#First time posting a story

[haradriellukas]

I had a weird dream, so I decided to write it and make it everybody's problem. Note: this happens at the start of a zombie apocalypse scenario.

He opened his mouth, biting the air where her arm was only a second ago.

Stepping back, she was scared until he started laughing, then her fear turned into rage.

"YOU CLOWN" She spit angrily while slapping him "IF YOU GET ME INFECTED I'LL BITE YOU BACK JUST FOR SPITE GET IT?! E THEN I'll KILL MYSELF"

(Even in her wildest nightmares killing him wasn't a possibility)

This only made him laugh even more, and he kept smiling in good mood until she slept, and only then he allowed himself to pull up his sleeve and look at the cut that was in his arm. It was a tiny little thing and in any other day, he wouldn't pay it any mind but it hadn't stopped bleeding ever since he got it and the blood seemed darker? He observed it a bit more through narrowed eyes before closing them and putting his hands over his face, and with a wobbly smile he called:

"Houston, we have a problem" Said weakly.

But the person who was supposed to hear this, the one who always helped him no matter how ridiculous or hard was the problem, was sleeping soundly. He opened his lips and prepared to speak once more before giving up. With a sigh he took his hands out of his face and finally let his tears fall.... It seems that this time he was on his own.

Next morning she would find a note saying he was going to look for supplements, so she went around the neighborhood, making herself useful while waiting, but hours passed, then days and weeks, the country was in quarantine and he still hadn't come back.

In the house, a gunshot is heard.

(Is there a reason to live when your world isn't there anymore?)

[mont-del-clare]

Author’s Note: This was inspired by a dream I had. Because it was a dream a good amount will be vague. Anyways I might add more onto this but probably not. I am satisfied as it is for now. I have another project I’ve put way too much time into that I’m currently working on. It is my main project. I love it and it is my priority.

Rise of the Flower Queen

By Mont Del Clare

She cried out as fell to her knees beside the river. Pain. White hot pain. Her bones thrummed underneath her skin. She clawed at the ground. Dirt burying itself underneath her nails. Ice. began to spider web from her fingertips. The water closest to her turned cold. Frozen to stone. She knew the journey would be difficult and unpredictable but the pain that gripped her was a surprise. She wanted to call out for her sisters. But they had gone ahead. Not far but not close enough to hear or see her pain.

She felt something warm brush against her side through her pain. A small creature. A cat. Its eyes reflect something akin to sympathy. It was trying to soothe her. She felt a touch of gratefulness at the creatures attempt. Her trembling hand reached out to it. The cat pulled back. An uncertainty caused its body to stiffen. She glanced at her hand. The cold energy still flowed through her hand. She slowly began to breathe through her pain, slowly drawing the energy back.

“Sister!”

“Margarita?! Sister?!”

Her sisters’ fearful voices brought on relief-filled tears. She wouldn’t die alone. Their voices mixed together in a choir of fear, panic and confusion as comforting hands reached out to Margarita. Margarita tried to assure them that she wasn’t physically wounded. They calmed for a few moments.

The cat observed all three of the sisters curiously.

“Where did this small creature come from? Why is it here?” Margarita’s eldest sister asked

“There are others, sisters.” the second sister announced

There were others. Several different species of creatures. All possible natives of the surrounding area. But why were they here? They seem to be almost waiting.

“Murielle? Why do they wait like that?” the second sister asked the eldest in awe

Murielle observed the creatures as she held Margarita closely. Her eyes scanned the wooded area before she spotted the frozen sections of the water. The animals seemed to wearily observe them back. The sisters were, after all, foreigners in their home.

“They seem to be waiting for an apology, Metztli.” Murielle explained as she carefully helped Margarita into a sitting position.

“An apology?” Metztli questioned as she sat near her sisters

“Yes. Our dear sister turned their water to ice in her pain.” the eldest pointed out

Margarita felt guilt as she turned to start at the nearly frozen river. It seemed incredibly out of place under the bright sun and the greenery.

