#mainly that my dog is old and in pain

[thatonefatgumsimp]

OK so usually I wouldn't do this, but I feel bad today because of some sad stuff happening in my life rn so I wanna just make you guys sad/mad with me so here goes.

you just lost The Game if you know what it is. That is all.

[nu1lst4rs]

doodled human designs for a few neutral aus! (pt.1)

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can you tell i lost motivation... thank you to chandr for doing the last 3's lineart for me. legit couldn't get freshs colours to fit with the rest. eugh. its the best you're going to get out of us for these guys.

Nightmares gang, star sanses, neu au pt.2, extras

COLOUR, CLASSIC, PAPYRUS, EPIC and ANY REQUESTS will be in the next neu au post 3_^ so please please request me to draw neutral peoples... gonna open general requests in a separate post.

some hcs under the cut!

warning for alot... i mean.. alot of text..

> Ccino (he/they)

indian... ccino... mbghbgb. MAINLY BECAUSE I WAS EATING GULAB JAMUNS AND I WAS LIKE "huh this reminds me of ccino."

trans masc! you should be more surprised if someone wasn't trans at this point

just for individuality, i feel like he'd have cat features. toe beans, tail, but no ears. personal preference.

hopeless romantic. wants to fall in love so bad, like so bad. but doesn't have anyone to fall in love with.

his AU is a neutral where the player killed all bosses. because of this, ink had offered them a pocket AU with just their cafè. ccino still visits their old au from time to time, but otherwise lives in the cafè.

one of the youngest AU's/sanses, only a few hundred years old

> error (he/they/xe)

spanish + colombian

as a divergence from classic, he maintains a similar body shape. also the fact he eats nothing but chocolate.

^ similarly, his eye is covered by a star glitch. xe never equates this to the fact they were geno, and just see it as some weird cool glitch.

rocks an alliance with both NM and dream, so wears both the stars pin and gangs patch. he always choses the side of who benefits him the most in that moment. neither of the groups are happy about it, but see error as too valuable to deny.

has arthritis and bad joints. his strings usually dig into his fingers, causing scaring and pain. (bsp related: he gets taught how to relieve these pains by nms gang because they all have chronic pains of some kind)

taking strings from his eyes is PAINFUL. its basically his unraveled code and magic combined, glitching and stuttering.

illiterate. he cannot read anything but code.

brother of ink. annoying brothers that HATE eachother. but love eachother at the same time.

> cross (they/he)

spanish. it fits him. and its relatively canon.

cross is indecisive. they've jumped between nightmares gang and the stars several times, easily being swayed. as of my AU right now, they're with the stars.

they're colourblind! their AU was monochrome, and thats how they see everything. everything is just a shade of purple. he's never told people about it, but most people catch onto ir.

autism. cross has horrible sensory issues, and gets overwhelmed easily. also bad at social queues.

THIS MAN IS THE DEFINITION OF DOG POETRY. they would go on pinterest daily and cry about it.

is a great artist. ink taught him the basics when they were stuck in the void, so they built on it. they're really self conscious about it, and keep their sketchbook locked away tightly. (in their bedside drawer)

> reaper (he/him)

egytpian. i feel like he'd embody their idea of dying.

bird claws. bird wings. everything bird.

seen as a parental figure to dream and nightmare because of his extensive knowledge of the universe and balance n all that.

(THE GAY FLAG WAS A MISTAKE) he's bi. and loves his wife. (life)

aroace spec! completely ace, and demiromantic.

sorry guys i dont have the best hcs for him 💔

> geno (he/they)

spanish + colombian

needs a portable oxygen tube to breath. he can live without it, but its really painful to not have it.

some parts of his body are decomposed, while others are held together through determination. practically constant agony.

same reasoning as error for body shape.

> fresh (they/it)

parasite. its ass doesn't have a race nor nationality.

not the hotest with a few sanses. dream and nightmare don't like someone demeanour not being affected in the slightest by the amount of pain and agony they're in. error hates how the code overlaps and glitches. and overall they're just a bit crazy.

wears either heelies or rollerskates. refuses to EVER walk anywhere, and always rolls.

i don't got much for him.

eugh. i am so sorry if the hcs are lazy, i am not good hcing with aus im not familiar with. if anyone wants to input please do! i'd love to learn about them. <3 anyways i am sleeping because i need to stop staying up till 4am..

