#Day 50

[daily-leon]

[adeleine-everyday]

day 50

happy birthday, crystal shards!!

[dailykaeyas]

Never realized the drastic barber change until now

[daily-odile]

exhaustion

[werewolfaday]

Ko-Fi requeest for T! day 50!

(they gave me a couple ideas for the prompt too, one of them being a poetry read! i thought it might be cute if instead of snapping they did like. soft little howls)

The second part was extra as a v fun exercise! I think werewolves in general would have a lot of diversity in style and shifted/half-shifted forms so this gave me an excuse to play around with that :) thought I should include a werehyena bc that's the wolf substitute for the shape-shifters of African folklore (and *jaguars in south america, tigers in India, etc!)

Also in doing a little bit of research for Black werewolf characters I found this super cool werewolf comic I wanted to highlight by Michelin Hess, a Black author/artist! She has other work that you should check out too. In fact, feel free to shout out any of your favorite Black artists in the comments or tags! Or let me know the other ways y'all are celebrating this month :)

[cerb-daily]

two cerbs kissing by charging into each other at full speed

day 50 - the only way

[mirage-daily]

Mirage having a philosophical conversation with Judas Prime.

day 50 !!!!

serving cunt

[ryoshudoodles]

50° Day of waiting for Canto 9

Thank you for being witnesses to my madness arc ♡ enjoy the 50 Ryoshus.

[kaveh-a-day]

Bro is daily kavetham 💀

Day 50

They’re just roommates, wdym “Kavetham” never heard of that

[daily-singularity]

No one escapes death

[amyrosedaily]

Day 50: Resurrection (Sonictober day 21)

I MADE IT TO 50 DAYS OH MY GOD!!!!! LETS GOOOO!!

PLEASE! Donate to save Muhammad Shehab's family! Main Post | GoFundMe

[ammocharis]

One bit of obscure Dragon Age lore a day until Dragon Age: The Veilguard is released

Lord Remi Vascal, better known as the Black Fox, was an Orlesian noble turned rogue and adventurer. He became a hero to commoners - according to legends, he fought the tyrannical rule of the Lord of Val Chevin. Though there are many stories of his fantastical exploits, some contradictory, all agree that in the end, the Black Fox and his fellow adventurers ventured into the heart of the Arlathan forest and never reemerged.

Source: Codex entry: Adventures of the Black Fox

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[wigglesdtuff]

You're gonna be fine, fine, fine... 'Cause everyone blooms in their own time 🌸

[daily-outsiders]

Day 50 is soon omg

day 50: soup a lotl

day 50!! it took me 110 days to get to day 50 LMFAO

i didn’t really have any ideas for anything special so i drew a funny soup as an axolotl

[daily-bipper-brainrot]

50 days annoying yall with images of the guy💥💥💥🔥🔥‼️‼️ -also sorry not sorry for uhh the collab stuff were just really exciting about being able to keep the flame alive :3 especially with my circumstances-

Yippeee! 50 days‼️ thank you all for supporting this silly little corner of massive possessed brainrott (⁠ﾉ⁠´⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ [I hope bro pay me, I rlly need new forks for my rotten brain]

[days-until-burnout]

Day 50 -

Characters - Etho/Joel Words - 1,188 Time - 60 mins Content - High School AU

“What are you doing here?” 

He doesn’t have to look up, doesn’t have to look back, because he isn’t alone on the nest swing for long. They swing back when he jumps on it, the weaving and the chains whining as the night settles again. It’s a cool night with a forgiving wind, only the gentlest of frost on their skin. Their bodies bump, touch unintentionally, pressed together like things are. He stares at his hands, finding the other pair of legs beside his on his peripheral so he looks up to a clear sky. Few stars, the crescent moon. 

“My boyfriend didn’t want to go to prom with me.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Is that not what you are?”

Etho presses his lips shut, brow scrunched up a little. He blinks away from the sky, to the side where Joel isn’t. If he says nothing, he can almost pretend he is alone again. His clothes are cold from how long he’d been outside, and his head is still the same mess as it had been earlier in the day. He thinks about his phone, half-charge, in his pocket, the dozen messages maybe. Or none. He hasn’t checked, nor plans to tonight. 

“Don’t call me that.” He repeats, and Joel sits up. The swing creaks again, jarringly in the silence, and how could Etho possibly pretend he isn’t there? When Joel pulls his legs in, crossing them behind him, glaring at the back of his shoulders before punching him. Hard. He deserves it. “It’s a phase,” he hisses out, glaring at the ground where his shoes touch, “you’ll grow out of it. You’ll get tired of this, then you’ll leave. Have your fun now, it won’t last long.”

