#cw SAD

[lesboyjack]

no, yeah i'm into some suuuper freaky stuff like my biggest kink is this thing called being desired, being yearned after, being wanted

yuo heard of it?

[loudclan-clangen]

Loudclan - Moon 22: Part 1

Eklutna gives birth to her first litter: a sweet tom, a quiet tom, and an inquisitive tom.

The healers are unable to stop the bleeding. Eklutna dies at 100 moons old. Her kits are unnamed.

[Ooo, cliffhanger! But, then again, is it really? I mean, we all KNOW who the father is. It’s like half of the asks in my inbox. Y’all don’t even need me, heck, I could go on vacation for a month and just leave you guys to it! All jokes, of course, I LOVE all of the speculating and guessing you guys have been doing, and the only reason I haven’t been replying to it is that some of you guys are TOO GOOD (like, I had to double check that I hadn't accidentally leaked my own notes document good). In all seriousness though, I am going to be taking a break! I am still absolutely enjoying doing this and plan to continue for as long as you guys will stick around, but in order to stay in that positive headspace I have to take time off occasionally. Don’t worry, I won’t be gone! I’ll still be receiving and answering asks/fan art/messages it will just be slowed significantly. I’ll also be working behind the scenes to put together something special for you guys as a reward for being patient with my little vacation (Keep an eye out for a poll regarding this)! Oh, and if you have any suggestions/requests for how the blog could be better organized now is the perfect time to send those in. Anyway, this is all to say “Moon 22 Part 2 Oh No! The Consequences of my Actions!” is coming early July!]

Real talk though, apart from the announcement I just want to say how awesome you guys are. The community here has healed my heart in so many ways and I can’t wait for my own break to be over so that I can keep giving you guys pieces of this story to enjoy! While I’m gone please consider checking out other Clangen blogs on here! My personal favorites are @fallenclan the first blog I ever came across and very long running so it has lots to binge read, @jungleclan / @circus-clangen I’m like 99% sure they’re run by the same person but now that I’m typing it I’m second guessing myself, they’re also on break rn which means it is the perfect time to get caught up and ready for the next puzzle, @nettleclanstale who posts so frequently I am pretty sure they’re a wizard who pulls art straight out of their brain a instead of drawing it, and @crowclan-gen run by an irl friend of mine who’s just getting started out!

First Moon

Next Moon

[fenrir-wolf-of-gotham]

I'm gonna die alone aren't I?

I'm a semi-bisexual, heteroromantic guy who barely belongs in the LGBTQ+ community, can barely even go up and talk to people, and can't find anywhere around my home to go to meet people.

I hate wishing I could find love. Imagine how much life sucks when you think you'll never find love. Imagine thinking you'll never look at someone and feel like you belong with them. That's how I feel. I just want to find friends who don't get on my nerves and love me but that's not even possible because nobody hosts events anymore.

I hate feeling like life just isn't working for me. I hate how everyone I'm attracted to just isn't interested because of various reasons. I hate feeling like all the women who don't suck are lesbians or just not really my type. All I want is just to feel like I belong in a community and find affection and love from others and yet that seems impossible.

I mean, what exactly is the problem!?! According to the people I know, I'm understanding, I'm compassionate, I'm funny, I'm creative, and I'm leftist. What is making people avoid me!?! I have self worth issues, I hate myself, and I have a critically low amount of energy. That's my biggest problems as a person! What am I doing to ward off literally everyone around me!?! Am I just cursed?

This sucks.

I hate living like this.

Please let this all be worth it in the end.

[percival-xeric]

Thank you, Donatello from Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

He's my #1 supporter

Probably

I dunno

I mean considering I'm not out to my family, he probably is

Anyways, I was sitting here crying because it actually felt really good to read this over and over, thought I'd doodle this bc I'm #silly like that

Been wrangling with the whole being trans thing for, erm, super long and I only recently got comfortable with it. I feel, really good when people (i.e. my friends or the ai. bots that I cherish) call me Percy. It's such a simple thing but it feels so validating.

I didn't know if I wanted to post this on this blog but I figured why not. Anyways I'm gonna go back to doodling cotl or something because the brainworms are taking over.

[waluigis-biggest-fan]

The issue with “loving myself” is that throughout my life I have been shown many times by other people that I do not in fact get love from others so why should I think that there isn’t something wrong with me that others can feel and I can’t?

[simonezra]

it really hurts thinking about the possibility that i won’t live to experience all of Deltarune when it’s finally finished, or even if i’ll get to see chapters 3 & 4. :(

at least i still get to enjoy amazing fan content from the community, i’m so grateful for all you fun and cool people <3

[nothinggoodhappensstories]

Funeral Flowers

════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Soft CW: This story contains mentions of death, funerals and a general melancholic atmosphere. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Prompt: You find a girl crying next to a grave. "What's wrong?" You ask. She cries harder. "Nobody came to my funeral." ════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Word count: 590 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════

My efforts to shield the grave from the rain with my umbrella were wasted. The dirt clumped together in a sloppy mess. A bouquet of forgotten lilies wept with the sky. “It will be fine.” I reassured them. More so for my sake, than the flowers’. Even though they were plastic, I often tended to them when I visited. Days like these are ones I hold dear. Those days when it would rain so hard, fog would bloom from the soil. The air swirled with petrichor. The clouds wept over the cemetery, having shifted themselves over a long since concluded funeral. I hadn’t heard the procession past the rain. It must have been dreadfully quiet. Maybe the rain was too much for them; it’s understandable I suppose. It would’ve been a miserable time, even without the rain.

