#but they call eachother friends...but we know

[lifenconcepts]

HEY, Angel !!

Would you care as to describe your experience? I think not enough hear on just how varied and interesting we are, and it would be great to scroll through reblogs of a single post and be able to find those with similar experiences/feelings.

feel free to write whatever but if you would like some prompts:

Have you noticed the world seem more beautiful/peaceful since you’ve found yourself?

How do you feel about gender? Or having a name? Or attraction as a whole? Is it tied to more mortal instincts, or do you still have some essence of it?

How do you feel like you physically look? Do you have any preferences in form? Would you change the way you are perceived if you could - and into what?

How does your day get affected due to your mystical self?

Do you incorporate this sense of self in your hobbies / behaviours?

What does being an Angel or being of divine/holy nature mean to you? Do you consider yourself born here, a newly created angel, or one which has been around for a long time? Do you have any thoughts as to why you were assigned human at birth?

How much sense of “human”ness do you feel, and do you see yourself as equal to humans, something more, or like a watcher of life around you?

Do you feel like you have some higher purpose and reasoning of being here? A meaning of life, if you will call it that.

Do you have any religious connotations tied to your identity?

How did you come to realise who you were, and what signs did you exhibit prior to knowing this?

Do you have any other ‘uncommon’ bits of self apart from being a being of light, in a way? (Therian, otherkin, interests in specific things, neurodivergencies?) YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER THIS IF YOU DONT WANT TO!!

What’s your favourite thing about the bodily experience of being on earth? Is there any sensation you really like? (Taste, smell, touch, feeling, etc)

Would you prefer to be in another dimension? Do your senses feel dulled?

What’s your stance on mortality and topics tied to that? Do you believe in reincarnation/past lives/fate/destiny/divine intervention/guardian angels/ghosts/heaven & hell/god/meaning of life?

Would you enjoy if others treated you as some highly being and brought you offerings/treated you like a god/submit to you/worked for you?

What’s your stance on the community?

How do you interpret existence - how does it all seem to feel and what do you take away from it, like.. what do you live for? Do you have a sense of some ideal where the more you experience the higher you will achieve? Do you crave something out of life?

Do you have a ‘gut instinct/feeling’ and has it ever been scarily accurate to the point there could be no other possible explanation other than something holy?

Do you believe you are blessed and/or protected by some invisible force?

Where do you believe angels also show themselves? Are they in those stray rays of light of headlights, do they exist in the bite marks of a wounded animal’s form, is it within the ripples of the water, in the breath of the tree that takes in the wine, in the chill upon a high mountain - or is divinity everywhere?

Do you fear people don’t understand you well enough? Don’t understand us? Have you ever felt like doing something about it?

do you feel bored from these questions already - did you enjoy it- would you like more? Did I give you satisfaction? I find joy through writing, it makes me personally feel incredibly divine, and there’s a calling to know more about other individuals in this mystical and extensive world.. we need to stick together - as a whole. Love eachother. Treat yourselves well, too. Do more of what makes you feel fulfilled and happy. There’s so much complexities to life, but we just gotta handle it all with our own minds - but treat your heart and soul with so much kindness and care.. please- take care of yourself. Find whatever works for you and live forever, my friend. My eternal, immortal friend..

[evilfrogcereal29]

I finished the design for werewolf!nikto, he looks small in the drawing but I imagine him to be 2x larger than the extinct dire wolf, so about 260ibs and standing at a terrifying 6'8 on his hind legs, He is LARGE, I'm just a bad artist. I thought up some hcs while drawing this:

TWs: hcs about torture/scars/injuries, transformation, translated german, Mentions of killing people brutally, and I think thats all enjoy!

- Will not kill Krueger, but he does deliver a nasty bite/nip to the austrian when he ticks him off (like when he refuses to give head pats, the fucking audacity...>:|)

- became a werewolf PRE-Nikto. Got attacked on a mission a few months before his capture by Victor Zakhaev. Its why they kept him alive as long as they did. once they found out about his... Condition. They sought to brainwash and use Nikto as a living weapon... You can tell how well that went...

- he was tortured in both his wolf and human form, usually collared and chained up. The damage to either form carries over. I think he gained his facial injuries in his human form, as well as the damage to his lips, removed fingernails, and torso, while his legs were injured in his wolf form, shaved, beaten, and set on fire. The scars still appear on his hands and legs in human form, the skin rough and textured. His tail was also cut off in this form, leaving him with a little nub :(

- the extra blood and cuts on his legs in the image are from whatever trouble I imagine he got into just before, probably from eating an entire small town, I think he gets injured a lot in this form. he’s usually completely feral, banging into anything and fighting everything in his path.

