#(( a short starter i said ))

[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was

[narumakiii]

@hatredcurse

TRACE OF USUAL SUNSHINE GONE , A CERTAIN TENSENESS IN HUES ; the blonde turned to look at raven haired, contemplating how to ask this one burning question he's had ever since sasuke had left. there has never been a time to ask before. it was now or never. ❛    ne , sasuke did you get your answers ? ❜

[autopsytableromance]

I hate being friends with psych majors who. Apparently have never had a bad experience in therapy bc it means they have never even once considered that therapy might be bad or there might be problems in the psychiatric field at large. Tell me why I was talking to someone about the ways that ODD is like. Extremely racially biased in its diagnosis and typically is either 1 the child acting out bc they are facing some kind of trauma at home or or 2 literally just a black child with adhd and she said “see this is why I love your generation (she’s. Literally 4 years older than me) you guys do so much research on things i never even would have thought of” girl! What do you mean you never thought of it. This isn’t even as a radical of a take as other ones I have within psych like there are many people who mostly believe in the psychiatric system and still say “yeah I don’t diagnose kids with conduct or impulse disorders bc of the way that it can like. Ruin their life” bc it CAN and DOES. Like yes recommend therapy if you feel it would help but. Putting this kid doesn’t trust or listen to authority in there medical files demonstrably makes it less likely for medical professionals (in psych and non psych fields) to listen to their symptoms and help them. It also makes it much easier for those same professionals to force them to undergo treatments they might otherwise not want as them not wanting to do it literally seen as a reason they need it. Anyway that same girl has to explained that even if the cast says she’s bad jk Rowling does definitely still profit off of Harry Potter merch and why the two trans ppl she was with did not want anything to do with it.

[exquisitexagony]

//@miidnighters

The pungent stench of blood. Irony. Warm. Fresh. It filled the air, filled Arthur's lungs as he tore into fresh meat, gnawing on bone. The process of eating someone was such an intimate affair and there was a part of him that got such a kick out of it it was almost like a drug. It was exhausting, though, the war that went on in the back of his mind while he fed. How much longer could he go on like this? Why couldn't he stop?

Licking xyr lips, the blood from xyr hands, from the body's face, xe found xemselves laying down, the body tangled up in xyr arms. A slight hitch of breath, panting from the effort it had taken to take the other down. They had been a fighter, which was why now they were already mostly dead and certainly not conscience. With all the blood loss by now, too, they were already fading. The meat wouldn't be fresh for much longer, Arthur assumed. Finish what he could and then...Get out. Sinking back into the bathtub where he had done the deed, he clawed his fingernails into the body's shoulder, feeling every muscle in his own blood-stained body tense.

Silence fell in that now-abandoned bathroom, the steady drip of a leaky faucet the only sound echoing through the old shack posted in the middle of nowhere. He swallowed hard, eyelids growing heavy the longer he laid there, taking it all in. Salty tears pricked his eyes, one dripping slowly down his cheek and mixing with blood. His tongue moved to lick it away as it slid down toward the corner of his mouth, but-- Wait. His own blood? He tried to lift his head, only to be hit with a massive wave of dizziness that sent his vision reeling.

"Oh fuck..." The words were a barely breathed whisper, head sinking to rest against the head of the body in his arms. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, groaning. His head was bleeding, that much was obvious, but now that he had realized that he started to notice the sticky, wet pain in his side as well...It had all happened so fast he hardly even remembered getting hurt.

The sound of a door creaking open startles him, breath catching in the back of his throat. Nobody else was supposed to be here...He had done his research before coming here. It was the perfect target. So why did he hear footsteps approaching the blood-soaked bathroom?

