#long ish post tw

[idontwikeit]

Ever wondered what it's like to drown? Story of opposites. There's peace in water. Like it's holding you, whispering in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away. But then, there's this thing…in your head, and it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. To fight. To survive. - Arcane

[invcntions]

open to all (m if romantic) ! plot: finn's probably ghosted for a week because he gets way too highly strung about succeeding in med school but also dips in and out (mainly in) of a slight adderall addiction using it to study.

“ you should have knocked — ” the words are more accusatory than finn intends them to be, a strong offense the only defense he has as tired eyes follow the other's gaze to the mess littering the table. it's the collection of pill bottles he fears may be holding both their attention, a hand raising to rub anxiously at the back of his neck as he clears his throat. “ it's, uh — it's not as bad as it looks. it's just... been a tough module, but it's not a big deal. ” he mutters softly, moving to stand between the other and the evidence of his week of cramming.

[hebuiltfive]

Trigger Warnings for very brief alluding to, and thus mentions of, child abuse/endangerment, and of swearing (all under the cut).

This is born from the discussion with @edutainer2022 the other day (hope you don't mind the tag!) that is still running circles in my mind.

Setting the scene: imagine for a moment that Scott is being questioned on the stand. By this point, the news and the media have been running wild with speculations, and there have been many vultures swooping in to try and rip the Tracy family, their company and/or International Rescue apart. Many lawsuits have been filed in succession, many rumours (some baseless, some probably true) are swirling.

The world is starting to doubt the legitimacy and integrity of iR and those who run it.

*puts this out there and runs for the hills*

.....

Prosecutor: Mr. Tracy, have you ever abused your youngest brother, Alan Tracy?

Scott: How fucking dare you?! Of course I haven't! He's my brother!

Prosecutor: Mr. Tracy, how old was Alan when you allowed him into your organisation?

Scott: ... Alan was never sent on a mission alone until he was fully trained and fully experienced—

Prosecutor: With respect, Mr. Tracy, that wasn't my question. I asked you how old he was.

Scott: When he first joined, he was fifteen. When he first started flying, he was sixteen.

Prosecutor: And his first solo mission was not long after that?

Scott: ... I'd say it was almost a year later.

Prosecutor: So you admit you had a minor working for you?

Scott: What? No! What we do at International Rescue isn't exactly work...

Prosecutor: Alright, let me rephrase it, then. You admit you allowed your younger brother, a minor, to participate in the dangerous day-to-day activities International Rescue undertake?

Scott: When you put it like that, it sounds bad, I get it, but that's not the full story! Alan—

Prosecutor: Was a minor, a child, who you allowed to be constantly put into danger!

Scott: It wasn't like that!

Prosecutor: I think you'll find that willful child endangerment constitutes abuse, Mr. Tracy.

....

In short, thank God the world trusts the Tracy family in these shows because they'd be so screwed if people ever did turn against them. I think The Imposters came closest to what could happen, but even then (as an episode that had to have the story be solved by the end) they didn't really delve into it all that much.

Disclaimer to say that the timings and ages for Alan are probably not accurate and are just placeholders. I began writing and it spiralled. Not even confident about posting this because it's so unfinished but I needed to get it out.

[jokerislandgirl32]

I Still Remember It All

So, I wrote this crying last night at midnight…it’s about my grandpa who I lost on this day 2 years ago, feel free to ignore this post, it’s mainly me rambling and being weepy and sentimental.

It’s been 2 years since my grandfather died, and I’m feeling it now. He was the kindest, sweetest, loyal, devoted, most gentle man you’d ever want to meet. His demeanor changed once he started having strokes in his later years, but he never said a harsh word to me or tried to hurt me.

My childhood was filled with wonderful moments with him, from seeing this sweet older man who rarely raised his voice go wild on a snake, to helping him in the garden in the summers, to pitting cherries with him in the kitchen, to listening to him sing and whistle constantly, to watching westerns with him, to eating meals beside him, to being picked up from school for nearly 4 years by him.

I was his baby, and as I became older and he became sicker it’s like he became my baby. I would “grandpa-sit’ when my grandma was in the hospital or at the doctor. I cut his nails, shaved him, did his hair, dressed him, cooked for him, and fed him when he got to the point he could not do this for himself and my grandma could no longer help him.

