#i felt inspired

[automatonne]

jingles in here holding a wasp . you know what I'm here for . put guys in his mouth pwease

Did you know that wasps actually do eat meat? Something to think about.

VORE HEADCANONS FOR GOD’S LEAST FAVORITE IDIOT

• The funny thing about our little wasp here… is that I don’t know if he would eat somebody on purpose. I can see, being the little bundle of misfortune he is, that he ends up accidentally devouring somebody.

• Can’t you just see it, for how often the fliers crash into each other in this show? He rams into someone head-on while screaming and—gulp!

• “Nyooooooh… ugh, Wazzzzzzpinator so fullllllll!”

• His mishap ends up with him curled up in the dirt, grounded, whining miserably while clutching his writhing, gurgling tank.

• “Ooooooh, stop squirming! Wazzzzzzzpinator’s tummy hurhurhurrrrrrts…”

• Knowing his luck, they either end up wrestling themselves free back through his mandibled mouth (uncomfy) or through him (OUCH). If the universe deems it fit to give him a good day, he literally drags himself back to the ship with his heavy gut.

• If it’s an ally he swallowed, someone might be getting coughed up into a CR chamber. He will not take any blame when they complain at him.

• “(x) should be glad they’re not all jiggly on Wazzzzzpinator’s fat, stripey—“ (he’s shot in the face)

[wonderjinx]

Harry 💖⭐️⚽️

[abcq2]

i miss last winter when i saw the moon every morning

[thisdreamplace]

do not forget “yourself”

i think at the end of the day, everyone has come to this is one way or another because of the things we want to experience, to have, to feel and see in our lives, in the world around us. but do not forget “yourself”

the you that is playing the role of [insert your name here lol]

sometimes we are so focused on the outside, and so swamped by the hard emotions that may accompany that

maybe you struggle with anxiety or other mental health issues, maybe youre disappointed with the society in which you live, maybe you really dislike a lot of things about your experience, even hate them

but we forget that within all of this, while focusing so much on how to change the world around us, we could easily change ourselves too using these same methods

imagine yourself without so many anxieties, or see yourself in harmony with your surroundings, etc etc

maybe if youve refused to do this until now, that’s why youre still here

because sometimes we can manage the world to budge, but if you still refuse to, still complaining about the same things or seeing the world in the same painful way, well you’ll never escape that because it lives within you, and thats, of course, the real you

maybe start with yourself for a change, and those more painful feelings you havent been able to shake. stop trying to force in love, when youre still so full of hate. trying to force in abundance, when you cling to scarcity. trying to force in happiness, when youre addicted to melancholy. etc etc

instead, dare to be different. dare to focus on changing YOU, before anything else. who are you being?

if you can still relate to yourself from the past, the you from all these years pasts that youve merely survived and haven’t truly lived, that’s your sign for why youre still stuck

the past you should feel like a ghost, a long ago memory, a past life, another dream

and if doesn’t, if you can still deeply relate to the you who youve tried to escape, thats why youre still here, reading, wondering, and trying.

if youre someone who loves to read about how you dont really need to change, you just need to do this or that thing and it’ll all change for you, and it still hasnt. well… maybe this is your sign to finally do what you’ve avoided.

or continue wondering, waiting, trying…

xo, dream 🦢🫧

[cos-latte]

Slight update to this goofy ahhh hater

Initial here

[guelyury]

Querido...

[cb-writes-stuff]

Bim Bom in your inbox !!!

[pleinsdemuses]

@rhaigal sent “shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

Visenya found herself standing on the scorched remains of what was once King's Landing. The sky was dark, filled with thick smoke that choked the air, and the ruins of the Red Keep loomed in the distance, a broken shadow of its former glory. Fires raged uncontrollably, the heat searing her skin as she walked through the desolation.

She saw familiar faces among the wreckage—her loved ones, her friends, all fallen in battle. Their eyes were lifeless, accusing, as if blaming her for the devastation that had befallen them. She tried to call out to them, but her voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames.

Then the nightmare shifted. Visenya found herself on the battlefield, her hands clutching at Vhagar's massive scales as the dragon lay wounded. Blood poured from Vhagar's side, her magnificent wings tattered and torn. Visenya felt each of Vhagar's labored breaths as if they were her own, their bond so deep that the dragon's pain was her pain.

"No! Vhagar, hold on!” she cried, her voice breaking with desperation. She tried to heal the wounds with her hands, but they were useless against the devastation wrought by enemy spears and arrows.

