#i will be returning to fluff now

[sotvtaughtmehowtofeel]

The author regrets everything

TW: major character death, child death, suicide, graphic depictions of violence/body horror

This is the only dead dove: do not eat thing I will ever write

I blame @joelxmiller @skoulsons @tlouobsessed but really it's just my fault. I am so sorry.

Joel enters the operating room in Salt Lake City to find that he's too late.

Joel shouldered the door to the operating room open. Ellie was lying on the table, bathed in harsh fluorescent lights. The pulse ox on her finger was beating too quietly for him to hear.

It had to be.

“Unhook her.” He didn’t remove his eyes from her, didn’t even notice how many people were in the room. There was blood.

Oh God, why was there blood?

In the periphery of his vision- he couldn’t look away from Ellie- he saw bloodied gloves move away from her head. He couldn’t see where they’d been, she looked fine- she had to be fine.

“Unhook her.” The voice sounded so far away. He was only vaguely aware it was his.

There was shifting in the periphery of his vision. They were stepping away from her. She wasn’t moving. He rushed forward, setting the gun on the table.

Her skull-

His breath was forced out of him like he’d been hit by a truck. His blood was so cold, colder than her hand when he touched it. She was cold.

“No, babygirl, wake up, babygirl you need to wake up, I’m here, baby, I’ve got you, I’m here, wake up, baby-” the words tumbled out of his mouth as he gripped her hand, touched her face, cupped her cheek, pulled her chin so she’d be looking at him—

Her eyes were open. Glossed over. Sarah had given him the same look after Tommy pulled him away from her. “No, no, baby-” He had no idea when he’d started crying. He couldn’t feel the tears on his cheeks. His lungs had stopped working, a deep burn in his chest building- his heart had stopped.

He’d failed her again. He’d known. He had known. He’d only get her-

“It’s done,” the doctor said quietly, trying to pull Joel away from his babygirl.

His shouted “no!” was echoed by the gunshot. He had fired hadn’t he? Yes. How had he gotten the gun…? He silenced the whimpers in the corner with two more quick shots. Ellie would be silent forever; the world shouldn’t have sound anymore.

“Baby, please, please, baby, I need you to wake up, you gotta tell me some puns, babygirl, I need to hear some puns and you’re the only one- baby, please, wake up, tell me about space, babygirl, where you gonna go once we find you a spaceship?, where we gonna build that sheep ranch, baby-”

He finally saw the piece of her skull they’d removed, lying discarded on a bench next to the operating table. He picked it up delicately, trying to overlay it trying to replace it he had to cover he had to cover her brain oh God her brain

they’d hollowed her out. He had to get her out he had to-

-Ellie jostled gently in his arms as he walked. He was outside, standing on a hill, taller than any around. She had to get to moon. She had to-

-he stared down into the hole in the ground. Dirt and blood caked his arms up to his biceps. It was too shallow it was too small he had to keep digging- he couldn’t look over at her, lying on the ground next to him, but he knew the hole was big enough.

She was too small. He cradled her against him, holding her too tightly. She should be complaining, telling him he was gonna break her ribs-

-the gra- the mound was too small. He had to add more dirt just to make it a mound, just to prove that she was there. His babygirl-

He fell to his knees at her feet, his hand grasping around to find the gun. His eyes were open; he didn’t see anything.

It wasn’t like last time. It wasn’t really that he was ready. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t afraid.

He just wasn’t.

He wasn’t anything. Sarah was gone, Ellie was gone, and so was Joel. He was already dead.

The bullet didn’t matter.

[the-artist-grimm]

Wow you guys really wanted the narilamb spice-so behold the doodle stash! (Again it's kinda just fluff but it is obvious what these idiots are doing lol)

Also a little spicier one under the cut~

(Crownie's already long left the temple after leaving a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door XD)

[springypaws]

@jonmartinweek day 3, Nightmare | Hair Care

Do not question me and my overuse of these particular types of color palettes 💞

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Fool

@jegulus-microfic June 21, Word count 548

Previous part First part

When James woke, Regulus was still holding tight to the lion he’d won for him. The employee at the toss-a-hoop stand had not been impressed when he and Sirius both got all three of their hoops on the giant prize bottles. He’d reluctantly handed over the lion and the wolf to them, muttering something under his breath that James was sure he didn’t want to hear. 

He wrapped his arms tighter around Regulus, bringing him as close as possible. Regulus squirmed against him. James huffed out a breath through his nose before he nuzzled into the soft skin of Regulus’s neck, peppering kisses along the arch, gently rousing Regulus from sleep. 

“Hi,” Regulus murmured sleepily.

“What do you say we stay in bed all day today?” James asked, brushing the tip of his nose against Regulus’s ear. 

“Sirius will just barge in if we don’t get up,” Regulus said, stretching back against James. 

