monster at best. cold pizza from the box on his floor and chugging a warm 2 liter of mountain dew at worst.

[dirtbg]

cailee spaeny and jacob elordi as priscilla and elvis in priscilla (2023)

[dadsdove]

with the whole rodrick x regina trend going around i think it would be so funnnnn to have the kinky punk guy fully putting the bratty popular princess in place ugh. on the outside she puts him down and belittles him to her friends but behind closed doors he's having her bent sideways crying and choking on him !!

[grote5querie]

ִֶ ..𓂃 🥀་ ༘࿐  ♱ @00sgoth & riley go to a halloween party together.

it  should  come  as  no  surprise  to  anyone  in  attendance  that  riley’s  taken  this  opportunity  to  wear  as  little  as  possible.     after  all,     it’s  halloween  and  what’s  more  fun  than  a  night  of  barely  there  costumes  and  bad  decisions?     tonight,     she’s  a  vision  in  pink:     a  bunny-eared  bonnet,     a  tiny  drawn  on  yellow  nose,     and  just  enough  fabric  to  keep  her  semi  decent,     all  in  honor  of  her  favorite  hello  kitty  character,     my  melody.    a  bracelet  of  daisies  slips  down  her  wrist  as  she  dances  to  the  heavy  thrum  of  music  spilling  from  the  speakers.     across  the  room,     through  a  haze  of  halloween  decor  and  orange  streamers,    she  spots  ian  leaning  against  the  wall.   riley  smirks,     dipping  low  and  shaking  her  ass  in  his  direction  before  straightening  up  and  pointing  to  her  head.    where  is  it?    she  mouths  at  him  from  across  the  room.     a  moment  later,     she’s  weaving  her  way  through  the  crowd  until  she’s  in  front  of  him,     her  pout  already  in  place.       “we  only  been  here  fa'  half  an  hour,     an  you  already  took  it  off!”        she  scolds,     tugging  at  his  arm  like  a  petulant  child.       “you  promised  you’d  wear  it!”

[00sgoth-a]

he's not sure what she expects, really... he had been nothing but a good little dog and pulled that stupid black jester looking beanie with it's stupid little pink skull over the messy gelled back fluff on top of his head prior to arriving. with minor, in his eyes, complaints mind you ! OF COURSE, IT WAS THE ONLY THING ABOUT HIM THAT SCREAMED COSTUME. the t-shirt and tripp pants pulled from his closet weren't really doing him many halloween themed favors... he'd almost forgotten he'd shoved it into his pocket while he wallows in a corner in the company of one —— until locking eyes across the room, and suddenly feeling really caught red handed. his lanky frame only forced to straighten up from its slouched stance when smaller hands tug on his arm; and blue eyes briefly meet the back of his skull like an old friend.

❛❛ that was before you ditched me ! ❜❜ his other hand vaguely gestures toward where she'd been dancing before it fishes out the now balled up hat from the deep dark depths of his pocket. SHAKES IT FOR HER AS IF PROOF OF LIFE. but now the tables turn —— and he's the one pouting. ❛❛ we're supposed t'be matching. if you're not with me then i just look like a total fuckin' weirdo! ❜❜

[devilscheck]

@00sgoth LIKED for a HALLOWEEN STARTER !

"If you DON'T want to be a satanic cheerleader with me, all you had to do was SAY so-" Jennifer teased, nose crinkled as a laugh fell from her lips. The pleated black mini skirt complimented the crop top with the numbers 666 in SPARKLY red. She had done EVERYTHING in her power to make the bit humor on as long as possible; there was no reality in which she saw him being able to SERIOUSLY hold a pair of pompoms out in public. THE SHAME or whatever you'd like to call it. "No matter how hot I think you'd be with a little school spirit."

A wink was shot his way as she walked around her room, hand reached to grab a different bag that sat on her makeup chair. She pulled out the Dead By Daylight Devil Scream mask with a grin before tossing it his way. "Okay, let me see your JAZZ fingers now, tough guy." Another giggle followed.

"That's like TOTALLY the demon version of a football player if you ask me."

[00sgoth-a]

her bedroom was, at this point, a second home —— and a stark contrast to the dark cloud that had made himself comfortable atop her bed. boots with laces threatening to come undone hanging off the edge, he'd stolen plenty of glances while she changed into her costume and he mindlessly flipped through a magazine he'd snatched up at random. ( not that he needed to steal any glances ! ) but she took the holiday a little too fucking seriously; and he was juuuust good enough of a sport to let her dress in peace. so his hands were kept woefully to himself. AND BLUES HADN'T GLANCED UP AT HER JOKE. he only snorted something like a dry laugh with another sharp turning of a page that he wasn't actually even mildly interested in. ❛❛ yeah, sorry, i don't really wanna risk flashing my balls to everyone. one ass hanging out is enough. ❜❜ yet, despite the deadpan of it all, the ghost of a grin still touched the corners of a pierced lip.

because no one can keep the facade of annoyed up quite as well as him... and no one can break it quite as easily as her.

he'll finally turn his attention away from pretend skimming as the mask landed directly in his line of vision —— he'd be impressed by her arm if he weren't suddenly much more interested in their couples costume. ( a different variant ! ) he expected to whip out his mask the same as the year before; good old fashioned black and white. USED AND ABUSED. this one was much shinier, newer; and he'll grab it by one of the horns as he sits up on the edge of the bed.

