#I think that's it?

[phantombasketofmuffins]

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

So I DONT believe this

But...

My brother was watching Ninjago with me and he pointed something out..

Remember harumi's dad?

Well my brother and I were watching the episode he was in because in forcing him to watch the whole show and he said he looked like Ronin?

And now he thinks that theyre the same person. I mean I kinda see it, like if ronin was to somehow sneak away and not get eaten or if he came back like Wu and pythor did.

But I still didn't really believe it... but then I found this

I DONT KNOW

I mean it'd be kinda funny but it is HIGHLY unlikely

[happyk44]

Nico grabbing an enemy by the wrist before they can strike down on him and it would be easy to steal the life from the pulse beneath his fingertips, turn the air in their lungs into his own, but there's a myriad of fighters around him and one life isn't going to power him enough to blast away them all when he's already so tired as it is. He wishes he was bigger, stronger.

He squeezes his hand tight around the wrist he holds back. It shatters. Their sword clatters to the ground. It's not a human noise they make - well, it is, they're human.

Until they aren't. Until boney spikes rip through their clothes, emerging sharp and dangerous from their spine. He squeezes harder. The skin around their skull ripples, like bugs crawling underneath. Then bursts blood and spit and flesh as their jaw unhooks. Teeth pitter-patter onto the ground as larger, sharper, whiter fangs emerge violently in their place.

Their face splits just above the nose as another jaw grows around their eyes, as their esophagus snaps and elongates upwards, as blood and flesh and viscera pour like an unholy flood, arms tearing, legs cracking, flesh hanging off bloody bone, nothing but a monster left behind.

Nothing but a nightmare.

It croons at him. The soul beneath is twisted, ugly, beautiful, spread thin across their new body, new bones, like the veins of their now still and battered heart. It pulses like the lungs torn by their feet once did.

The world has silenced itself in the emergence of Nico's new pet. He squeezes the new wrist, the bone firm and clean beneath his touch.

"Defend me," he whispers.

It croons again, shuffling back on four feet. The world quakes as it turns. The world shivers as it regards them, predator to prey, standing larger than them all, and far more dangerous as they ever recalled it to once be.

And the world screams when it lunges.

[dailytomlinson]

Sterling Heights recap

It was time for the legs to breathe now! Louis showed up wearing shorts paired with a 1017 ALYX 9SM shirt

Opening: The Greatest

Louis almost misses his cue during his entrance

Bigger Than Me is back, back again!

High In California remains in the setlist

Saved By A Stranger was sacrificed this time

Louis tells the crowd that was his favorite show so far

Closing: Silver Tongues

[emmalovesfitzloved]

Same for ships. Ship ranking time. But do all HisTSC ships, so both TID and TLH.

Okie :))

Thomastair

Wessa

Ghostwriter / Jordelia (depending on my mood I like one or the other more)

Gideon and Sophie

Charlotte and Henry

Jessa

Cecily and Gabriel

Anna and Ari

Magnus and Camille (their toxic love was fascinating)

Rupert and Tatiana ig

Jessamine and Nate (that was wild)

Alastair and Charles

[koi0boi]

Grieving My Own Death -

My teeth taste like rot. Cringing at the smell of my own breath I realize I don't remember the last time I brushed my teeth. They feel slimy, it's utterly disgusting but I can't bring myself to move much less go to a whole nother room.

My entire body feels like it's rotting, actually. Covered in a sickly and warm sweat, as well as dull aches and throbbing bruises. What a perfect corpse-to-be I am. Beats being an imperfect, downright unpleasant and savory alive person. I suppose.

I've been laying in my bed for so long I'm actually starting to collect dust. It itches at my sensitive skin, causing hives to form. I'd scratch at them if I could move my heavy arms, but I find I'm far too weak to do so.

My bed’s a bit like a coffin, or a grave. Well, they better hold the funeral procession quick, else my body will be a plie of bugs and dirt and bones. Not great for an open casket.

The passage of time reminds me of itself as I look over to my clock; almost three in the morning, it reads. I feel no more tired than i do when the sun's up and all the more awake, so I guess I'll be staying up.

The bugs infest themselves deeper.

