Just a being who could go pop into different Universes just to fuck with people. Don't be surprise if I'm in your kitchen at 3:am eating your hidden ramen stash. â¨B R E A D â¨Â I'm open for any scp shit. When these Fuckers told me being an adult was not fun the weren't joking
Hello I'm [REDACTED] but you may all call me [REDACTED] and I'm here to welcome you to my blog.
Obviously as you can tell by now, cause you're reading this. But any how...
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Welcome to this blog I hope you find what your looking for, and if you don't ask for it and I will make sure to do my best to help.
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None because I'm sure you know what is morally correct and not.But then again,I want yall be creative as shit and expand yourselves. So go crazy.
And if you just wanna say random shit go ahead.
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I will not tolerate bullying of any kind in my messages nor in the comment section. Yall can message me whenever yall want and chat with me, but if I see any rude messages I won't hesitate to message back more shit.
Yall can talk whatever way you are as long as your not targeting people.
There are no such things as dumb comments as well everyone has the right to their own opinion and if anything I encourage you to give out your opinion. Ad long as it doesn't affect others or myself
Age Rules:
I haven't written any smut or drawn anything graphic. Yet. Mainly because I don't feel like my writing is good enough for that.
But when the time does come I will make an đâ account separately.
Other than that this account is for all ages.
Other rules:
No discrimination
Don't be a fool in my request box cause you'll be treated like a fool
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When he's a golden retriever in public but anything but that in bed
He's always had a personality in the public of oh he's too sweet and charming, the golden retriever, cutie who helps old ladies cross the street, the one who crams his girlfriend's family members names and birthdays, the one who carries all your shopping bags and never let's you lift a finger, who takes you out on dates to celebrate any achievement, who drives you everywhere. He's the perfect text book golden retriever boyfriend in public but in private it's a whole different story
When he has you face down in the bed sheets crying from over stimulation as he plows back and forth into you whilst you're shaking and barely staying up on your knees if not for his hands keeping you on your knees and arching your back perfectly so he can fuck your cunt just how he wants.
"S'too much" you slur out whilst squeeze the sheets beneath you to get a sense of stability "sorry love it's just that you look so good todayâ and everyone kept looking at you and nngh fuck" he rasps when you squeeze around his swollen cock, the compliments going from your head all the way to your cunt.
Nobody would think that it's your boyfriend who couldn't hurt a fly that has his hand squeezing the fat of your hips and fucking up into your ass and rearranging your guts.
"Sâshit right tâthere" you whine while he pistons into your with his balls slapping against your clit driving you crazy, every thrust sending closer and closer over the edge.
The sheer size of him overwhelming you backed with how many times he's made you cum has tears running down your face and ruining your makeup
"Sââso tight, all mine fuâck... No one else mine mine MINE nghh" he's so fare gone after going about this for hours his cock twitching inside you.
"I'm gonna, I'm câcumâ" you cry into the pillow body shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his cock, spasming and gushing all over his cock. Finally you felt his cum flowing deep into you fill you up to the brim the frothy mix of both of your releases forming a ring at the bottom of his dick.
Still recovering from the high you notice he hasn't stopped moving in you, his cock is still going at that punishing pace, like he doesn't even realize he's still fucking you and talking to himself in a daze "ah fuck so good baby , too good your pussy feels too aghh"
Cosmicstarrss is a groomer and a fucking pedophile that doesn't deserve shit
TW: VERY sexual themes, suicide threats, starving, manipulation
Comicstars groomed one of my friends when they were 16 and Comic was TWENTY. 2-0. WHAT THE FUCK. I only found out last week when my friend came to me after noticing we were mutuals, so now I come to you Tumblr community. Comicstars was already chased off Twitter after their freak ass was found out, so theyre coming here acting like nobody goddamn knows they sent porn to a teenager, knowing they were a teenager and acknowledging it was wrong before.
Proof of them being a pedo below. This shit is gross as hell so please, if u don't want to see explicit talk, scroll past. This was all taken while Panz was 16 and Cosmic was 19-20
The pedophile acknowledging it
They also sent Panz porn of their selfship. I saw it. It's really bad. Their oc Moon genuinely looks like a baby I am not going to send it for obvious reasons but know it is bad. And did I mention they started dating when Panz was 16 and Cosmic was 20? Cosmic also sent videos and pictures of them masturbating, said they were masturbating thinking about Panz, and had CONSTANT erps with Panz. One of the egregious ones was sending Panz a picture of their bloody hand after masturbating on their period. What the fuck
Cosmic also stopped showing up to their job during this time and ended up losing their job, leaving them with no source of income. So with what money they had, they spent it on anime figures, Identity V skins, and toys. Then would complain to Panz about not having any money and having to starve, guilting Panz into sending them âŹ120+.