A lot of people may say you shouldn’t have had to do that stuff for him, you were a kid. True, I was 13 when it started, when I became my grandparents primary caregiver. But I would go back in a heartbeat. They are my world and my grandpa is the father I wish I could have had. My father has been good to me, he’d provided for me and helped me, but he has a volatile personality, to put it mildly, so it’s hard.

But my grandfather…he was special, our bond was special He always wanted to have another daughter after my mom, and part of me thinks that maybe he saw me as the second daughter he never got to have.

He never knew me by my name…he only knew me by my nickname that he gifted me the day I was born: “Popcorn.” Unusual, yes, but he had a sharp mind that knew that was perfect for me.

He even made a song about me, I wish I had recorded it, but I didn’t have the capability at the time he was still able to sing it. It went like this:

“Popcorn, popcorn sittin’ on a rock

Popcorn, popcorn way behind

Popcorn, popcorn sittin’ on a rock

Popcorn, Popcorn way behind…”

I can hear him singing it…It’s my head right now….Maybe he’s singing it to our daughter, tomorrow’s birthday girl, right now…

I truly think that Alexandria wanted a grandfather for her 1st birthday, and that’s why God took him home on this day, 2 years ago…

The flowers from his spray…he had blue eyes and was a welder, so the silver leaves seem fitting…

Until we meet again, grandpa…Please take care of our baby girl, all my love ~ Popcorn

[petitprincess1]

Greetings you, do grace us with some unhinged Sun headcanons in these trying times ;3

How dawe you! 83 Well, I on antibiotics and got small cat bite infection, so I will do my best:

Sun does his best to keep you at the Daycare. He sometimes will go against his code and create a mess, saying that both of us missed a spot. You never believe it, but you still help the ray of sunshine out. Sun's just happy to be able to enjoy your radiance for even longer.

Anytime anyone seems like they're even daring to like you, Sun prances up behind you, silently. His eyes turn black with pinprick white pupils. He slouches over, turns his head to the side, and his smile widens ever-so-slightly. It works in freaking people out and it makes others evade you completely if Sundrop just looks in their direction. It makes you feel lonely and self-conscious...perfect~

Sundrop has definitely followed you home, surprisingly being sneaky and quiet. He oftentimes just watches you through a window from a distance, tracking your heat signature. Although, he does treat himself by climbing through your bedroom window and watching you sleep.

You have woken up in the morning with strange marks on your shoulder or neck. As if something was trying to puncture your skin. Strange. Try not to think about it. Suppress.

Moon has to talk Sun out of kidnapping you or wanting to squeeze you tightly. He knows Sun desperately wants to take care of you in any way, even if he was the one to cause the injury. He is...somewhat helpless to stop him. Despite being more of a parental figure, Moon still enjoys you almost as much as Sun.

Yes, Sun has also stolen wardrobe, dirty and clean, from your home.

Sundrop has affectionately called you a whore and a slut. Unfortunately, his filter blocks those words by making him say you're a wonderful person or that you're silly. But judging by the hunger and desperation in his eyes, you feel it's something more dangerous. Suppress.

It's no longer just tiny punctures. There are actual hickies and bite marks now. Is that blood that you see? Suppress.

He's getting closer and closer to you. His hands wander along your body as the two of you and the children watch Disney movies. He tells you that he would "knit" for you, but that's not what he actually meant. Suppress.

No matter where you go in the Pizzaplex, eyes are all on you, but you never see where. All you know is that Sundrop treats your brief absence as if you had gone off to war. He hugs you so tightly that you can't speak, so you punch his shoulder to make him stop. He does...but finds your panic adorable. Suppress. Just don't think about it.

On your walks home from work, an unsafe feeling creeps up on you. You bought a taser and pepper spray, just in case. But something tells you that your need more than that. Someone has followed you into your home. You thi- know who it is. How can you stop such a force? Don't think about it. Stop.

Sun's not at work the next day? Where could he be? He would never miss out on the little...spawns, as he often called them. Did he always dislike them? Is that why mutters so disdainfully when the Daycare is open and when it closes? Where is he!? Just keep working. Don't think about it!

You worked with the kids all day and no sign of Sun. No one has seen him. You walk home from work and keep this icy chill down your spine. Your friends suddenly stopped talking to you. They say they are scared. Scared of a figure that lured behind you like a shadow and are angry you didnt tell them about a boyfriend, yet tell you to break up with them. Who are they talking about? You have no other home but your own. Stop. Suppress.

You get home. Your lights are all on and you KNOW you turned them off! Suppress.

The curtains are still closed, yet you can hear humming. Suppress.