My empty stomach turns and lerches, begging to throw up yesterday's lunch. I didn't eat anything yesterday. It settles for bile instead. It rushes forward through my throat up to my mouth, and, too tired and too lazy to swallow, I gag.

I'm shivering despite being all too hot. Craving blankets despite the sweat. My fan wrrs as it spits cold and humid, hot and dry, air at me. My confusing temperature gives my head a reason to ache but gods knows it does not need one.

Flies and beetles and such crawl around under my skin, disturbing my flesh. I can feel eggs being lain under my tongue and larva crawling between my teeth, wiggling underneath my gums. I can feel flowers grow from my organs and bones, a gruesomely beautiful display. A mixture of chrysanthemums, poppies, and lilies sprout from me, all a stark white.

As I look down at myself, laying there in my own rot, I smile. Smile at the flowers and the bruises and the blood and I wonder if this is what beauty is, if what I was missing was rotted flesh and flowing tears.

Maybe an open casket wouldn't be so bad.

[magnum-oopsies]

Reminder that I'm a work in progress and people love me. People will still love you if you are incomplete or growing! You don't have to figure all out on the first day, that's just unrealistic lol

Heart emoji for all >:)

[ghostyclay]

Should i start posting multifandom stuff?

Idk I've always hyperfixated on one fandom REALLY hard for like 1-3 yrs (warrior cats -> mha -> danganronpa -> dsmp/osmp -> qsmp -> hermitcraft?)

But idk currently my brain isn't like violently latching onto any fandoms and making my entire identity revolve around it. Hermitcraft is cool n all but no matter how hard i try, my hyperfixation on it isn't as strong as i want it to be :<

So i though i might like, branch out a bit? Imma prob still mainly post hermitcraft, but i might occasionally mention dungeon meshi, saiki k, bbc merlin and some other stuff! (more in the tags)

!!!IF YOU GUYS WATCH ANY OF THESE, LEMME KNOW!!! or if you have any suggestions for other mcyts / animes / video games that i might find cool :D

[aredeemantagonist]

suffering from severe writers block so yeah

[siffrins-therapist]

@hetaween-event Day 3: witchcraft 🔮🐲🦄

I got switched to different shifts at work this week, and now I have some catching up to do :')

[agonizedembrace]

low energy the past couple days, replies and such will come gradually 😭

[quinnthebard]

WIP Wednesday :)

A snippet from Like the Dawn, my funky little eighth umbral calamity au thingy? AO3 Summary:

At the world's darkest, just past the events of the Eighth Umbral Calamity, G'raha Tia spends his days surviving. No one woke him up with a plan, the Ironworks crew having not survived long enough to devise such ideas or mechanisms. The world is lost and hope's light snuffed out.Or so he thought until he peered into his mirror and saw her, an echo of someone he knew long ago. Suddenly, an ember thought long dead, rekindled. Reincarnation is a myth right?Then, like the dawn, hope rises and his destiny takes a turn he hadn't foreseen.

The rustle of the reeds from the near barren lake’s shore feels ominous. A wind stirs. The hairs on her arms stand tall. Instinctively, she reaches a hand towards her weapon and she looks around and sniffs the air, the intense scent of ozone, of aether making her nose wrinkle.

Hear…

Saoirse’s heart pounds. Hear wha—

A scream pierces the sky and she runs.

It can’t be very far. The scream was so loud. The soles of her feet pound against the ground, her chest feels—

Feel…

—heavy, breaths shallow and she has to focus in order to keep them long and strong. Another shriek, closer, she thinks.

Think…

Resolution sets in and her fists clench. Exertion is taking its toll on her stamina but still she pushes onward until she reaches a small cavern, its crystalline formations a mix of the familiar blue and the out of place orange uncommon to the rest of Mor Dhona as known to her. On the ground, a child cowers and quivers in the face of a beast or—

—a nightmare more like.

Her blood runs cold at the sight of it. It’s hulking mass was a void of the deepest night. Light can not escape its darkness. Its limbs are barely identifiable within its miasma and the sanguine glow of its eyes felt unnatural. Whatever it is, it commands attention and power. Frozen, she stares, hands useless at her sides. Resting, holstered on her back, her bow is useless but for the first time she’s petrified, well and truly.

