Feel free to call me Cyd! I'm a writer and professional overthinker. I'm bi/aroace and genderfluid, so any pronouns work.
This blog is a place full of whimsical cringe and gay obsessions. Try not to get lost in the posts, it's hard to get back to reality once you've doom scrolled through hundreds of images and relatable text. Regardless, I hope you enjoy yourself!
‼️A Couple Of Rules‼️
NO racism, sexism, ableism, transphobia, homophobia, etc. will be tolerated on this account. You'll be blocked if I see it in the comments or stinking up my inbox.
Inbox: 1) If my blog description says "inbox closed" don't send me one. 2) I have a list of fandoms and aesthetic stuff you can send requests in for, but please nothing additional. 3) Don't be a dick.
🧸My Fandoms🧸
Star Wars, Kengan Ashura, Hazbin Hotel, Backrooms, Hannibal, Call of Duty, Warhammer 40k, Dungeons & Dragons, Devilman, Dragon Age, Red Dead Redemption, The Amazing Digital Circus, Good Omens, Hellsing, Horror & Slashers, (the band) Ghost, Rammstein, Resident Evil, Sonic Universe, Slender Brothers, Shutline, Doctor Who, Dragon Age, & DC Comics.
@flesh-wounds - my paraphilia (sadism) side blog. +18, MDNI.
@bubble-slush - my bully/nerd kink side blog. +18, MDNI.
Please be polite on these accounts. It takes a lot for me to feel comfortable with my private interests, so if you leave any hate on any of my blogs, you'll be reported, blocked, and mocked for being a dick.
I'm so BloodyMary pilled, I don't even consider it a crossover anymore, it's just canon to me now that Grace and Simon interact or that the Astrophage caused the Quiet Rapture. What do you mean the Erids DONT actually find the SM-13 lost in space and bring back a new human companion for Grace? They absolutely met and are besties (or something more) now. That's canon to ME 🩸🌟🍹
Imagine Seki finishing up a death match and coming out victorious, covered in blood, glass, and cuts deep enough to warrant an ER visit, but he doesn't look for a medic.
No, he looks for you.
He knows that you're waiting for him in his dressing room, preparing for when he returns to you and you have to wrap him up. The moment he enters the dressing room, you can tell he's in need of release. Seki pushes you onto the couch, ripping at your clothes after earning a consenual kiss from your wet lips. He wouldn't plan on ruining you otherwise.
The door isn't locked, but no one is going to bother you after hearing the smacking of flesh and guttural growls echoing down the hall. You cling to him, screaming from how roughly he plows into you, claiming you as his.
You're mine, he'd bellow, all mine to fuck, to devour, to worship.
Both of you come hard and crash on the floor in a heap of flesh and substance. Ten minutes pass, the fog lifts, and the two of you witness the damage done to the room.