#SPOILER ALERT for the next tags

[corujalesbica]

The owl house is over and idk what I'll do with my life from now on

[enakane]

Just finished watching Sabikui Bisco and i'm definitely feeling some type of way. Dunno what way but im feeling something? Music was banging tho

[blushedfemmes]

screamingggg i need every single butchfemme who’s ever loved jane austen or regency era period dramas to read “I Shall Never Fall in Love” by Hari Conner it’s a graphic novel feat. a queer romance and a transmasc MC and it’s extremely butchfemme and it’s so realistic to the time period and not sugarcoated at all and i literally just stayed up way later than i should have to finish it and oh my fucking god i need someone else to read this so i can scream about it with them. my fellow pride & prejudice femmes if you have ever daydreamed abt a butch darcy READ THIS BOOK I BEG

[mentallyunstablethembo]

(this is a Shen Yuan-centric fic, it is the prologue (?) to an au that I'm working on! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)

This starts like any other story.

Shen Yuan was born apart of a wealthy family, with loving, yet very busy parents, two older brothers and one little sister.

However, ever since he came out of the womb, he was weak and sick, his little soul already struggling to stay alive.

His heart was weaker than that of all of the other children, his lungs making it harder to breathe properly, his immune system struggling to keep up as his body rots and decays like a fresh carcass.

But none of that ever stopped him. He always did what he wanted, his weak body letting him have a lot of free time to do whatever caught his attention that day, his mind and hands usually occupied with something to do.

Shen Yuan was a bit of a loner, but that was fine by him, for he had everything that he ever wanted, that is, his siblings of course.

From the day he was born, his brothers always tried their best to be by his side, helping to raise him and spend time with him while their parents were busy with all of their work.

And ever since their little sister was born, Shen Yuan did the same for her as his brothers did for him.

Life was tough, but he did all that he could while constantly going in and out of the hospital, his passion for his interests only growing stronger.

He learned to play the guqin so that he and his erge could play sweet melodies together, sharing memories of wondrous songs and lullabies to soothe their souls.

He and his dage would then spend time together by playing different games such as weiqi, or 'go', as some people reffered to it. But they also enjoyed playing card games, especially uno, as Shen Yuan enjoyed the thrill of beating his siblings in the game, the satisfaction that he felt as he watched his siblings' distraught faces almost like a sweet nectar to his taste buds, it was simply addicting.

But it was with his meimei that he spent hours reading books and chattering about mundane things.

And it was also because of her and his erge that he picked up drawing and writing along the way as well, as he sought ways to bring their favorite things and ideas to life.

He loved his family dearly, and it was with their support and passion for his interests that he chose to study hard and become a literature teacher.

And he loved it too!

Teaching the next generation of students made him feel fullfilled, like he found his one and only purpose. And the kiddos loved him too.

Sure, he was a bit strict, and boy did he leave scathing reviews and seas of red on student essays, but it was fine!

They were high schoolers, they could handle it!

He taught them for a few years, the students loving him for his curious and excited personality, the way he at times was giddy to teach them new things in the most fun and interesting ways possible, with his classroom feeling comforting and fun due to his decor.

He adored teaching, and he adored the kids as well! And the kids adored him in turn. He wanted to teach for as long as he could.

Until he couldn't anymore.

The pain was all too much. His health was fine and stable enough for the past few years, and sure, there were a few times here and there when something happened, but other than that he was fine!

His decline in health was so sudden and unexpected, nobody could've seen it coming even if they wanted to.

One moment he was fine, teaching the kids like he normally would, and the next he suddenly blacked out as his body hit the floor.

He was suddenly stuck in the hospital again, constantly going in and out while his family tried to be there for him, everyone afraid of what was going to happen next.

By this time, Shen Yuan found the webnovel 'Proud Immortal Demon's Way'.

Curious, he decided to give the book a try, and stars did he fall in love with the story.

That is... Only the beginning.

The rest could burn.

Along with all of the nonsense the author put into it.

The story was good at the start, the world-building, fauna and interesting monsters being what pulled him in, until... It.. kind of spiraled out of control..?

Almost as if the author suddenly decided to say 'fuck it' and shoved his dick into the story, fucking up everything and making sure that all of it was coated in a nice sticky layer of nonsense and papapa scenes, destroying all that he ever created.

Shen Yuan did in fact leave scathing reviews on every chapter, yet also decided that he was bored enough to look closely through the story for any interesting lore, fauna or monsters, cataloging everything he found on the wiki, since that was what originally pulled him in.

He did have all the tine he could ever want, after all.

