#idfk what to tag this as tbh.

[demuredeadbeat]

Personal but also fagposting. Don't like don't read, I write for myself.

Been noting most of my urges in school were, yeah, anger issues and pent up energy, but also the dying need, impulsive lurch to fight like a boy, against other boys. I wanted to be different, wanted to be alone with them, wanted to challenge them and have them see something different in my eyes, not my body.

Had a couple fights, nothing terribly physical though plenty of confrontations and a door slammed on my foot while I glared and said I wasn't going to move, rough shoving and elbowing on the football grounds till my shoulders bruised while trying to steal the ball because I felt the urge to fight, scrap, bare teeth, whatever the fuck, the lone 'girl' tryna play with the boys.

I was told time and time again that I could play basketball or volleyball with the other girls, stop bothering the boys and let them play, you can do other stuff, and the coach didn't do jack shit about the hierarchy of maybe I'd get to play football if the other guys let me - bc I'd argue, I'd stand there and argue, say I wasn't moving - but. I'd get to play sometimes.

Sweaty, dirt on my uniform, heaving, cheeks flushed red from running, but a thrill somewhere deep inside, a grin I tried to hide. The times I didn't get to play I sat there on the steps and watched them. Wistful. Faint sounds of the girls laughing and talking amongst themselves nearby, not even bothering with P.E. while I watched the boys.

I knew I didn't want to fucking play anything else.

The boys didn't play anything else.

[isjasz]

[Day 39]

"I keep getting this feather in my face"

For the people that didnt watch the vods/streams: scar kept saying this bc the feather on his hat kept falling over, so i thought itd be fun to link it to a past moment :) (Grian is trying to use the feather to make him sneeze HAHJAKAH) (maybe the reason his feather keep falling over is a curse its grian haunting him its- [car runs over]

[sea-buns]

Every waking moment I wanna know what magic seals got fucked up in Xhorhas SO BAD!!!

The live show cannot come soon enough. What crazy-ass time-convincts are running around, and is the Bright Queen wishing her little Shadowhand was there to clean it all up?

I'd like to think that the Dynasty all believes him to be this very conniving, incredibly powerful traitor.

When in reality, he's in a room at the Chateau, papers scattered and crumpled all over, having not tranced in days, throwing his hands up as he turns to a similarly disheveled Caleb like

"I have no fucking idea what the fuck is happening what the fUCK IS HAPPENING–"

[clandestinian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, technically, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Vulnerability, Character Study, Arthur Pendragon Character Study, Kinda, Introspection, Friendship/Love, Crying, Canon Divergence - Episode: s05e13 The Diamond of the Day (Merlin), ARTHUR DESERVED TO FEEL ANGRY Summary:

"All that power," Arthur taunts, "and you still can't save me."

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Arthur feels everything. He feels it all.

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Hi everyone, this is my first-ever fanfiction! If you’d be willing to read it and tell me what you think, I’d be forever indebted to you. Seriously. Lets make out. 

Love, adelaide <3

[sonadow4life]

Just a little smth I’m working on cause I wanted to draw him running

My anatomy for mobians is getting better :)

[boundinparchment]

Reprieve

In which Dottore helps you deal with the cyclical pain of having a uterus. As gender-neutral as possible but reader has a uterus, so this references to everything that involves. Pure indulgent fluff. I don't know what else to say. On AO3 here.

You rolled over and curled up on your side, sleep ruptured by the dull ache blossoming into searing pain that seemed to radiate through your entire being.  Beneath you, the sheets felt damp.  Not now.  Why now?  

Next to you, the bed was cold.  Dottore had long since gotten up.  He slept so rarely, and although he didn’t necessarily need it, he deserved to rest more.  The last few weeks had been rough in finalizing the Tsaritsa’s most recent plans.

You willed yourself out of bed and into the washroom to clean up.  The tiles were warm beneath your feet and the pain ran down your legs and seemed to sit in your very hip bones, gnawing at you like a rift hound’s claws tearing at a leyline root.  

Every damn month.

After washing up and chucking the wrapper into the garbage, you sank to the floor, doubled over.  Just a few minutes, you reasoned.  At least the floor wasn’t as cold as the land outside, the Palace wrapped in what felt like an eternal blizzard.  

Getting up a second time felt impossible.

