#accepted: dmitri

[rugwurm]

gals and pals!!

[ivomartins]

gagged for the 63826373th time yet again over the masterful way the immortals are handled and how well their otherworldliness is captured. this scene and cain's rampage is the fucking pinnacle.

[carpisuns]

these are a couple weeks old now and also supposed to be anonymous lol but here are some ml doodles I did for the secret drawing box!

the third one is from @maridotnet’s beauty and the beetle au which i highly recommend!

fifth one is from @sha-nwa’s fic the way I loved you which is one of my favs ever<3

[ratatatastic]

kuli talking to kids my beloved and also its painfully obvious hes a dad with 2 kids if not in which the way he goes "you have to work hard for it [the cup] you have to wake up early in the mornings, go to practises-" OKAY OLD MAN

but also "took me 15 years to lift up this thing and i didn't think it was gonna ever happen!" CASUAL ADMISSION KULI REAL NICE OF YOU YEAH NO MAN THANKS FOR THAT???

Kuli Cup Day | 8.25.24 (x)

[whumpfish]

🧱 -anonymous 😂

This is so old, I'm so sorry!!

Thank you, as always! And sorry again for the late response, your bricks will be delivered and put to good use 😈

[attibar]

Found an old idea that I had left unfinished, until now at least lol.

I love the idea of Henry's powers being found out post CTM and how people would react to it. Ellie, Charles, and Galeforce accepting Henry for who he is, and realizing all the deaths he's gone through. That despite all the timelines he chose this one. The CCC (and by extension the Wall) still fearing Henry and wanting to keep him under control. After all in several timelines he lifted up the Toppat Clan and even killed Dmitri in two timelines (PP and TR)

And then there's Reginald who is my favorite reaction :D

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Gabe/Stephen; a low-key occasion (pt II)

For the prompt: Stephen Petersen, Bridezilla

Follows from here.

“Unbelievable,” Stephen says. “What are they thinking?”

Gabe’s tired. He just wants to veg in front of the TV with his bento box and his fiancé, but even though Stephen’s supposed to be picking the movie right now, he’s scowling down at his phone instead, his expression the one Gabe can only describe as ‘wedding face’. Gabe’s started to feel dread every time he sees it, and today’s no exception, though tired still narrowly beats it out. “Who is ‘they’?”

“They can’t truly believe that this is an acceptable substitute for our napkins,” Stephen says.

“Wait?” Gabe says. “Substitute? What happened to the original ones?”

“They discontinued the colour,” Stephen huffs. “Of course.”

“They discontinued white?” Gabe asks. “How do you discontinue white?”

“Alabaster,” Stephen says. “Not white.”

“Steve,” Gabe says.

“That’s what it’s called!” Stephen says. “And look what they want us to use instead!”

Gabe is suddenly blinking at a picture of white napkins on Stephen's screen. Presumably they’re different than the napkins they originally picked, but if Stephen hadn’t told Gabe that, he doubts he would have known. They look like napkins. White ones.

“They look fine,” he says.

“This looks fine to you?” Stephen says, shoving his phone in Gabe’s face. “This?”

It’s honestly harder to see with Stephen’s screen an inch from his eye, but —

“Yes?” Gabe says.

“Ridiculous,” Stephen says, yanking the phone away. “At this point it’s getting easier to list the things they haven’t fucked up about my wedding day.”

“It’s my wedding too,” Gabe says, though honestly, that’s feeling less and less true lately. “Are you going to pick a movie, or—“

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” Stephen says,

Of course he isn’t.

“I need my laptop,” Stephen says, springing up from the couch. “I’m sure they’re still available somewhere.”

“Dinner?” Gabe says, but Stephen just dismissively waves a hand at him on his way out of the room.

“They’re fucking napkins,” Gabe says, but very quietly. Stephen has exceptional hearing, especially if the topic involves him.

“Did you say something?” Stephen calls.

Exceptional.

This isn’t a battle Gabe’s willing to fight today. “You need to eat your dinner,” Gabe calls back, but, as he expected, silence is his only response.

“Well,” Gabe says, and grabs the remote, listlessly scrolling through options while he eats. He’s not in the mood anymore either.