[mens-reas]

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[delicatlueur]

                    julien   has   this   …       claim   …       over   camille   .       and   it’s   wrong   .       god   ,   it’s   all   sorts   of   wrong   .       but   he   charmed   her   away   from   her   ex   once   ,   didn’t   he   ?       so   why   wouldn’t   he   think   he   could   do   it   again   ?       “   so   ,   i   hear   darius   has   emerged   from   his   …       comment   dit - on   ?       ah   ,   yes   ,   hiding   place   ,   ”       mumbles   ,   lips   ghosting   her   neck   ,   barely   touching   ,   breath   warm   on   her   skin   .       he’s   so   damn   confident   ,   so   very   sure   ,   as   fingers   tilt   her   chin   up   ,   up   to   meet   his   gaze   .       “   to   that   ,   i   propose   a   night   out   .       just   you   and   i   .       oh   ,   and   a   horde   of   paparazzi   ,   of   course   .       think   of   the   message   that’ll   send   ,   hmm   ?       it’ll   paint   such   a   vivid   picture   of   where   your   loyalties   truly   lie   .   ”       //       @salvateure

[flamesofrebirths]

Being reunited with Clive has felt like an impossible dream for so many years. And they are finally together again now. The sons of fire. And the best feeling of all of it is that it feels like nothing has changed. Clive is not angry at him. They are both relieved. Maybe they will never get these years back, but hopefully they will have much more years together and won't part for long again.

Joshua knows Clive worries about him because he overworked himself during that fight against Bahamut, but he doesn't mind. He was raised to be this way. He has to be useful, always, and now the most important thing is to be useful to Clive's mission and to work at his side with Jill and Torgal.

"I will be fine, Brother. I assure you that you can trust me," he says, gently patting the other's shoulder as a warm smile crosses his lips. How many years has it been since he smiles like this ? It was probably in Rosalith. "I will fight by your side. I... So many things I learned in the past years were to make sure I could help you someday." He then looks around for a short moment. "This place, though, the Hideaway... this is incredible."

@adureus ❤'d !

[savingthrcw]

@cornerhaunt closed starter from Neria to Alistair

After Ostagar, Neria had gone to her preferred method of copying, which was moving past it, at least on the outside, and had carried the conversations in a relatively nonchalant way, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened. But after finally reaching Lothering she had internally lost it at the sight of what it was like to live outside of the Circle tower, and all of her enthusiasm had come out in waves: merchants and inns and people everywhere with their little requests and troubles and lives. She had recruited the weird woman who claimed the Maker had sent her, rescued the Qunari, helped the two dwarven merchants - immediately befriending Sandal - and now at camp she was still exploding with energy, checking everything she had bought, between supplies and souvenirs, and for once probably talking Alistair's ear off.

"How do I look?" she asked Alistair, showing him the hat she had bought and beaming, "Don't answer, I already know it's ridiculous. I still think we should have stayed near the river-yeah, I know, giant spiders, but it was so pretty! And the food at the tavern was so great--oh, hold on..." she glanced at Morrigan, but she was busy bickering with Leliana while Sten was seemingly speaking to Dog, and Neria took the sweets she had bought from Bodhan out of her satchel, "For you. To celebrate a good day." Oh, but she loved being outside. Free.

[epic-and-kitty]

love having a super short and petite character and constantly wondering if I made her look like a child despite being a full ass adult

[heclingmuzik]

@blankslateprotagonist

Bright icey blue eyes scans her area. She can't see where she's going, but she uses what she KNOWS she has to help her navigate. Electricity courses through her bod, sending out short waves around her as she ventures deep within the ocean. The electric eel mercreature sighs softly and with her mind occupied somewhere else, she nearly bumps into another. Thankfully, she's stopped right on time.

"Whoa---uh, hey. Didn't see you there." Did she just kind of make a pun?

[yeleltaan]

@yellowfingcr​

Once more, pallid red erupts in vivid crimson staining his hands. Once again, his teeth find the meat of an ancient.