The pain had dulled down to a throb allowing Margarita to relax some.

“How do we apologize?”

“Its not us that they want an apology from. Just Margarita.”

They were taught three main rules when traveling. One was to be careful with magic. The second was to respect nature and its habitants. The last was that ancient things are to be respected.

“Okay. How do I apologize?”

“That is up to the inhabitants, my dear sister.”

Margarita watched the animals. They seemed uncertain but the small cat approached her once more. It rubbed its head on Margarita’s knee before Margarita placed a gentle hand on its head.

The cat rubbed its head into her hand pleased before returning to the group of animals. Another stepped forward and Margarita repeated the same action. They also accepted her gesture. A larger tiger-like creature with horns approached carefully. Margarita felt intimidated at his size. She shakily reached for his head. Her fingers grazed his rough horn and he huffed out an irritated sound. She quickly clutched her hand to her chest. He waited. She took a steady breath before slowly and firmly petting him. He pressed his head into her palm before pulling away. Several other small animals followed before they disappeared into the forested area.

The sisters sat together in awed silence. They waited for Margarita to recover before they continued their trek to their destination.

It was several days before the sisters found the ruins. It was said to be a place of great power. A weapon that had turned the tide of many wars. Only those accepted into the ruins would have the chance of an attempt at finding this weapon.

Margarita passed under one of the old arches onto cracked stone steps. There a few feet away stood a huge figure. His dark ancient eyes did a critical once over, over her. He was intimidated in all his height and power. He was at least six feet and his figure was one of a warrior. Or maybe a guardian? His long dark hair contrasted against his brilliant grayish armor. All of his being screamed power. Ancient power.

“What do you want, human?”

“We seek a weapon. Our home is being threatened. We’ve traveled far. Its the only hope for our home. Our people”

“We? I only see you, human.”

“My sisters and I. They believe I am the one that needs to wield this weapon.”

“There is no weapon here. Leave.”

Margarita felt an impatient raise inside her. Her family and her home would fall into her corrupted uncle’s rule. He was manipulating all those around them. Her home would fall if she couldn’t get the approval of this guardian to let her have the weapon.

“No.” she replied as she raised her chin and shifted her stance for a fight. Her magic danced along her fingers at her side.

He glared at her. His eyes sparked an unnatural blue before he appeared inches from her. His hand raised to her and her magic reacted.

A strange string of magic exploded between them. He stood unharmed but a new emotion filled his eyes.

Something had shifted. Something that could cause an extensive change in creation. A shift he felt obliged to guard.

He let out a tired sigh as he spoke.

“I accept.”

“Truly?!”

“Yes.”

“I am grateful.”

They waited. Watching each other,

“Umm…where is the weapon?”

“It is here.”

He stepped back. An energy flowed out of him. As energy formed at his back. Large powerful wings. Energy formed wings. Energy filled his left palm and a large bow manifested into his palm. It was made of dark wood but the bow string vibrated a brilliant blue.

The sisters returned home. The Guardian, Osiris agreed to join once he was ready.

The snake was already slithering around the castle. Attempting to poison all.

Margarita would be crowned. Her treacherous uncle Aiolos, refused to give up. He would go after his sister in law. He would rule. He gifted her things. Things that would be frowned upon if others in the court were aware. One such gift was an amulet. Its power was in fertility. The promise of three births instead of just one. Heirs. His heirs. Heirs that could he could puppetry. Margarita’s mother was loyal to her family. She would also continue to love her husband into the afterlife.

Margarita grew enraged and tired of such insulting gifts presented to her mother. So she planned to confront the sly worm.

A meeting room. One that appeared private and quiet. Aiolos would take comfort in that. Something she could take advantage of.

He entered confidently. Arrogant as always.

Margarita started with simple issues of the kingdom. Ones’ she was aware that he caused, with his misdeeds. Ones he swatted away cleverly. She stood as she paced the room. Now came the fun part. She asked him about his thoughts on her coronation. Her rule. He attempted to remain supportive. Before his own snake like poison began to seep from his lips.

