#I’ll edit it later probably

[cherrypicked-pearls]

Day 5 of Terukane week: dancing! Basically Akane wakes up in Teru’s bed after an unplanned sleepover and makes breakfast. Somehow they end up dancing in the kitchen like dorks.

WOOOOOOOO LAST FIC OF THE YEARRR BABY‼️‼️ Happy Terukane week to those who celebrate <3

[eviesqueezie]

see, i used to dream of wide farmland that stretched across my backyard. of a bed i sank into every night but had no qualms getting out of every morning. now, i just dream of a night where i sleep right through. where i’m not plagued by nightmares of a twisted reality that haunts me and pushes down my throat until tears and bile eventually push back.

“pony,” soda starts, nudging me with his elbow lightly, making the world around me fade back in as i lose concentration on my thoughts. “dinner, darry made lasagna.”

i nod and start to stand up, losing my energy to reply at even just the thought of opening my mouth wider than the gap i needed it open to breathe.

i can feel sodapop staring at me now so i flash him the best smile i can, probably looking more like a grimace, but i tried my best.

that’s all i can really do now, try my best.

[goldenwilmon]

Inspired by, in honor of Omar’s iconic tweet…

[deklo]

ok i’m working on the first very quick messy sketches of the bee short story comic and BOYYYY did i underestimate how long it will be lmao

[awildwriter]

Well ive sure been writing tell yah that much

[shenenenigans]

round 4 | bloom

this is lowkey incoherent sorry. all of sirius’s thoughts in round 4. i spat out words on a page no editing no nothing idk anymore. also warning for typical sirius flower body horror i guess it’s barely there though good luck soldiers

@apriciticreveries @aakaneeee @4listr @rockwgooglyeyes @starry-skiez

@verdantlights @awaggaa @nottoonedin @bluemoonscape @paradisedisconcert

sirius isn’t human. sirius barely exists. barely breathes. when they step onto the stage, they know this is true.

part of their brain knows what they’re doing is wrong. sirius still pushes anyway. for what they want. what they need. even if it hurts.

humans can’t win. humans will always lose. mankind has already lost everything. their power, their love, their gods, their dignity. in this world, humanity can no longer be attributed to humans. humans are pets. no better than those wild dogs from old tales that have since been erased from the universe, gone without a trace.

the aliens on this planet do not dream of life. the aliens on this planet long for death. they long for control, for other races to sink below them. their status rises more and more for every human life squashed by their hands. 

this is why, sirius thinks, that they are not a human. sirius takes and takes and takes. every life taken and transformed by them has become steps of a staircase leading to their newly found authority. the aliens will look up to sirius. sirius could burn them all, alien ashes spread like petals across the ground they walk on.

the world is blurry around the corners of their eyes. every step they take is wobbly, and yet they only turn further away from their opponent. when sirius feels a hand stretch out toward them, they nearly leap to avoid it. no, they won’t be saved. there’s no need to be saved. they’re right where they want to be.

sirius drops to their knees. the song hasn’t ended. the lights haven’t begun to fade. a red flower petal claws its way up their throat, painting the ground as it falls from their parted lips. everything shakes. 

it’s cold. a shiver runs through sirius’s whole body. they spit out more petals. 

and finally, it happens.

their lower back bursts open with vines. stems of flowers explode from where they’ve been implanted into sirius’s body so long ago. it stings, a little bit.

are you happy now? a voice rings in their head. can you feel it now? do you understand it now?

yes. yes, they’re happy. of course. always. sirius is happy. but—

are you proud of yourself?

do you see what you’ve done?

the people you’ve hurt, do you see them now?

our voices, can you hear us now?

deep down, her consciousness speaks to her. she’s afraid.

for the first time in a long time, sirius chokes out a sob. she collapses on the floor, the icy ground striking straight through her heart. she rolls over, gazing up at the bright lights of the stage.

it looks like the sun.

when she turns, she sees the crowd. lightsticks are everywhere.

it looks like the stars.

tears well up in her eyes when she looks at her opponent, dante, after avoiding him this entire time.

it’s over, now. sirius will wake up in noct’s laboratory next. sirius will stare at the dead bodies of helia, hanno, and ambys and she will hear their voices. she will feel the weight of her sins crush at her shoulders.

i’m sorry i’ve been so stupid. i’m sorry i couldn’t see reality. i thought this experiment would fix everything. but what good will it do now? i am my monster. i wanted to create my own humanity. i wanted to own. to control. i wanted to feel. i wanted to create. i wanted the world at my fingertips. 