~

“I have heard rumours,” Stephen says.

“Tell me!” Dmitry says. “I love rumours.”

“Rumours about you,” Stephen says.

“Even better!” Dmitry says.

Stephen’s mouth twists, and Gabe turns away. It’s not like Stephen doesn’t know he’s hiding a smile when he does it, but at least there’s some plausible deniability. Stephen’s usually fine with Gabe laughing at him, but not if other people are there to see him do it, even if it’s just Dima.

“Apparently,” Stephen says. “At my wedding, you are planning on making a speech.”

“Is my duty,” Dmitry says. “As Gabe’s best man.”

“We don’t—“ Stephen says.

Gabe can already hear the speech about how they don’t have any best men or maids of honour because this is not a traditional wedding and the people in their lives shouldn’t be arbitrarily ranked by — he can’t do it. He can’t listen to it again.

“Stephen,” Gabe says. “He’s baiting you.”

“I’m not!” Dmitry protests, but he does it with a smile.

Stephen takes a deep breath. Gabe’s half predicting Stephen’s preparing himself to give the spiel anyway, half hoping he’s finally listened to Gabe about about the numerous benefits of conscious breathing. Physical and psychological effects aside, if Stephen is focusing on taking deep breaths, he isn’t saying something he may later regret.

Or saying something that he won’t regret at all, but Gabe certainly will.

“What will be involved in your speech?” Stephen asks finally, after several deep breaths. Gabe’s proud of him.

“It’s a surprise,” Dmitry says, still grinning.

Gabe is less proud of Dmitry.

“See, no,” Stephen says, puffing right up. There are deep breaths being taken, but Gabe doesn’t think he’s exhaling them. “That is not acceptable. There will be no surprises on my wedding day. Our wedding day, jeez, Gabe.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Gabe says. Not even under his breath.

“You thought it,” Stephen says. “What’s going in the speech, Dmitry?”

“I haven’t actually decided yet, Stephen,” Dmitry says. “What do you want me to say?”

“Oh, you want me to help you write it?” Stephen asks. “I can do that.”

“I meant—“ Dmitry says, then looks over at Gabe as Stephen springs out of his chair, probably off to grab his laptop. “That is an English saying, yes? ‘What do you want me to say’?”

“Yep,” Gabe says.

“Stephen knows that saying?” Dmitry asks. "He is just pretending to misunderstand?"

“Yep,” Gabe says.

“He is about to write me a very boring speech,” Dmitry says glumly. “Isn’t he.”

Gabe takes a deep breath. He still hasn’t exhaled when Stephen returns, laptop in his arms.

“Okay,” Stephen says, sitting down. “So what sort of tone are we trying for with this speech? Comedy, I’m sure, but what sort? I know you like to play the buffoon, but—”

Dmitry looks at Gabe, presumably for help. What he doesn’t know is that Gabe can’t help him.

Gabe shuts his eyes, and takes another breath.

“Would you stop breathing, Gabriel!” Stephen says.

Gabe opens his eyes.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean it like that,” Stephen says.

“I am adding this to my speech,” Dmitry says. “I think it will get a big laugh.”

“I knew you had already started it!” Stephen says, spinning on him and pointing an accusing finger.

Gabe takes another breath.

[bodhrancomedy]

I saw a poll about the best opening line ever and it was kinda a shitty choice so I want to show you my favourite opening lines I’ve written.

The Cat Druid & The Arsonist

“In three years of running the only cat sanctuary in Middle Bresser, I’ve heard a lot of their odd tales about how they ended up there.”

The Way Through the Woods

“It had taken almost a century of denial - and nearly two more of experimentation - before Palamon Keeper accepted it was, in fact, impossible for him to die.”

Nostos and the Filigree Lantern

“The earth opened up on a Tuesday just before noon.”

Dmitry Donne and the Great Lawyer Caper

“Dmitry Donne was twenty-six years of age, a fact he did his best to obfuscate in either direction.”

The Heart of the Garden is a Single Silver Rose

“We must start our story at the end because that is where we must start it.”

