#loss mention

[werexcat]

Well, today happened to be the day. My mom, aunt, and I have said our goodbyes.

There’s nothing else that can be done, and I choose to believe that my family member gone to a better place—a place where everything is fine and good. It’s tough to swallow, and there was some drama, but everyone is hurting—to whatever degree and no one should feel like they’re hurting more than others.

I hope things settle, and we’re all able to come together when they are laid to rest once arrangements are made.

I’ve been lurking , liking things, but I still don’t feel like writing or even drawing really BUT I’m really glad today happened to be my off day so I did get that time to say goodbye.

I’ve been reading threads from you guys across the dash and laughing, so that’s been healing in its own way tbh. ❤️

[island-ghost-dj]

☤ - a memory of death/loss

//putting this under a read more due its dark tones and Pokemon death

"Teacup? Where are you?" Before he ever started going by the name, Honey, he was Joon Woo. Joon Woo stares out at his flower field, where the family's passive Combees fluttered by. His Cutiefly almost never left his side, so it was truly puzzling that the little one had gone missing.

At first he thinks poor Teacup got smothered in honey; trapped in its goopy texture. What a silly bug, he laughs to himself, trying to ease the nerves out of him. So he goes to check on the hives and Combees to search for them. When this takes all day and there's no sign of his Cutiefly. . . the worry doesn't end. Even the leader of the Combees, the Vespiquen, knows to not dare hurt Teacup.

When nobody on the family flower and honey farm knows where Teacup went, Honey ventures out from the woods and into Floroma Town. Cutieflies are not native to Sinnoh, surely someone in town would have see him? Surely Teacup drifted to the flower shop, lured by their hibiscus flowers as per usual?

But no. He wasn't there. Where could he be? Joon Woo's mother calls him when it's getting to dark to come home. He says he can't until he searches the woods for his bug.

So dressed in a jacket and donning a flashlight, he searches. He searches for days but can't find him. Every night that ends with him coming home empty handed and staring sadly at Teacup's bed, a china teacup with a small cushion but it's empty. It drowns his heart in sorrow. Did Teacup hate him? Did he do something to upset his precious bug?

He stops sleeping in the bed. He kept waking up half expecting Teacup to be there. He started to sleep in odd places, until one day he fell asleep in a day time nap in his flower field. At dusk, he woke up to a Duskull prodding him. Strange. Pokemon normally avoid the flower farm entirely due to how many Combees there were.

The Duskull stares at him sadly. It stares and stares, its red eye peering into Honey's defeated gaze. Then something clicks. It was Teacup. But how? And WHY.

"Take me to wh. where Teacup is-" Joon Woo says immediately after. The Duskull leads him back to the house, up the stairs and to the left and stops at his brother's room.

Without hesitation, he barges in there. The Duskull pulls something from the closet. With his heart full of dread, he opens a small box to reveal its contents.

A pair of severed Cutiefly wings.

What happened next was a blur, he remembers faintly dropping the box, trying not to vomit and scream, before he races down the stairs to find his parents but he finds his brother first.

His brother. HIS BROTHER.

H I S

B R O T H E R

"I'LL KILL YOU-"

[lemonlimetoast]

I had a dream that my ex died and I couldn't even mourn properly because I'm not in their life anymore by choice so I couldn't go to the funeral and at their grave no one really knew who I was and I felt like I shouldn't be there but I still wanted to mourn them because my grief was absolutely overwhelming

[onlytiktoks]

[bobbabubblez]

Your ED is still valid:

• never got hospitalized

• never experienced medical complications

• never cried while eating

• looked forward to eating

• never exercised

• still ate “unhealthy food”

[fatphobiabusters]

Theres something really insidious about how gastric bypass advocates deny that essential organ mutilation is unhealthy.

"I've lost so much weight I'm so healthy" your stomach is mutilated.

"My doctor is praising my progress" your stomach is mutilated.

"I fit in so many more clothes now"

Because an essential, life sustaining organ in your body was cut up and your digestive system rerouted.

Health isn't the end all be all of value, humanity or importance but I feel like there is a huge lie here when this is "healthy" and it's just ignored.

Sorry to just bring this up out of no where but I was reminded of how little this is really talked about in bypass circles. Like, no matter what, you are now unhealthy. The spector of health continues. The Ouroboros is unbroken. Only this time it's doctor approved.

-mod squirrel

[dietmineralwater]

Me pulling the weirdest positions near food so I can see the nutrition labels without looking suspicious

[kaspermoon]

nothing feels better than seeing your weight go down

[shepscapades]

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Doc and Xisuma despairingly endure the fallout of Etho’s violent boot up at the dawn of a new season—but only barely.

[This fic concludes the Destruction short comic series, which follows the chaos and panic that erupts after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of Hermitcraft Season 9 after a very rough Season 8 finale leaves him glitched and broken. The comic is set to Joywave's Destruction, but this fic is inspired loosely by Overwerk and Jordan Macdonald’s Feedback and Bassea’s fever dreams / by your side.]

[aventurineswife]

Can you write Aventurine's reaction to seeing his baby opening eyes for the first time and revealing Avgin eyes?

