Dont Ever Feel Bad For Asking Me To Tag A Trigger

don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger

i do not care what the trigger is

i will tag it for you

you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it

and i am not one to question those reasons

so just send me an ask

anonymous if you’re scared

and i will tag it all the time in future

your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least

@pagesofcursive for the survival au

He is very funky and I would like to drink tea with him

Uncle Seb

[Image description: a moodboard consisting out of four photos. The top left one is a photo of the galaxy. The top right one is a picture of a white teapot pouring tea into a white teacup on a small white saucer with a teaspoon on it. The background is blurry-brown. The botom left is a photo of an octopus in dark water, focusing on the tentacles. The bottom right one is a sandclock with green sand on a dark backround. There is a red blood-like droplet in the corner. /end ID]

[Image description: A bust drawing of a man with pale skin, shoulder-length black hair combed back, gray eyes and a smile. He’s wearing a dark-turqoise shirt and a black coat. /end ID]

Name: Abutseba

Nicknames: Seb, Uncle Seb (preferred)

Age: somewhere over 13 billion

Occupation: Devourer of stars

Sexuality: you go ask a blob of tentacles and darkness what his sexuality is. Not doing that.

Species: Eldritch God

Ethnicity: ?

Other information:

Uncle Seb is a generally okay guy. Showed up in Quiet by accident when a cult went off the rails and summoned him to devour the Sun. Thankfully, Beth’s great-aunt, Eve, was there, they had a nice chat, and now he shows up for tea sometimes. The picrew is his tea-drinking form. You don’t want to see the other ones.

He doesn’t really understand Earth or care about it very much, but he isn’t evil. He started somewhat appreciating humans after meeting Eve - they only live up to a measly hundred at best, and they still manage to learn to think and stuff! Fascinating!

TSS: The Funeral (Pt 1 of 2)

Okay, listen, I can explain-

Aspen’s a spirit. Aspen has conditional immortality. Emry is a human. Emry does not have conditional immortality. 

Against my better instincts, I chose to explore that.

This ended up long, so I’ll split this scene into two posts. Part 1 is below.

Word Count: 882

TW/CW: death (NOT AN MC), heart attack, funerals

The Funeral, Part 1:

Emry leapt up from the chair as soon as he heard the front door open.

 “Hey, Gigi!” he called, grinning at his own use of her hated childhood nickname. “Didn’t expect you back from work so soon.”

No one answered. He didn’t even hear footsteps come into the hall. The grin slipped off his face, and he bounded into the hall.

“Georgie?” he ventured again- and froze in his tracks. His older sister was standing at the entrance, one hand clutching the doorframe, her gaze unfocused. Tears dripped from her eyes.

He felt his heart drop down past his feet and through the floor.

“Georgie, what happened?”

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♡♡♡♡ send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart (nothing will happen if you don't) and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome

Thank you so much anon!! That's so sweet of you

reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