In the last minutes of the most generous definition of life, it continues to fight him. Reduced to an organ gifted with unnatural persistence, it still finds ways to hurt him. His jaw begins to ache, as even the softest of its tissue shifts and expands as though it bore the intent to dislocate bone. Fangs pierce what gravel stone doesn’t cover, yet they only penetrate so far into the dense flesh. Upon the edge of ruptured vein and artery he can almost see the skull of the great beast staring back at him. It must have been near-unparalleled in its prime. It will make it all the better to draw from its strength, diminished as it may be.

Unable to directly confront such primal strength with his strongest bite, he’s forced to tear it away piece by piece. Inhuman mandible parts from freakish maxilla and leans away from the overwhelming feast, breathing a gasp through thick air and thicker blood. His arched foot rises from his cross-legged position to hang onto the heart like a predator’s talon. Hooked into the meat with grown tooth and nail he pulls, twists, stretches insistently with all the force he can muster as the organ slowly gives way, struggling fiercely until it is torn into two uneven halves with a generous splatter. Ripped tissue hangs from the devourer’s mouth, his breath quickened as he looks to the side, behind him, above.

There is a brief moment of deliberation before he lets go of the half to hold it in his hands, turn it inside out and lean forward for another bite. He remembers what he set out to do, and rather than abandon himself to the unspeakable hunger he feels toward his faltering prey, he focuses on the approaching sensation. The one he felt in his previous dine, a tingling in the back of the mind, a distant call that refuses to be ignored, that has since been the primary object of his contemplation.

It's stronger this time, much more than he anticipated. He feels the stars drawing closer, the sky pushing down on him- or, is he the one being drawn? It’s intense, but it’s only a sprout of far longer roots. He seeks the recollection beyond, reaches out for that familiar sensation lost somewhere in the ashes of his memory. It’s closer, closer! A chilling vertigo..! It’s getting closer! But what is?

Awaited discovery turns to thrilling fright, and Cayin falls back with a sudden gasp.

[garciapimienta]

Hiiii! I just wanted to ask, since you seem very knowledgeable about this things🧐, what’s our best option for DM next season/ this transfer window? I know we have some La Masia kids( gosh saying that sounds weird when I’m also just 18😭) that are really good and I think you mentioned Federico Redondo at some point but I would like to hear you thoughts at this point in time. I’m not saying I don’t like what the club is doing this transfer window because they are doing a great job but the missing DM player on the team is really making me worried. Anyway, thanks for answering this when you find the time and much love for you and your spectacular blog❤️❤️❤️

First of all thank you, you are so nice!

In regards to the DM question, I'm not even sure myself to be honest, and I am really worried too. In my opinion the best solution, and by miles, was Declan Rice. I know he wasn't exactly affordable but I think the club should've at least attempted to get him and I also think he was worth shelling out a little even if it meant we couldn't afford as many other players. But of course, I understood that with the financial situation, it maybe wasn't doable.

The second option for me, and the more realistic one (well, kinda) was Zubimendi. I personally think he's great and would suit the team so well and he's also ready for the club (not as in 'he's top level already, he doesn't need to learn anything more' but just that he's ready even though ofc he'll continue growing and developing and getting better). That said, Zubi is as loyal as they come, so there's really not much the club could do, he wasn't going to come this season.

Now that both of them are out of the question, I think Oriol Romeu, which seems like the most likely one now, is fine-ish??? He's not a player I absolutely love or someone I think has the general level to be a player for us, but it's also true that there's not much out there that isn't a) very young, or b) not for sale/out of our league in terms of what the club could pay. So basically it seems that we'll have to settle for someone, which I hate because I think the club should've prepared for Busi's retirement much better and has had years to do so.

So yeah, to summarize because I got carried away, I think maybe the best option for now is to settle for someone reliable and temporary like Oriol Romeu and also sign a young developmental pivot for the future (my preferences: Mats Wieffer (highly recommend checking him out, he's really good and has an incredible potential too), Redondo or Vermeeren), while still continuing to develop the Masia prospects who are looking better suited for the position and with a lot of potential (Pau Prim and Marc Casado being the most obvious and most talked about ones, but there are others with high quality and a lot of potential too, like Gerard Hernańdez).