He had been rejected by her mother. He made advances at her now. She shifted away. He saw it as her playing coy and innocent. She felt his words crawl over her like a thousand little bugs. Power hungry. Disgusting. Treacherous. He approached her like prey. She did not let him intimidate her.

She reached over into a wooden chest. Several familiar items scattered across the long meeting table. The amulet being the most condemning.

She felt his mood change. He coiled.

“Now dear uncle. Have you seen these items before?”

She received no response. Aiolos’ eyes were glued to the amulet.

Margarita picked it up. The small metal picture of three goddesses dangled on the chain.

“Hmm. Seems like you have taken a liking to this amulet.” Margarita spoke as she stepped around the table. Circling her uncle.

His eyes darted away from her and the amulet. He seemed to be looking for a way out. There were guards outside the meeting room. What would they say if they saw him hurrying out? What is he somehow just pocketed the amulet, damn all the other gifts. That old shriveled hag wasn’t as lost or desperate as he thought. She was smart too.

“It's an interesting piece.” his voice wobbled

No. He would have to burn all the gifts. He would have to convince or make use of other methods to keep such rumors from leaving this room. Keep it from reaching others in the court. It was all damned. He needed a way out.

“Uncle Aiolos? Are you okay? You seem preoccupied.” Margarita asked innocently

“Oh all will be well.” he replied as he turned on her quickly

There was a small struggle. He pinned her to the wall. His back pressed into hers.

“I could snap your neck before you spread such lies. You made a mistake, that's all. Or maybe I could forgive you. You could make it up to me right now.” he hissed

His sickening words stirred Margarita into a panic. She twisted. She swung an elbow. It caught Aiolos in the face causing him to stagger before he lunged at her. Their magic clashed. He tried sending electricity through her and she deflected it. The lightning shattered a window. Not a sound either was worried about. The guards were instructed not to enter unless she ordered them too. Margarita could enjoy this fight.

He attempted his attack once more and this time Margarita focused her energy into her hand. He struggled as she snatched his arm and pulled him forward. Her hand harshly struck the side of his face.

He yelled out in pain and anger as he stumbled. The table screeched across the stone ground as he grasped onto it.

He took several angry breaths before he glared at her. An ugly black mark consumed half his face. Deep frostbitten skin. She wished the ice reached his brain.

“So all can see how vile you are. You can no longer hide behind a kind face.”

A furious roar tore through Aiolos’ mouth as he once more threw himself at her. She stood unmoving as he directed his magic at her.

His magic clashed into a powerful and strange magic. He stepped back as uncertainty choked him.

His eyes wildly searched around for a source. No one but her.

He stood once more but froze as he looked over to the shattered window. He raced past Margarita towards his freedom.

Margarita felt the world slow as she whirled around to reach out for her uncle.

He was mad. Desperate.

She wouldn’t reach him. He had caught her off guard. The bastard.

A rush of air surprised them both as Aiolos was tossed back.

There standing in the room with them was a familiar figure. One Margarita was all too happy to see.

“Osiris.” Margarita said as he approached to stand at her side. He glared down at her uncle.

[moon-doodle]

i got headaches on headaches on headaches all day

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chair + helmet for funsies

[lululawrence]

You Should Be Here With Me

A 2024 Advent Fic by lululawrence

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 33k | 24/25 Chapters

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks.

Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table.

Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

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[demigods-posts]

imagine a world where the heroes of olympus series was one big crossover. a world where we meet an eleven year old boy named jason, no last name because it reminds him of his mother — a drunk who literally threw him to the wolves as a toddler. jason, who's earliest memory is chewing on a stapler and his older sister tending to the wound on his bottom lip — but he hasn't seen or heard from her since they were separated years ago. jason, who grew up reaching for the sky like a purpose, desperate for a chance to prove himself. jason, who fought to save the world at fifteen years old. and jason, who finds himself in the grand canyon four months later with no memory of who he is or where he came from, feet away from some frantic sixteen year old girl in search of some dude named percy jackson. imagine what this could have been.