- he found protection under the alligence, where his status as a werewolf was kept hush hush, only Nikolai & Kamarov were supposed to know, but the guys in spetsnaz, and Krueger found out about it as well.

- nobody suspected anything for a long time, and Nikto had a schedule he'd follow to keep himself and everyne safe, but...nikto slipped up a few times, one of these times, he chased poor Nikodim through the halls in the dead of night, his girlish scream filling the halls, before getting chased all the way back by maxim with a rifle.

- he was basically forced to confessed after that night, with surprisingly calm reactions from his peers, they were a team after all, they needed Nikto. Rodion very calmly asked that Nikto never fucking chase him like that ever again, a rare moment of seriousness from the smaller man, who still had tears in his eyes and a pouty face from the traumatic event, that made Nikto nod with embarrassment. He was just hungry… can you really be that mad? (Yes)

- Krueger was also a slip up, but one that went entirely different. Nikto was having a few drinks, sharing stories with the insane man, when he felt a tingling, a prickling, all over his body. His body hair stood up, and started to thicken and spread under his clothes. He’d lost track of time. he looks out the window, realizing the moon was high in the air, it’s curse reaching out to claim him. His fists clenched and he shot up from his seat trembling, taking Krueger aback.

-Krueger tries to help the best he can, trying to put a hand on the other’s shoulder, to ask if he’s ok. But Nikto pulls away the second he makes contact, an unusual snarl emitting from his throat, telling Krueger to step back.

- he begged for Krueger to leave, to run. They were fucked in in the head, and loved to be rough with one another, and push each others limits, but Nikto always had control in those times. Here, he could not guarantee his control, his teeth sharping, with more pushing out of his gums, the feeling excruciatingly painful. His words turn into ragged growls and barking. His bones snapping and twisting as he takes on his alternate form. Krueger is stood in horror and twisted fascination. He was never a cowardly man, he would not run from his friend, no matter the form. Surely he could deal with this like any of Nikto’s other issues..

- but before long Nikto is snapping at him with jagged fangs and taking swings with his clawed paws, but Krueger is quick, dodging, while attempting to talk sense into his friend, Nikto, it’s me! Snap out of it!

- there’s a chase, and just as Krueger finds himself in a pinch, with Nikto just about ready to rip his face off, he reaches out a timid hand. His voice laced with hesitance as he decides his next words carefully. He chuckles nervously,

- “ohoho..be a good dog, ja? Clawing my eyes out would not be very good-“ Nikto suddenly lunges and he flinches, a hand moves to the top of the wolf’s head, pushing back against its forehead, stopping him from getting any closer.

-he can feel the monster tense under his touch, and a shivering, as if this monster is just as unsure as him now too. He peeks an eye open to see his hand buried in the fur on top of Nikto’s head. The monster looking at him with familiar blue eyes, there’s something… emotional in those eyes.. a realization? Perhaps his touch brought back a memory, a reminder of their bond?

“Nikto? Are you still in there?” He asks and the ears of the creature perk up at the sound of its own name, of course his friend is still there, he watched him transform into it, but.. after everything he wasn’t sure if this was just some sick game the creature was playing with his food before biting out his throat.

- the werewolf tilts his head in understanding, a whine eliciting from his maw. And Krueger let’s a small grin fall naturally back onto his face. That’s his (boy)friend right there. Just... different.

- Krueger's hand started to stroke the mangled fur, and was met with a suprsingly positive reaction, Nikto nuzzling into his hand. Letting out a relieved huff as dogs do.

- Krueger's always been a dog person, so loving Nikto as one came just as easy as loving him when he was human. That and he realized himself how useful nikto could be- except he wasn't forcing Nikto this time. He would utitlize his powers with Nikto willingly by his side, absolutely shredding enemies up in the dead of night.

-sicking Nikto on an enemy base and watching Nikto absorb bullets and bite enemies whole heads off >:3

- the rest periods after these are long and difficult, normal nikto is not as strong, the adrenaline no longer puming through him meaning the pain he indured but couldn't feel in that state was just hitting him now. Nikto definitely perfers doing missions in his human form instead.