This journey took a while as well, so when the story finally finished, Shen Yuan felt a little bitter, upset at the way it ended while also deciding to just take a break finally.

... Only for the infamous author, also known as 'airplane shooting towards the sky' (a bit of a childish name, but who was he to judge?), decided to post all of his actual drafts, showcasing the backstories, all the peak lords, scrapped ideas and characters, places, and so much lore!

Shen Yuan wanted to print all of these drafts out, take aitplane out on a nice hang out session and then shove these pages down his throat. Or maybe just hit him with them. Repeatedly. On the head. Mainly so that his braincells that decided to each go their own seperate ways like a couple after a terrible divorce could come back together, because the other one 'changed' and they're 'doing it for the kids', and then hopefully beat the crap out of his non-existent pea brain. Maybe then would the author finally have a light light up in his head.

But of course, life hates Shen Yuan and so it decides to attempt its try at his heart, only to trip onto a panel of glass, shattering it as it failed miserably, because of course he would survive because his sister found him in time!

I would say 'good for him that he survived and avoided his death!', but Shen Yuan was, understandably so, very tired of life's bullshit.

He didn't go back to his home anymore, his condition so bad that he could only stay at the hospital.

His family visited him as much as they could, his sister always coming to visit after school so that she could hang out with him (and maybe get some help on her homework).

His erge would come by and stay for hours, the two would usually talk about the most mundane things, to their deepest wishes and most biggest regrets. They would talk about the future, if there were past lives, anything that crossed their minds as nothing was left unsaid between them. That is, until Shen Yuan's erge had to leave.

His dage would also come and visit him, usually spending their time together in comfortable silence, playing games or just watching movies together.

However, ever since Shen Yuan was little, there was always one thing that he liked the most about these horrendous situations.

He loved when his family would climb into the bed with him, whether it be his mother, sister or any of his brothers. But over the years, Shen Yuan thinks that his most favorite visits are with his father.

The man was always quiet, cold and distant to everyone, but so very gentle it sometimes ached Shen Yuan's heart. His father tried his best, tried everything and anything to ease the burdens that Shen Yuan had to carry, he did everything he could just like Shen Yuan's mother, but that wasn't why he adored the visits from his father.

Through the whole visit, his father would always hold his hand, listening as Shen Yuan talked about anything. And when Shen Yuan asked, he would also climb into the bed, his strong arms embracing his weak, yet so very soft child of his.

He would stay there for hours, as Shen Yuan's head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

In the end, however, it wouldn't be his father, or his mother, that would see Shen Yuan off.

His erge, his dear, beloved erge, would be the one to do so.

Shen Yuan was feeling so weak, so tired, as he was barely holding on, yet he still kept going for his family. It was one of those days where his erge would come and visit, but this time, he held a solemn expression when he looked at Shen Yuan.

Without a word, he quietly climbed into the bed with his little brother, holding him close as Shen Yuan's head rested on his chest, his fingers carding through his hair, careful to not tug on any of the tubes, cables or wires.

"You can go now", spoke his brother softly, tears slowly gathering in his eyes as he continued to pet his little brother's hair. "I'll take care of everyone, you can rest now."

And it was in this peaceful moment that Shen Yuan closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, never to wake up as he was wrapped in the gentle hold of his brother.

His sould drifted away, finally going to sleep.

Or so he thought, but that is a story for the next time.

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Author's note: this is for an au that I'm currently working on, it is only the start of the story and I really hope to write more for it! Hopefully...

Please keep in mind that I rarely write! This is my first time writing after like, what, at least a year or two? And even then, they were very short things that never saw the light of day, and were only shared with friends on discord.

I write only for fun, I do not write to be perfect or have the top writing style, and I quite don't care either! This is all only for fun and because I like it, so please keep this in mind!

My writing is not perfect and there will definitely be spelling errors, as english is not my 1st language and no matter how many times I re-read this, I still tend to miss said spelling errors-

With love,

- Onyx

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[fallenwhumpee]

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Warnings: inexplicit injury, strangling, military settings.

Leader pulled their legs up, trying to fit into the narrow gap of the bus seat. They hugged their bag, not really liking the fact that it restricted their movements, but also refusing to keep it out of their range. They just wanted to leave before someone changed their mind and sent them back.

The bus filled slowly as Leader sat still. Their muscles tensed quite a little when someone sat next to them, but they covered it as if they were just fixing their position. They wondered if they could ever get used to civilian life after everything. They sighed and relaxed all their muscles, letting go of the tenderness and hoping that it would help with occasional tremors. 

