#ive yet to be proven otherwise.

[snekdood]

Whats pretty frustrating for me is that i know theres people who think of my preferences as like. Super unrealistic or something... as if i dont already know that. like.

The whole point is that im literally so scared of getting with other people that if they arent like the person i want to be with in my head, i dont trust them. It has nothing really to do with how "attractive" they are, rather, i self isolated for a while in highschool, realized that my base emotional feelings towards others was mistrust, and decided at that time it was impossible to find trustworthy people so I instead decided to go inwards and essentially "make up" people that i could trust. Because part of me really REALLY doesnt want to believe this is a cold heartless world where you cant trust anyone, I then would try instead to find these people externally. I know its not realitisc but I still havent met someone outside of my characters who I feel like I can fully trust.

[the-family-boytoy]

big bro finding out about my special time with dad. he sticks his head in my room without knocking, as he always does, only this time he sees me, facing the door, bouncing up and down on dad- his hands gripping my hips and guiding me. at first i think hes going to do something about it, but he just stands there looking shocked. as i keep bouncing, letting out my mewling noises, his gaze locked on my chest, i watch a tent begin to form in his shorts. dad lets out a grunt and holds me up so he can thrust faster into me, and my brother startles; he quickly leaves the room, but i know he'll bring it up to me soon.

im proven right the next day when dads at work. my brother comes up to me while im watching cartoons. he stands right in front of the tv and asks how long ive been doing that with dad. i tell him im not sure, a couple months? i notice the bulge in his pants. he tells me im going to have to start doing him favours, otherwise he'll tell dad that i told him about our special time. im upset, but i agree. what choice do i have?

he makes me take out his dick, orders me to suck it. i do my best, but i haven't done this with daddy very much yet and i know im not great at it. bro watches my little butt wiggle every time i try to take him down my throat and decides he's had enough- he wants to move on. i tell him he can rub against me in my panties but he can't put it in! dad knows everything and he told me that hole is just for him. he'll know if bro puts it in and he'll be super mad.

big bro starts rubbing his cock between my legs, dragging up and down where he knows my entrance is. he slides his cock underneath my panties, watching it move between my cheeks under them as he thrusts nice and fast. finally he gets sick of them and pulls my underwear down around my knees. i remind him he can't put it in, and he says "of course, it just feels better like this"

he continues rubbing his cock on me, right against my hole, his tip catching with every thrust. he pulls back for a moment and i think he might be done, only to feel the head of his cock starting to press into my hole. "please no, dad will know! you can't put it in bro, dad's gonna know! he will i promise!" he refuses to listen and continues sliding his cock into me, little by little until he's all the way inside.

im still begging him to take it out as he starts thrusting into me, fucking me fast and hard just like dad does, grunting and groaning about how good my hole feels around him. "i dont care if dad knows i put my cock inside you. its not my fault youre such an easy slut for every man in the family." my hole is so wet his balls smack loudly against me with every thrust, yet i still try to protest in between my moans. "i bet dad wouldnt even be mad," big bro says, not slowing down, "i bet hed like watching his kids fuck like this. i bet he'd get off watching me ruin your little hole. you're so fucking wet, i think you like it too. who's cock do you like better, huh? dad's or your big brother's?" im struggling to think clearly as he pounds into me, i start crying out "dad, daddy, dad, dad" as he fucks me- answering his question or crying out for help, even i couldnt tell you.

big bro starts fucking me harder anyways. "oh you like dad better? yeah? then why are you cumming on my cock, huh? are you just that much of a slut?" and he's right, he reaches down to touch me as he quickens his pace and i cant take it. i start cumming as he fucks me, never slowing down for a second while i fall apart underneath him. "yeah thats right. thats what i fucking thought. cum on your big brothers cock. fuck, i wish dad would walk through the door right now and see you like this. i think im gonna fill you up. i bet dad would love to see his son cum inside you, wouldnt he?" his grunts get louder and his words get more and more obscene as he thrusts into me faster and faster, "yeah you want your big brothers cum? want me to fill you up just like dad does? fuck," bro says and with a few hard thrusts i feel his cum filling me up. he keeps fucking me as he cums, making sure it all stays deep inside.

our breathing begins to settle, but before bro even pulls out we hear the floor behind us creak. our dad looks down at us, a smirk on his face. "a very good opener indeed, son," he says as he starts to undo his belt, "but i think its time you get a front row seat to the main event."

[gammija]

ive been meaning to make this post for a few weeks, and now that Lena's "I am not a wealthy woman, certainly not compared to your own family," to Gwen seems to have put a spotlight on it, here's my lil suggestion;

Elias Bouchard is a ministerial employee/politician, and the OIAR falls under his responsibilities.

Gwen's Bouchard surname already heavily suggests that she comes from a wealthy family, like Elias did in tma. Alice's "Let me guess, fancy gowns, champagne, bathing in the blood of the poor, that sort of thing," comment in ep3 makes that not just independently wealthy, but high class as well.

Then with Alice accusing Gwen of (benefitting from) nepotism in the first episode, it makes sense that someone in her family has a powerful position somewhere in the OIAR hierarchy.

All those are easy to notice, but one thing I haven't seen many posts about - in that same episode, Collin and Alice have this conversation:

ALICE: [...] Is it an app yet? Do we have a minimalist logo? I assume you’ve finished all the social features?

COLIN: Don't you start. I swear I'm going to shove a cable down that prick's throat, pull it out his ministerial anus and floss him to death.

and later, with Teddy-

TEDDY: Colin, mate, you know you’re never getting out of here.

COLIN: Christ, don’t say that.