Surrender not, my child.

That voice. Saoirse feels like she should know it. It’s comforting, feels like a warm embrace. Caressing her, it floats on the breeze, seemingly audible to only her and with it, the strength to reach back and knock an arrow, taking aim at the creature threatening an innocent child.

A deep breath, steady aim, right at the heart. Or what she assumes is.

Look thee to the Light.

Exhale. Release.

Her quarry roars, rearing tall on its hind legs. The arrow struck true.

“Run!”

The child, a young elezen, whips to look at her, eyes wide and red from crying. He needs comfort but there’s no time. “Run, I said! You must leave! Hide!”

But the child hesitates and, taking advantage of the opportunity, the beast lunges.

It is like time has slowed. Saoirse has no time, yet an eternity to react. Her instinct fuels her, she knows what will happen and what must be done to protect the innocent. And so she does.

First, she reaches to her waist and yanks her knife from its holster. In desperation, she throws. It’s unpracticed but effective. The blade does little damage but it successfully pulls attention to her. Another roar, deafening. Her heart pounds.

Deep breaths.

Again, she knocks an arrow, watching as this time the beast bounds straight for her.

Feel…

Wait. Patience. She must have patience. Darkness incarnate races towards her; its fists pound into the ground impatient to instead impact with her flesh.

Think…

It’s close now. She can smell its rancid, foul odor. Its bitter, much like its heart must be. Just a bit more. Her arm aches from holding her position but then finally—finally—it is time.

Exhale. A silent prayer. Release.

The arrow flies true, leaving an otherworldly trail of light in its wake until it strikes the fiend in the eye, driving in deeply. It takes her a moment to register the scent of ozone that lingers but then she realizes—aether. Her suspicions are confirmed when the arrow bursts felling the beast, its shriek of pain stopping in an instant. The world falls silent with it, all is still except for the heaving of her chest as she processes what just happened.

Then there’s the sound of something falling to the crystalline ground, delicately tinkling until it settles. Verdant eyes search until she spies what caused it. There, just ahead, near the body of the beast lies a crystal. It is completely different from that which makes up Mor Dhona. It is not simply a piece broken from the star, left to crumble but instead a seemingly crafted vessel of sorts. It glows gently.

She chews her lip in thought as she approaches, worrying it between her teeth. Saoirse is unsure what to make of it but it seems to call to her. Words echo, deafening yet silent. It speaks to her directly to her mind.

Hesitantly she reaches out and as her fingers touch its smooth, strangely warm surface, her vision goes black.

[dappersautismcreature]

*quietly walks into mcytblr*

*stage whispers with one hand on the side of my face*

oh these guys have graphs O___________O

[imrllytootiredforthis]

hiii, do you still only write for txt and skz ? i’ve noticed enhypen talk on here too ! pls let us know if you’ve added any new grps to ur roster lmfaoo

i do write for txt and skz, i also write for ateez.

i have talked abt enhypen on here but idk if i'm opening asks for the whole group yet-i stanned them a pretty long time ago and haven't gotten that much into them since but my obsession with puppy jake has been reignited. i will write asks for jake rn-i'm not totally sure abt full fics...i might eventually open that up and start writing for the whole grp but maybe not at the moment. i am pretty busy.

i also have written a few hard thoughts for a few anime characters-i dunno if anyone really wants me to start writing for them but i would let you know which ones i would be open to writing hard thoughts/fics for if anyone wants

[curarems]

A few weeks ago I made this post and after visiting a bookshop and sneaking in some photos of the back of the covers, I have more! Buckle up.

Have some Wyrd Sisters, once again brought to you by my terrible translating skills

IN THIS BOOK ARE:

#headlessStubbornGhosts

#handOfFateWeightedWithAHammer

#shyBoulder

#aTomcatThatCanEasilyOverpowerABear

#theCourtJesterTrappedInLove

How to add fuel to a broomstick mid-flight, you'll find out on page 173

[demadogs]

this happened months ago. i cannot keep it in any longer. a while ago i went on a porn site ive never been to and it asked if i was over 18 and i misclicked and said no and it automatically sent me to google images of puppies and kittens. i still cannot get over how funny this is.