#This one is pretty short

[withered-tears]

I stared at this amazing fanart by @banbanyuri for a bit too long, passed out for like an hour and this showed up in my documents when I came back to u_u

Anyway, hope you enjoy these two pinning idiots!

[birdwriter]

TW: Child death, graphic depictions of violence, dismemberment, and government sanctioned massacre.

Chapter One

Smoke fills his lungs as fires rage through the village. His neighbors scream and plead as imperial soldiers march down the road, each swing of a sword staining the dirt a deeper crimson. The gold-plated men showed no mercy as they coated their swords in shimmering scarlet. A crying child stands to fight, his, now cold, father’s sword wrapped in his untrained grip. His throat is slit, and his body kicked aside. No man, no woman, no child is safe. Many try to flee, taking off into frantic flight to escape the slaughter only to be shot down, tangled in nets and killed with single, violent stabs to the neck.

Argyle runs. He runs as fast as he can through the back roads, weaves his way through alleyways and vaults over walls. He needs to get to his parents. He needs to get home. He needs to escape. A small squad of soldiers sent to prevent sneakier villagers from escaping march down the path ahead of him. Argyle slips into the home to his right, ducking below window height and waiting silently until the clatter of metal plate armor fades to a distant clicking.

He bolts across the dirt road, sprinting through shortcut after shortcut until he reaches the edge of the village. He continues running until he reaches the hill his home resides on top of.

Argyle clambers up the path, heaving as he rips open the front door. Argyle’s voice echoes as he shouts into his home, “Inat? Abbat?”

The house is dark, the curtains drawn and the splendor stones sealed. He removes the seal from the splendor stone lights, activating them and flooding the home with a pale yellow glow.

Something is wrong. Despite the chaos just outside the door, his home is silent. Furniture is out of place, his inat’s favorite vase is shattered on the floor. Argyle ventures further into his home, wrapping his large raven-colored wings around himself for comfort.

He slowly opens the door separating the entrance from the main room. He flinches backward as his nose is assaulted by a rancid smell. It’s nauseating and sweet-smelling in a way that causes unease, like leather being tanned over a flame.

The living room is destroyed, the bench that his abbat had built is in pieces. There's an odd shadow at the base of the counter, Argyle looks closer.

The world stops. He can’t breathe, he can't look away, he can't move. An arm. A single, mangled arm. His inat’s arm. Where was the rest of her? Where is his abbat?

Everything goes dark.

He’s flying. When had he left his home? Why did he leave? How far has he gone?

He doesn’t recognize his surroundings. He stops gliding and holds himself upright with rhythmic beating of his wings. If he squints in the direction he assumes he came from, he can see smoke.

Why is there smoke?

There’s a crack. Argyle is struck by something. A net. He hears someone shout as the net tangles around him. He’s falling.

Instinct trained into him from endless practice takes over. He twists as he falls, going as horizontal as possible. He hits the ground with a crack, the base of his skull feels as if it’s on fire.

Blurry figures hover over him, shouting ineligible words as they grab at him. Argyle has only one thought as he loses consciousness.

Why? Why is this happening?

Argyle is falling in an endless void. He tries to fly, tries to flap his wings and gain control over his descent into nothingness, but nothing happens. His wings are gone, stripped from his body as if he had gone through the funeral rites given to prisoners.

The infinite blackness of the void falls away to an endless expanse of red. Argyle lands in a sea of blood. A single arm, mangled and burnt, floats to the surface in front of him. On the bony fingers of the melted hand is his inat’s ring, still pristine despite the surrounding conditions.

He tries to scream but makes no noise. More pieces of his inat surface from underneath the sea of blood. Her decapitated head bobs and turns to stare at him. She screams.

[ayumicchi14]

GAKUEN K -WONDERFUL SCHOOL DAYS-

Fushimi Saruhiko route

Event 07

Finally I have a free time since my personal project is over (for now)

Konohana Saya: (A call from Munakata-senpai. Maybe it's about things from the extreme tag)

Konohana Saya: (I'm glad the results for blue club, red club and silver club were draw)

Konohana Saya: (If blue club was going to lose, then...)

Konohana Saya: "Excuse me. I'm Konohana from second year."

Munakata Reishi: "Go ahead. It's open, so please come in."

Konohana Saya: "I'm sorry for being late."

Konohana Saya: (Fushimi-kun is already here...)

Munakata Reishi: "Don't be nervous, just relax."

Munakata Reishi: "Today is such a special weather. Spring is the season for cherry blossoms to bud, it was also been said from the ancient time that it's the most cherished season for the people in this country."