TEDDY: Even if his nibs lets you off the hook, which he won’t, you couldn’t bring yourself to just leave.

Based on that, we can conclude that somewhere up the OIARs hierarchy, there's some managerial asshole who insists on keeping Colin around (for the app?).

So, combined with what we know from OG Elias in tma, and Gwens nepotism comments, until proven otherwise, that asshole is Elias to me <3

[ventique18]

ive just realized something--since fae show no signs of aging (ex. lilia being like 80 in fae years and still looking young) and since malleus was literally born out of an egg.. does that mean that this dude literally hatched fresh outta the egg as a whole grown man.. 😭😭

BDKANDKSKA That's a hilarious imagery LOL! And also pretty horrifying if Lilia had to teach a big guy how to use the toilet. 😂😭😂😭

Serious answer though: I think physical aging depends on the type of nocturnal fae, and the forever young feature is unique to Lilia. Grandpa Baul Zigvolt, while probably also slow aging as he's a full-blooded fae, looks like a typical adult compared to him. This might be because Lilia is specifically a bat fae. Bat + fae probably means vampire in their world, and vampires in pop fiction are notoriously youthful-looking their whole lives.

Now, going to the dragon fae. It's assumed unless proven otherwise that they are born as little dragons instead of humanoid, as Malleus mentioned multiple times that his true form is the dragon one. They might just gradually learn how to turn human because being a dragon upon birth provides better odds at survival for a species so rare. As for aging, if we'll go with pop fiction like the vampire formula, their aging might be multiplicative(/divisive?). Like, they grow fast the first year, a bit slower the next, slower again the next, until they reach a point where they barely age at all and have basically become immortal! In pop fiction, dragons grow stronger as they grow older, which probably means they are indeed immortal and don't die a natural death. They need to be killed.

This goes with canon so far as it's known that grandma Maleficia is extremely, extremely old yet she's still heralded by Malleus as having power far beyond him, an active 18-year-old. This means our boy still has a lot of growing to do; both in strength and in height! 😂

[paramounticebound]

plotted sandy starter from Emperor!Khan for @ensnchekov!

There is nothing quite so like the sins of the father, he thinks, the weight that pushes and pushes until his shoulders are spent, they are broken. And yet, he endures, he with red beneath his nails and names behind his teeth. All for House Corrino-- all for what? Before he dies, he will take his mother's name.

What a mess, he thinks, How shall I clot this wound?

Shaddam IV is a shadow cast over Arrakis with Harkonnen afterglow. Khan had arrived in it, under it, a whirlwind of Imperial vainglory and foolishness. He'd watched the Sardaukar fall like dominoes, and even then, even then, been amused in the way only a Dead End Emperor could be. No surprise that the Fremen cascaded over Arrakeen like sandstorms: they know this world, all of her secrets. How foolish he, and everyone else in the Known Universe, has been to think otherwise.

That, and to underestimate the overreach of a false prophet. S'chn T'gai Spock, blemish in his mind's eye, how he dreamed and dreamed. With a blade at his throat, and trembling hands made steady. The reason Arrakis might slip away, and the reason his throne sits cold.

Now, surrounded by Fremen, waiting for the Hayalit to reappear after listening to his suggestions and offers. Gaze flickers like dying candlelight, wants to pace like an animal-- but the Bene Gesserit have proven he's more than that. Just enough. Beast, but not animal. Eyes land on the nearest, the one with his crysknife in steady hand, thirsting for his throat.

"Put that down unless you intend to use it."

[endlessly-cursed]

OC x OC Love Interests

Heads up: all my OCs are bi until proven otherwise (meaning there isn't a sexuality set for them yet)

I. The Founders Era

Soledad Delgado (b.968) fc: Irene Escolar

She's immortal

Ambitious, will get her way no matter what

Is loyal to nobody but herself for centuries

Is still alive in the modern era

Wants power

Kenna Thorne (b. c980/90) fc: Ivana Baquero

Daughter of Luxia

Warrior

Enemies-to-lovers/starcrossed lovers trope

Adventurous, reckless, with a stormy temper

Xanthe Arcano (b.1240) FC: Bethany Antonia

Daughter of Zoya and Skall

Conqueror on her own right

Skalafell princess

Fiery temper, no-bullshit woman

Commits many war crimes

II. The Victorian Era

Angelique Bellerose (b.1878) FC: Eleanor Tomlinson

Free spirited

Loves horse-riding and sports

Rich and French

Wants a storybook love

Later author of children's book

Annabel Cifuentes (b.1855) FC: Blanca Suárez

Spanish noblewoman

Ran away from arranged marriage

Divination professor

Predicted many happenings of my lore

Looking for people her age or professors at Hogwarts

III. Word War One

Corrine Lovette (b.1888) FC: Kate Beckinsale

Scientist

Literal genius

Single mother

Hyper-independent

Wants to prove herself

IV. Riddle Era

Geena Greenaway (b.1930) FC: Sevda Erginçi

Immortal

Was the wife of Henrick of Alderly and is ancestor of Naila

Has an unique power

Doesn't age ever

Looking for an epic love with someone who's her equal or willing to be her equal

Modern candidates must be over 18

V. Magic Awakened

Lucille Dubois (b.1997) FC: Valentina Zenere

Evil

Ravenclaw

Is cursed

Looking for someone who'll join her evil quest

Dies young and under mysterious circumstances

Preferences:

Stories that match

Mutuals I have less than three ships

Mutuals I haven't interacted with yet

Won't accept:

People I've blocked (this is directed)

