Why Use AI When You Can Just Develop A Habit Of Daydreaming For Hours At A Time In Complete Silence

Why use AI when you can just develop a habit of daydreaming for hours at a time in complete silence

Do you use AI?

No all these hallucinations are home grown actually

NSFW talk under the cut

Ah, Ghostober begins tomorrow... Nervous for some reason. You're gonna see a whole other level of freak in me

I highlighted the ones I will be doing. I'm thinking about doing a mix of art and fics. Porn isn't my strong suit as fun as it is lmao, but I will definitely try. Also, day 18 I highlighted both bc I'm thinking about making it all Terzomega. I just love them so much 🥺💞 what do you think?

Providence ~ Terzomega drabble

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Idk what to call this. Just a short thing. kinda angst? Kinda comfort? Idk lmao.

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Omega is verbally attacked by a stranger during a date with Terzo.

1.2k words

CW - Omega gets smacked, racism

The black Cadillac door pushed open, welcoming the bustling activity of the plaza to the couple in the backseat. Omega climbed out, dressed to the nines. Well, at least within his ability. He wore a sweater atop a white button up, and black pants and matching shoes. His mask over his face, he stood on the sidewalk leaned over, aiding Terzo out. Terzo, too, wore formal attire, similar to Omega's outfit apart from his choice of white and red. His nails were painted black, wearing a few rings on his fingers that were now pressed against his favorite ghoul’s lips as Omega lifted his mask to kiss his delicate hand. Terzo blushed with a soft smile, mismatched eyes locked into the only visible feature of Omega's face through his mask; his burning white pupils which somehow appeared so infatuated despite their lack of any emotionally prominent features.

Omega was still getting used to such activities. Terzo had been chipping away at his shell over the course of his papacy, taking him along on shopping days or on walks downtown or in the park. He did this with all of his ghouls, of course, but Omega had the benefit of holding his hand as they did so. There were always stares from bystanders. It was to be expected, of course, yet the controversy of the acceptance of ghouls had died down enough for them to not linger. It was maybe two months into their relationship that they decided to try something new: a date in a public restaurant, one called Providence, the closest ghoul-friendly indoor establishment they could find.

Omega was nervous, to say the least, but looking at his partner across from him as they now sat down in the ornate building helped the world around him melt. Terzo's face was a beautiful composition on the finest canvas, the perfect blend of positive and negative spaces, swooping lines that drew the dimmed lights of the restaurant inwards so that Omega's eyes had no choice but to stare half-lidded into his partner's. Puppy love at its finest, a love so intense that he had forgotten that he was a ghoul for a moment. 

A moment.

“Excuse me?” A feminine and nasal voice sucked the attention away like the vacuum of space. They were both startled, whipping their heads to the side, spotting the woman who stood at their table. Omega had lost his voice. 

“Hello, dear,” Terzo spoke, though he did not find her appearance endearing. Her hair was bobbed and blonde, she was an older woman. Pearls hung around her neck, her color palette insulting Terzo's eyes as he looked her outfit up and down. 

“Is this your dog?” She hissed, looking at Omega. Omega stared at her, and then to Terzo. 

“Oh, yes, it is my dog,” Terzo smiled, brazen-faced, “isn't he a beautiful little thing?”

The woman's face contorted to disgust. 

“Animals are not allowed in this restaurant. That includes your filthy…” she looked Omega up and down, “...creature! He will eat me before he eats any food this establishment offers him.”

“Oh, I saw a ghoul-inclusive sign on the window. Isn't it nice, dear?” Terzo reached out for Omega's hand. Omega did not reciprocate, though he allowed Terzo to grab his hand. Terzo turned back to look at the woman. “Progression. This town thrives on it, does it not? So kind to ghouls.”

“Get that thing’s paws off of the table!” The lady snapped, drawing the attention of nearby diners. Omega looked around, noticing the curious eyes, some looks of terror as he looked back at them. And then. 

Smack!

Omega felt an echoing thump across his mask, instinctively raising his hand to his cheek. Though he was not hurt, Terzo flew to his feet, voice booming like he had never done before. 