I've just realized I have not mentioned Nico (González) at all in this reply and tbh I 'm actually on team "Xavi should give him a chance" even though I've always said that I've never been fully convinced on wether he can play in that role in the way I would want him too. It's just that considering that there are no better options and Nico is a player that's already in your squad and who has shown a lot of potential and has a lot of talent and resources (even for an interior, which I know we don't need but if he doesn't work out as pivot you could still benefit from using him for rotations every once in a while for one season before selling him/loaning him out again), I think we should give it another try. But if Xavi doesn't like him/isn't willing to do it, then there isn't much to do, seeing as to how he's the coach...

[kurthorton-moving]

open.

he doesn’t know how late it is, doesn’t know how long he’s been gone. all he knows is that it’s dark, it’s cold, and he’s terrified. he stumbles through the street, dripping blood along the pavement as he slowly moves. he doesn’t even know how hurt he is, not really. he’s pretty beaten up, he’s limping, his leg hurts, but some part of him is falling back into his usual processes — if he can walk, he can’t really be that hurt, can he? what he’s doing is only just enough to really be classed as walking, but the idea still stands. he wasn’t trying to walk anywhere in particular, at least not consciously, but he soon finds himself at a familiar door, a weak attempt at getting attention as his palm hits the door, leaning against it to keep himself upright. it’s only now hitting him how tired he is, how desperately he craves to just drop to the ground and go to sleep. he can’t imagine that’s a good thing.

he makes another few attempts at pounding on the door, well aware that it’s the middle of the night, some part of him trying not to wake the neighbours. “hey!” his voice is hoarse, clearly pained. he’d done a lot of screaming in the time he’d been gone, sometimes screaming for help, sometimes just having no other way to process the pain. neither did any good, not really. all it did was leave him with a dry and scratchy throat, a constant feeling of strain. “please—” whispered, practically croaked. it becomes clear just how heavily he’d been leaning on the door when it opens, body following the moving door as it moves too fast for him to keep up, quick to drop to the floor. he makes a weak attempt at catching himself with his hands, though in truth he’s already hurting enough that hitting the ground hard isn’t too horrible of a thing to deal with.

[spidersins]

❛ so, when am i gonna get ya film you doin' scare-eoke? 'cause i'm waiting. ❜

[gravesung-moving]

@harerazor ( frankenstein's creature ) liked x for an oc and got rusa!

❝ OH — DON'T BE SCARED! IT'S alright. ❞ one, two open palms, lifted in a gesture of gentle surrender. ❝ are you lost? you look a bit overwhelmed... ❞

[legaciestold]

@everythingheard (leon) government medical facility may 27th, 2024

horrific images play across her her mind, eyes scrunched together and horrifically blonde hair in her face in a dimly lit room that lacked any form of significant color sans the items peeking out of a duffle bag on the chair in the corner that chris had brought her. she's spared the hospital gown, instead allowed to wear a loose fitted dso sweatshirt and sweatpants both because it made it easier for the wireless monitors attached to her and because her body felt weak the longer she was without the doses of virus the devise she'd been attached to had given her. a sheen of cold sweat finds her brow, her skin clammy and still paled more than it should be. a cell phone playing soft melodies from some parisian band that she'd put on earlier lingers near her legs on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest because she's just awoken by some loud crash of a sound outside the room she's subjected to and her mind had scattered into a million directions of it's own volition. she'd found herself sitting on the cool floor as if the sensation of it was some means of grounding force, the cold reminding her where she was, that it was real. she had control of her actions again yet her mind felt distant in a way that'd made her want to punch a wall.