Non-mutuals

[justanotherhh]

ramble: thing is, im actually not sold on huskerdust as a romantic couple atm (in future? who knows) but i do like whatever foundations loser baby set up for their general dynamic as a whole and i can work from that with whatever direction the canon chooses to go in, which is proooobably romantic, considering the cues (but again, who knows)

this as a microcosm of general things that at times have me go "hmmm" about the first season, which most of the time (not always, but mostly) comes down to pacing. husk isn't a character with much focus in s1. his dynamic with angel, while not not set-up could be seen as a "yeah, we'll put those two together," rather than feeling totally organic. most of husk's and angel's dynamics before loser baby have been about husk not wanting angel in his space and then not much (anything?) between ep4 and ep8 that wasn't at least partly group-based

i could pick up on other non-huskerdust related things that came out of the blue and went quite quickly, especially in the latter half of the season, where the jump from "six months" to "one month" to "now" felt kind of jarring

but in the end 8 episodes is indicative of general show culture these days where it seems everyone has to fight tooth and nail to even get that much per season, when really hazbin hotel s1 wanted at least 12 episodes in order to have more time to breathe and set up character dynamics not at breakneck speed, and heck, maybe 8 was the original goal. i doubt it though, hiiighly doubt it

all this to say i have a lot of grace for wherever the show does take things if it's trying to push so much into whatever time it's been offered with the ever-hanging (but perhaps slightly less-so post-strikes?) uncertainty of cancellation after 2 seasons. the conditions to create a story and then get that story out there... suck. and it's harder for 8 episodes (or even 12) to hide flaws than a 22 episode season of yore (with its own issues as construct but still... easier to disguise blemishes and take their time)

on the flipside helluva boss seems content to just keep trucking at whatever speed it's on, doing pretty much what it wants to do, but without any Big backing a la amazon and with everyone involved doing 100 other projects at the same time. so... sometimes it does things well, sometimes less-well, but overall just... vibing. 25ish min episode at a time every 3-5 months. granted i haven't experienced the personal pain of that yet, having started it in january, but on it goes and i'll be suffering soon enough

for very different reasons im pretty forgiving of pacing-related stuff that might (has and probably will again) come up in either show. more than anything they've got very visible constraints, so im happy to fill in the blanks with fandom -- for example if huskerdust is written as romantic by the end without developing properly, ive seen ample cool ideas and fanarts that give it more texture and breadth and/or i'll simply look at other things with the characters that aren't shipping them together -- because mainly they're just very fun shows with a bunch of messy queer characters in them, with some great singing and voice acting. the universe of these stories is so open and welcoming to play in, im just in it for a good time

also, in the end, no they're not that deep (except for when they want to be), but they're also a still-rare example of queer genre tv for adults that isn't that deep, but still incorporates relevant queer narrative themes in fun, moving, often complex ways, especially genre tv where lead characters tend to be queer until proven otherwise and this queerness in and of itself is well-written and nuanced. like yeah, i am in it for plots that hopefully stick the landing in the end, but if they don't they were still a very fun, inviting time that had me as a target audience and this a rare privilege to have with a bit of fun fiction

what am i saying in the end? loser baby is a banger, thank you for the song and all the other songs. i think angel dust and fizzarolli should hang and make out and talk about terrible bosses sometime, but the likelihood of these shows having a crossover with all the weird copyright stuff around these days is probably minimal. it's fine. (argh)

(im saying this post also isn't that deep)

[likeadog]

hi, i'm the arrogance anon. though ofc i offered no explanation so it's understandable/to be expected, you completely misunderstood what i mean, and no, i of course don't want you to post about your deep insecurities, self doubt or self depreciate and i barely don't understand how you got to that conclusion from a 1 sentence ask saying i think you sound arrogant? but the way you thought of things you didn't know were what i intended or not and yet still posted confidently (at least how the wording sounds) about it is a good example of what i mean

theres a reason i said it was a jumping off point lol but hey welcome back

really the obvious answer is a general malcontent with how i speak in (typically) rhetorical posts but i think i do a very decent job of admitting when i dont know something or adjusting incorrect information. furthermore, given that this is a personal tumblr blog and not a dissertation on my entire set of personal beliefs, i think its silly to perform the social ritual of expressing excessive self doubt as a disclaimer, because if im making a hypothetical argument, the nature of persuasion is to posture as if one is correct until proven otherwise. its just bad form. thats why you dont often use "i think" or "probably" in essays. in more intimate personal settings that self doubt is expressed more freely because its not a public space

which then got me thinking about the other times ive gotten similar criticism, but specifically in a friendship that ended because i was "too aloof" for not reciprocating the same level of personal vulnerability. which is like damn thats crazy but i especially dislike the idea of doing it on my blog

[ruiniel]

Prickly thorns, tender roses

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Rating: Mature 🔞

Relationship: Alucard/Original Female Character

Characters: Alucard, Original Characters

Summary:

Set after the events of Castlevania (Netflix) Season III. After the betrayal of his young apprentices, Alucard feels barely alive in his lonesome castle. Days wear on, chipping away at his mind and sanity. And what is the son of Dracula to do with this unwanted visitor, suddenly come at his doorstep?

Chapter tags & warnings: Inspired by Castlevania, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV alternating, Post-Castlevania Season III, Written before season IV. Explicit depiction of death and related themes. This is an M-rated fic. Whatever you see in Castlevania, you may at one point see here. Considering what happened with Taka and Sumi, I felt this had to be addressed.