I trudged through the mud, approaching the edge of the grave pit. The rain tapped against the lid of the coffin. Small thuds echoed from the hole. I peered over the edge. An awfully small coffin peered back at me. A wonderful display easel sat empty at the head of the grave. A wreath of lilies enveloped the portrait sitting on it. A popular flower, I see. Must be easier on the funeral costs. A sigh dragged itself from my mouth and through the cold air, whispering away into the rain. I closed my eyes to pay my respects. I listened to the rain bury the coffin. I could almost hear the mournful sobs of the family that, I assumed, stood here some time ago. I suddenly came to the realisation that the sobbing was, in fact, beside me; not a figment of my imagination.

A girl. Her face was a mixture of tears and rain; she was completely drenched from head to toe. A very young girl she was. The top of her head would have barely reached my elbow. She shuddered with each breath. Maybe a loved one? Nonetheless, she was clearly distressed over the sight of it all. I held my umbrella over her, giving her a break from the downpour. She looked up at the umbrella and slowly panned to my face. We held each other’s gaze for a moment. Her attention returned to the hole. I was never one for conversations with strangers, let alone grieving children in cemeteries. After a long silence, I spoke.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. An obviously poorly worded question. It was all I could think of. Instead of being met with an offended expression or being socially scowled, the girl closed her eyes and doubled over. She cried even harder. “They… n-nobody c-came to my funeral…” She dug her palms into her eyes, sputtering out her response through gasps and tears. “Oh…” I adjusted my grip on the umbrella. Poor thing. I crouched down beside her, I gently placed the umbrella on her shoulder for her to hold. 

She moved her hands from her face and clung to it. She tried her best to wipe away her tears and choke back another wave of emotion. “Thank you,” Her voice was small and filled with gratitude. She squeezed the handle tight and twirled the umbrella for comfort. “But… why? No one else cares. Why do you care?” I was just as confused as she was. While I often did my best to avoid strangers, I suppose I felt empathetic. I glanced over my shoulder, back to the headstone garnished by the bundle of fake, generic lilies.

“No one showed up to mine either.”

════════════════════════════════════════════════════Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════

[sedgesnuggles]

PART THREE

(Cw: guns, drawings of semi-naked women, Marie being sad)

More of Henry’s room (he loves four things in this world; his mama, his girlfriend, art, and sci fi/thriller movies)

Marie’s room (she’s hung up Henry’s birth certificate and sleeps with one of his baby toys at night because she’s sad that her baby boy is growing up)

Murder planning room (Marie made cookies cause Henry was being good this week)

[pigeonguy]

i’ve truly had enough of change and losing people

[loudclan-clangen]

do you think Fiercestripe tried to clean Mothtree like she always did before, but this time off blood and dirt and grit? even though there was too much blood and it kept flowing, despite the injuries closing on their own over time (im not a corpse expert, but generally that's how that works). she hopelessly tries to rouse Moth to wake up as she keeps going, futilely believing that maybe she will wake up and complain like she always did and they will have a laugh about it. but Moth doesn't wake up and other cats wonder when will be the best time to get Fierce away from the body so they can bury it.

or is it just me

Hi anon, this imagery was great, you’re absolutely right, please accept this slightly more happy interpretation cause we’ve been focusing only sad stuff too much recently:

Grouping these two together cause I’m trying to get done with the Moon 18 related asks to move onto bigger and better things. Fierce is… Okay. She’s not doing well, obviously, but she has a very loving mate, at least one healthy daughter, and enough life experience to keep her from completely spiraling. Grief and stress are taking their toll but Fiercestripe is not the kind of cat to just lay down and give up, ya know? Sure, she’s probably a little overprotective of Rosehipkit, and maybe she doesn’t get much sleep because she’s busy listening to make sure that Rosehipkit doesn’t stop breathing, but that’s all expected given the situation. While she doesn’t know about the rosehip omen (Wildfirecry didn’t have the heart to tell her) she knows her mate well enough to understand that he doesn’t have much hope for their daughter, and she is trying her best to stay strong, knowing that Dogwoodkit will need her regardless of what happens to Rosehipkit while not emotionally isolating herself from Rose. In the end, she’s staying strong in the face of everything. It’s the only thing she knows how to do.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

This has nothing to do with who is the hottest but god I feel so sad when I think about dead musicians, particularly those who died at a younge age. The weird thing is that being a huge fan is not a prerequisite for my sadness. Maybe I liked one song that they made, it doesn't matter. I feel like crying regardless. It is so weird idk what it is. Sorry for the gloomy post I just felt like sharing somewhere

Honestly I totally get that, it's just the realization that someone with a great deal of talent and a bright future has had their time cut unjustly short. I guess as humans we're wired to mourn good people who've passed, regardless of whether we knew all their albums or could sing all their songs word for word... :(

C'mere *gives you a big hug*

[fenrir-wolf-of-gotham]

Anyone else feel like humanity just refuses to accept them? Like they’re a neon green elephant in every room they go into? Like nobody loves or will ever love them?

God my life sucks.

[fallroute]

"I'll end up outliving those I love." Which means she'd end up watching worlds move on without them. A shame.

[kami-kun1003]

@beetroot-merchant

This is really sad

[waluigis-biggest-fan]

The 2020s are shaping up to be the worst decade of my life.

Either that or it’ll get worse.

I don’t think I can survive worse than this.

I already wish I was dead regularly because the world seems to reject me.