frustration ebbs through her. anger too. and so many things in-between. this isn't her. so unfocused and skittish. even when the memories of those bloody handprints in that school plagued her she'd found a way to ground herself. some nights that meant she held onto chris as they were lulled to sleep by a storm and sometimes it was her talking her mind into compartmentalization. yet now everything felt disconnected and just out of reach. fear rushed through her in those moments of waking from sleep when she believed she was a moment away from living a nightmare she could only watch her body enact. then she remembers, wesker was dead. chris had made sure of that in the same way he'd fought to find her for a year and refused to believe her dead. he'd been there every step of the way in the last few days and she's pretty sure he'd nearly decked one of the scientists when they'd try to stop him from being in the room with her. they hadn't stopped him from bringing her things or giving her her phone after that either and jill feels like she'd have paid to see what wrath of god he'd worn upon his face to gain such easy compliance from them.

but chris isn't there now, even though he's rarely left her side since they landed and she'd been forced into immediate testing. she understands why. she does, even if the tests make her skin crawl. there's no way to know the effects of what lingers in her body or if the lack of the virus would make her body shut down without it (she was weak but she wasn't dead so that was a good sign at least). there'd been such a fine line between death and life when wesker had pulled her from the water and jill knows, even if she hates it with a kind of rage she's never felt before that his actions were all that had allowed life to flow back into her for her to be here now. even if jill in the here and now felt hardly like herself. fingers reach out and tap the phone screen, looking at the clock. chris should be there now, she thinks and considers the timing of everything was rather coincidental. the reduced sentence her father was commuted to that she'd secured in her deal years earlier had another two years on it and a part of her had wondered who pulled strings to have dick valentine released even earlier. she'd considered, maybe, somehow, leon had managed it until one of the medical staff had given her a card with a cryptic few sentences. trent. she'd ever quite been able to get a read on him and now she only had more questions than answers but she supposed he had his own reasons for it.

either way, she'd see her father soon enough. chris was making sure of that by traveling up to new york to pick him up. she'd half expected him to give her more of a fight about leaving her than he had, not that he hadn't given her some but she supposes chris was perhaps one of two people who understood what not having her father in her life was like for her and what impact perhaps seeing him now could have on her. there was a lot of things about the way she'd been brought up that jill had come to understand weren't how they should been, but she loved her father and him encouraging her onto the path she'd found had led her to chris. seeing her dad now was something that gave her a kind of hope that was difficult to keep a grasp of in these moments she battled her mind. a sound at the door brings her attention toward it, body alert and if she'd had more strength in her she'd have managed to get to her feet but the moment she attempts it she gets dizzy. the end result is a firm grip on her phone that she could at least throw at someone before she remembers there aren't enemies afoot in the hallways of this facility a moment later. it's a moot point when her eyes hone in on his haircut and then moves to focus on leon's face. she should have known, really. and maybe this makes her love chris even more. because if he couldn't be here until tomorrow, she's confident he's the one who called leon even if she has no doubt he'd have infiltrated the building soon enough either way.

"you have to pay the toll to come in." she states, a memory from long ago of two kids chasing away a darker memory that's lingered in her mind. "so you better have something out of your mom's old recipe book inside that bag you're holding." jill speaks with a released breath that maybe she's been holding too long. there's something about this moment, as strange as it is with her sitting on the floor and him standing there that finally makes her feel a bit more like herself even if she hates the fact he's seeing her in such a state. but in some ways, maybe leon knew her in ways even chris hadn't or just knew her differently because they'd been kids throwing flour at each other when his mother attempted to teach them to bake and she'd seen him after his parents died and he'd seen her when her father had been sentenced. she supposed, even if they weren't connected by blood like claire and chris were, her and leon had the same kind of connection. she realizes it more now maybe for the first time in a real and weighted way, in the suddenness of the moment, having realized how much she missed him.

"don't just stand there like you're waiting for your number to be called at bingo, help me up." still, jill hates that she needs to ask for help even in something so simple. hates that she can't quite do it herself. but nothing can be done about it but move forward.