When the bus's engine shook the whole vehicle, Leader let their head drop to their bag, their worn-down body begging for their mind to shut down. But as always, they were thinking too much, and it was impossible to sleep with strangers around. They simply kept staring around, trying to ease their suspicion.

Within the first hour on the bus, the majority of passengers fell asleep. Leader wished they were among that crowd, but they never got what they wanted. The seat in front of them leaned back not long after, cramping the small space even more. With a silent curse, they stretched their arms at least, beginning to feel sore already.

They thought that things couldn't get any worse. They were wrong.

After six hours of misery, the bus pulled over absurdly. Leader would hit their head if they weren't so squished to their place.

"Routine control, everyone out," an officer barked through the doors. Leader didn't move immediately, waiting until everyone had gone out and made their way to the officer who looked like they were in charge.

Leader took out their military ID, hoping it would get them a softer approach.

"That's not going to clear you," the officer muttered.

"I only wish to be searched in private," Leader replied. They knew their badge would clear them, but they didn't have the energy to do so. "If that's not much trouble, of course. I don't want to scare people because..." Leader opened their bag slightly, revealing the handle of their gun.

The officer eyed Leader warily before nodding. "Follow me," they said, directing Leader to the back of the police car.

Leader followed silently, gripping their bag tighter as they reached for their wallet to prepare their licence along with their badge marking them as a captain, even though the officer didn't spare a glance at it. The cool night air and the distant murmur of other passengers being searched filled the silence between them.

The officer took the paper as if they were ripping it. Leader was getting a bad feeling, but they didn't want to cause trouble. They were too tired for it anyway. With a sigh, they leaned on the car slightly, trying to get the weight off of their right side.

The officer eyed them, scoffing and muttering something about respect under their breath. They inspected the documents closely, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. "You've been discharged recently?"

"Yes," Leader answered, shortly and perhaps unnecessarily cold.

"Annual leave?"

"Medical leave. I shouldn't be on my feet for too long," Leader almost snarled. The officer - probably didn't notice or just ignored - simply pointed the bag. Leader complied, even if it was the last thing they wanted. They simply looked away, realising that they were truly nowhere. Their eyes were yet to adjust to the lights changing, and the flashers weren't helping, but there was nothing around.

Because that person standing in the middle of the road was just their weary mind playing tricks.

They turned back when the figure dissolved into the air.

The officer searched with such passion that Leader suspected that they had a personal vendetta against the military. Finally, the officer dropped their bag on the bonnet. "Everything seems to be in order. Pack your stuff inside the car."

Leader frowned. "Here will suffice. I'm not getting into the car if you're not arresting me."

"Just get in; I don't want to draw a gun against a soldier, and you seem decent enough to avoid trouble."

Why couldn't they have a peaceful day?

Leader sighed. There was no point in resisting. They quickly tucked everything back in their bag and got into the car. "At least tell me where we are going," they muttered, not bothering with the facade any longer. They were just as annoyed as the officer.

"The military base around here was adamant about receiving you."

Perfect, Leader didn't say. "Routine control my ass," they muttered instead, not able to stop it.

"I am not fit for duty," they informed the officer. Leader didn't think they would ever be, but self-pity wasn't going to get them anywhere.

"Not my problem. Tell that to your people."

Leader sighed quietly - again, they were beginning to develop it as a habit now, much to their annoyance - as they settled into the uncomfortable seat of the police car.

The journey to the military base was silent except for the occasional radio chatter from the officer's walkie-talkie. Leader busied themselves with memorising the names and following the sequence, and surprisingly, they found that they enjoyed listening to some cops trying to catch an amateur thief.

When the car stopped, the officer didn't say anything, but the door lock opened. Leader got out quickly and kept their bag in their hand. It was hard to see somewhere so bustling again. They felt like their mind was tugged with needles from every direction. They cursed their senses not for the first time, and watched as the police car left without a warning. 

Leader's shoulders tensed out of their control. They quickly walked to the base, showing their ID to the security. A private escorted them inside, no words exchanged. They were led to an interrogation room, which explained so little but confirmed Leader's worries.

Leader was ushered in without a word. They sat in one of the two chair - to the further one from the door as a sign of trust and acknowledgement of authority - and read the files before them. Their breath caught on their throat when they got to the second, however. 

Medic, missing in action.

The team was disbanded. How could...

They flipped the page. They wished they didn't. 

"I was going to ask you about that."

Leader flinched. "Major," they greeted with a rushed salute.

And nothing after that happened in a blink. Leader saw Major walking over them with a hostile face. They saw the hand rising and the leg swiping their foot. They saw the other hand starting to move to their stomach.

If the attack is coming from a friend, don't resist. 