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XII. Strange fates

It was night outside by the time she emerged. Ravenna stalked forward from the direction of the Belmont Hold, her mind full. It had been her first day of research amid the boundless knowledge contained in the vault, and as expected, she'd gathered nothing as of yet. It was not the most heartening outcome, but then again, she had some time. Her eyes and back hurt from the strain, but her purpose was a strong enough beacon to pursue; she would carry on, do her best. But now her best mainly meant having a good, long rest, and even the prospect of lying down to sleep in that ghostly chamber allotted to her was most appealing at the moment. Her thoughts strayed; she thought of her temporary host and their uncanny, intriguing deal. Ravenna thought back on their conversation: surely one held in respect by a Belmont, could not be inherently evil? But was this Hold truly bequeathed to him, or were they lies? After all, a Belmont and a half-vampire... No, a dhampir, as Adrian had called himself.

Then again, if she was to believe him, the two had worked together to defeat Vlad Dracula Ţepeş. I suppose I will simply have to trust... him, until proven otherwise. She would be a liar to say their understanding did not suit, after all.

A knot in her belly spoke of hunger, but Ravenna willed her mind to other things: all the work set before her. As she walked, nearer and nearer to the castle, the woman noticed a brightness hailing to the far eastern side of the clearing where the behemoth of a structure stood.

Fire. What's this?  A figure stood there, tall and straight, and alone.

Adrian. She'd not caught sight of him all day. To be fair, I'd been underground for most of it. He was drenched in thought and despite her previous resolution to rest, her steps led her right to him.

The lonely chirping of a cricket greeted the falling evening. It was warm this early in summer, but once the sun disappeared a familiar chill fell upon the lush, shadowed forest. Turning from the starlit heavens, Alucard set his gaze on the pyre of kindling before him. Two bodies lay there, covered in wrappings of linen. He had no knowledge of how funeral rites would be held in their home land, but considering the lay of this land and its recent history, he had settled for burning them. How ironic, he thought with a dark smile.

But now, about to proceed in lighting the pyre, he wallowed. He could do nothing but gape at the remains of the ones he'd once taken in and cared for. Were it not for the Styrian, you'd still be on display, he thought with no trace of resent; he'd simply ceased to care of the outside world, and they were a part of it.

How fitting and unexpected, that one of their own kind had indirectly spared their honor. Though he doubted they had ever known the meaning of such, living most of their lives in constant fear as slaves to a vampire. At first he'd pitied them. Then he had become accustomed to their presence, blinded by his own foolish infatuation to see their thirst for control. Or perhaps he'd not wanted to see it. Thinking about those times, as he unfortunately often did, Alucard would relive moments where a mere glance or a lingering look obtained a completely different meaning, and each time he felt his spirit wither beyond recognition. His own motives and state of mind from before were murky and vague now at best. He had needed... someone. No, he had needed a purpose. He had simply needed, and they had so fortuitously found him. It all fell into place; but the memory of that night would still haunt, as would the burden of their deaths.

You've been lying to us...

"I never lied to you," he repeated the words they never heard. Or did you? his guilt scorned. His eyes were caught by their lifeless forms. Alucard took an intake of breath, grinding his teeth, willing the maelstrom to cease its churn. If only he'd told them of the weapons. If only he had told them the full truth, they may not have attempted their foolish plan, but a strange seed of unseeing doubt had kept him from being forthright, and there, there lay the true blame. His face changing into a bitter smile sheltered by the night, he had to admit he'd sorely misjudged their cunning; or their desperation, as it were.

Alucard made an attempt to light the torch, but his arm fell back to his side. It seemed only yesterday Sumi pleaded with him, watching him so longingly, maintaining the two of them needed a friend. And fool that he was, distraught and shamefully in need of companionship, he'd believed them. He had wished to believe them. Yes, the fault was not his alone, but it felt as though a great part of it was. And they'd been so young, younger than he. Now, having carried their decomposed remains unto their final resting place it all resurfaced, in a sudden, unstoppable torrent of emotions clawing beneath layers upon layers of lingering grief and disappointment.

I should have told them. He tilted his head forward, his hands clenching into fists. Perhaps it was the curse of his existence, for those he held dear to ever die by his hand? Alucard stepped forward and lit the torch. He glanced at the shells of his former apprentices, his supposed friends. Perhaps they had been, in the beginning. Who knew? Strange fates roamed this world, coming to strange ends.

He lit the pyre.

Just as the kindling took to flame he heard footsteps approaching, and refocused his vision. He discerned a silhouette in the night. Speaking of strange fates...

Alucard followed her with his gaze until Ravenna came to stand by his side, but said nothing, turning back to the sight set in flames.

The woman wanted to ask him of this, but felt as though she'd be interrupting a farewell of sorts. She looked to the rising fire engulfing the pyre, then to him, noting his aching features and how he stared emptily ahead.

"They were two human warriors, come from faraway lands," Alucard broke the silence after long moments. "They sought me for my aid, befriended me, then attempted to kill me."

This was unexpected. Her eyes cut to his, but he would not meet her gaze.

"... but, why?" Ravenna contended to ask, seeing as he spoke of his own accord. An image of brutalized, healing skin came to mind. The scars...

"They fell... prey to their own humanity." A mirthless smile bloomed on his lips. "They wanted their own empire," Alucard added, almost wistfully. Then, as the fire became stronger and soared upwards he turned to look her way. In this light and with those eyes and hair, this woman reminded him of the fierce fleet footed spirits of the forest, ones he and his father beheld during certain magical nights of the year; he saw them, swaying to the golden-red tunes of their spirit fires, beaming their enchanted smiles at him. He still recalled their ever-summer laughter. But these eyes bore wariness and fear behind their depths. She was only human, after all.

"It was a situation of kill or be killed, in the end. Not unlike animals," Alucard said to no one in particular. "Though now I wonder..." he turned to view the distant stars.

"And you were angry, hence the... impalement," Ravenna uttered in contemplation.