It's fine to be jobless, but if you're not making an effort to get a job, don't fucking complain lazy ass. After their break up, Panz messaged Cosmic to get their money back. They proceed to guilt trip Panz and their friends for calling them exactly what they are, a pedophile who sent their selfship fetish art to a minor
You fucking weirdo you're talking about how epstein jokes made you want to kill yourself, fuck you dude
Panz did get the money back. I just wonder how many other peoples money they stole and spent on fetish commissions of SCP-035 assaulting their OC. I hate starting shit, but I love this community, and I don't want a pedophile in our midsts. I loved Cosmics art and have mutuals that also adore them, but we were unaware of the shit they pull in private. You are twenty-one years old trying to manipulate people into giving you hand outs and wasting it on rape porn. People like you fucking disgust me. 035 would hate you.
There's more things that happened, but I won't list them here. If you want to know more, I can give you Panz' info to reach out. They're not active on tumblr so I offered to bring it here.
Edit, it started when Panz was 16 and Cosmic was 19 going on 20, sorry for the confusion
Not only that but there are people taking advantage of what is going on and impersonating ICE. My neighbor had scare off two men impersonating ICE agents when they tried to enter our apartment building.
Be careful of not only legit ICE agents but these people too, our country is no longer the land of the free.
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kwei was still young when he died, and even if dek is a runt, hes still gonna grow. hes gonna get bigger, and one day hes gonna walk past a mirror and see kweis reflection. or at least, he thinks he kind of looks like kwei. the memory of kwei is kind of faded and hes not sure anymore
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The sound of heavy breathing was the only thing breaking the silence of your cell.
Your own chest froze instantly, lungs locking as you struggled to listen, to understand.
You squinted into the dim light, heart pounding. Something was there. At the far end of the room.
âWhat⌠what do you want?â you whispered, the words trembling out of you more nervous than annoyed. You rose from your bed, toes barely grazing the cold floor, creeping closer.
And then you saw him.
The faint gleam of metal caught the sliver of light from the narrow window of your cell. His armor.
Your pulse spiked, your skin prickling.
Your face feeling hotter without you noticing.
The closer you got, the more detail emerged. The deep red of his skin beneath the plates, the sheer mass of him leaning against the wall, arms folded as if carved from stone.
But something was wrong. You felt it immediately. The air itself seemed heavy with it. Tension. Unbearable tension that pushed against your throat.
His name sat bitter on your tongue. You had repeated it to yourself over and over since you learned it, terrified youâd forget. Tarrâkon. The syllables haunted you, demanded to be spoken.
But you didnât dare. Not now. Enough of this dangerous game of pushing and pulling. You wouldnât submit, wouldnât crawl, but you could still offer a piece of respect to the yautja who had, more than once, saved you.
âHey⌠are you okay?â
Your voice was soft, hesitant.
He didnât move. His mask tilted down toward the ground, hiding his face, his body rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. As if he had just been runningâor having a nightmare.
The unease crawling through your chest twisted into something sharper. Against your better judgment, your hand reached out. Fingers brushed the cool metal plates of his arm-
He moved like lightning.
His massive hand clamped your wrist, crushing down with a strength that nearly snapped the bone. Pain lanced white-hot up your arm and you cried out, nails raking across his reptilian skin in desperation.
And thenâjust as suddenlyâhe released you.
You staggered back, clutching your throbbing wrist to your chest. He looked around, his dreadlocks swaying, as if disorientedâlost, even.
âWhat⌠the hell?â you hissed, your voice cracking between fear and fury. âWhat are you doing here?â
You wanted to scream at him, rage at him, but the words crawled out weaker, strangled by the memory of how easily he had nearly broken you.
He straightened, towering over you, his armor groaning softly with the motion.
And still, you didnât retreat. You stood your ground, chin tilted high, even as your knees threatened to buckle.
âYou damn creep,â you spat, voice laced with venom to cover your fear. âWhat the fuck do you want, sneaking into my cell, watching me sleep?â
If he had come to break you, you would fight. Even if it killed you.
He came closer, a living shadow blotting out the faint light of your prison. You glared up at the glowing red eyes of his mask, your defiance loud against his steps.
âIf youâre here to kill me, then just do it,â you whispered, almost dismissive, as if daring him.
His breath shuddered above you, heavy, uneven, something raw and primal in the sound that had your skin crawling again. His shoulders were tight, his chest heaving, but he didnât strike. Didnât touch you.