❛❛ this supposed t'be some sort of horny joke? ❜❜

[00sgoth-a]

★ —— ﹙ IF I HAD TO CHOOSE HER OR THE SUN, ﹚ I'D BE ONE NOCTURNAL SON OF A GUN.

| | | | | @devilscheck !

[solitudefears]

MX ──── @00sgoth⁴⁴⁴

was thinking about them all day + i was listening to this song on loop for hours and had a brainstorm..

[00sgoth-a]

★ —— ﹙ RECORD. ﹚ our muses make a sex tape together.

the glow of a red light could perhaps be a little ominous, a little mocking. a sign that you're being watched in one form or another... and without a single doubt in his mind, this tape would be watched. over and over and over again. ( be kind, rewind ! ) the camcorder had been meticulously placed on the bedside table— accompanied by an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, miscellaneous wrappers, and a half drank can of monster— and positioned to face the center of the bed while that little red eye occasionally blinked and flashed with a silent promise that the handheld device was still recording.

despite his affinity for shaky close up shots —— the distance between the table and bed was still short enough to perfectly capture @devilscheck in all her glory, and it kept his hands free. those same hands that were latched onto her hips from behind, ( long fingers biting into the plush flesh beneath ) while his hips put in the work. his knees digging into the cool sheets that were getting messier and messier the harder his thrusts became... and he was fucking mesmerized. heavy lidded blues smeared in day old eyeliner watching the so, so easy glide each time his cock left her empty and came back to him more wet than before. only to just as quickly sink back into her to once again fill her to the brim. greedy. her cunt was greedy and sucked him right back in like it never wanted him to leave —— it was made just for him.

so fucking mesmerized that it took him a moment to realize that her head had fallen forward, her sounds now being muffled by a pile of pillows instead of blessing the four walls of his bedroom. ( and her face woefully out of shot in the process. ) one hand released her hip to travel up the perfect arch of her back and wrap his fingers around a fist full of dark hair that cascaded down the expanse of it, not bothering to halt or even slow his current pace. ❛❛ head up, baby— ❜❜ it's spoken so softly, so breathy in comparison to the way that he suddenly pulls her face back into view of the lens while maintaining that sickening yet beautiful shape of her back. ❛❛ i thought you wanted t'be like those girls in the movies? ❜❜ he'll give a much more gentle tug on her hair as he glances toward the viewfinder flipped in their direction, to ensure it was capturing her exactly how he wanted while sucking in his lower lip. metal clicked against the back of his teeth as heavy breaths inhaled and exhaled through his nose. ❛❛ so keep lookin' at the camera. ❜❜

[solitudefears]

❛ this baby, it’s the best thing that could ever have happened to us. ❜ — @00sgoth

after what felt like an endless wave of panic attacks, she now lay curled up on his bed, hours after breaking the news— if you could even call it that. in her mind, she’d done it all wrong. completely wrong. not that she technically told him, either. he’d found out on his own, pieced things together like he always somehow managed to do, and.. well.. credit where it’s due i guess.

but still. the moment everything unraveled, panic hit them both like a storm. she’d wanted to run. disappear. it’s what she always did when things got too real, too messy, too much. avoidance had always been her armor, but this time? she couldn’t bring herself to disappear— not from him. he didn’t deserve that. not after everything.

and now here they were. the room had fallen into a heavy stillness. the kind that only comes after too much has been said, too many emotions tossed into the open air with nothing to reel them back in. her arms were tightly wrapped around herself, like if she held on hard enough, she could keep herself from coming apart. he was calm now. or maybe he was just better at pretending to be calm. and— oh her? yeah she was anything but calm. her body still trembled in small, subtle ways. legs curled to her side, hands rubbing together anxiously in her lap. her fingers kept tugging at her sleeves like they were something to hold onto, something solid. she felt hollow and full all at once.

there was life growing inside her. a human. their human. and the weight of it was unbearable. beautiful, terrifying, surreal. he was saying something— trying to soothe her, to anchor her. but she barely caught the words, her mind too clouded. still, something in his tone reached her. her hand moved to wipe the dried streaks on her cheeks with the edge of her sleeve, though the weight behind them remained.