You unlock the door and open it so, so slowly. You're not breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Suppress.

Oh, it's Sunny. He's in your home, wearing an apron, and gave you a cutesy finger wave. He welcomes you back and he has the warmest grin on his face, while he's making you dinner. He also "reminds" you that you should really get a deadbolt on your door, never know who may come in. It's so domestic and calm...but you feel like your one small thread cut away from breaking down and crying.

It's okay. Sundrop is here. You- ...He found you. Suppress.

[itspixthecrazybitch]

I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her attention I want her

[spooksforsammy]

Been using aac more past few days so decided was nice chance talk about personal experience

I’ve used multiple apps for aac.

let me talk, proloquo, coughdrop, chatterboard, touchchat. Avaz, text to speech, TD snap and Grid 3 (supercore 50, wordpower 60 &100, symbol talker B & D).

Tried so many apps because spent whole life struggling with communication and voice and once learnt about aac wanted to make sure actually worked for me. Shockingly faced just about same problem with all the apps.

With aac you need to have an understanding (atleast small one) of verbs noun’s adjectives location positions. Needed understanding of how to organize words because they have very specific locations. That’s problem mainly face. Because everything is set a certain way, don’t want to ruin that look. But app doesn’t come with all the words need. So have customize for self.

Another problem is need aac more then willing to use. Because scared what family say. Don’t have app/ device like need. Is easier just not say what need then bother trying and people get wrong. Have been trying use when need but is hard, almost impossible to do so.

My speech sucks, which is why have moderate- severe speech impairment. And then fact 5 year old niece can speak better then me hurts. Because when 5 still couldn’t speak. Didn’t actually speak until 7-8 and it wasn’t until 10-12 that became more recognizable.

And with amount of apps have used still don’t know which right for me. They all work but have just as many problems am at point where want to give up. There is always something stopping me from speaking wither it’s verbal speech or aac. It’s discouraging and some people have thankfully give courage to keep trying, but only get so much courage

[ikarosxflight]

Reply to X

The affliction that immortals face, regardless of their status or species, results from the relentless passage of time. It's a curse that gradually takes hold when life no longer provides the same exhilarating experiences and sensations that it once did. The only way to counteract this encroaching numbness is for immortals to resort to increasingly extreme measures, no matter how perilous or ethically questionable, to simply feel something, anything at all. This insatiable desperation drives them to constantly seek refuge in various forms of inebriation as they yearn for even a fleeting moment of respite from their unending existence.

Pit was no exception.

The repulsive words from a vile demon stabbed into his ego, thrashing at his human heart and invading the pride of his soul. Captain Pit's divinity rejoiced in their bloody dance while his humanity suffered, longing for the return of his friend who was lost to the Darkness.

As Anti-Aqua's eyes dim and her struggles weaken, Pit feels mixed emotions, but disappointment is predominant among them. Aqua had been a loyal friend and companion throughout his journey under Palutena's guidance. He can't help but wonder if things are too easy; he knows from experience that Aqua is a formidable force to be reckoned with. Seeing her succumb so quickly to this lowly demon is almost insulting. Seeing such a powerful ally overtaken in this way is a tragic waste.

Teeth gnash together, creating a bone-chilling sound that reverberates through the air. The deadly tightening grip never lets up as those Caribbean blues glow in their merciless tides, contrasting their once serene appearance. The sudden transformation of these once tranquil waters into a raging storm is a stark reminder of the immense power within the Captain of Angels. But that's what they were, weren't they? They were more than just soldiers; they were warriors, shaped and molded into weapons, ready to serve as tools in the name of Light.

But even the most brilliant light casts the deepest shadow.

"ARAGGGHH!!"

His pain is an exquisite agony, a searing and electrifying sensation that courses through his entire body, originating from Pegasus's delicate and vulnerable wings. Amidst the chaos and roars surrounding him, there may be hints of laughter amidst his suffering. It's difficult to discern whether Pit simply copes with the situation or genuinely finds humor in their predicament as if it were a cruel and twisted joke. He hadn't been in a good fight in a long time; oh, did this demon play dirty, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Only the divine bled Ichor, and only humans bled crimson. The deepest blues stain his wing and toga, neither human nor divine. And now it stains Anti-Aqua as they roll violently into dark water.

Kiss me deadly is what the lioness's mawful of teeth demand; bloody, raw, violent, and invading. The taste of metal and something so indescribable, foul, and cold crawls into Pit's mouth; it feels alive and hungry, squirming as it forces its way down his throat.