Just like that. They didn't resist as they were slammed to the floor, their superior on their throat. Leader struggled to breathe as the punch shook their empty stomach, their hands grabbing the hand keeping them down, even though they were not doing anything to stop it.

"Why is your teammate kidnapping your medic?"

What?

"Don't look at me like that. What do you know?"

A punch to their face pulled them from the shock. 

"I don't know," Leader forced out. 

The hand around their throat tightened—

For once, they wanted to give in to the tempting anger. It would be so easy, so easy to crush the arms holding them, but their wishes never ruled over the will.

They were let go. Major offered them a hand, and Leader accepted it without a second thought.

"I didn't realise that their teachings went that deep. You could easily save yourself. I doubt this base can keep you in."

Leader doubted that too, especially when their restraints were getting loose every moment.

"Some things go deeper than simple teachings," Leader answered after realising that they had drifted for a moment. They pulled the chair and sat down, sighing to release some of the built tension.

"They made you from fine stuff. Now, any idea why one of your teammates went rouge and kidnapped the other?"

Leader's hand began to tremble. It was the worst possible time. They hid their hand with the other rather clumsily, drawing attention.

"Why do you run away from the only place that can fix you?"

"If I'm called back only for these questions, I wish to continue my leave," Leader bit back a harsher response. They would never walk back to the place that had broken them in the first place.

"No. Your leave ends before it starts. I want you back on your team— at least what left of it."

[leafbunnysketchbook]

Oh hey another indulgent art piece. That's about all I have to say?

[justablah56]

oh to be some sort of an invertebrate creature and have not a spine

[only-lonely-www]

Joining the war on vampires on the side of the vampires

[anotherquirkhelpblog]

Control

Emitter

Allows the user to the physical movement of anything they touch. The user can control up to ten things at once, as they must use a different finger for each thing they want to control. This quirk is not limited to inanimate objects. The user can manually stop controlling objects by touching the associated finger to their palm.

[bellarichie]

just finished the discovery finale and i have many thoughts i need to organize (which i may or may not share later). for now, what remains are my doubts of what will become of the star trek series now that the majority of the nutrek series are over or ending (specially since discovery was the series that started all of it)?

[soulsxng]

And now, because I did one for Baet's family, I had to do a height chart for (half of; I didn't do Kei's half) Enoch's family as well! So have some Elohim angels!

None of them really have any special notes about their heights like Baet's family does! Aside from Enoch, because he typically glamours himself to be taller than he actually is (5'9" vs his actual 5'2") because he's salty about being the tiniest in their family other than the actual children lmao.

Average height for angels is about the same as it is for humans! Of course, some angels have other forms they can take depending of what type of angel they are, but that's different.

Edit: I lied actually, the angels can change sex, and that does change the height of some of them. I'm just doing the height of whatever form they're most likely to take in this one...because otherwise it'd have to be split up into multiple parts.

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

todays adhd mood is the whole thing of i cant exactly get myself to do something by promising myself a reward later because i know the guy who set the program and he's full of shit

[daydream-comet]

I go to see my psychiatrist, come back with a crush on a random stranger who is apparently a hot goth girl around my age whom I'll probably never meet again unless they become a regular

[watchyourdigits]

mmy next step in The Great Plan is to make ghoulhorses canon because Frankie deserves that. sorry, was there a plot happening? too bad Gays (Frankie and Danse and Maxson a little). step aside.. horses are so fucking back. and they are better than ever (ghouls), some (hancock) might say. you agree

[southernisled]

Fathers day 2023 vs Fathers day 2024

THEHANSWESTERGAARD happy fathers day ;)

THEHANSWESTERGAARD To my daughter, you’ve changed my life. In just a few short months i’ve learned what it truly means to be a real Father. I vow to always love you no matter what you do, to hold your hand when you need it and do everything in my power to keep you and your Mom happy. They say a daughter’s first love is her Dad, but in this case she is mine. My entire heart. I hope to be the man worthy of your love and admiration one day, but for right now we can just stick to me changing your diapers. And to all the Dad’s out there doing night feeds and trying their best, I see you. Happy Father’s Day. 

[fallenwhumpee]

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Warnings: Blood, hypothermia(? I dont think i got that far), self dehumanisation(again, very vague), mentioned possible death.

It didn't take Leader so long to realise that a cramped bus ride was like a first class ticket compared to... this. Being shipped out, by far, was the worst. And Leader had even travelled in a plane's cargo hold filled with luggage.

Their stomach cramped, their knuckles turning while just like their face as they gripped the handrail. The sea was unforgiving, swaying the ship enough to flood the deck before collapsing to the other way, sweeping off Leader's feet.