i got what i wanted in the end, i think. it came at a very high cost. i can’t face you.

will you hold me, if i asked? will you cherish me, if i asked? will you love me, if i asked? it’s cold. it’s empty. it makes me feel alone. i feel so alone. would you look at me? would you keep me safe? would you lock me away? would you kill me? would you destroy me? would you melt me? i can’t do it. i don’t want to anymore. i regret it all. 

i did this. i wanted this. i won. i win. i’ll keep winning. i’ll keep running. i’ll keep creating. 

i hope that in another universe, i’m nothing like how i am now. i hope that i’m happy. i hope that i live for myself. i hope that i have morals. i hope that i apologize. i hope that i forgive.

i hope that i burn. fade into ashes.

and then the lights disappeared.

[dressycobra7]

ok so here’s a update from my last post: just finished episode 34 of one piece and omgggg Nami!?!? My giiiiirrrllll 😭😭 I was a bit confused at first on why she was being so mean to the boys and couldn’t fully get why she’d do that. like I understood the other stuff like why she was with Arlongs crew (although not gonna lie that took me a couple episodes to get it)

like at first in episode 31 and 32 I thought Nami was a bitch for stealing the ship, and was definitely curious about how she’d get back with the crew (cause I saw some future clips of her with the crew so I was curious about that) considering what she did but I thought it was nice that she helped Zoro escape and everything and thought that was a nice way of telling the viewer that she is still on their side technically but was just trying to push them away

also that Arlong guy is a bitch and I hate him

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[athena-xox]

If I were to write a long eah rewrite would anyone beta read?

Edit: I’ve made another post that pinned with more details about this if you’re interested

[koukaaa-descent]

tell me more about monsoon and indigo please (politely) ((its Hollie and Rose)) (((Rose is our Bracken)))

HI AGAIN HOLLIE IMGLAD YOU LIKED LAMP,,, HELLO ROSEITS NICE TO MEET YOU 👋👋👋

starting with monsoon,,

Monsoon gestated on Vow and was born there. Its birdlike attributes came about because a manticoil died and was absorbed into the soil almost directly above Monsoon’s incubation area, further changing its features. A Bracken is a very adaptable creature in its early life stages.

Monsoon’s beak isn’t explicitly hooked as you might expect in a hawk or falcon. It has a small curve and remains very sharp but seems otherwise harmless. (Indigo would say otherwise; whilst raising Monsoon, it bit him enough times while feeding that he has enough scars to cover half of his hands and some even go up to his forearms. Three bites went down to the bone. Monsoon has, indeed, consumed some small pieces of Indigo.)

The blue dots scattered on Monsoon’s body are a result of a regular variation in Bracken markings, typical of the baseline species. They work typically to confuse its prey or otherwise disorient, seeing as the contrast between the reds and stark blues serves to strain most of its prey species’ eyes. This usually presents in normal brackens as varying browns, light blues and whites.

They also have a lot of symbolism for Indigo. Beneath the light, they appear to be a stark shade of (the color) indigo. Indigo considers them to be the mark that he himself has left on Monsoon’s life.

Monsoon is a ‘special case’ among brackens regarding symbiotic behaviors typically shown with the ones that raised it. Normally, a Bracken leaves their pseudo parents after reaching a juvenile age. Monsoon stays with Indigo far beyond that age range, and displays behaviors that are incredibly odd. You could consider Monsoon to be technically tame. (It is still a wild thing!!!! A very wild thing!!!)

There have been no recorded cases of a Bracken being raised by a humanoid before then. This excludes Masked and Coil-heads. Thus, the behaviors that Monsoon has adopted are recognizable as Indigo’s own habits, body language, and tones.

Monsoon’s kind of like a very large bird. It does sometimes ‘preen’ the foliage on its back. (Yes, it tries to preen Indigo too, to varying success.)

Monsoon runs fairly cold, as it does not have blood.

It does not have bones.

It does have organs.

Monsoon has never met another Bracken, but has interacted closely with Nutcrackers, Masked and jesters. (It likes the music :])

Monsoon is very flexible. It does not have bones to restrain it.

It’s an extremely messy eater. Indigo mostly just lands on March or Vow and lets Monsoon hunt down some manticoils. There have been multiple occasions where Monsoon’s dragged a masked’s corpse back half eaten, oftentimes with the masked still writhing. It’s kind of like how cats drag rats back home.