“Do not put your hands on him!” Terzo roared. “You accuse him of such violence, and you put your hands on him? Sporca puttana! Andrai all’inferno prima che lo faccia il mio demone!” 

“Terzo!” Omega stood. With his height and sway of his tail, the lady's eyes widened and she stumbled back, bumping into the table of a couple beside them. A drink dumped on the innocent woman's dress who sat there, her partner springing up to aid her. 

“Get away from me!” The blonde woman shrieked, making a dramatic swipe of her hands across other people's tables as she pried herself away. Omega looked to Terzo, who looked off behind the ghoul wide eyed as security marched towards the scene.

“That ghoul!” The lady pointed, her hand shaking, “it is threatening me! Help me!”

“Niente,” Terzo cleared his throat, “no del genere! No such thing! He did no such thing!”

“Liar!” The lady screamed. Omega remained silent, simply staring at Terzo for help. He did not feel like he could do anything; his chest puffed with anger, hands clawing at each other in anxiety. Yet if he acted, if he yelled back in defense, that cruel lady would have evidence. Something to base her cries off of. So he remained still, silent, eyes glued to his partner. Allowing the lady to scream amongst no one but herself. 

“I need to ask you to leave, sir,” the guard sighed towards Omega. gesturing to the door. Terzo stomped forward, being almost a foot shorter than the guard. 

“Terzo…” Omega whispered. 

“No! This is not fair! You are racist! Racist!” Terzo wailed pointing at the guard. 

“The ghoul is-”

“No! Omega did nothing wrong! You assume he is guilty, you do not ask!” Terzo whipped around to the other poor victims of the ladies outburst, the woman of which who was still wet with her drink. 

“Who is guilty? Who attacked who, miss?”

The lady pointed to the violent woman down the aisle.

“That lady hit the ghoul,” she whimpered quietly. “the ghoul didn't do anything.”

“I did not!” The woman screamed again. 

“Yes you did,” another man spoke. Terzo crossed his arms, turning back to the guard. Not for long, as the guard gently pushed passed the group. He gently grabbed the woman, who, in her nature, responded with screams for help. 

“I apologize, sir.” The guard spoke as he moved past, pushing the woman out of the restaurant, who continued kicking and screaming. Omega looked back at Terzo, who was gently shaking the kind lady's hand, along with her partner who had stood up for Omega unprompted.

“Terzo…” Omega spoke barely above a whisper. Terzo looked back with a smile. 

“Yes, mio amore?” He gave the couple a final nod and returned to his booth, where Omega sat back down across from him. 

“I'm sorry.”

“You do not apologize!” Terzo insisted with furrowed brows. “You do not apologize for being a beautiful ghoul. See, that is minority," Terzo pointed towards the door, "that lady that is gone. She is minority. Acceptance,” Terzo looked around, gesturing especially to the couple beside them, “is prominent. You are not bad. You are good. Good ghoul! My good ghoul.”

Omega smiled under his mask. This time, he reached out for Terzos hand, lifting his mask to plant another kiss. Terzo reached, taking his mask off, Omega's pure white hair falling in front of his face. 

“Terzo!” Omega tried to cover his face. Terzo grabbed both of his hands, squeezing them tight, looking into Omega's eyes. 

“Do not hide.” Terzo said softly. Omega was hesitant, but eventually he nodded, looking back down at the table with a smile. 

“Now, I will be as damned as I said she will be if I do not eat in 20 minutes,” Terzo rested his head on his hand, scanning over the menu. “What are you getting, mio amore?”

Omega had forgotten how to read. The only thing in his eyes, eyes and ears was Terzo. 

I'm going to draw this

Omega: *rambling about something*

Terzo: *listening intently* holy shit your voice is attractive. Can you tell me to kill myself?

Omega: …what.

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Today is the anniversary of Terzo being dragged off stage. I’ve seen HEARTBREAKINGGGG art today. This is brutal but hey, he’s being resurrected at least, right?

Commission me!