Their raincoat was barely holding to their body, the oversized cloth doing a somewhat decent job at keeping Leader dry. The same couldn't be told about the boots, though. Those were filled with water, but the weight was doing a fine job with limiting Leader's movements. But even the storm couldn't make Leader go in. The air smelt there, mixed with engine oil and fuel. Leader would suffocate.

Leader's wasn't made for sea travel. And they should have refused it, especially when their body was failing. But a plane would leave a bigger trail to clean after.

The only reason Leader's compliance was their team had been placed on a safe house and waiting— on an island that didn't exist according to the maps. The thought of seeing their team made the way more bearable. And excited, if they were honest with themselves. They missed the team.

Leader ignored that they weren't supposed to feel that way. They were acting like a defective product.

Well, Leader assured themselves, it wasn't their first malfunction. And definitely not the most harmful one. And what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.

The ship jolted as they ran to the ground, sending Leader to the opposite edge. Leader took a deep breath, relaxing their muscles sore from holding on for two hours. They went in with holding their breath, grabbing their bag and getting out.

Leader - and the crew, for restocking - got to a smaller boat and paddled until they arrived at the small beach. Leader got off and changed in the small warehouse, giving the coat and boots back. They were left with their own cloths, which was awful considering they had packed for a hot town. But they weren't going to complain or exploit the given kindness.

Leader began walking, following the natural path into the forest. The trees blocked most of the heavy rain, but the remaining was still enough to soak Leader from head to toe in a matter of minutes. The wind whistled between the leaves, sticking Leader's cloths to their skin and sending shivers down to their spine.

By the time they got to the hut deep in the woods, they were trembling. The door opened, a gun held to their face. Before Leader could register, they were pulled into a hug, making their bruised ribs ache. Leader melted into the embrace despite the pain, letting their head fall to Right Hand's shoulder.

"Now it's my turn!" Youngest pulled both of them in, tearing Leader from Right Hand.

Youngest hugged Leader's middle, and Leader drew circles on Youngest's back.

It was nice to be back. But also… it felt lonely to have only two of their teammates.

"I thought we wouldn't see you again for a long time, Leader," Right Hand broke the comfortable silence.

Leader smiled, letting go of Youngest. "That's definitely a pleasant surprise, even though I can't say the same for the way. What's going on here?"

"Someone is hunting us. Even the other teams we had crossed roads. We'll just gather here until we get the full list of casualties."

Leader nodded. They sniffled, dropping their bag. Youngest began digging through their food stock. Good thing Leader was quite... prepared.

"You look like a wet cat."

Leader glared Right Hand, scoffing. After a moment, they let out a defeated sigh. "Tell me we have hot water."

Right Hand pressed their lips into a thin line, shaking their head with a weary smile. "You can always use the kettle."

"Can't even provide some good accommodation," Leader muttered. They couldn't actually complain. Leader's cost was getting dangerously closer to their profit. They were supposed to be grateful for the roof.

"Well, at least we got a fireplace. You can warm up later. I cut the woods, but you're doing it next time. I'm better with a knife rather than axe."

"Looks like we got a deal," Leader smiled and looked around for bathroom.

"Upstairs."

Leader turned back, looking at the spot Right Hand pointed.

"You gotta be kidding with me," they muttered. The stairs looked like they could fall apart any moment.

"Everyone had forgotten about this place so... it was the safest. And it gave us something to do without going mad in this blackout. I fixed the water tank yesterday."

"Just in time, then. This rain will supply our next month alone."

Right Hand chuckled. "Your luck. I didn't see a drop fall ever since i came here."

Of course my luck, Leader didn't tell it loud.

They got their clothes and went upstairs, the stairs bending under their steps, and the floor cracking. They held onto the sink a moment when they reached up, the stairs taking a lot more energy than they thought. Their chest tightened for a moment, and they coughed, blood sputtering into the white surface as their vision blurred.

They needed a break. Their body was falling apart.

But they were also stinking, their hair damp. At least there was going to be a fire when they got down.

Leader got rid of the blood and showered with their clothes, cleaning those as they got rid of the rainwater clinging to their hair. The cold water chattered their teeth, burning their skin. By the time they were ready to go downstairs, they were hardly able to stand straight.

Right Hand wrapped a blanket around them, beginning to dry Leader's hair with a towel as they sat before the fireplace, trying to get warm as their bones ached.

Youngest came in with a tray on their hand filled with black cake dough, pushing it into the fire.

"Medic would love brownies," they whispered.

Leader looked down. "They're not dead," Leader returned.

Leader had to believe they weren't.