❛ i know.. but i’m still so fucking terrified. ❜ ⠀ her voice was barely above a whisper, frayed and raw. her eyes stayed fixed on her thighs, watching the way her hands moved over them, rubbing her palms together like she was trying to spark warmth into her bones.

she couldn’t meet his eyes. every time she tried, her chest tightened, her throat closed up. ⠀ ❛ you do realize that my mom will kill me?— us. ❜ ⠀ the words spilled out in one breath, her voice trembling. even just saying it out loud made her body tense. her mother— a woman wrapped in grace and god, who balanced sensitivity with pressure like a tightrope walker. someone who was always on edge, struggling to connect, to keep the family afloat. genesis knew what this would do to her.

and then there was her dad— who didn’t even know about him. about them. about what they’d become. she couldn’t even imagine that conversation. oh, they were fucked.

she buried her face in her palms and let out a long, quiet sigh— one of those frustrated, bone-deep exhales that carried every ounce of exhaustion. she was drained. emotionally, physically, in every possible way. her fingers pressed against her temples as if trying to ease the weight of everything crashing down inside her.

for a moment, she just sat there like that— curled in on herself, hands trembling faintly, heart still pounding like a drum she couldn’t silence. afraid. overwhelmed. and yet, not alone. and that mattered. even if it didn’t fix anything right now.

[00sgoth-a]

the way he's currently staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom might indicate that there was something terribly interesting about it —— but there isn't. it's empty, blank... the exact opposite of what was going on inside his head. ( how long have they been lying here? ) a silence looming over the pair like a thick cloud; much different than the kind of comfortable silence that they often indulged in together... it was heavy and suffocatingly still. the only reminder that he was awake, not stuck in some sort of nightmare, was the sound of their breaths side by side, synced up— and the occasional heavy footfalls above belonging to one or both of his younger brothers running around upstairs. they practically shook that horrible popcorn textured ceiling... fucking kids.

already he can't remember everything that had happened in these last few hours —— like when your memory of last nights dream starts slipping through your fingers, and there wasn't much more room left in his mind or body for panic anymore. ( he'd already done that. ) now it was time to move onto the next stage of... grief? if this was considered that. now he was eerily quiet, calm; but it wasn't necessarily acceptance. no, that would take a few more laps around those said stages. it was a paralyzing numbness that made his veins feel cold and his fucking stomach wouldn't unknot from around itself —— but he didn't want to make anything worse for her by showing just how badly the dread and fear had him by the balls. so the comment had left his mouth roughly... like he was speaking it into existence. ( trying to convince himself just as much as he was her. ) but there was still emotion behind it, with proof in the form of a prominent voice crack that he didn't bother clearing his throat to fix.

maybe he doesn't exactly believe it right now... but he thinks he could eventually. and that counts for something, right? when the shock wears off —— or when more symptoms start rearing their ugly heads. when the stomach he's grown so familiar with starts to show signs. when they decide to tell their parents. ( when things start to feel actually fucking real. ) he could say more, gather some other cheesy lines he's seen in movies, but her initial response about being terrified makes his gut twist with a sickening guilt. guilt. he feels so fucking guilty. and what a horrible way to learn that there are in fact consequences for stupid as shit actions... but condoms just don't feel as good, and schools prefer to preach abstinence.

she's been shifting on top of the bed, the movements of her hands rubbing together giving old mattress springs some life —— and he could practically feel her tremors as he remained as still as a corpse cold on the slab. blues flickered down, toward the posters and ripped out magazine photos taped to his walls, before finally his head moved to glance over at her at her mention of her mother... ( the woman already hadn't been his biggest fan, ) imagine her disdain upon discovering the lying and the sneaking, and what they inevitably resulted in... but could she really be so blind? perhaps willful ignorance to the fact that that valone boy is far from chaste. he doesn't even know what that fucking word means. and her dad? he's never even met him— so that'll be real fun, he thinks as that uncomfortable ache tightens in his chest.

he finally moves —— turns onto his side to face her and let his arms instinctually search for her body to hold. to comfort. it's the only thing he has to offer right now... ❛❛ we can tell her together, ❜❜ he manages to mumble as he shuffles himself closer until he's the other half of her curled up puzzle piece. ❛❛ she'll be more pissed at me. and she can kill me all she fucking wants. ❜❜ he'll happily take the brunt of both of their parents anger and disappointment... though he's much less concerned about his own. ( disappointment in their son had become a given. ) there wasn't much he could do at this point that would warrant much surprise. but him knocking someone up certainly wasn't on their bingo card this year.

with his chin resting gently on top of her head, he was silent again for a brief moment. he knew the gist of what he wanted to say —— but finding the words was proving more difficult. like grasping for straws and coming up empty handed. so he decided to settle with a sigh before, ❛❛ —i'm so fucking sorry, gen. ❜❜

[jame7t]

if you’re ever losing an argument hit’em with the “you want me.”