Exactly what you didn’t need today.  Your schedule was packed, one diplomatic meeting after another, a day full of smiles and watching your words like a hawk over its prey.  

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, absorbing the radiating heat once you found the best position that took the edge off of the pain.  You knew you didn’t have to endure this.  Your lover had already worked through several viable options for precisely this reason; some permanent, others not.  Some months were better than others, though.  Not all of them were this bad.

“What are you doing down there?”

You didn’t have to pull your head up to know Dottore was standing in the doorway of the washroom, looking down at you.  This scene was nothing new.  The question was redundant, although teasing, and its answer was one you didn’t need to give.

Warm hands helped you up and supported you as you bit back a whine, your legs protesting.

“How long were you laying there?” Dottore asked, breath tickling your forehead.

“Not sure,” you replied.  “Hurts too much.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

“Dottore, I’m fine, I just need some time to—”

He kissed your forehead, silencing you as a hand pressed against your lower abdomen.  For someone with such a cold demeanor, he had the warmest hands.  Your muscles eased ever so slightly and you felt yourself slump a little.

“One of my Segments can take your schedule.  There’s no reason you need to bother yourself with the inane whining of the nobles that can’t solve their own problems.”

You relented, knowing full well that it was easier to just let him help than push back.  You didn’t have the energy, anyway.  He led you back down the hall to bed, pulling the covers back on his side and ushering you back under the protective warmth of the blankets with a kiss before leaving the room.

He returned with a small sampling of your favorite breakfast options before retreating into the other rooms of your shared quarters.  Within a few minutes, you heard the sound of running water and caught the scent of your favorite bath oil, too.  A scent that was no longer in circulation, one he’d developed himself when you lamented you’d been unable to find a suitable replacement some years prior.  

A bath did sound nice, you admitted.  Much nicer than a day full of meetings and grinning through your organs revolting against you.

You finished the small plate of food, savoring the last of the tiny and flaky peach-filled pastry that you still never learned the name of.  You heard the water stop and Dottore’s footsteps, the Harbinger returning again, this time with a vial containing a pearlescent liquid.  It was familiar, a usual anti-inflammatory compound that he kept on hand for these exact occasions, and therefore by now needed no instructions.  Or so you thought.

You held out your hand to take it but Dottore shook his head, his free hand gently holding your chin to keep your head steady.

“It’s not the usual dosage, darling.  A little will go a long way.  Open, please.”

You obeyed, opening your lips as the cold glass met your bottom lip and you felt the cool liquid across your tongue and down your throat.  It tasted sweet, like sunsettia.  Dottore capped the vial and placed it on the bedside table; he’d given you about half, you gathered, based on what was left.

Before you could ask anything further, Dottore pulled the covers back and slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you from the bed with ease.

“I can walk, Dottore.”

He silenced your protests with another kiss to the forehead.  “No one said you couldn’t, darling.”

You found yourself back in the washroom, heated tiles beneath your feet as Dottore lowered you back to the ground.  You spotted fresh clothes, a cup of herbal tea, and your favorite book; a new publication you hadn’t gotten around to reading yet.

“But what about the—” you gestured to the other room, where the sheets were stained, more appropriate for his lab than your bedroom.

“It’s nothing that needs your attention,” Dottore replied.  “For now, relax.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical.  His unmasked face was close to yours, mouth upturned in a playful smile.  Your lips met his once, twice, soft and eager kisses that you hoped conveyed your appreciation for the gesture and care.  His tongue brushed yours, all of once, before the Harbinger pulled away and helped you out of your pajamas.  

Out of habit, you bundled them to hide the blood, as though the man next to you had sensibilities too fragile for such things.  You saw him covered in viscera, elbows deep in a specimen you had no name for, among other things; he was quite literally the last person to be bothered by the presence of blood.

Dottore helped you into the tub, the heat from the water enveloping you.

“Thank you, Zandik,” you murmured.

At the mention of his given name, the one long forgotten, you watched as the tips of his ears turned pink.  

“Take your time.  I’ll come back and check on you in a bit.”

The warm water didn’t rid you of the pain entirely but the edge was already disappearing.  The medication, and maybe a nap together, would do the rest.

[fishtank32]

Lmk doodle page that turned into a dragonfruit doodle page. I love them sm.

[kristiliqua]

to all artists and everyone following me (just in case) please turn this ON !!!

where to find the setting: account settings > Visibility

for desktop/browser: account > select blog > Blog settings (in lower right , above mass post editor) — it should be there when you scroll down !