[tauforged]

Remember, Auron Corp is not responsible for any illness, allergic reaction, injury, mutation, or predation that occurs if you act outside of company policy. Always keep your respirator firmly secured at all times while working near an impact zone-- your Auron Corp issued hazard suit WILL NOT protect you from Direct Exposure** without routine maintenance and inspections. Have YOU had your gear certified lately?

** Direct Exposure is classified as a time period not exceeding one hour no closer than 500 units to the nearest active carcass. Individuals who have been assigned to an impact zone security detail forfeit all protections against the hazards of long-term exposure per the contract they signed upon accepting the position. Don't act like you didn't see this coming. You knew exactly what you were signing up for from day one, Dmitri. You just never thought it would happen to You.

[nepthys-merenset]

Here comes my 2nd Lane x Dmitry fic! This is a direct continuation of my first one, "A Search for Understanding." Hope you enjoy!

A third will follow soon!

Title: "The Nature of Duty and Surprises"

Pairing: Lane x Dmitry [Heaven's Secret: Requiem]

Word Count: 1,788

Rating: T

Taglist: @rc-catalog

TW: None

The Nature of Duty and Surprises

She woke to a lonely cry of wind, ghosting through the broken glass of the library window. Weak rays of gray sunlight slanted across the table she’d fallen asleep on, illuminating a small pool of dried blood. Her bitten lip must have reopened as she slept.

She winced, touching her lip. Bruises bloomed on her wrists. Four mottled marks on top, one below. Ten in total.

His fingers, she remembered as she slowly rubbed her wrists, holding me as I held that letter opener to his throat.

This time was different from the first time Lane had woken up in the library. This time, there were marks to prove something had happened.

He didn’t stop me. Just held me.

The first time, she had been unsure of herself. Untrusting of her own hazy half-memories. Had the General come into the room, eased a book out from under her cheek, and worked through the night to help her translate the Book of the Apocalypse? Or had she, isolated from the squad and struggling to prove herself, merely imagined that he wanted to help her? And then, when he was finished, he had chosen to sit quietly and just watch her at peace until dawn, before slipping away without a word?

She had grown used to not being able to trust herself. Questioning her past, present, and future—her own reality. But this was maddening. This went beyond not being able to understand her place in the world.

Before yesterday, she had at least known where she stood with the squad. She was liked by few and trusted by even fewer. Mostly, she was tolerated because she would be useful for as long as she was able to continue making progress with the Book. All of those things were still true today.

Staring out of the window without focus, she bit down hard on her lip. Pain lanced through her, and burning proof that something that actually mattered had changed dripped down her chin. Proof throbbed in her bruised wrists and beat an uneven rhythm in her chest.

Things had changed between her and the General.

They had touched each other before. They had even been tangled together before, on the floor of his office. His gun pressed tightly to his forehead, his thumb steady over hers on the trigger. His cold eyes boring deep into hers as he asked her, “How does it feel to know that someone’s life is in your hands?”

The gun had been unloaded then. But the blade she had pressed to his throat last night…she had drawn blood, and she still wasn’t sure what had stopped her from pressing her advantage with him. Wasn’t sure why she had kissed him.

She could have finished him, but instead she’d started something she didn’t know how to continue. He had asked her where she would go if she killed him, and she couldn’t answer. And now, having been driven to—or chosen?—a different path, she still didn’t know where to go from here.

Things would be much simpler if she had just slit his throat. But in the cold light of dawn, the lip he had bitten still stinging as she probed it with her tongue, the impulse she had leapt towards last night seemed incomprehensible.

Why?

She pressed her hands to her chest, feeling her heart beating slowly. Maybe something buried deep inside of her already knew the answers to her questions. Maybe he would still be willing to see her if she hadn’t hurt him too badly.

Even though they’d crossed the line.

*****

It was a mistake. Nothing but adrenaline.

That was the only explanation Dmitry was willing to accept for what had happened between him and Lane last night. Since losing Pavel, his discipline was the only thing holding him together. For him to lose his grip on that so spectacularly, it had to be a chemical reaction. It couldn’t be a choice.

Opening one of his drawers, he rifled through its contents for disinfectant, a cloth, and a bandage. He would start with his desk—the only thing he could easily bring back to order. Wetting the cloth, he methodically cleaned the blood from the surface of the desk, before turning to the folders strewn across the floor.