There it was, the icy emptiness surrounding him again. Ravenna resisted the urge to step away.

"I was..." his words ceased as the flames grew higher and higher, ... disappointed? Broken? Murderously grieved? "...I could not allow them their rest," he settled.

He felt a foreign pressure on his right arm. What—

Her fingers were gently placed on him. Alucard looked into her face.

"I regret your loss."

His eyes widened only slightly at the sincerity in her voice, written on her features. Yes, not unlike the Ladies of the woods she was, with those high cheekbones and that round mouth. Alucard pulled his arm away and looked back ahead. "I suggest you go inside. There will be a strong smell soon."

"I'm used to funerals done in this manner," Ravenna said. "We had them quite often in Styria, for the same reasons." No one needed bodies susceptible to whatever evils roamed and attempted to inhabit them.

Alucard remained silent. Her presence was not truly that bothersome though her reactions, her seeming compassion, were a little odd... irritating even. Uncalled for. He slowly descended to the ground, crossing his legs under him. From the corner of his eye Alucard saw her do the same; so be it.

They watched the fires purify and change, their faces illuminated in passing light and shadows, until late into the night, Ravenna rose to stand.

She said nothing to him, merely heading for the castle entrance. As she departed, the woman stole one last glance his way: an unmovable stone figure on an empty night, burning memories. His eyes were set on the ground, his features flaring white-gold.

Ravenna turned away, and left him to continue his silent vigil.

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[malka-lisitsa]

"Oh Elijah? Now that's a good topic for discussion. The man who has a nasty habit of going for things that don't belong to him. Terrible follow through, each time he has chosen his deranged brother over the woman he stole. And each time that woman has died."

"But sure, hold him up as your champion, you will be left at the altar each time~"

"I don't have a champion. I fight for myself because everyone has proven time and time again that when push comes to shove I ONLY have myself. You're living proof that fear can out run love. I have yet to find a person that loves me more than they fear you. Stefan is lucky you like him so much. Otherwise I'm sure you would have killed him to prove a point a LONG time ago.

I don't need a fucking champion, Klaus, Ive done just fine running from you on my own for five hundred years."

[legobatjoker]

btw omg okay dont wanna say remembered bc its not smth i forgor abt ofc but last night i did suddenly have a moment of omg world aint ready. bc omg world aint ready !! actually one thing tht made me remember is that i never listened to shake the sheets fr bc i wanted it to be the thing of u imagine ur fave song in tht scene like u said so didnt listen to it when i first read the fic and then i forgor to right after so i listened to it just now and it is a p good song id say !! altho one thing abt me is that i was nott imagining any song i liked as the song mentioned throught the fic 😭 part of it is tht the authors notes did set it was set aroubd 2005/2006and ik they also said u can imagine it being set later if you wnat but i allso literally cldnt do that even when i was trying to so yk my songs releaased before 2006 knowledge is not that great also its kinda funny that the fics like imagine ur fave song here !! but then it is nott vauge enough with its descriptions that u can do that FGHGDHD also . not that there would rly be one that wld fit the descriptions of the song in the fic . esp one (esp since ithink there are actually none released before two months before prom in 2006) that was released early enough . but if you give me an empty space and say put ur fave little belvoedest song here . im going to pick a taylor song. and the tihng abt that is that i literallyyy cant do that i cannot do that. and not bc its embarrassing even or w/e (its actually sm worse than just being normal embarrassed) its like. okay this insane but one thing abt me which is so bad and need to work on but one thing abt me is until proven otherwise i feel like literally every person ever wants to/will wnat to push into active traffic for liking taylor swift. and i literally wasnt even thinking it wld be that bad with a fucking fanfiction becuase its a fucking fanfiction before i got ot that point like i thought i was gonna be able to relate a taylor song to it and yet it appears this complex does also appy to literal characters in a fanfic so i was reading the fic and trying to put any song that i like (ignoring or trying to the like songs being released when it was set issue even) and that would fit for the song in the fic but i was trying to like thing of songs i liked including taylor songs but whenever i thought of some any taylor song first of they wldnt fit lol but also id feel so like. omg the characters l would want to push me into traffic if they knew i was associating a taylor swift song here. the author also probably. everyone else reading this fic also aswell (other than u !!) even tho i ltierally wld not judge anyone else at all for associating a taylor song there infact id think that was soso slay i was so in my head abt the very like. fabric of the fanfic judging me abt it i cldnt do it and gave up associating a song there while also not even knowing the author was thinking of 👍🏽 but also !! idk if iv asked u but i am curious abt what song you like had in mind reading the fic love? :0 bc i do think it is rly cool in theory to have a fic where u imagine a song u rly like as the song the character love but unfortunatly i am too insane for that both in not having a song that fits the specifc standards in mind and also just having smth wrong with me. but i rly do wanna hear the song u associated with it !!!

the war song of all time is<3 well it is miss americana<3

[isaacathom]

ive had a bunch of vivid dreams lately and i dont know if ill do anything with them, since i have a track record of turning dreams into stories or art projects. but like. idk. i thought there was something interesting in the core dynamics present in each of them?

A girl weaves a cloth following a pattern passed down by her father, designed to keep out the cold and protect from illness. She sleeps fitfully, woken by the girl who sleeps in the bunk below. As they talk, the cloth keeps her too warm, and she states her intent to bathe in the lake. Afraid for her, and unable to stop her, the girl below insists she will come along. When they reach the lakes edge on that quiet morning, she further insists that they hold hands while in the water. The sick girl floats there, anchored and not quite free, but allowed a peace under the earliest morning sun. Later that day, the girl below corners her in a small library, and demands to know if she's okay. She says she is afraid of her, and in a moment the girl below leaves.

