#imma try

[minilev]

[bibimoposts]

So, yall, I'm going to challenge myself to a gacha reaction video:

★•○{Supernatural media react to...}○•★

(list below, suggestions are appreciated, but remember I will mostly do the ones I know!!!)

would you be interested?

YEEEEEEEEESSSS

No.

maybe

Voting ended onApr 29

[ian-the-existential-crisis]

Ignotum per Ignotius

2025 ReTake (Preview)

Warning - Religious imagery, Religious talk, (and the usual) SI, Depression,

He gasped.

He thrashed.

He struggled.

The waters slowly overwhelmed him. They weren't even real, but his inability to breathe wasn't. Jeongin felt like he was being pulled under, trying to swim back up but the darkness that swirled beneath the depths wasn't just beautiful coloring to make the mindscape he had all the more beautiful, no, it was an ooze, thick and vile, pulling him down, wrapping around him and squeezing the life out of him.

Chan's voice, calling out to him, sweetly calling him by that nickname had brought him back to that overly bright room. Had brought him back to the violent swirl of emotions that wafted off of his omegas. The real omegas that were frightened, panicking, sobbing in response to him.

But-

The pained look on his leader's face had been all it took to send him tumbling full force back into his mind. Words that he didn't mean to say fell from his mouth like a waterfall of information that he shouldn't have burdened his leader with. It was poison. He was poison. He was a cobra. Flawlessly and mercilessly plunging his teeth into his target. Only his target should have been Innie, his alpha, and he should have just continued to poison only himself. But Chan, his hyung, his leader, his oldest boyfriend threw himself in front of Innie, of the poor alpha, like the martyr he was.

So every venomous word that dripped from his tongue struck his boyfriend. And the pain showed on his face, clear as day. Each word struck like a bullet, each bullet brought about the look of disgust and despair. And seeing his leader look at him, face twisted as if he were for the first time seeing what a vile monstrosity Jeongin truly was, sent him slipping deeper and deeper under the surface.

The blurred face of his alpha, trying his hardest to dig, to reach him, from above, made him wonder if this is what he endured. Was this the pain that his alpha was constantly put through? The scolding waters that threatened to burn away his flesh and leave his bones charred. The unbearable heat that refused to die.

It hurt.

It hurt so badly.

Even the tears that dripped down his cheeks burned, leaving scorching trails behind them.

Jeongin flinched away from the sludge that coiled around his arm. He was falling deeper and deeper, reaching up to the light, but it was barely there, just a speck, a memory even. There was only darkness that surrounded him.

This is what he deserved. This is what lying got him. No, not the lying, the inability to keep that lie up. This is what failing got him. And he had failed so much. Even his own existence deserved to be punished. This was God's will that he fall deeper. God had sent him a vision, an angel in human form to warn him that he would ruin everything, shatter their lives, their entire worlds. But he hadn't listened, not fully. He had taken the words at face value, believing his angel to be nothing more than a mischievous pixie, there to lure him with sweet words. He had failed to see that the glass fracturing for what it truly was, an omen or bad luck and despite.

The ooze that creeped around him, forcing his legs still, slithering its way up his arm like the traitorous snake, felt distantly like hands, pinning him to the too warm floor.

But that was all in his mind. None of it was real. If he could claw his way back up to the surface he would see how his pack would be looking at him fear of what he was spreading on their faces.

Would Hyunjin even look at him, after all the troubles that alphas had caused him in the past? Would he even be able to stay in the same room as him, knowing that Jeongin had lied to him for years? How could Jeongin even ask him to stay?

What about Minho? Would he have already pulled Jisung out of the room? Jeongin would never be able to break the mated bond they shared, he knew that, but did they? Minho was always fiercely protective of his omegas, especially when it came to alphas and their remarks. Would he have to be the alpha that Minho defended the rest of their pack against?

No. He didn't want to be an alpha. He never asked for it. He would rather die an omega.

He struggled, ripping his legs away from the darkness, the sticky ooze that held him in place. He fought, and he struggled and he hissed, watching it disperse from his body at the omegan sound.

The water wasn't as thick. He could swim, he could breach the surface. Run back to the light. But nothing would ever be the same.

He heaved, face breaking through the top, shivered. His face was met with the cold skin of his alpha’s hand, brushing away the remaining water.

Jeongin licked his lips, forcing himself up with help of the younger version on him, who looked grey with stress and worry. It was so funny to think that he once wondered if his water was pure like a spring, salty like the sea or brackish like the muddied swamps as omegas often described theirs. Or course it was brackish. He was an inelegant mix of both alpha and omega. He could never be pure like his omegas, but he deluded himself down so he wasn't as bad as other alphas.

But he didn't want to be a mixture.

Jeongin grabbed his alpha’s hand. His legs moved as the ooze that tried to pin him down came back. But he wouldn't let it stop him.

“Are you sure this is right?” His alpha asked as they approached the mirror Felix had left behind for them. At a distance it could easily be mistaken for a broken window.

“I'm sure.” Jeongin whispered, preparing himself to jump. He would die as an omega, before his alpha would fully take over. Not that it looked like his alpha wanted to. No, he seemed like he wanted nothing more than to go back to how things were. Even if he had been the one to warn Jeongin things couldn't stay the same, he wanted to go back to.

But there was nothing to go back to anymore.

“Innie stop!”

[bill2424]

OOOHHHH....WHATS THIS!?!?!

This is a screenshot. You probably can't tell. But, this is my mission for the month! Imma try to do these every day for ya!

I'm also doing this cause I need to practice drawing ROTTMNT, cause I'm not good at it.😢

The LORD bless you!!! (Matthew 6:9-13)

✝️💜💙🧡♥️🐢😁

[magitekelite]

still working on starters ♥️ 💚 hoping to get more writing done this weekend

[kalenxe]

if you can't tell, i really like motorsports.

What's really tempting rn?

Designing fan cards of fantasista squad at a nascar race and then the trained ver w them in suits and race cars. Ohhh i wanna so bad.

[mahariel-s]

today is gonna be a lazy sunday :3 wifey is still congested so we're gonna stay in. i have some cleaning up i'd like to do, but for now, it is Smoothies, Cannabis, and Dawn & Dusk Gargoyle Slayer task time >:-)

[hotgrlcece]

thinking about doing a double-drop on v-day again👀