It was like a staring contest that stretched into eternity.
Your instincts screamed at you to provoke him, to push harder, but something stopped you. Something in the tremor of his voice when he finally spoke.
âDonât you fucking bare your teeth at me.â
The guttural words vibrated through the air, sharp but not cruel. Not cold.
Frustrated. Restrained.
You froze, studying him. This wasnât the same mocking, detached voice that toyed with you before. It wasnât the wrath that shattered guards like insects.
This was different. And the tension around him felt⌠dangerous in a new way. Like heat bleeding through cold metal.
You crossed your arms, masking the conflict in your chest with a poker face. âWhat do you want?â
He said nothing. Just breathed, as if holding something back.
âWe can do this all night,â you pressed, lifting your chin. âAre you going to speak, or should I go back to sleep?â
That finally broke him.
He stepped back. Slowly. Turned and walked out.
But not before you saw it.
Your eyes widened, heart twisting in shock. His backâonce unscarredâwas carved with fresh wounds. Bright green slashes across crimson skin, deep and vicious.
Whip lashes.
The wall behind where he had stood bore the same stains of his blood.
Only one being had the power to do that to him.
The King.
You wanted to stop him. To demand answers. To ask why the kingâs right hand had been whipped like a common criminal. But the words never made it past your throat. They clogged there, burning, as your hands gripped the cold bars of your cell.
You could only watch.
He walked out with heavy steps, the thud of the door closing behind him echoing in your chest. The lock clicked, sealing you inside and sealing him out.
You were left hanging. Blood boiled in your veins, your thoughts clawing at each other. Your head felt heavy, too heavy to hold upright. You sank onto the cot before your knees gave out.
What is going on?
How could the King punish him?
And what the hell did he want from you tonight?
His intentions had never been clear, but now they were a mess of contradictions. Pain, anger, something else buried beneath. It was almost worse than if he had struck you.
You kept staring at the door, your wrist throbbing in waves that only grew sharper as the hours passed. Sleep was impossible once again. You werenât sure if it was the pain in your bones or the unease in your chest that kept you awake.
You could fight off a guard or two, maybe. But him? Not Tarrâkon. He had shown you with a single squeeze that he could shatter you like glass. And yet, he had warned you. Not to bare your teeth. Not to push. As though restraint cost him something.
It made no sense. None of it did.
The hiss of the door jolted you upright.
Not him.
Kârethya.
You stayed seated, clutching your wrist as she stepped in. She motioned for you to rise, her movements clipped, efficient. You obeyed without protest, following her through the metal corridors until the scent of herbs and steel told you where you were headed. An infirmary.
You sat where she pointed. Silent. Empty.
She bound your wrist with careful hands, the rough cloth pulled tight enough to steady the ache.
âHow did you know?â Your voice was flat, worn thin by sleeplessness. You kept your eyes on her hands instead of her face.
âHe sent me.â
A bitter scoff slipped from you before you could stop it. âDid he really?â You shook your head, half in disbelief, half in exhaustion.
The ultimate mind game. Thatâs what it had to be. He broke you down, rattled you, only to send help after. Confusion was worse than cruelty. At least cruelty you could understand.
But this?
âThe King,â you murmured, hesitating. âDid he⌠whip him?â
The image of green blood staining crimson skin crushed your mind.
Kârethya only nodded, finishing the knot on your wrist.
âWhy?â The word slipped out, barely. You werenât even sure you wanted the answer.
âI donât have to tell you that,â she said, matter-of-fact.
And she was right.
You nodded, letting it go and looked down at your bandaged wrist. âThank you,â you said, genuine despite everything.
Her gentleness was disarming. Despite her size, despite the guttural roughness of her voice, there was something steady in her presence, something almost⌠humane.
She gave a single nod and gestured toward the door.
You stood, waiting as she followed you back to your cell. You entered without hesitation.
âThe King will soon ask for you. Donât fight back,â she said, voice firm but not unkind, before disappearing into the corridor.
You stared after her.
Yeah. Good luck with that.
Your blood ran hot, pulsing with anger and unease. The thought of the King punishing Tarrâkon so mercilessly made your stomach twist and your chest tighten. You could almost make sense of him lashing out at you, you were the outsider, the human. But Tarrâkon? The only Yautja who had lifted a hand for you, who had done what no one else dared? And the King had rewarded him with pain.
It was twisted. Cruel for the sake of cruelty.
This King wasnât just harsh, he was undeserving of loyalty. He punished strength, crushed defiance, and demanded worship when he deserved none.
If the King summoned you, if he truly thought you would bend, then you wouldnât let him forget your first night in his chambers.
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