- krueger giving him the biggest belly rubs known to man, "you're just a big puppy dog aren't you? Oh mein guter Junge.." he cooes

- Nikto won't talk about it in human form, he will punch krueger's shoulder if he teasingly asks if he can pet human Nikto's belly throughout the day, or wave a treat in his face. Its not funny. (Its just a little funny)

- overall he's a good boy, 10/10 would let him maul me and i'd still give him a treat :)

Ty hope u enjoyed reading these and my art :)

[dexter-erotoph]

the ‘guy who is obsessed with the horrors to the point of endangering themself x guy who IS the horrors or at least responsible for them’ side of skid and pump isn’t appreciated or made clear nearly enough i dont think

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

Being one of very few people hyperfixated on something that’s underrated SUCKSSS

[moodbroads]

HELP FUCK IDK WHAT TO DO FAIOHSFWGAIAAWAKJGJDWKAAA IVE NEVER HAD A CRUSH LIKE EVER IN MY LIFE THEN SUDDENLY OUT OF THE BLUE I DEVELOP THE MOST GIGGLY SWEET LOVE FOR THIS ONE DUDE I MET AT CAMP AND GAVE MY DISCORD A FEW DAYS AGO-

KKINDA GOOD NEWS THO: I THINK HE LIKES ME BACK?? IDK HE PERFERS CALLS OVER TETXING AND SHOWS ME HIS INTERESTS + WE WATCH YT TOGETHER SOMETIMES IN A CALL

PLEASE JUST GIMMIE LIKE SOMETHING I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO HANDLE LOVE- YET THIS

[driftwooddestiel]

JUST REMMEBERED MY DREAM LAST NIGHT OH MY GOD

[tiercel]

In honor of pride month im thinking about my funniest gayguy memories

[the-halfling-prince]

What I imagined happened off camera during the filming of The Pact (1999)

Director: Hey can you play a guy that doesn't have homoerotic subtext with the other main character for once?

Rider Strong: Uhhh yeah I guess. Weird thing to say, like... I'm just reading the script.

Director: Cool, awesome. We'll even throw some slurs into the script, so the audience knows your character is homophobic and definitely not gay

Rider Strong: right of course that always works.

[quzen]

do people..... not understand you can argue with people and not fuckin despise them????

[thefallenangel2008]

I love having friends whom you can insult eachother but you know it's just for shits and giggles and that nothing is literal. For example I can call my friend a whore (because she is one) and not get offended.

[youngchesstheorist]

I also think it's important to not forget the role of the parents. I am a teenager, and my parents had me extremely early, so they are millennials. My dad is a gamer, so when I was very young he taught me how to use a computer. Most of my friends' parents think gaming and computers are Evil and will hurt their child's development. They never used a laptop, so the first time they had their own electronic device, it was a phone. I know a bunch of 13-15 year olds that only have a phone and a Chromebook for school. All the teens I know that know how to use a computer either had parents that worked with tech, gamed, or didn't care about their child gaming.

this can't be true can it

[acourtofquestions]

KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)

Chapter 48

THE FAMILY REUINION🥹😆😭🫶& MY SOULLL

But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.

A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.

Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."

Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.

They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.

Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.

Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowan—had entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.

But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.

No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.

But at him. Standing. Walking.

The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.

Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."

"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.

Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"

"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.

The two women stared at each other.

Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.

"Thank you," Yrene whispered.

Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.

Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.

"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."

Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.

"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."

Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.

Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."

For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.

"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.

Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"

Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."

Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.

But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."

Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."

A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.

Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"

Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.

"They know everything," Nesryn said

"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.

Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."

The keys. Holy gods.

Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.

Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."

Aelin bowed—low. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.

"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."

Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.

Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"

The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."

Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.

Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."

"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.

The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.

"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.

Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.

That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.

How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.

"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Bad— something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."

Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.

"Moonbeam."

"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.

Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"

Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.

Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.

Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.

Elide's name had been among them.

Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.

The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.

Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"

[harukaluvr]

ok uh u jerking on the phone cs of my voice n sum asmr shit I did w my nails was not casual

[hauntingblue]

This volume is called ace's introduction. Nothing more to say.

"You hire comedians here?" He is so funny....

Who's gonna tell him..... He literally will never get a break

Ace being so proud of Luffy not accepting to join and being a little shit... Also right here is where I got ROBBED of my acesan content.... Also he does fight whitebeard... In marineford... GOD!!!!!

GOOOD TAKE ME INSTEAD!!!! TAKE MEEEE!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH

You cannot see me but I am on the floor on my knees and I am crying and sobbing and hitting my chest asking the gods to spare him

[snekdood]

idk who needs to hear this but being mutuals means nothing.

we're not friends, we literally just fucking follow eachother. all those posts that are like "im making out with my mutuals" are really fucking weird and I hate the assumed familiarity and closeness people have on this site, it's really toxic and easily abused.

[diah-the-demon]

What is it with gay autistic people stimming by meowing at eachother

Cause this has happened so many times to me help