The events unfolded in a blur, each passing moment like an eternity. The initial impact of the water against the Captain's skin went unnoticed amidst the chaos. Desperately clinging onto Anti-Aqua's neck, the Captain realized they were sinking deeper into the chilling water. The cold tendrils of panic wrapped around him as he struggled to keep his head above the surface, his frantic heartbeat echoing in the murky depths.

Are you really going to give up? Is this how it ends? Don't make me laugh. I did not suffer here for the past millennia just to watch us die. This is a trophy worth hunting!

And suffer together they shall.

His hand reaches just in time to grab the back of Anti-Aqua's straps as his mighty wings propel him through the water. With swift and determined strokes, he rapidly swims towards the surface. As he breaches the water, power glistens off his majestic wings, and in mid-air, he arches his arm back, summoning every ounce of strength to fling the other at the shores of the dark beach with unyielding force. As the winged warrior lands ungracefully at the shore, his tattered wings sag with exhaustion, and a gurgling, choking sound emanates from deep within him.

He doubles over, heaving a small portion of bile and Darkness onto the sand, but despite his efforts, he can still feel something squirming inside him. His disheveled bangs overshadow his eyes, and a sadistic grin spreads across his face as he uses the back of his hand to wipe at the corner of his mouth, leaving a streak of viscous, black fluid. He begins to cackle.

"Did you really think you could drown a son of Poseidon? You wretched enchantress, touching the wings of MY beast. These wings were the last gift my father gave to me before I-"

Obviously, he's struggling to fight the poison, his muscles twitching as he battles the venom coursing through his veins. But then, with immense effort, he lifts his head to make eye contact with the other. Instead of the expected Caribbean blues, a swirling color mixed of red and orange like fire gleams in his eyes. His fang grin spreads slowly as he straightens up, a primal and fierce energy radiating from him.

"Hahaha, I've forgotten I must not prattle so much with my prey. Your death will be glorious. Shame, though, for a pretty beast; you were one of the few I actually enjoyed watching be fucked by him. Oh well."

His battle stance changes as he summons his bow sword, but he does not use it as a bow or a dual blade. No, the aura is different; everything is different. Pit (?) keeps the weapon in one piece, wielding it as a double-edged blade, yet his first move is to throw his weapon towards his prey like a spear. Round two begins…

[pixelkip]

I have an interview for an actually terrible sounding job today bc there are barely any jobs in my bumfuck nowhere city that im even remotely qualified for and I just cannot stop thinking about how fucked it is that you're just expected to be willing to give up any semblance of comfort or concern for your own wellbeing to get the Getting To Live Points.

Doing menial work makes me wanna jump off a cliff and I'm genuinely concerned about whether it's safe for me to be doing physical labor for around 10 hours a day at a job where you have to wear full-length pants in a building with no ac while it's consistently 80-100°F outside.

Not to mention they want me to pass a drug test, and I use thc to treat my anxiety and depression.. but I'm only 19 and don't have a medical card. My parents insist it'll be fine bc thc itself is legal in our state and "surely they won't care even if it does come up!". Yea. Sure.

But since ive been rejected by or unable to do most of the jobs here, it's either take this or keep looking for a dwindling number of available jobs, continue being chastised by my parents for not having a job yet and possibly no longer be able to pay for shit I need once I run out of money I've had saved.

I know no job I can get is going to fit all the things I'd prefer, but I really don't know where I should be drawing the line anymore in terms of how bad of conditions I should be willing to deal with. Every time I don't want to do a job for a reason that sounds pretty sensible to me I'm told I'm being too picky, but now I'm being told "well you don't have to take it if it doesn't sound like you can do it" when just a couple weeks ago I was being called too picky and full of myself for not wanting the job in the first place.

I already know this whole,, thing was fucked up as is. Capitalism bad what an unorthodox take for this site /s but it feels even worse when you're surrounded by people who really should understand why this feels to devastating but just.. dont. The whole attitude around it seems to be "yea, it sure does suck! But if you aren't willing to deal with it there's something wrong with you!"

Sorry for the long post I just cannot seem to keep my thoughts in my head.

[butterflyeffectiveless]

drawings, including old ones.

[angry-kid-with-no-money]

How well would your OCs do against a cockroach tag game

🚧Fear Factor Edition⚠️

Tagged by @gummybugg

Rules: rate your OCs by how well they'd do against a cockroach. Bonus: write an entire scene out of it if you want!

i am now realising that i haven't shared these oc's with tumblr yet so this is exciting. Thank you @multifandomgoth who i share custody of these guys with, for helping me hash these out.

