#little girl unwellness

[themetallicnemesis]

Prime cream wip

[s-aint-elmo]

girl who has suffered more than alll-mer

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[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

STOP calling his little barrel a cuck chair it's NOT a cuck chair my best friend Christos confirmed Hodge CHOSE to sit separate from the nasty little mutineers so he could look at them DISRESPECTFULLY. if anything this is his FUJOSHI THRONE

[mayaannart]

THEE Guillermo del Toro likes my art…

[zishuge]

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 12

[fumifooms]

Raising my eyebrow

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

when a character is themed after a wolf and their family is likened to a pack and their children r referenced as young and little wolves and cubs and and AND

[c-kiddo]

(about cr2 rewatch again) i litrally love tmn so much i will frow up. theyre so good. the cast are so good at embodying them. they dont sound like people trying to be characters sm of the time they sound like just (weirdo) real people it makes me crazy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kojirosnanjo]

haikyuu as tweets (part idk)

[yourlazykitkat]

I don’t care to speculate what happens in the next few books but I salivate at the thought that Azriel kills Eris. Knife at his throat, hands in his hair to pull Eris’ head up so that he can spend his last moments staring at the person who promised with every inch of his existence to end him. Was Azriel overcome with rage and protective revenge or did he follow orders like a dog? Does Eris accept this death or fight till the very end. Oh Sarah, do you know how many fix-it headcannons you would fuel? How many “the bond snapped too late” fics would be hot off the presses? It would be so goood sarahhhhhh

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

cw: Implied character death. This one is kind of brutal.

There had been a rhythm to things, at least until now: the party had a set of rules, and it would always start a certain way and finish a certain way. As long as everyone toed the line, which blurred but never disappeared, things would follow their natural course. The flow of the ritual shouldn't be disturbed.

If this was so, Avery didn't understand exactly where it went wrong as she followed the procession that went after where the dogs had dragged their prey to. The biting cold of the moors was sinking deep into her as the full moon peaked over the horizon, red and glaring down at her like never before. At her, specifically. The other masked guests, elks trailed by their foxes, didn't seem to have any sort of reaction to that eerie glow as they gathered in a circle at the edge of the forest.

In the center of the circle, a girl lifted her head, never having looked so terribly fragile. She wasn't granted the grace of a mask. The ears that poked out of her head and fluffy, soft tail behind her more than made up for it, even if now they looked all matted and dirty from being dragged from the mansion, and everyone peered down as her unfocused gaze seemed to look for something in the crowd, though she was clearly too out of it to see anything clearly.

Yet, as her head turned to Avery's direction, she was so sure that the little fox could stare through her mask. Her gaze remained on Avery for a moment, with Avery looking back at her. Even if she could say something, she wasn't sure of what could be said. The last thing she had said was asking the fox to be good, but judging from her beaten look, she hadn't just complied with the hunting dogs. It was just like her to do that, of course. The fox also said nothing. Maybe she was truly too out of it to speak or reach out, maybe she had given up on begging for Avery to help her with anything at all.

Then, as the silver fox approached, Avery turned away. Or she tried to turn away, as a looming presence appeared besides her, and turning away in front of her would only expose her weakness.

"You're quite close to the main show." Remy's voice whispered to her from behind the High Elk mask. "Even though you were trying to keep it for yourself."

Avery remained silent, staring straight ahead as the silver fox made her call. Wide-eyed, the little fox let out a distressed sound as she tried to run away, on all fours, though she was already so worn out that it didn't take long for a dog to grab at her.

"A real one!" Remy seemed to be disgustingly happy. "A real one, so that we don't have to pretend!... You know, i don't blame you. Had you managed to keep this for yourself..."

"Who told you?" Avery asked, blinking as another dog grabbed the little fox, shoving her down even as she tried to bite, scratch it away from her. Blood trickled from her cheek as she managed to lift her head up again, before being shoved down almost instantly.

"Doesn't matter now." Remy replied. "But that was naughty. But thanks to your little stunt, this might be the most successful renewal so far... And you're lucky that i'm so amenable."

She playfully elbowed Avery, who wobbled on contact, and though she could quickly straighten herself up, it was a good excuse to turn her head away as she pretended to recover her bearings. Remy gave a low chuckle at that.

"Come on." She spoke with a lightness that barely hid the smug sound of victory underneath. "Don't tell me you got attached."

"This hunt is boring." Avery snapped, the mere notion of what Remy suggested making her sneer. "You already knew the target before it even began."

"Don't be a sore loser." Remy tutted. "You're still here because you were smart enough to give up your prize, so play nice."

An ear-splitting scream came from the fox, now overwhelmed by the hunting dogs, a sound akin to an animal being ripped apart, and Avery stepped back only to bump into Remy. The pressure in the air made Avery look ahead again, her breath catching in her chest as she saw the flicker of ginger-blonde fur disappear amongst the dogs and never get back up.

"To me, it's never been quite as interesting." Remy's tone darkened, a little lower than the usual. "What a prize, indeed."

Avery looked down between them, the ritual dagger in Remy's hand between the fabric of their dresses still reflecting the sickening red glow of the moon.

"I almost forgot," Remy said, as the silver fox came up to her side. "You won this."

She placed the laurel crown on Avery's head very gingerly, yet the leaves might as well have been gilded with gold as it weighted down on her head. With no more words to share between them, Remy walked to the center of the circle as the dogs dispersed, dagger in hand, as the ritual was about to be finished once more, the flow of it disturbed but never, Avery realized now, never having strayed from the end goal.

[octarinecore]

I got diagnosed with brain parasites and unfortunately it’s terminal

[thermodynamic-comedian]

listen. i do not ever want anything bad to happen to lena kelley. however i do want her to, at some point, be in so much distress that someone has to comfort her. do you understand.

[bizlybebo]

11:45 am on my third coffee today. they should put me in a lab

[glassamphibians]

i hope pjo show gets canceled before s3 bc if i see the tragedy of bianca di angelo on screen i will not be held responsible for my actions

[futurewife]

Thinking about when I was in school I would be known as "the _____(whoever was my main f/o at the time) girl" of my class or year LOL. now on selfshipping tumblr I can have many more people thinking this about me and bestow this title upon me... :)