Ruined. More blood, his and hers, streaked in wild patterns across each one. He swallowed, hard. He would have to throw them out and create new files for Noah, Nick, and Joseph. No evidence of last night would remain.

He couldn’t allow himself any more lenience with her. Losing Pavel—killing Pavel—had nearly killed him. After Pavel, he’d pulled back from the rest of the squad, focusing only on his duty and other things he could control. Things that made sense to him. Things that let him feel like the person he used to be without risking future pain.

To let someone else in would be to allow himself to be vulnerable in a way that was unacceptable to him.

She could kill me next time.

He scoffed, making the wound she’d left on his neck throb dully. She’d certainly had ample opportunity, and yet here he was. Still alive.

For reasons he didn’t want to explore, he’d given her the chance to take his life twice now. Let her take his gun and thrust it against his forehead, and waited to see what she would do instead of stopping her, like he would have done if any other member of the squad had dared to attack him. And last night, he’d gone even further. He’d let her nearly slit his throat, and then he’d allowed himself to kiss her.

And she had reciprocated, with a kind of searching desperation he had never seen before.

Why?

He remembered what he had said to her that day in the square, the day he had let his guard down enough to allow her to steal a scarf from him. She’d surprised him that day, and the next, when she wore it to dig up Joseph’s remains. He’d told her that she used people, saw them as nothing but tools to get what she wanted. He’d warned her that it was a weakness, but suggested that she use it to her advantage. 

He’d told her that she could distract people by making them nervous.

Maybe that was all last night was to her: she had come into his office, provoked him with that damn silence of hers, and driven him to distraction him until she’d gotten what she wanted.

But what does she want from me?

She had left his office with nothing but bruised wrists and a bleeding lip. Whatever it was she wanted, he didn’t think she had gotten it last night, but he couldn’t be sure. She wouldn’t tell him, and he wouldn’t ask.

He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let her in. She was dangerous. There was still a chance that she was a threat to the squad, and he knew that she was a threat to everything he stood for. He had nothing left but his duty, and his duty to her only went as far as keeping her alive. 

It was the same duty he’d had to Pavel. The same duty he’d failed when he crushed his skull with a rock four years ago. Back then, his only relief had been that at least he hadn’t had to watch the light leave his eyes. For the Infected, it was gone long before death.

He couldn’t explain what he felt for Lane, but he could try to make sure the same thing wouldn’t happen to her.

He reached for his transponder and asked for any available squad member. Cain answered first. His lip curled—it had to be Cain. He’d been the one who he had told to send Lane to his office last night, and he knew the angel wouldn’t let it pass that he was asking for her two days in a row.

“Get Lane and bring her to the training field. Tell her I want to run some drills with her.”

The angel was silent. Too long for someone who had even a modicum of respect for the chain of command. He pinched the bridge of his nose just as Cain said slyly, “You want to run drills. With just Lane?”

He’d noticed. Of course he had. And now, he was listening closely for his reaction.

“Yes. I’m leaving my office now. Don’t make me wait for you.”

*****

Cain had left her at the field, saying nothing but “the General will be here for you soon” with a red-eyed smirk.

He knew something.

She blew cold air through her lips, shaking the sleeves of her coat down over her wrists. She didn’t want him to see them. There was nothing she could do about the fact that he would see the mark he’d left on her lip, or the fact that he would notice that she was wearing the red scarf she’d stolen from him. Anna had given her others, but she’d reached for that one anyway.

Minutes after the angel vanished into the forest, Dmitry’s dark form appeared, cutting through the haze of snow. He approached her quickly, purposefully.

She looked away, but as he drew near, her eyes strayed to his neck. He’d bandaged it, a stark white reminder of last night.

It’s under there. The mark I left.

She raised her hand, wanting to touch him. To feel what she’d done in the light of a new day, and to feel that his heart was still beating too. To make sure that he was really there in front of her. But just as quickly as she began to reach for him, she froze. She couldn’t touch him again—not when she still wasn’t sure what would happen next. Her hand fell.

“Cain told you why you’re here?”