Joel kicks him this time, behind his middle, hard enough that it sends him almost tumbling forward and they swing. Forward then backwards. He digs the heels of his shoes into the dirt but the motion is stronger. He feels sick, and he feels angry, and he is sad. 

“You are a bloody jerk, you know?” Joel says behind him, as clear as the times he’s imagined this confrontation. Etho thinks about turning around to make this official, seal the deal by seeing the disdain in his face. It will make this real and not something his mind thinks to torture him. But he doesn’t. He stays put. Barely holding his pieces together. 

“No one asked you to go so you didn’t go?”

“A lot of people asked me.”

“Of course they did.”

“You are awful.”

I know, he says under his breath, I am.

Joel plops back with a groan, frustration as loud as his heart. Etho thinks about leaving. Etho thinks about Joel chasing. 

“Let’s break up, then,” Joel says instead. Etho scrunches the fabric of his pants, gripping the edge of the swing until warmth replaces the frosty feeling in his palm, in his fingers. “Since you clearly don’t like me, and barely tolerate people seeing us together.”

“I don’t dislike you.”

“You act like you do.”

“Have you considered that maybe I hate myself?”

“I have, actually, and I think you are stupid for it. Also, projecting much? ‘It’s a phase. You’ll grow out of it.’ Oh give me a blummin’ break—”

“You didn’t even like guys before me.”

“Oh, gee, I found the one guy I liked and realized things about myself. Who would’ve thought. Maturing, learning about one self? Unheard of. Crazy. Madness. You are stupid. We have decades ahead of us still, and—”

“Which is why you should have your fun now. Leave all this after, and get your—”

Joel makes the move to kick him again, but Etho turns, grabbing his ankle in time to stop him. He holds him in place while he glares, Joel glares back then yanks his leg back. He sees him under the little light, the lines and curves that make his face, his eyes, his nose. The lines of his lips, pursed lips, the small movements as he holds back his words. Joel huffs and turns to the side, staring at the side of the swing, and he keeps his eyes on him. On the side of his jawline, tracing the line from below his ear to his chin, glazing down the area from his jaw to his neck until he finds the point where skin and collar meet. 

He imagines him in a nice suit, pressed and neat, hair a mess like always, a stupid smirk on his lips and ego in his eyes. It’s easy, much too easy to picture him under the lights laughing and being a menace. Hand in hand with someone else, a nice girl swooning for him. The jealousy of the other girls, all the girls who would be thrilled to be with him. A nice girl to take home to meet his parents, a nice girl to date, to marry, to move in together. Someone like him, something good for him to have children with. A family. Build a life with. Someone nice, a nice girl that will make him happy. Her in her white dress, him putting a ring on her finger. 

“You don’t like me,” Joel repeats, softer and there is a missing edge in his tone. Not quite defeat, but closer every time. Acceptance is too far in the horizon, so far Etho hasn’t found it either. He sighs, he closes his eyes. Etho wishes he could pry his eyes. “You drive me insane. How’s that one song go? You’re hot then you’re cold, something like that. You want me, then you don’t. You don’t like me.”

Then find someone who does.

Joel sighs again, melting into the nest as he drops an arm over his eyes, a broken sound before he speaks. “Do us both a favor and just break up with me, asshole.”

No.

“You are selfish.”

I am.

“God, I’m fucking pathetic.” Joel mumbles, Etho fixates on his lips. They part then seal. A turmoil of thoughts and words, unspoken. His instinct is to deny, to comfort, lie. Lie. To him, to himself. He feels a matching or worser mess. 

“I… I hate myself more than I could ever love you. You… You are not like me. You are more than me. Too good for me.”

“You’re just a boy. Just… Just a boy, who likes another boy. I know, Etho. I know. You are just… you. And I’m me.” Joel jerks, rips his arm from his face before pushing himself up. And they swing, back and forth, Etho’s feet hanging in the air. Even angry, Joel looks good. Cute. It’s easy to like him, much too easy. And how horribly hard it is to let go. “It’s obvious. I… Etho, it’s obvious. I know. I’ve known for a long time. You can’t bring yourself to admit that you’re—”

“I can’t!” he snaps. “Fine. I can’t. And I won’t say it. Happy?”

“Coward.” 

“Want a prize?”

“No, I just want my boyfriend to stop being a massive idiot before I walk away and he lives the rest of his stupid life regretting it.” 

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wheeze. i forgot today is day 50. and nothing special today. have some angst ig. i dont like how it turned out, but hey. it's written and therefore no longer my problem 👍