Max Blackheart- has a weird fascination with bugs, will pick it up with her bare hands much to the disgust of everyone else. Sometimes likes to dangle it in front of peoples faces for the laughs but will put it outside like a normal person eventually

Ryder Blackheart- back up option to get rid of it if Max isn't there bc my guy is so tired and does not care about this stupid bug

Tyler Quill- attacks it with bug spray. likes to act as if he isn't scared but if it moves he will scream. usually the one to suggest burning the house down and moving

Nixon- climbs on the table and spams the groupchat until someone rescues her

Axel and Phoenix- put a cup over it but need someone else to do the rest. Have been known to forget about the trapped bug and get very upset when they realise it's dead. :(

Siren Blackheart- tries to vacuum it up, very low success rate. usually ends up calling max for help

Midnight Quill- records Siren and Tyler's fails. Otherwise does very little to help.

don't feel pressured to participate espec cause idk if half of yall have ocs, anyway, tagging @jtl-fics @regina-cordium @patchworkgargoylele @multifandomgoth @ihatecoconut @planeoftheeclectic

[insomniaccipher]

Okay I need to talk about this cause just: Holy shit?! I want to say I'm making this up cause I know it'll sound super made-up, but it's just that much of a holy fuck moment that I need to write it down. So since it was the anniversary of Techno's death a few days ago, I didn't post anything cause I just couldn't bring myself to, I ended up playing Hypixel's skyblock. I've watched Techno's series on it so I knew to try and get Lapis armour.

Safe to say I killed SO MANY ZOMBIES! Like a whole ass genocide but not one goddamn piece, I knew the drop rate was low but holy shit.

So a bit hopeless and ready to just look for an alternative armour set I decide to put Techno's first Skyblock video on. Ya know? to have something to laugh at and distract myself when not 5 minutes into the video:

*Ding!*

...

I got the fucking Lapis boots. Now I know "maybe you just got lucky" or something like that and ya I thought it was just that too, BUT I wouldn't be talking about this if it was just that. So I go to sleep, wake up at 11am and decide to hop back on. Spend some time doing other yada yada yada, and then I go back to the deep caverns. Again I put Techno's Skyblock series on cause "hardy-fucking-har wouldn't it be funny if I got more pieces of the armour set" and "it was just a one time coincidence"

Foolish, foolish me

After committing another slaughter of Lapis zombies, albeit this one was a little smaller

*ding!*

I now had the pants. Okay so ya a little funny that I had Techno's videos on twice now and both times I got a piece of Lapis armour "but surely it won't happen again"

.

.

.

Not 15 minutes later: *Ding!*

As I type this I currently have 3 out of the 4 fucking pieces of the set. So ya... Did Techno's ghost temporally bless me cause I'm a lesbian?

Cause thanks man!

Really thought while I was joking throughout this, I do still miss him. Even though I didn't know him, he was a comfort and constant in my darkest moments, so thank you Techno for everything and we will always remember you.

[theyoungprinceling]

@symphonicsoul || 💫🧡 Valo

"I need to sit down for a second."

["I need..." Sentence Starters |Accepting|]

Rain isn't going to stop Ling from searching for Lan Fan. He's been out in the snow before and came back just fine. Not an ounce of a cold, so he can handle a little rain. He didn't tell anyone he's leaving, though, because he knows the response he'll get and he's tired of it. He knows it's dangerous outside and he knows he shouldn't go alone. It's almost been a full week. He knows. But he still isn't bringing anyone and he doesn't care about the danger.

It's because of this plus the rain that on this particular day, he's more so sneaking out instead of making it obvious he's up and leaving. His plan is to go out one of the windows, since they're a lot easier to sneak out of than doors. Plus, windows are superior. The Comodeen may be a big building, but Ling's scaled the palace in Xing. He can handle this.

He finds a random window that he thinks is sufficient enough and he prepares himself to go out but stops when he hears footsteps. They're too light to be Edward's. Then he hears a voice saying something about needing to sit down, as if they're in some sort of pain or just need assistance of some kind, and Ling finds himself in a dilemma. Take the time to help a random person or continue with his plan.

Lan Fan can't wait. She could be dying right now. She's more important than someone he doesn't know...