He wasn’t looking at her face, his eyes instead tracking her hand as it fell back against her thigh. She hoped he would think nothing of it.

“He said you wanted to run drills. I’m not a soldier.”

He looked her in the eye for the first time, his gaze inscrutable. “I’m not reassigning you. I still expect you to focus on the Book. But it’s time you learned to protect yourself.”

She smirked.

I managed to surprise you twice, didn’t I?

*****

She was wearing the scarf again. Another surprise. He resisted the urge to sigh heavily—this was going to be harder than he’d thought.

He needed to remember his sole duty to her. Just keep her alive. Studying one of the trees over her shoulder, he nodded sharply and said, “let’s begin.”

[ivomartins]

I see many people consider Dmitry a redflag LI but to me he's a morally grey character: he finds a strange girl amidst the rift and assigns her a place in the squad instead of, you know, just taking Lane hostage when she's made it clear she's pursuing her own goals and only compels to the squad's decisions because she has to.

I understand why the interrogation episode is icky for many people but for me the devil is in details: Dmitry stops the interrogation because he doesn't want to hurt Lane further, and the whole situation can be seen as a necessary evil from the squad's pov, given Lane's actions. And at the same time, Lane doesn't deserve that shit either: she's all alone in a trust-no-one situation, and now she sees very clearly that the squad is not her friends.

To me that's what moral greyness is: different interpretations of the situation, when you can see motivation of both parties without whitewashing them.

Dmitry's conversation about turning your weakness into your strength adds another facet to his character, just like the stolen babushka gift 😭. I love the way Alexandra shows that he actually cares about Lane through him wanting to give her a chocolate bar or helping her with the work and sacrificing his sleep.

And the soulmatism of their branch is so well done. It's not "your mc is promised to this LI although you'd rather have her killed him in a cold blood" but "yes the situation we found themselves in is fucked up and bleak but at least we have each other because in another universe we'd pass each other by without looking back"

And I love how you can see Dmitry lashing out in the latest episodes, with more and more people in the squad dying, because he's responsible for their lives, he's the leader. And you, as a player, can choose Lane's reaction to his behaviour.

But the thing that truly made me sympathize with him is him telling Lane "It would be sad to lose my humanity while hunting for monsters and become one in other people's eyes. I hope I haven't cross that line yet?.."

That's how you write morally grey characters! 🙌

P.S. His latest CG fucks

i'm shook tbh that some people consider dmitry a red flag LI 😭 like yeah. the interrogation scene was iffy and lane didn't deserve that. but the world has literally gone to shit and this is a man who's been forced by circumstances to blur the lines of his morality for the greater good and the safety of the people around him ??? when we take that and the post-apocalyptic survival-of-the-fittest setting into consideration, plus the fact that lane was sus from day 1 and didn't really make any effort to prove herself trustworthy, the interrogation makes perfect sense

and like you said the morally grey nature to dmitry is the most interesting thing about him especially when it ties into the development of his bond with lane like !!!! with cain there's affinity in their position as outcasts and the apathetic nature they share, suspended above everything, untouched by what otherwise jars everyone else in the squad

but with dmitry their affinity lies in dmitry having a different nature to lane and still being drawn to her despite that, still accepting her to the point where she points a fucking gun at his head and he doesn't even flinch 😭 and doesn't even hold it against her later on like ??? there's so much devotion and unconditional acceptance to it and for me personally as someone who's on the whisper path it's definitely giving "the hero loving the monster and cherishing their blood-soaked hands" kinda dynamic

like it's "human" organic soulmatism like you called it, to balance out the otherworldly ambiguous soulmatism with cain. ugh i can't enough of it

i also love how he's been lashing out too and that not even lane has been exempt from that because he's just under that much pressure. i just adore how every single character has been written with their own role to play in the story, completely independent from lane, and they all get to develop just as much as she does as the story goes on 🥹

(and yes his cgs have been superior, even to cain, since day 1. i will die on that hill)

[blushblushbear]

Hi, hi! I'm so happy to see someone who writes/ enjoys Blush Blush—I swear the content creators are countable on one hand lol /lh

Anywho, here's some stuff I wanna ask ya. Feel free to do as much or as little as you want (top 3 of each if ya can):

>Who would be the best and worst cook?