[wilmeet]

just out of pure curiosity:

[alien-bluez]

wowza i'm finally posting again! Art from OC-tober, prompt was old oc

[the-lonelyshepherd]

can someone provide book recs please i have like a deep urge to read and like idk what to read drop titles that made you feel something vv

[uzumakichcined]

some 3am musing ideas of some of the grousome tactics that Karin would have employed to keep people in a constant state of fear and under her control

cw: torture, gore, cannibalism, dehumanization

For one, Karin would ensure all the prisoners are sectioned off depending on what they are going to be used for later on. Seeing as many of hte people are chosen for spesific reasonings, Karin would make sure that each are kept to a very strict diet with various tracked periods of starvation and dehydration.

Of course for those people who do not need to be kept on a strict diet to impact certain experiments she would inacta torture by forcing them to make their own food.

Comprised of their fellow inmates. A trusted idea of how she had for the fist many years of her life had been seen as food, she would force them to use human meat and bone to cook their meals if they were to eat anything at all. Letting them starve or forcing them to eat it in one way or another also helped cut down on the amount of corpses she had to deal with as well only needing to bury the parts they couldn't eat.

For those prisoners who didnt pose any real use outside of dying, she would test to see how various diseases work on the human body and the lengths that they could survive using her chakra. Not only testing the mental strain one takes while eating another person literally, but also the unique and fascinating diseases by only eating spesific body parts or what body parts may hold what kinds of diseases

this also allowed her to find ways to cut corners on costs of feeding her prisoners. To those who didnt comply they would need to kill and use the prisoner they were forced to fight as their meal, put into a cage in front of everyone else to watch the dipravity of what a human can be pushed to when on the brink of starvation.

When diseases effected the mentality of those around her, she would put them far too close to others as a display for what happens when one doesnt stay composed and listen to her. More often than not she used these to record how mental health is effected on prisoners, seeing if diets can change progression or healing, and the limits of her own healing when it came to these afflictions as well

For Karin, it was a job. She held no remorse or issue doing this to people but many of the prisoners were too terrified to really speak about some of the things she did. This was considered her more tame punishment as at least this way you still could eat.

[glitch-productions-official]

New pinned post + Introduction to me!

WARNING BEFORE I BEGIN!:

THIS IS PARODY, THIS IS NOT RUN BY THE ACTUAL GLITCH PRODUCTION PEOPLE! PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY! ALSO, ASKS ARE OPEN!

KEEP ALL ASKS FREE OF NS//FW STUFF, YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN!

Introducing me (in character version):

Hi, you can call me Moon! I'm the manager of this account, I ONLY work on this account, and I have ADHD, Autism, epilepsy, and I'm nonbinary! Use She/They for me, please! I'm gonna be answering the asks her, MIGHT talk about work a bit lol.

Introducing me (out of character version):

Hi, I'm Mary! I'm a bored (currently) 20 something year old Demigirl, I have the same disabilities I said in the in character version (ADHD and Autism and Epilepsy), plus an anxiety disorder and depression. I'm always tired and I'm NOT giving out my main blog. I use She/They/He pronouns, I like all of those TBH.

I also made this blog for fun, and I BEG Y'ALL to be sure that NONE OF YOU take this blog seriously AT ALL, it's a parody.

Anyway, have fun with this stupid blog!

[fyzzyfuzz]

I want to hug the robot (I will fucking die)

[dynamiteghost]

they should have named this thing the suckinator

[lavender-town-tailor]

Alright, let's get crack-a-lackin' here!

-Arylide was originally one of the main characters for a pokemon fangame called "Pokemon CAR Version". However, the files got corrupted and fucked him, alongside his friends, up. The three managed to do some wacky code shit and escape to different regions, with Arylide escaping to Kanto and residing in Lavender Town, where they now work as a tailor.

Edit: The I and Y are mixed up, his name is actually spelled as "Arylide".

Basic muse info (that isn't added in the ref ofc):

-He does not remember anything from the game they were intended to be in, so don't ask about it. They won't be able to provide an answer.

Mun/Blog owner info:

My name's Leviathan, or Arlo, whatever floats your goat! I also use he/they. My main is @emo-baja-blast so if you want, drop by and say some wacky shit to me!