“Well, you see, the thing is I kinda forgot about the washing I left in your washer and I don’t have any clean clothes,” James admitted, embarrassed that he’d completely forgotten.

Regulus sat up and pointed to a neatly folded pile of clothes on the chair in the corner.

“I dried and folded your clothes for you,” James looked at him with amazement. 

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He asked, the three words slipping out before he could catch them. He forced his body not to tense up and spook Regulus. 

“No,” Regulus said after swallowing hard. Regulus hadn’t freaked out, so James relaxed a bit. 

“Then I’m a total fool. I do you know,” He didn’t know why he didn’t just stop talking, but he couldn’t help it. Now he’d said it once, he had to say it again. “Love you, that is,” 

“You do?” Regulus’s voice was quiet and oddly muffled. James lifted his head to see Regulus’s face better. He’d buried it in the lion’s mane, which explained his muffled voice. James stroked his fingers through Regulus’s hair. 

“I do, very much,” Regulus spun around, so he was facing James.

“I love you too,” He blurted out, slightly louder than the quiet moment called for, but James didn’t even notice, he was busy dragging Regulus towards him and kissing him deeply,

“Thank you for doing my washing,” He said when they broke apart to catch their breaths.

“I wish I hadn’t,” Regulus giggled into his lion, which had come with him when he rolled over. 

“I think Mr Lion can go guard the door for a bit,” James said, plucking the lion from Regulus’s hands and tossing it in the direction of the door. It bounced off the wood with a soft thump. 

“Hey, that’s my lion!” Regulus grumbled, looking at the fallen toy.

“I don’t think he wants to be between us right now,” James laughed low, feeling it vibrate through his chest. Regulus must have felt it too as he swung his leg over James’s hip and dragged himself closer. 

“Oi! Breakfast in five!” A loud bang at the door, popping the latch open and Sirius’s booming voice called louder. James sighed and, with a soft sweet kiss, released Regulus before he went over to the chair to pull out some clean clothes from the pile. 

Next part

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Banter

Notes I Pure fluff maybe + chung myung content ?!?! woah.. keep in mind that this is not edited and checked :3

Chung Myung will never let you live this down. No way. Especially when he, quite literally, had you pinned down. "Give up yet?" He asks, his tone teasing as he looks down at you with that shit-eating grin he knows you have a hate-love relationship with. God, you want to wipe that grin off his face so bad. "Love," You start, your tone seemingly pleading as you look up at him. The one and only Mount Hua's Divine Dragon, Chung Myung, swore he could explode at any given moment. And while that normally is a threat to the other disciples, it means something else now. Slowly but surely, you lean closer to him. You then pout, "Please.." A kiss, then you turn the tables on him. For a split second, he was caught off-guard with that kiss; you didn't waste any time switching your positions. How cute he looks when he's under you. "I'll kiss you, okay? So please, keep your voice down."

Notes II Chung Myung deserves all of the kisses and hugs in the world.

[iicomet]

(chungmyung & gn!reader - second pov)

(In which he finds you.)

  Chung Myung had wondered where you wandered off to. 

  Usually around this time of day, you would be chattering the ears off of anyone who comes close enough to you, enjoying a nice cup of tea with someone, or maybe taking a stroll under the cherry blossoms, watching the sect members train diligently. After returning heavily injured from a mission, you were forced to rest until your injuries had healed. 

  (However, now that he thought about it, your daily life was somewhat like this before you got injured too; so perhaps it wasn’t too much of a difference.)

  While he usually wouldn't care about what you do for leisure, your sudden absence left an eerie silence that left a bad feeling in his heart. You wouldn’t get caught up in something dangerous or fall from a cliff, right? You knew better than to get into dangerous situations when you’re already so injured.

  …Unless said situation seemed fun to you.

  He sighed. Of course he had to have an adrenaline junkie as his senior.

   Quickly checking through your usual spots, Chung Myung had started to wonder if you were already dead in some remote location before he caught sight of a familiar uniform, sitting limply under a tree. Before he could start scolding you for walking out so far while still injured, his blood pressure immediately spiked the moment you suddenly fell to the ground, eyes closed and breathing shallow.

  Did you die? Were you poisoned? Were your injuries too heavy for your body to withstand? Anxious questions rose in his mind as he ran over to you, turning you over to check on your situation—- Only to find out that you were merely asleep.

  He had to hold in every nerve in his body to stop himself from pummeling you awake. How dare you make him worry? Are you trying to make him have an early death? The insolence of kids these days. (ignoring the fact that you’re his senior.)

  Chung Myung was ready to carry you back before the others noticed your disappearance, but the moment he saw the sword next to you, he realized that you had been secretly training alone here, away from others who would disrupt your determination to improve. After all, despite your victory from the mission, the failure of not being strong enough to protect yourself hurt your pride as a protector, as well as your confidence in your skills. In a way, he could understand your willingness to continue honing your skills, but he knew that over-exerting oneself would spell an even worse disaster in the future.