A World Worth Seeing

Summary: In the quiet of a desert nursery, Aventurine holds his newborn child for the first time. As the baby opens their eyes, the unmistakable mark of their shared Avgin lineage, Aventurine is overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Memories of his painful past and the loss of his clan resurface, but so does a newfound hope. Determined to give his child a better future, Aventurine vows to protect them and ensure their life is free from the suffering he endured.

Tags: Dad!Aventurine, Parent-Child Bond, Emotional Reflection, Hope and Redemption, Avgin Heritage, Found Family, Fatherhood, Vulnerable Aventurine, Post-Trauma Healing.

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma, Brief Reference to Slavery and Loss, Emotional Content‼️

A/N: CRYING, THROWING UP, 😭 WHY?! Ahem, I love Dad Aventurine or dilfs in general, I hope this fic makes you cry‼️🤗💖🫶

The nursery was quiet, save for the soft hum of the desert wind filtering through the window. Aventurine sat beside the crib, his usually flamboyant demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic stillness. In his arms rested a small bundle wrapped in soft, white fabric—his child. The baby stirred slightly, their tiny fists curling and uncurling, and Aventurine’s heart beat faster than it ever had at the gambling table.

He hadn’t prepared for this moment, not truly. For all his meticulous strategies and contingency plans, nothing could have readied him for the weight of fatherhood. He gazed down at the infant, his hair falling over his face as he adjusted the blanket.

“Come on, little one,” he whispered, his voice unsteady but warm. “Let me see those eyes.”

The baby stirred again, a soft whimper escaping their lips before they blinked slowly, their tiny eyelids fluttering open. Aventurine held his breath as two vibrant eyes were revealed—magenta and cyan, with the unmistakable black pupils of an Avgin.

His heart stopped.

For a moment, the world fell away. The distant sound of the wind disappeared, the weight of his past faded into silence, and all that remained was the tiny being in his arms. The sight of those eyes—so strikingly familiar yet entirely unique—triggered a torrent of emotions he wasn’t prepared to face.

Memories rushed in like an unbidden tide. His clan. His mother’s gentle voice. His sister’s laughter, long since silenced. The horrors he’d endured, the chains around his wrists, the pain of losing everything. And now, here was his child, carrying the unmistakable mark of their shared lineage. A lineage he had fought to preserve, even as he tried to bury its painful legacy.

Tears welled in Aventurine’s eyes, but he quickly blinked them away, his signature grin faltering for only a moment. “Well,” he finally managed, his voice soft and laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability, “aren’t you full of surprises, just like your old man.”

The baby cooed, their tiny fingers reaching out and gripping Aventurine’s thumb with surprising strength. He chuckled, a sound filled with both awe and disbelief. “You’ve got your Papa’s eyes, huh? I guess fate had a hand in this one.”

For the first time in years, Aventurine felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel: hope. This child was more than a reminder of his past—they were a chance at a future he never thought he could have. A future where his clan’s story didn’t have to end in tragedy. A future where this little one could live free, unshackled by the pain and cruelty that had shaped his own life.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Don’t worry, little star,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ll make sure you never have to face what I did. I’ll give you a world worth seeing with those beautiful eyes.”

The baby blinked up at him, their gaze curious and unclouded by the weight of the world. Aventurine smiled, his resolve solidifying like the roll of a perfect hand. Whatever risks he had to take, whatever games he had to play, he would do it all for them.

In that moment, holding his child with their shared Avgin heritage shining back at him, Aventurine realized he’d already won the most important gamble of his life.

If I see more Dad!Aventurine reqs, I'm gonna cry fr‼️😭💔😕

While writing this fic, I saw this, I'm not okay ☹️💔

[skullsemi]

Thanks to many thoughts, I ended up drawing again about that one concept idea of mine with baby Max and tired Goofy. Which it's about how difficult it was for Goofy at the beginning for a couple of reasons, and that Goofy only managed to occasionally take better care of himself with the help of his friends. Sure he's positive and optimistic in general, but I can't see he managing it all by himself alone.

[uncanny-tranny]

I think it's incredibly important to remind folks on testosterone or folks who want to reverse patterned baldness about their options, but man, does it sometimes suck wondering how much of our insecurities about our hair stem from backwards beliefs that to strive towards beauty is not only preferable but "makes you good."

As someone with a rather masculinized body pre-medical transition, patterned baldness has always seemed neutral. Hair is incredibly important (hell, much of my own energy is spent on my hair because I like it), but the pressure to have hair, to have hair the "right way" is something that I absolutely loathe.

I'm not here to judge people who don't want patterned hair loss or baldness, I'm here to say that those traits will never make you lesser. Not only is it neutral, but it is also just as worthy and beautiful.

[daughter-of-a-hungry-ghost]

[withdenim]

How sad to watch him grow

[bobbabubblez]

I’m sorry for calling you fat lowest weight please come back to me and I promise to treat you better

[razberrypuck]

something something chat trying to tie the vote (and doing so very successfully) until g!ranboo started begging to be put out of his misery. how quickly the votes shifted to comply because keeping him alive and trapped on that fucking show against his will would be infinitely more cruel.