>Who would hate and love pda?

>Who would throw the most elaborate celebrations and who'd be the most lowkey?

>Who'd make the best and worst surprise dads?

>Best uncle?

OKAY LET'S DO THIS! *cracks knuckles*

LET THEM COOK

Best Cooks: Nimh (specializes in baked goods!), Dmitri, William, Cole, Seth (but only barbecue), Logan, Haru

Worst Cooks: Eli (will order food for you tho!), Scale (bless him he tries tho), CASHEW, Sven, Aki

EVERYONE ELSE: they're alright. Maybe not the best, but def not the worst. Can make something edible!

PDA??

LOVES: Nimh, Kelby, ELI (mwah mwah mwah!), Garret, DMITRI, William, MYX, Stirling, COLE (especially when it's you loving on him-- let them other boys know <3), Cashew (almost in love it and hate it cause flustered but NO NO HE CAN'T HE LOVES IT TOO MUCH), LOGAN, AKI, HARU

HATES: Anon (but will accept some hand holding and cheek kissing),

Oh they love it and they hate it at the same time: VOLKS, Scale (wants the loving BUT WHAT IF HIS ENEMIES SEE), Poe (gets embarrassed), FUYU (he must keep his composure but it's hard when he's getting sweet kisses <3 <3)

Okay with it: Ichiban, Sven, Seth, Reece

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON!!

High key: ELI, Ichiban (might make a video of it), Stirling (THERE SHALL BE A BALL IN YOUR HONOR AND HE SHALL HEAR OF NOTHING LESS), Sven, Seth, Aki, Haru (though he's planning an after party for just the two of you <3)

Low Key: VOLKS, Nimh, Garret (thinks it's high key, but it's actually really chill), Scale, Cole, Poe, Cashew (college kids only speak broke, same goes for Poe),

Would depend on the partner/could go either way: Kelby, Anon (leans more low key but whatever suits ya luv), Dmitri (he'll shout your name to the heavens or whisper it in your ear, you're call), William, Myx (though he really wants to throw a massive party), Logan,

Low key but High Key: Reece (big party? maybe not. take you to see the birth of the universe?? mayhaps ;3 ) Fuyu (it's a simple date of a show thrown for you, a feast in your name and a night giving you anything you wish-- ya know, nothing too big)

You ARE the father!

(for clarification all of them are staying by your side no matter what and will always step up as a father, just... some may have bigger steps than others....)

Total shock: VOLKS, Anon, Ichiban, Scale, Poe, Seth, HARU (lol, get dadd'd idiot)

Excited: Nimh, Garret, Dmitri, SVEN, LOGAN

Shocked but happy: Kelby, ELI, William, MYX, Stirling, Cole (maybe a little too happy...), CASHEW (big shock, so happy), Reece (he honestly goes back and forth between shock and joy until the kid is like 5 lol), AKI, Fuyu (he cried, can't believe he got so lucky)

Greatest Uncle (a Grunkle if you will)

Haru, Kelby, ELI, ANON, Garret, AKI, William, Myx, LOGAN

hey hey, rapid fire, PACHEW, PACHEW!

[viperbunnies]

hi hi omg no pressure but i’d love to know more about yuudai and/or kana 👀

hshs nyallo ian! I'm glad you're interested in some my ocs hehe. Honestly, I'm still working on fleshing out a good majority of my ocs but let's see~

Some ramblings UTC!