  The scent of plum blossoms lingers in the wind, the low temperature of the area cooling his heart. You seemed truly peaceful in your sleep, not unlike the way you acted while awake; hiding your feelings from your sect brothers and sisters to avoid worry. Chung Myung shifted his position into a more comfortable one, allowing you to use his lap as a pillow as you continued your slumber, lulling the both of you into a calming daze. 

  For once, allow him to take care of your burdens. He already took on the entirety of Mount Hua’s, so what’s one more? You were there for him for a long time, so this time, he wants to be the one giving you strength.

[mamawasatesttube]

i have to speak my truth. i think timkon clone baby aus fucking suck

[doodlesdreaming]

Bobby can dance. That much is obvious. When he is in a good mood, he can really bust a move.

But he never slowed dance before. Not until Drifter led him into a slow waltz at that haunted castle of Dracula's. It was clearly a tactic to not anger the dead spirits roaming what was clearly once an impressive ballroom.

But halfway across the room, the two got lost in the moment. Dancing beneath the pale moonlight to music that echoed a past once filled with peace.

The ghosts of couples and noblemen, watched them dance and remembered. Remembered a time that was so long ago now. And yet, it feels like it was just yesterday....

[alpacahat67]

i could say i hate it when ppl act like asrian isnt slow burn right person wrong time one-sided pining hurt no comfort and pretend that nothing bad happened and that it wouldnt take more than whats shown in muriels route (best ending for those two) to repair that trust that they actually didnt have way too much of from what i remember but Big Fandom would hang me

[deva-arts]

summer is hitting me something fierce and I want to do a beach episode because of it :( do you have any idea how much I love beach episodes :((((

[avernusfuries]

When hope had fuelled her, it had been a very, very simple thing to fall in love with him. Truth be told, she would've had a far more difficult time abstaining from it, for with every little flirt, every little smile he had thrown her way had twisted her stomach into wicked little knots, and promptly shoved her heart into her throat.

Karlach, the big, bad servent of Zariel, felled by a pointed smile and a tongue sharper than a new blade. It had taken her by surprise, initially, how easy she had found it to love him, and now she wondered if, now knowing that she was completely fucking doomed, would he do it all over again?

It was no easy thing, swallowing down the bitter truth, and it burned like battery acid on the way down.

Very suddenly, the notion of loving him and being loved in return felt like such a selfish venture. They had blazed their way across the Sword Coast as one big, unconquerable force these past few months, and Karlach had been incensed by the hope that there was happiness that awaited her at the end of the rainbow.

All of that had gone to shit the moment Gortash's blood had started to sink into her boots.

So selfishly, she took these small pockets of affection where she could, because she did not know if it was going to be her last.

Gods, he had already suffered so much, and cruelly, he was going to lose her too. How she hugged him felt like more of an apology than anything else, as though any of it had been a matter of their choice to begin with.

I would prefer it if you lived, you know. I don't want you to die just yet.

Just like that, he had quickly reminded her that her life, engine or not, was not infinite as his was. Had she been normal, she had little doubt that he would offer her the gift of immortality which, she was not entirely sure that she would accept.

A lump formed in her throat, and it took a hard swallow to force it down again. Two, actually.

Karlach turned her face into the side of his throat, as though she could bury and smother all the ugly feelings that coursed through her into the coldness of him. Comfortable, entirely him.

"Me too."

No brainer, really. It was all she had been able to talk about all these weeks, like a broken music box tinkling through the same, distorted tune for hours on end.

What she had not expected was how quickly she had fallen in love with the concept of life. Of having friends. Lovers. Freedom.

"I love you, you know. Have done for quite a while, now."

@sanguisarcana, continued from here.

[sysig]

New dream OCs drop (Patreon)

[rambunctioustoons]

putting this here too, (but after knowing she's fine with it), in Doombop! Sun's potryal is largely inspired by @sillywabbits in our writing together! Little tidbits wormed their way into other things too. <3

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Hello y’all—I hope you’ve all been taking care 💖✨

This is just a little heads up that the next Destiny Bond update may take a lil longer than usual. I’ve been feeling all sorts of off ever since starting a new medication earlier this year and have mostly felt—sedated? Sleepy for most of the day? And it’s been getting in the way of how I do most things like drawing and such,,,,, we’ve recently readjusted the dosage (we being my doctor and I), so hopefully I should have my energy back soon, but until then, I’ll be trying to slowly get back into the groove of things skdjskdjsn

Thank you to everyone who’s supported the lil project and my art as a whole since I came on here, we’ll get right back into it soon enough ❤️

[cheridraws]

all those posts saying to eat and drink when you hate the world were right,,,, water and bread has fixed me

[hauntedfalcon]

crying gnashing my teeth this is taking so long and it’s only half done