[hellboundhimbo]

WOE MEME DUMP BE UPON YE here’s part 1 lol

ignore the fact the last one is in a completely different format than the rest of them xoxo it wasn’t planned to be part of the dump but i figured id include it.

[ghirahimbo]

evil time loop escape conditions where you can't get out until you've fuucked up your life in the most spectacular way possible, confident that the next night will reset the slate as usual.

instead, the next day comes.

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

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--Full Series--

This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[yusiyomogi]

remember when some bnfs said that people are reading dunmeshi wrong and kabru never actually wanted to take care of mithrun. which is, some interesting character interpretation aside, a straight-up lie, since kabru kept taking care of mithrun even when no one asked him to, including when mithrun was surrounded by his semi-official caretakers. but for some reason a bunch of people went "if a popular artist says this, it has to be true". that was wild.

[silentgrim]

picking up where we left off...

[uncanny-tranny]

"If men got periods/needed abortion/got ovarian or breast cancer, those resources would be handed out like candy! They'd be more plentiful than ATMs!!"

You mean perisex cis men. You mean perisex cis men. Say what you mean.

I'm a trans man. I avoid all medical care because ninety percent of my doctors have not treated me properly because I am a trans man. I am acutely aware that doctors would be more than happy to not provide me care on the basis of my being trans, even if it costed my life.

Every time I so much as think about the doctors, I'm reminded of men like Robert Eads - of how my care is at the whim of the opinions a doctor has about my life. And because of my own past negative experiences, I hesitate to open my patient portal to schedule an appointment. When I have gotten a good doctor, it's not been the rule, it's the exception. I have a doctor right now who I'm lucky to see, who actually treats me like a human being. I'm celebrating that a doctor finally treats me like a person.

If you want to group all men as being the same, I hope you're willing to have that blood on your hands. Because that care is routinely kept away from men, and it's a real, tangible, systemic issue.

I don't talk about this because I see being trans as this negative thing, but because I want to continue living and I want my trans siblings to live. I understand the frustration that people have who say this - it's another systemic issue that also costs lives. However, I am alarmed at the trend of... forgetting or perhaps erasing that this is still an issue for men, that we literally aren't treated the same as somebody like a cis perisex woman. No doctor has ever treated me like one, and of that I know for a fact. And this is a simple fix - be clear about who you mean when you talk about a group of people or a specific phenomenon. That applies when you are talking about any group of people because, generally, these overgeneralizations will be useless because it can't apply to everyone, and might just hurt a group of people you may not even be intending on hurting.

[fmnlibrary]

Thinking about how Percy is trying not to be 'special' from the beginning. Thinking about how out of place he feels. Thinking about Luke telling him, when he first arrives at camp half-blood, that this is the one place where, for the first time, he's just like everyone else. Thinking about Percy's prayer to his mom, how he talks about finding belonging and real friends.

Then thinking about Percy entering the Poseidon cabin for the first time, and Chiron's voice-over telling him that as a forbidden child, he is singular, even amongst demi-gods. Alone, again.

[sforzesco]

some "new" designs for different crassus and pompey, specifically for a side project I've been playing with that's so removed from anything relevant (action/adventure/horror standalone story lmao) that they kind of needed their own thing. this story's pompey has a neck scar from an Incident™, crassus has shorter hair and wears (checks notes) jewelry sometimes.

[vcrnons]

VERNON | F*ck My Life Official MV

[zu-is-here]

Has aim ever had a night terror?

safe.

[12/12] Happy birthday, baby boy ♡

I'm so late to reply the blog is deactivated already... :'D

Since Cross is the one who physiologically needs more sleep, Dream takes care of Aim at night (úwù) But maternal instincts often take over, so Cross tries to be close to his son <3

As for their morning routine, usually Dream is in charge of the basic things like feeding Aim, while Cross mostly plays with him ♪