The girl below has no sense of how she appears, of her strength, of what authority she could exert. The girl above knows her, and fears her. The girl below only meant well, hoping to ensure the other would be safe, would be well, would not risk drifting away. The girl above wanted only to be free, of sickness or otherwise.

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In a small town, the church looms over all, a reminder of how their lives ought be lived. The alchemist and the healer work within these guidelines, the latter healing the sick, the former providing her the concoctions to do so. On one day, the alchemist decides to travel far afield for a rare ingredient, telling only the healer of her intended passage. And when she returns, laden down with vials and pouches and herbs, she gives to the healer a small token - a handful of clumps of cotton. But the alchemists' travel is discovered, and before the church, she is banished. Her workshop is burned, along with all she brought, but the cotton. In coming days, the healer slowly disentangles and smooths it, ready to spin into a yarn. When she presents this to a weaver, and is asked its provenance, she tells honestly from whom it came. And for this she is punished, for she was an accomplice to some crime, some sin. She is brought before the church, and resolutely refuses their decrees.

The two trust each other fully, more than any other power in the town. When the alchemist makes her journey, she knows the risk it bears, and she takes only the healer in confidence. When she is discovered, she makes no accusation of the healer, so absolute is her faith. So true is the healer's own faith that she forgets herself, that she must be careful, that what she has is not permitted. And yet, mistake made, she stays strong.

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The castle houses the rebellion, and its leaders are in panic. The enemy lurks over the nearby hills, and they know the castle is not truly defensible. In discussion, no consensus is reached. As the leaders disperse to shore up the castle walls, a captain wanders the moonlit streets of the castle town, and they call upon two soldiers. Tell those who must know, what we know. They disappear into the darkness. On the harshness of the morrow, the castle is under siege. In haste, a decision to retreat is made, with the infantry making haste for a narrow and tide-dependent isthmus, the rear to be protected by the faster cavalry. The captain accepts this, and mounts their horse. Before they can ride, one of the infantry leaders asks to ride with them, sword in her offhand that she might protect their flank, permit him more focus upon control. With some trepidation, they accept, and the two ride for the field of battle. Though a duo of some synchronicity, they are but mortals, and in due course the captain is mortally wounded, run through nearly enough to injure their passenger, and arm severed. She seizes the reins and sees them exit the field, their personal work complete, little more they could do but hasten for the infantry column, for the isthmus, for freedom. All this way they are hounded, pelted by the arrows of distant archers and the haste of enemy cavalry. As they enter the safety of the passage across the straight, soaked in the mist kicked up by the fleeing, she passes out against his slumped back, and on the distant shore they fall.

They betrayed the cause, all whilst stating their dedication. She was full and sincere in her belief, both of them and their words. Despite their split loyalty, when she asks to ride with them, they accept. They ride into a battle their loyalty would allow them to avoid, to quit entire and be safe on the distant hills to survey, because she asks. They are mortally wounded, because she asked. And she saves them, quits the field to flee astride their horse, and despite her own injuries never quits them.

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In a backyard is an emaciated white tiger, sitting, watching. A teenager plays, always afraid, always wary, though the beast never moves. It is only when family joins her, her mother and aunt and cousin, that the tiger rises, slowly approaching, striking fear. The four flee for the safety of the home, but the tiger is close behind. Her mother orders them all to keep running, to take the blindside of the house and the fences beyond, while she distracts the beast. To which he rises to his hind legs and pushes her against the wall, speaking clearly. She is the leader they need. He shifts into a form they recognise - an old man in their tight knit community, a man weakened by the ravages of cancer, respected and admired. She will succeed him in leadership. She refuses. The teenager, enraged at his insistence, at the ploy he has pulled to force these qualities from her mother, pounces upon him, changing amidst her rage into the form of a wolf, tearing him apart. She will later sit on the floor of her laundry, a box of belongings on her lap, pondering the life she must now live away from those she knows.

The white tiger wanted to ensure there would be a continuity of leadership after his passing and, failing to find it, manufactured it by his own hand. The mother wanted no such responsibility, forced to rise to the occasion by his actions. The teenager wanted her mother's will respected, not as a leader but first and foremost as an individual, and who let her rage at that will's denial fuel destruction.

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In the terror of the snowy hinterlands, robot soldiers from opposing forces find themselves trapped in the icy caves below by a thundering avalanche. Despite trepidations from both sides, they agree they must work together to escape, and agree that, come the surface, they will go their separate ways. But as they ascend, slowly and windingly, it becomes clear that one of them has been badly injured in the crash, the battery pack on her back providing her no energy despite it's excess, her core reactor sputtering and weak. The two make haste to the surface, and she collapses in grief at the exit. Her base is too far. As her core malfunctions and drains fast, too fast, she will never make it home. Her enemy turns to her, and asks her where she should be taken. He will take her there. She tells him, and he tells her he must go to sleep, that her energy is best conserved, and he will take her there. She agrees, and slumps into the snow. From his own back his removes his battery pack, undamaged in the fall, which still conveys its charge to her. On his core alone her carries her on his back, cold steel without life, and he begins a journey. At the camps distant edge he stops. He will be killed if he approaches further, and his battery runs low. With a signal flare sent high to alert them to her presence, he leaves her with his pack, and he begins to walk. It is only a few steps, long before any of her allies arrive, that his servos falter and he falls, power drained.

The two had no trust for the other, but circumstance would provide for the chance, and injury would provide the kindling. In desperation, they must trust each other. Does she trust him to take her where she said? Does he trust her to have given the correct directions? And, ultimately, they both agree to trust, and they go forward together.