Yuudai (They/them) - Well for starters they're more based on the ingame Yuu (more on TWSTen cause I like the chaotic energy they have lol) - They're very serious, and take their position as prefect seriously-- despite that they're still quite young so they have moments of self doubt. - Kind of an amnesiac, they can't recall their past well-- only when they're presented with objects related to their past do they remember some bits. - Initially I was gonna give them a red palette since they're loosely based on Mickey (with Oz being based on Oswald) but I went with purple instead cause I wanted them to be in the middle of Adeuce hshs (Heartshackle my children) - They have a small crush on Sebek lmao. Kana Sirinan (They/she) - A second year mer from a tropical sea, she has a talent for singing and also a knack for stringed instruments (particularly the Ukulele, and Guitar) Usually quiet unless spoken to, she stands out quite a lot due to her piercings but not many students approach her-- cause she has an icy presence to her. In actuality she's far from the icy prince people make them out to be, but more like a cool older sibling. - They have a soft spot for Kalim cause he would use Oasis maker on her in times she feels dried out as a mer sorted into Scarabia. - Jamil's roommate, (I had that hc before the new bday series revealed his actual roommate but she's chill enough so I guess there's that) after the events of winter break, they stay accepting of Jamil-- partly due to Kalim's convincing, but also out of sympathy after learning Jamil's circumstances. - Exes with Dmitri (another oc) they used to date during their first year, but it didn't really end well. Kalim was one of the people who first learned of the breakup and he comforted them by swimming with them in oasis located in Scarabia (Jamil had a migraine searching for Kalim all over the campus during that) - Also a member of the Pop Music Club! Used to write some sappy love songs, but hasn't been writing any since they broke up with her ex. They have been considering quitting PMC but the rest of the members begged for them to stay, not even to play music but simply to hang out as friends.

[a-hollow-forest]

cw eating disorder talk under the cut (specifically ARFID and sensory issues around food)

there really, desperately needs to be a new ED diagnosis for sensory issues around food because i have been trying to find help for what i have going on for y e a r s at this point and the closest i've ever gotten is ARFID (Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder)

but the thing is? i am 99.999% sure i don't have ARFID. i'm starting to wonder how many other autistic folk in the same boat as me also don't have ARFID. because according to all the research i can find ARFID is caused by/expressed in fear/anxiety around food. which means it is NOT based around the fact that for some people food genuinely is as awful as we are worried it will be

anxiety can be treated with exposure therapy. ARFID can be treated with exposure therapy. because it's about desensitizing you to something that isn't 'really' a threat (reductive for the sake of the strain thinking about this topic puts on me, please forgive)

but just like how you can't treat overstimulation with desensitization (eg. an autistic person who cannot socialise due to sensory overwhelm needs accommodations for their sensory needs rather than ways to cope with the emotional impact of going unaccommodated), you can't treat a sensory issue surrounding food with coping skills for being less stressed about the food

but because there isn't a specific eating disorder diagnosis for food-based sensory sensitivities , i can't find any fucking resources on how i'm supposed to eat in a way that isn't slowly fucking killing me due to malnutrition/weight related health conditions. the resources i can find for the next closest thing are all the equivalent of telling an autistic person having a meltdown that they just need to get their emotions under control i fucking hate it here

[00lari00]

Lyan~💜🧡💥

My first THSC oc? YAY :D

(I decided to change their name so it wouldn't be so confusing since my name is Lari. Before they were my sticksona but during the time I started doing them as a single character.)

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Description: Lyan is a hitman who killed people for money and entertainment. Known as a criminal, they were captured by The Wall and confined, but due to their anger and aggressiveness they were unable to keep them in prison for long. So Dmitri had an idea of ​​how to control Lyan, proposing them to work for The Wall in exchange for a certain "freedom" (even though they were still watched by Dmitri), Lyan would capture or kill whoever Dmitri sent in exchange for a certain amount of money, they didn't have much of a choice so they accepted.

Although Lyan is still considered a type of prisoner, they still has certain benefits such as walking freely through The Wall and only leaving when Dmitri tells them to.

[lina-vas-dom]

Улыбнитесь! Вы так ослепительно-женственны. Что за прихоть - покачивать розой в руках? Вы бранили меня совершенно божественно, Не приняв покаяния в несерьезных грехах. Ваши доводы, право же, так убедительны, Да и голос, признаться, непреклонно-суров. Ах, подайте хоть лучик надежды спасительной, Я сумею его прочитать между слов… /Дмитрий Громов 2

Smile! You're so dazzlingly feminine. What's this fancy of wiggling a rose in your hands? You scolded me in the most divine manner, without accepting repentance for frivolous sins. Your arguments, indeed, are so persuasive, and your voice, I must confess, is so hard and harsh. Oh, give me a ray of saving hope, I'll be able to read it between the words… /Dmitri Gromov 2