Munakata Reishi: "Don't you think it's a sin that we missed this season's beauty because we're too occupied with our works?"

Konohana Saya: "Y-Yeah..."

Munakata Reishi: "Therefore, to feel the spring air, I'm thinking of doing an open-air tea ceremony while viewing the cherry blossoms..."

Munakata Reishi: "Unfortunately, I'm running out the Matcha."

Munakata Reishi: "As a punishment from a few days ago, I want both of you to buy it for me."

Konohana Saya: "Is that, all you need?"

Munakata Reishi: "Yes."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "If that's all you need, I can go alone—"

Munakata Reishi: "You cannot. Because it's a wrongdoing that were made by you two, so the punishment should be taken by both of you too."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch... understood."

Munakata Reishi: "Please go, and I hope you two are getting along together."

*on the way*

Shop assistant: "Thank you for coming."

Konohana Saya: "30grams 10.000 yen. Matcha is fairly expensive."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "It was the most expensive item among the things in the shop."

Konohana Saya: "I thought because this is a punishment, he won't tell us which matcha that we should buy..."

Konohana Saya: "Is it okay if it's this simple?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "The captain told us to buy it as a punishment. There's no doubt this is a punishment."

Konohana Saya: "I see... you're right."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "........"

Konohana Saya: "......."

Konohana Saya: (The conversation is breaking off. Since we're going out together, I want to talk more...)

Konohana Saya: (I want to know better about Fushimi-kun. Let's talk to him nonchalantly!)

-Your glasses, is it fake? (★)

-What do you do on your day off?

Konohana Saya: "I've always been curious before, Fushimi-kun's glasses, is it fake?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "It's not fake. Why are you asking that?"

Konohana Saya: "Because there's a person who used black-framed glasses as a fashion, so I thought Fushimi-kun's is the same."

Konohana Saya: "I see, so it has glasses prescription."

Konohana Saya: "By the way, Munakata-senpai is wearing glasses too. Are there many people with poor eyesight in a blue club?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "No, it's not. It's just captain, me, and Enomoto."

Konohana Saya: "Ah, I see... for some reason I feel like it's because it has an image about a lot of people wearing glasses."

Konohana Saya: "Maybe it's because there's a lot of smart people."

Konohana Saya: (Somewhat I can talk to him normally...! Let's broach the subject a bit)

Konohana Saya: "Umm... Fushimi-kun, do you have a favourite season? Or maybe a current obsession?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch... it's already late. Oi, let's hurry up a bit. It would be bad if we couldn't get in to the club."

Konohana Saya: "Y-Yeah! Okay!"

*Blue club*

Konohana Saya: (Thank goodness we've made it)

Konohana Saya: (I hope next time I have a time to talk with Fushimi-kun more slowly)

[lynsburner]

“Everyone thinks we’re sleeping together,” you can’t help but blurt it out.

“But, we are?” He answers with a bit of a giggle. 

“Andrew…” 

Chapter 6 is up! Not too long left in this one, babes! Hope you're liking it so far!

[notsoregal]

Dreaming, the feeling of floating when you know you are still stuck to ground. Where the impossible is possible, and the possible is an absurd idea, one that only those with an empty shell would even consider. A place where one can retreat when the real world is just a little too impossible, a little too beyond your capabilities.

But also a place you could leave at any time, if you wanted to for some reason wanted to.

That was until the government found a way to lock you there.

I’ve been dreaming for over a month now, maybe more maybe less, time is funny here.

Surely this nightmare will end soon.

[mischievous-thunder]

Meanwhile Wade:

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

My favorite thing about Annabeth is her wardrobe.

Cause like, Rick simplifies her clothes in a way a man would, and you can tell.

Cause in EVERY book, from The Lightning Thief to Chalice, she’s in the goddamn CHB shirt. With like some shorts or cargo pants. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s made improvements over the years, giving her some other clothes. But he’ll always come back to old faithful.

Like, he most definitely did it on accident, but he made her so Adam Sandler and I love it

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

This was honestly my favorite bit from the new Once upon a Studio short.

[remxedmoon]

yeah ok buddy

joke stolen from this post 🩶

[isaacz]

when i finally draw them as stickfigures

[missararts]

Do u think they're THE married couple in Emerald City

"The Wives of Wizomania"

[kate-bot]

a few more little pizza animations!!! they're a little rough around the edges but they were a lot of fun to make!!

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[mokadevs]

guy who has done some terrible things