#but really small tw

[harukapologist]

0105 arranging flowers together and haruka prices his finger on a thorn?

I've always loved what their dynamic could be bc haruka is rlly shy and from what we saw so was shidous son, so maybe haru reminds him of his son T■T

Very small blood tw (because of the thorn)!! And same same, especially since one of Shidou's kids really resembled Haruka imo, so I feel like Shidou is extra protective of him 🫶 Thank you for requesting!!!

Pic 1:

H: "The flowers are so pretty!"

Pic 2:

H: "Ah!"

Pic 3:

S: "They're pretty, but can be dangerous."

[isatohlee]

Solace

Song: Hijo Del Corazón

@c-lunette

[sad-leon]

did ya boi enter week 3 of @tmntfashioncompetition just to dress up my blorbo in a villain outfit? yes, yes i did ^_^

anyways~

yes, tis me, going up against @thegunnsara and @cokoweee

outfit is just Talulah (Arknights) cosplay :D

also special thanks to @v-albion for hyping me up everytime i shared progress shots <3

[cashthecomposer]

Small businesses are awesome.

This guy, a veteran and park ranger named Steve, opened this place called TreeRock in Asheville, NC as a sort of passion project, to celebrate Mead and Cider, and showcase an incredible selection of the world's first alcoholic beverage.

I just had an hour and a half long conversation with the guy. He's so personable and knowledgeable, and I had an absolute blast- I tried like 10 different drinks, and they were all awesome, and he told me about the history and making of each and every one. After a while, I decided this is my new favorite place to go.

But they're closing, in March.

These past few years have been devastating for small businesses, and they are no exception. They are going to close in March, unless something drastic happens that changes things.

So if you're in Asheville, or you know somebody in Asheville, or you have been meaning to go to Asheville to bury that body in the trunk of your car somewhere along the Appalachian trail but you just haven't gotten around to it yet, please stop by TreeRock for a flight of meads, ciders, and beers from all around the world, for less than the cost of a Chipotle burrito.

(also they love dogs!!! my dog had a great time, and I'm sure yours will too!)

[frenchiepal]

21.10.24 🍁 first day of my first master's semester! even though one class was cancelled i came back home utterly exhausted but i was overjoyed to finally attend linguistics courses again <3 missed it so much

[abovesn4kes]

most sane Van Der Linde gang member

[expensivemistake]

matthew murdock parallels. earth 65 & earth 616

[sansacherie]

you know how else viserys could have atoned for aemma's death? he could have refused to take another wife. to avoid putting them in danger of dying in childbirth and suffering like aemma did.

i don't know how anyone could have the experience that viserys did with aemma, and just go on to impregnate his second wife 4 times as if you wouldn't be terrified of it happening again. i guess only a man could.

[r0tting-rat]

I'm so sorry for what y'all are about to read but I can't get this out of my mind. Again I'm so sorry.

Premise: I did not finish Pressure and this is probably full of inaccuracies but WHO CARESSS

Tw: cannibalism, gore

Just think about it. Back when Sebastian had just released all the monsters in the facility, there must have been so many bodies around. Scientists, soldiers, whatever. There must have been so much blood. Anglers, Wall Dwellers, you name it! If Sebastian hadn't been a killer before being sentenced to death and experimented on, he surely became one that day. I can basically see him.

He's not just angry, he's fucking livid. He does not care about sticking to what is left of his morals, he has long abandoned them. The fact that he is killing humans doesn't affect him anymore, after all, he's a monster now. They made him a monster, so it's all their fault. What goes around comes back around, right?

There's only one problem, after everything in the shut-down facility settles and everything that is left is the gentle sounds of the water dripping down broken pipes, and the problem is that Sebastian hasn't eaten anything in days. He's getting weak, he's getting hungry, he's getting desperate, and he's running out of time. Walking down a long hallway, Sebastian slithers through bodies and scattered limbs, ignoring the painfully empty stomach and trying not to focus too much on the arms, legs and torsos surrounding him. Yes, he did all of that, but it doesn't mean he loves the view. The smell is even more atrocious than the visuals.