Ling sighs, resigned. Lan Fan is more important but he isn't heartless. He wishes he was right now. He turns the corner where he heard the footsteps and voice and sees a taller man standing there. He looks like one of Kumo's people, although something appears to be wrong with one of his horns. Maybe that's what's causing him trouble.

"Uhm, are you okay?" Ling walks up to him and places a hand on his shoulder to help keep him upright. "I can take you somewhere to sit, but you'll have to give me directions. I still struggle to work my way around here."

@symphonicsoul

[decaydancedeaddove]

Something something basement Gerard who convinces u to throw up for him 😣

— 🐁

ohhhhhhhh basement gee my shayla. augh

maybe yall r making out and u can tell smth is on his mind. he’s into it but not as into it as he should be yk? so you give him a couple more pecks on the lips, ask him what’s up. he kind of giggles and skirts around the topic, tries to kiss you again and you’re like “hey. what’s on your mind?” (erm is that a freaking pierce the veil lyric)

he sighs, bites on his bottom lip. babyboy<3333. and then admits that throw up excites him and he was thinking about you doing it. or something along those lines

and to his surprise you’re like. okay??? let’s do it. and gee gets so stupid excited, thanks you profusely and tells you he’ll do literally anything you want after

so he giggles and drags you to the bathroom, giggling the whole way. and he has u get on ur knees in the tub/shower for him. maybe he affectionately traces his finger over ur lips. ugh. first he sticks his fingers in your mouth, purposely hitting the back of your throat so he can watch you gag and shudder <3 then he gives you his cock, sucking him off but he keeps making you gag. and already he’s turned on as fuck just by you gagging and ur eyes watering.

he traces his fingers over your jaw and asks you if you’re ready, that you can still back out if you want but you nod enthusiastically. so he continues, holding himself in your throat past the point of you gagging, and your stomach starts to churn.

you vomit all over the tub floor. he groans at the sight, jerking himself off while you puke and comes right on your heaving chest. he caresses your face and calls you beautiful after btw.

[willingcannibalvictim]

oh i have a real funny story about this one.

once when i was younger (middle school times, 7th grade to be exact) i got this bath bomb that was meant to look like it has a whip cream dollop on top of it! on that dollop was a small piece that looked strikingly similar to lemon gummy.

before i got in the bath, i decided to prick it off. i squished it, it felt like a lemon gummy. i liked it, it tasted like a lemon gummy. i popped it in my mouth and chewed it, and it still tasted and felt like a lemon gummy!! how perculiar!!

well, while i was in my bath, i started to feel really growth. slightly sick, one could say. my stomach hurt and i felt like i would vomit. i ended my bath prematurely and when i stepped out, i felt even worse.

i dried myself off and ran to my bed, where i called a group chat i was in at the time. only one person picked up, who i’ll can antonio for the sake of this story.

i said “antonio, i think i ate a piece of soap. it looked like a gummy off a bath bomb. if i end up dying, i want you to give all my plushies to jay.” antonio just say there with a shocked and concerned look on his face and i suddenly hung up.

i was fine. i didn’t throw up, i didn’t get sick. everything turned out ok, but it’s still pretty silly imo.

Trying to prove a point to my mom, reblog if you have accidentally tasted soap, and are not a bot.

tagging some people

@the-taggerrr @literal-trans-beans @perch-the-cat

Also you CANNOT spam, because that will ruin it /srs

[kitxkatrp]

[Mad Hatter to Break] " i'm so... tired... " (/potentially from fighting Glen to protect Break?)

alternatively, send in " i'm so... tired... " for the sender to be the one losing consciousness in front of the receiver after sustaining severe injuries that threaten their life.

He already knew this was going to happen. Had known for months. Ever since she had absorbed all the Abyssal taint into herself, her body had been breaking down like his had been. She had saved him from that horrible fate, only to take it upon herself.

He had /known/ that.

But seeing her laying in his arms right now....that knowledge hadn't made this any easier.

"...You're an idiot..." He cursed quietly under his breath as he brought her head up and buried his face into her hair, ignoring the stench of iron. "....This should have been me."

It should have.

He should be paying for his sins right now.

And yet--

"...Was I...really worth this?" He suddenly shouted, clenching his jaw tight. "Was I?!"

/No./

He could never be worth this. She was so much better than him, so much more deserving of this life than the one she was gifting him with her sacrifice.

It wasn't fair.

He was so tired too.

He wanted to rest too.

This was so selfish of her.

And yet, in the end, he couldn't hate her for it.