Ok. Ok I could say More. But I have to move onto Indigo or else I never will

Indigo has four molars and an overbite.

He cannot hear amazingly well, but his sense of hearing is very keen in regards to small, barely audible sounds. For example, he would sooner pick up on a Bracken’s leaves rustling a room away than he would a jester’s song. There are certain frequencies that Indigo cannot hear at all (which also ties in a bit regarding his struggle to hear a jester’s song.)

His eyes are rounded and fairly similar to a Bracken’s, minus the glow. They’re just a solid, glassy white. He is not blind.

Due to his biological composition, there are certain entities who may entirely ignore him. Coil-heads, Masked and Nutcrackers never pay much attention to him unless he explicitly attempts to catch their attention. The chances that they outright ignore his presence are about an 80/20 ratio.

Indigo does not have a good grasp of his emotions.

Indigo is the one who named Monsoon.

Indigo has no real idea how old he is physically, yet retains physical reflexes and body language from previous ‘iterations’ of him. (previous individuals/creatures he was made from.)

He has salivated blood before. Small amounts that stung the inside of his mouth. Wonder where that came from?

Indigo does not have a stomach.

Indigo spent 2 weeks of his life raising Monsoon. Before that, he’d only been alive for roughly four days and with his original crew for two days before getting two of them killed as a result of his actions. The third died in the attempt to protect him from a Masked, which was curious about him, which ultimately meant nothing.

There are incredibly small spines that extend from the bones of his spinal cord, usually remaining pressed flat against his skin to avoid chafing. The longest is only an inch long.

Indigo bites things a lot as a way to stim. It also feels good for his teeth.

Autism. He’s just not alive long enough to discover most of the symptoms aside from biting.

Again, he’s very bad at social interactions. He’s more likely to stare than he is to respond if you greet him.

this is all I can think of rn .,,,. My brain Empty….

[eviesqueezie]

curly grabs the salt shaker on the table before dousing it all over his fries and sliding it over to ponyboy who grimaces and adds less to his own.

picking up a fry, curly begins to speak again.

“yknow, mrs jameson can be a real dick. ever turned in your homework late?”

ponyboy raises an eyebrow but nods, digging into his own food.

“right, well this one time,” he pauses, taking a gulp of his milkshake. “she was real mean about homework, so i used to do it back when tim helped me. and i turn it in, what, a day late?”

ponyboy nods again, sliding over his chocolate milkshake to curly and taking his vanilla in a familiar swap that happens every time they come.

“this bitch decides to rip it up right in my face and got mad when i fought back?”

ponyboy pauses, biting his lip before he speaks.

“fuck you mean, fought back? no way you actually hit her..” he trails off, smirk itching at the sides of his mouth. curly grins. “no way!”

curly nods, taking a sip of the chocolate milkshake before swiping up a handful of fries.

“course i did, got moved outta her class though. and tim stopped helpin’ with homework.” he shrugs, kicking pony’s shin under the table.

“you really are something, curls.”

curly smiles harder, kicks his shin a little harder and leans forward a little further.

“you know ya like it, pone.”

[disconnectedkid]

@ask-steven-stevenson

@the-flys-buzz

Whoops my hand slipped

Please read the tags they explain stuff aughh

[child-eater-iii]

A lil’ bonding time (for one of my au’s)

[lovesdisrepute]

i went outside tonight even though it scared me; maybe because it scared me. we were floating on our backs in the water and abba was playing in my head. i’m not sure what was playing in yours but the sun set without us really noticing, too caught up in whatever we were avoiding / in each others’ eyes. we were thinking different, living different but we both looked up at the same second. both of our breathing stopped for a second, i think, just a beat. not enough for anyone but the cicadas to notice. we looked up and maybe even realized together why people thousands of years ago thought there had to be something magical about them; why people now are eager to figure out every reason for how something beautiful can naturally exist. how we can claim to be at the center of anything when obviously we are cradled by their light but not crowned.

[shaped-creatures]

Hello and welcome, this blog is mostly for posting my strange AU’s and scenarios along with miscellaneous doodles thrown in the mix.

The little freaks broke into my house beat me up and gave me a hyperfixation then left, can’t have shit in Scotland.

I’ve started AU posting now so look at my silly Rewritten Oracle AU if you want, it’s about the funny squares!

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[emilykat-artblog18]

The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot but it’s censored with TUGS hooters

Try and guess who’s whistle/horn belongs to.