In the distance, she saw the Iron Throne, but it was twisted, covered in blood and shadows. As she approached, a figure emerged from the darkness—her brother, Aegon, his eyes filled with a cold, unforgiving rage. He accused her of betrayal, of failing their family and their legacy. His words cut deep, leaving her feeling helpless and alone.

Vhagar let out a final, heart-wrenching roar, and Visenya felt the bond shatter completely. The pain was excruciating, as if a part of her soul had been ripped away. She fell to her knees beside Vhagar's lifeless body, the ground beneath her shaking and cracking, threatening to swallow them both.

She blinked the tears away, and suddenly Rhaegal was there, right where Vhagar had been. He was lying on the ground, severely wounded, his body covered in blood and deep gashes. His face was pale, his breathing ragged and uneven. Visenya’s heart lurched as she saw him, her mind reeling with shock and terror.

“No, no, no.. ” she whispered, She reached out, her hands shaking as she touched his blood-streaked face. “Rhaegal, please.. Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t lose you, Rhaegal. Not you too.” She clung to him, her tears falling onto his chest

The ground beneath her feet began to crumble, and she was falling into an abyss of darkness, the screams of the dying and the roar of dragons echoing in her ears. She reached out desperately, but there was nothing to hold onto, nothing to save her from the endless void. She saw the faces of her loved ones, their eyes accusing and filled with sorrow, as she was engulfed by the darkness.

-

Visenya clutched her sheets tightly, her body trembling as she struggled to shake off the remnants of her nightmare. Her nightgown was damp with sweat, and she felt as though she was still trapped in the horrifying visions. The terror of the nightmare still clung to her, and she turned to see Rhaegal beside her, alive and whole. Tears of relief streamed down her face as she reached out to touch him, needing the reassurance of his presence.

“Rhaegal,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You.. You're here...” she touched his face, making sure she wasn't still in a dream. “You.. Vhagar... It felt so real... I though...”

[maudlin-scribbler]

I'm writing poetry instead of working on my assignments

[monarhrh]

Leonor Amihan de Guzmán stood at the edge of the Fasilides Bath House, the ancient structure surrounded by towering walls and lush trees. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, creating an atmosphere of serene tranquility. The bath house itself was a marvel, with its central tower rising majestically from the waters, connected by a narrow bridge that seemed to float above the mirrored surface.

She had heard tales of this place, of the sacred festival of Timkat where pilgrims would flock from across the globe to bathe in these waters, seeking spiritual cleansing and renewal. Yet, today, the bath house was almost deserted, save for a few caretakers tending to the grounds and the occasional curious visitor. Leonor appreciated the quiet; it allowed her a moment of peace, a rare luxury in her turbulent life. As she wandered closer to the water’s edge, her gaze was drawn to a figure standing on the bridge. “I did not expect to find you here, of all places. What brings you to this ancient sanctuary? ”her curiosity piqued.

[thebandersnatchoftheshire]

Me vying for my fav to be heir

@handrawntv

[nitro502]

[tohot4u]

I did a thing…

@notsofrozt

[sars-wulf]

Me when I write 2k in day:

[tennant-the-tigger]

Intrusive thoughts - Boop

In Celebration of Boop Day. Mulder's intrusive thoughts take over because Scully's button nose is so cute not to. TXF Fanart ☆ MSR Fanarti

[pleinsdemuses]

Lily moved through the shadows, a lone figure on a mission cloaked in the darkness. The night air was cool against her skin, but the weight on her shoulders felt heavier. Each mission she undertook was a deliberate choice, a way to fill the void left by Bucky's sudden absence from her life.

His departure from SHIELD and the silence that followed left Lily grappling with unanswered questions and an ache in her heart. She took each missions Shield threw her way, hoping that she would meet her former partner but no sign of him, ever. He truly didn't want to be found.

Lily threw herself into the danger, seeking purpose in the chaos. Each daring move was a silent plea for the past to release its grip on her, but Bucky's absence echoed louder than the gunfire in the night.

Since the harrowing day of their kidnapping, Lily had unwittingly become a pawn in Hydra's twisted game. They had been monitoring her movements, tracking her every step with chilling accuracy. Silent operatives moved with stealth, observing Lily's missions and activities. No corner of the world was beyond their reach, but they couldn't get ahold of the Winter Soldier. Wherever Lily ventured, they followed, biding their time until the opportune moment presented itself.

@vvolfstare