His stomach complains loudly, growling and lamenting with need. Sebastian hisses with discomfort, clutching his midsection. "Hold on for just a moment," he tells himself, "Just wait!" But he doesn't know when his next meal is going to be, and before he even notices it his three eyes land on one of the most recent corpses. His DNA has changed and with it his needs and instincts, so—for just a moment—he considers it. Sebastian, no longer the man he used to be, looks at the corpse of one of the soldiers sent by Urbanshade to kill him, and his stomach growls.

He knows he needs it, he will die if he doesn't eat anything soon, and it's not like anyone will notice! No, it will just be another disappeared man, a nameless face to Sebastian and a faceless name to Urbanshade, the guy is basically a nobody! No one will miss him. That's what he tells himself as he kneels down, next to the body, and with one of his three hands he pulls it closer.

"You're not human," he thinks as he peels away what is left of the man's body from his mangled chest. His arms are laying a little farther to the left. "This isn't cannibalism, you're not human." Yet, as the ache for food becomes louder, something in his chest starts to grow heavy. With calculated movements, Sebastian forces one of his clawed hands in the guts of the man—no, food—easily tearing the skin open so he can gain access to his internal organs. The sight is quite disgusting, and normally would be enough to quiet his appetite, but he can't afford to be picky. He reaches blindly inside the eviscerated man and pulls out a mass of something. His hand is dripping with blood, his claws are piercing just slightly into the deformed mass in his hold. It's soft. Analyzing what he is holding would only make everything worse, so, before he can stop himself, Sebastian shoves the entire thing in his mouth, and begins to chew.

The mass is wet, slimy, he has to force it down his throat when he swallows. Just the act leaves him breathless, like it had somehow drained him of all his energies. "This isn't cannibalism, so stop whining!" his brain screams at him, like it would somehow get rid of the feeling in his chest, which has now grown heavier than before. As he reaches for a second handful with a shaky hand, Sebastian begins to cry.

"You're not human anymore!" Another bite, more blood trails down his chin and into the collar of his shirt. The metallic scent strokes his hunger like a flame, invading his nostrils and filling his lungs.

"You're not human anymore!" With the third bite his teeth snap over something hard, probably a bone shard, and they shatter it like it was a bread crust, like they were made for it.

"YOU'RE NOT HUMAN!"

Sebastian shoves his face inside the corpse, devouring anything his teeth can reach, reduced to just a starving and sobbing beast. He eats and cries, unable to stop doing either of those things, and his tears mix well with the crimson tainting the lower half of his face. He uses his claws to get bigger bites, pulling anything at arms reach towards his gaping maw, and he is unable to put an end to the massacre. He pulls open the ribcage and reaches for what's inside. Muscles tear under the strength of his jaw, the taste of sweet and fresh meat makes him go delirious, fat slithers down his throat like it's liquid.

What is left of the man once he's done might as well be the carcass of a very large dog, or a pig. The remains—which are few—are unrecognizable, just a weirdly shaped thing covered in blood and with some scattered bones. If anyone were to find it they would guess it must have been a group of Wall Dwellers, and not the sassy merchant at the 50th floor, no, they would never blame him. Just picture it; Sebastian hunched over a corpse, heavily breathing and feeding off one of the new expendables. Ridiculous, right? Yeah, sure, his teeth are sharp like a great white's, but he would never do something like that! No, after all, he is your only friend in that hellish hole, right? You can trust him, and only him. No one else.

Don't ask what happens to the bodies of the expendables once they die, that's none of your business. It's not like you'll ever see them again. They are nobodies. You are a nobody. You're not expected to return.