[floralkittygambler]

speaking of maturity i also really HATE charlastor cuz alastor is 40 and charlie is 20 so its kinda noncey and shes kinda naive while he can take advantage of her

Sorry for delay

I'll be honest with you, sweet, it's wise to be careful what you call noncey - moreso publically. And if I called it noncey (cant remember sorry) then Im wrong for that. Grooming and predatory would be more appropriate terms. Due to how heavy an accusation like that can be, even in fiction, you have to be careful as it can case wildfires and possible harm (such as a false accusation towards a staff member, for example). Since its fiction, it's less serious unless it results in false accusations on staff. Anything proven true disregards that last statement.

Otherwise I do agree. There is a concerning imbalance that can result in sickening manipulation. Its also clear thats his goal.

Through the grapevine, Ive heard Charlastor is something Viv hates and wants nothing of (incl Als death) yet still plays on it as fans enjoy it, hence subtle charlastor merch. Take this with a pinch of salt, mind.

That being said, I hope your opinions get respected.

[animtrash]

Holy shit being into f1 means seeing some very stupid opinions on the teams and drivers. A lot of this is a response to a post that im not gonna put here cus its just fucking stupid. But tldr i watch f1 as a hater. I want most of the drivers and teams to do well. Except russell, lance and ocon. Russell is a spoiled brat. Lance is even worse. And ocon is a cheap fuck who isn't that good but acts like he is. Otherwise anyone else can win or get a podium or points, but i also want those three to get passed, crash, or have problems.

Aston poached their way into a winning position. Lance should realize that his best bet for the team is to be a bad and dangerous driver up at the front to knock out anything that isnt alonso. Like i know he's the reason that team is what it is but if daddy looks at the prize money as a goal, he'll tell his shit kid to jump out of the way for alonso. He wont tho, he dropped several fucking hundred mil on his stupid child.

Alfa Romeo and alpha tauri really have no excuse to be as trash as they are. They're getting beat by haas who have only finally gotten enough money to hit the budget cap. Alfa has the same engine and they're unable to make a car that can go to the end. Every single time. Bottas lost his fastest lap gamble because they cant make an f1 car run the distance of an f1 race. Alpha tauri aka minardi, they took one of the brightest rookies. A proven champion is other sports and shoved him in a shitbox. Nyck deserves better. Yuki deserves better too. Both teams have access and options to be better and dont have an excuse to me any more. Alfa especially, they have audi, i know their involvement is staged to increase into 26 but they should be looking over saubers (alfa) work cuz its not like sauber know how to make a winning car.

Then its the same issue but different for McLaren. They made a huge shitstorm happen with contracts over oscar and what do they have to show for it? Him being able to get into q3, get tapped to the back and then overtake sargent at the end so hes not last. The actual fuck. McLaren seems to forget that their car, while not able to catch a redbull in pace, needs to be able to hold together to the end of a fucking race.

Sargent is picking up ok, hes keeping the car on the track. Hes not exceptional, not that ive seen yet, and his car isnt helping him. I feel like theres a handfull of better drivers but he got hired as an ass backwards ploy for US marketing. Heres the thing, Americans™ want to see every other country losing to it. Putting an American in a williams is asking for the brain dead, nationalistic, psychos you want to watch f1 to watch it once and then hate f1. Its not gonna work in America cuz he isnt being given a 3 lap lead start so he never gets passed. Nyck showed some real strength last year but in a tauri isnt doing him favors. Seems like hes doing ok in there. But unless he can show a ton of talent he'll end up like hulk, same with oscar. Oscar getting to q3 and then getting knocked out in the 1st lap really screwed his chances, again, and the McLaren wasnt strong enough to let him shine.

Zhou and bottas are being screwed. Zhou really can keep the car on the track but dosent have the extra pace to get ahead. Id bet he gets dropped when alfa becomes audi or sooner. If he can help funding the team i could see him staying in there. But not if they want to start pushing for wins. I like zhou, he seems nice but i dont see him being a winning driver. If bottas doesn't retire i can see him leading audi and then being the second man to whatever young gun shows up to replace zhou as world champion.

Seeing hamilton so pissed by the merc is kinda sad. I hope the car gets better but also he should kinda calm down, max is similar he bitches like no other if the car is slightly off. I cant imagine either of them settling for a lesser team. Idk, just talking shit. Kimi complained a lot too but stuck with that shit box alfa.

Seeing ferrari just be so mid is kinda sad too. Seeing them start so strong last year and the just be left in the dust off the line this year is pretty sad. Sainz is a great driver but leclerc really deserves better, especially after last season. Having his car fail out on the first race isnt promising either.

Also at the end, in the winners circle, seeing jost not even able to look as checo was hilarious. Like man you were a mid tier f1 driver. Fucking chill. You really weren't all that to be acting so fucking rude. Whatever is happening over at redbull they need to ban his disrespectful ass from the infield, i dont care if that somehow makes max a worse driver or what. Get that hateful man out of the paddock please. Like any time you look at him, he looks like he wants to hit whoever is next to him. Just unnerving. Your son wasn't able to catch his teammate this race, so what? He literally broke a win record last year and is still leading the championship this year. Its fine, but no papa verstappen looked like he was gonna gouge checos eyes out.

Also saw something about alonso "starting to smell blood in the water"... Um ok, if by waking up from his super competitive deep sleep is letting max bast past him without a single defensive move on the straigh ist "smelling blood" ok sure dude. The guy is happy, hes doing well. he could drag aston to 3rd in the team championship and take the drivers title but right now hes happy hes in a car that isnt falling apart every 12 laps. I dont see a super competitive aspect of alonso waking up. The man is fuckin chillin.

The upgrades teams make through a season make a difference but in recent years i cant think of a time where a teams upgrades propelled them above and beyond 3 team places in terms of pace. Im not saying redbull is gonna hold a 1,2 show every weekend and alonso will be 3rd. Merc and ferrari can still make ground. If merc can fine tune an aston style copy thell start hitting the podium. Ferrari seems to be at their limit. And we really havent been able to see a McLaren take a fight for a full distance. They could easily be at the front, as their best of the rest spot. If alfa can make bottas' car reliable then i can see him in the top 10 a lot too. I dont see williams or alpha tauri improving much though, thatd be great but id be really surprised to see them doing well. I just hope that in this whole season lance doesn't get one single podium. Fuck him. Everyone else, good luck.

Also the people talking about the imsa and wec hypercars are mostly saying a bunch of stupid dumbshit but with all the new Brands™ joining its not surprising. Like the vanwall simps are fawning over a team that actually did a hostile takeover for the name and spent most of their time in lower classes not being very successful there either, vanwall isnt gonna be impressive you idiots. The fact that a team cant even register for a race properly should tell you they dont have their shit together.

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The signs and symptoms of viral gastroenteritis, an intestinal infection, include watery diarrhoea, cramping in the stomach, nausea or vomiting, and occasionally fever.

Viral gastroenteritis, sometimes known as the stomach flu, is most frequently contracted by direct contact with an infected person or by ingesting tainted food or drink. You'll probably recover smoothly if you're otherwise healthy. Viral gastroenteritis, however, has the potential to be fatal in young children, the elderly, and those with weakened immune systems.

Since there is no proven cure for viral gastroenteritis, prevention is essential. Stay away from potentially contaminated food and water, and wash your hands thoroughly and frequently.

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Eat bland, simple-to-digest foods while suffering from a stomach bug until your symptoms subside, like:

Rice \bananas

Saltine crackers (soda crackers)

Applesauce

Jell-O, or simply toast gelatine

Simple chicken

It's recommended to avoid foods that are fried, greasy, acidic, or spicy until you feel better, as well as beverages with caffeine, dairy products, alcohol, and plenty of sugar.

For a few hours, you might wish to avoid eating solid foods. Once your nausea has passed, you can then gradually resume eating solid foods in tiny amounts. If your symptoms come back, you should temporarily stop eating and try again in a few hours.

The stomach and intestines become irritated and infected with the virus when a stomach virus, commonly referred to as viral gastroenteritis, is present. Both children and adults may experience abrupt nausea, vomiting, and diarrhoea as a result. Additionally, you could be experiencing a fever, stomach pains, or a headache.

What beverage is recommended if you have a stomach virus?

Small sips of water, clear broth, caffeine-free sports drinks, or rehydration solutions should be consumed. Try sucking on some ice chips as well.

Prior to starting fluids, give it two hours since your previous incident of vomiting.

Drink water steadily (and for a long time) to avoid becoming dehydrated.

Dehydration, which is readily caused by vomiting or diarrhoea, must be avoided. Loss of bodily fluids like water and electrolytes is known as dehydration. Dry mouth, thirst, lightheadedness, confusion, and dark yellow urine are all signs of dehydration.

Infants and young children should be given an oral rehydration solution (like Pedialyte), which you can get at the grocery store or pharmacy without a prescription. Infants can typically continue breastfeeding, but consult your doctor first for guidance.

Dehydration can be very harmful or even fatal to infants, young children, old individuals, those with weakened immune systems, and others. You or your child might need to be given fluids through a vein if dehydration is severe (intravenous or IV).

Is the stomach virus spreadable?

Yes, a stomach virus can spread from person to person through unclean hands, infected surfaces, and contaminated food and beverages.

The rotavirus (frequent in infants and young children), enter virus, and adenovirus are the most widespread stomach viruses in the United States.

As an infant, children are typically immunised against the rotavirus. Nine out of ten youngsters will be protected from serious illness by the rotavirus vaccine.

The nor virus is the most prevalent stomach virus overall, yet contrary to popular belief, it is NOT just spread aboard cruise liners. Many venues where people gather, including schools, college dormitories, churches, nursing homes, campgrounds, and jails, make ideal breeding grounds for stomach viruses.

What is the duration of a stomach virus?

Most people can self-limit simple stomach infections, which often go away on their own in 24 hours to a week.

It is crucial to follow thorough hand-washing procedures since you might remain contagious for a few days after you start to feel better and the virus might linger in your faeces for several weeks. Children should stay home from day-care or school for at least 48 hours following their last episode of diarrhoea or vomiting.

Since antibiotics only work against bacteria, not viruses, you do not require treatment for a viral stomach virus. However, parasites and bacteria can also cause gastroenteritis.

In the event that you or your child:

displays signs of dehydration, has a fever, is unable to drink or keep fluids down, has not urinated in 6 to 8 hours, has diarrhoea or vomiting that doesn't go away in a few days, has blood or pus in the stool, is throwing up blood or it has a green tinge, or has weak immune systems (immunocompromised)

Has recently travelled to a foreign nation or any location with inadequate sanitation, and they have symptoms that seem serious or worry you.

The stomach virus and the stomach flu are they the same thing?

Even though you may hear it labelled "stomach flu," the stomach virus is not one.

The respiratory system, such as the nose, throat, and lungs, are the only parts of the body where influenza (the "flu") can manifest. Even though the respiratory flu often mainly affects the respiratory system, stomach problems can sometimes occur throughout the illness (commonly in children).

[laikamaeris]

ok but kat give cassandria a last name so i can start referring to falen by it challenge . pleas