[moo-savr]

small ref sheet thing for p1/redux

[bamsara]

don't have good associations with my birthday

fuck it we ball. plan to celebrate birthday alone anyway

plan entire day before birthday to clean/do chores/finish commissions so birthday is free

buy banana nut bread loaf at store (because dont like cakes)

phone call

friend is having chest pains. wants to talk to the chest pain expert (me)

hmmm sounds sus. convinces them to go to urgent care, drives and pays for her visit

urgent care says go to ER

most of the entire day is spent driving to another town to their ER and sitting in lengthy wait times

nauseous / faintish because of hospital trauma

good news! friend is not dying.

only severe bladder infection that got into the blood, not sepsis tho

pain meds, antibiotics, we're good to go

drops friend off, drives home

its 30 min until midnight. i started at 8am

exhausted

nothing is done.

need to eat. gonna eat yummy bread. goes to fridge.

family member ate the banana bread while i was gone

:(

[bonefall]

I personally like Thunder's prosthetic. Explained it to my friend (who does use a mobility device, a cane and wheelchair, and listens to me rant and infodump about BB) and they agreed, it's important to know that not every person needs what someone wants to give them. It's another example of "bad ableist person does a thing that hurts a disabled person because they are bad and ableist".

Clear Sky got Jagged Peak killed and would have killed Sunlit Frost! He would absolutely force his disabled son to be "normal" and present it like a privilege. "I wouldn't do this for anyone else, it's special, why don't you want to be helped?"

Thunder Storm should toss it in Clear Sky's face. (I would say toss it into the river but we do not pollute waterways in this house)

Thank you for telling me this, and tell your friend I'm thanking them too! If they have anything else to add please forward what they have to say

Since BB!DOTC tackles some of the heaviest topics in the entire series because its canon equivalent is so dark, I think very carefully about what I do here and how I show it. I take feedback on its sensitive aspects very seriously. If I'm understanding the criticism properly, it's that I should avoid stigmatizing prosthetics by making sure Thunder Storm's not the only one with it-- which he's not! And I'll add even more.

I don't want to avoid something only because it's uncomfortable if the topic is important, and my portrayal is respectful. Ableism IS uncomfortable! There are some situations where a prosthetic is not wanted! I think the rejection of this particular one is both a good opportunity to show a type of ableism and ALSO is very fitting for the characters.

In BB!Clear Sky's mind, the villain, he's fixing an old mistake. He can't admit that he got Jagged Peak killed or take REAL accountability for it (though he will, occasionally, apologize insincerely), but deep in his bones, he knows what he did was cruel. He'll never tell anyone this because he doesn't really cognate it himself, but Thunder Storm NEEDS to take his gift.

If Thunder doesn't take it, it blows a hole in his newest story. You see, throwing Jagged Peak out was All That Could Have Been Done back then. It was a Tragedy and he simply Made A Hard Choice. He regrets it very much, But You Have To Understand.

But now? Now? Well, behold. Look at what he's accomplished since the tragic death of his little brother. His cats are well-fed, cared for, and stable enough to make such incredible advancements. If only Jagged Peak had been able to hold on longer, if only he could be here now, I could fix him.

Just like I can (MAKE YOU JUST LIKE ME) fix you.

"Everything I've ever done is for Jagged Peak. For Fluttering Wing. For you." Thunder Sky is SPECIAL, but if he rejects any gift, tries to turn down the "privileges" offered to him, in an instant that becomes ungratefulness and arrogance. He both forces him to be special, and then leverages it against him if it's rejected. "Spoiled brat, doesn't appreciate what I've worked so hard to give him."

It all goes back to him and his own guilt. He can NEVER be wrong. He can't accept his family doesn't have to be "normal" or reflect his own ability. He won't see himself as a bully, let alone a murderer. It was never about his son's comfort or finding out what Thunder Storm wants or needs, it was about his own ego.

...All that said I'm still taking feedback if there's anything else I should keep in mind, or if anyone has a counter point, especially if you also have experience here.

(In the interest of having a link trail for posterity, here's the critique/call for feedback this is in response to)

[short-for-jules]

VERY rough concept for a 3d modeled statue of Herbert West, just watched re-animator and it did something to me. Ive wanted to make and sell fan statues for awhile and this really lit a fire under my ass, but before i spend the next Several Weeks working on this it would help my motivation a lot if i got a vibe there are people in the world who would pay money for this lol.

I'm not sure how much it will be, since I'll likely be going through a POD provider since posting stl files online freaks me out, so final price will come up to how much production costs, but the ideal price rang is 20-40$ USD, with as minimal up-charge as i can allow myself. fans w disposable income tell me any and all thoughts <3

[pistachi0art]

Yeah, I was thinking Benrey would be the more dangerous of the two due to his powers. But finding out he has more of his mind and is ACTIVELY stalking people is even scarier!

Benrey’s like the enemy in a horror video game that has a low spawn rate bc of how strong they are- and when he does show up you can’t fight you gotta just run and hope you loose him 👀

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday 💣🚒💥

Tagged by @wikiangela & @theotherbuckley. Thank you!!

Coming at you with some ladder truck bombing from Rival Firefighters 🚒 . I have no idea if what I’m writing is working and flowing properly, but I’m writing? 😅

Prev snippet here (feel like it’s been forever since I shared something from my beloved au .. but the Eddie breakdown fic happened and kind of took all my writing beans haha)

By the time the police figured out a serial bomber Athena had been chasing’s final target was one Robert Nash, their Robert Nash, it was too late.

Dispatch had just gotten in touch with them, stating Bobby was trying to reach them and that it was important, when suddenly an explosion blew the ladder truck behind them onto it’s side. Stover slammed on the brakes of the fire engine, the vechile jerking to a halt as Eddie and the others watched in horror as flames engulfed the undercarriage of the ladder truck as it skidded to a stop.

They sat frozen in shock, their minds trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed. It wasn’t the first explosion Eddie had seen, hell he’d been in one, but the fear that gripped him as he remembered Buck had been riding in the cabin was almost suffocating.

Eddie climbed out of the engine, his body feeling like it was moving through molasses, as if the world had switch into slow motion. He opened his mouth to call for Buck, but the name got lodged in his throat, like it was afraid it’s call would not be answered.

He willed his body forward, needing to get closer to the wreckage, needing to find Buck.

Buck.

His best friend had given him an exuberant child like smile as he’d climbed into the cabin of the ladder truck when the alarm sounded, excited that he was riding shotgun. Eddie had made a joke about Buck keeping his head in the window like a good boy, Buck responding with his middle finger.

Eddie doesn’t want that to be the last memory he has of him. He doesn’t want a last memory, period.

Determined to pull Buck away from the pearly gates themselves if need be (he can’t imagine someone as good as Buck going anywhere else), Eddie grabs a medical bag and moves towards the overturned truck, each footstep feeling heavier than the last as his eyes search the wreckage for any sign of his partner.

Eddie could see four bodies spread around the wreckage, the firefighters having been thrown from the truck during the explosion. Three were a few metres from the truck and one was right by the busted cabin, and appeared to be pinned. As Eddie drew closer, he got a sinking feeling that the firefighter who was pinned was Buck, but before he was close enough to confirm it, Chim and Hen were pulling him back and away from where he needed to be. Couldn’t they see Buck needed his help? That their team needed their help?

“Let me go!”

He fought against their hold, throwing his weight forward as he tried to dislodge them, their hands feeling like heavy metal chains around him.

“Eddie! We can’t go out there!”

Hen’s voice carries a panicked urgency to it but Eddie’s mind is too focused on Buck, a constant loop of get to Buck, get to Buck, get to Buck playing over and over, for him to even register that Hen didn’t usually panic unless the situation was bad.

“We can’t- what are you talking about? Buck needs us!”

He redoubles his efforts, struggling against the arm wrapped around his chest.

“Do you not see the kid with the bomb strapped to his chest?!” Chim shouts, his voice right by Eddie’s ear.

Wait, what?

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[keeps-ache]

no one to listen

[ + other things below !! :D]