[forlorn-crows]

one time someone asked me for a little something about cirrus and mountain's friendship. i don't know where that ask ran off to, but. tagging @askingforthesun bc i think i mentioned this to you randomly one day.

sometimes cirrus asks mountain to help her shave. gives them a chance to spend some alone time together and catch up. slice of life & banter for a sleepy sunday.

words: 680

“Ah, there it is,” Mountain hums, running his thumb along the newly shaven patch of skin.

“There’s what?”

“Your cute little mole.”

“Oh,” Cirrus snorts, thwacking him with the end of her tail. 

“Whaaat,” Mountain complains. He swishes the razor in the dish of water on the nightstand, laying it on the towel so he can go back to admiring the little blobby heart-like mark nestled in the fold of her upper thigh. “I love it. One of my favorite kissy spots.” The earth ghoul dips down as if to do just that, only to get a hiss and a face full of feathers.

“Uh uh,” she scolds. “No. You’re gonna give me pimples.” As if Mountain doesn’t already know this.

He sighs dramatically, resting his cheek on the opposite thigh. “Can you blame a ghoul for wanting to kiss such a perfect spot?”

“For an untrimmed bush? Yes. Because we both know once you start, you’re gonna get all horn-dog on me and I’ll be left indecent,” she pouts. 

Mountain tuts and rolls his eyes. “Would not,” he protests. He’s terrible at lying. With a pointed glare, Cirrus says as much. “Okay, maybe I would.”

“You have,” she corrects. “And I am not in the mood.” It’s not malicious, the way she says it. More haughty, teasing, and matter-of-fact, re-settling herself against the pillows with a wriggle of her shoulders. 

Mountain chuckles, placing a kiss to her bare thigh instead. “Alright, darling.” He runs the pads of his fingers lightly over the edge of her hair, feeling for rough spots or stray hairs. Pulls the thin skin to check in the creases too, mentally taking note of where to pick back up. 

“Thank you,” Cirrus chirps, crossing her arms playfully. 

Mountain just smiles and picks up the safety blade again. He shaves carefully along the crease of her thigh, brow furrowing as he concentrates. Cirrus has dark hair, so it’s easy to see, but he always vows to be precise when she’s asked him for help.

He cleans the blade again. “How’s mentoring going?” They’ve been talking about everything and nothing, mainly Cirrus’ newly developed finger joint pain (“So stupid, I’m how old and this vessel is just now deciding to fuck with me?” “You have been going hard on that baby grand recently, though, Cir.” “It’s new, it needs breaking in!” “Little harder on the hands, isn’t it?” “Well–”).

“Aurora?” Mountain hums an affirmative. “She’s . . .” Cirrus interrupts herself with a laugh. “She’s a handful, I won’t lie. In the best of ways.��

“She’s an eager one. Maybe more than Sunshine,” he muses.

“Yes,” she sighs. “So eager. She makes me feel like an old woman sometimes.”

“A wise old owl.” Mountain’s smirk earns him another tail smack. “You are going to make me miss a spot,” he accuses. 

Cirrus ignores him. “She has so much energy. She fits in wonderfully, and Sunny is taking well to mentoring, too. But Lucifer, that inner fire of hers . . . somehow it’s more pronounced than Sunny’s, if that were possible.”

“She’ll mellow out,” Mountain assures. “Sunny did, too. You and Lus have a calming influence.” The earth ghoul sets the razor aside and surveys his work. He hums, considering. “How’s the shape for you? I know you wanted a bit less this time, but I didn’t want to take too much off before I trim.”

“Hmm . . .” She peeks over her torso, assessing. Mountain hands her the mirror so she doesn’t have to crane her neck. She palpates her mound, pulling away hair from the shaved perimeter and spreading her thighs to see the rest. Tilting the mirror this way and that. 

“No, that’s great, sunflower, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darling.” Mountain takes the mirror back and trades it out for the comb and scissors. “Same as usual for length?” 

Cirrus nods. “You know I can always bring you my clippers too, right?” 

“Call me old fashioned,” Mountain shrugs. “Sometimes it’s nice to slow down. More time to catch up.” He offers her a smile, one that she mirrors fondly.

“Can’t argue with that.” 

[edosianorchids901]

These Sights on the Earth

@sherlocktember2024 prompt - "rose"

Holmes was not depressed, precisely, but certainly not in the best of moods. Bored, yes, as his current cases hardly provided any stimulation at all. They could all be solved without his needing to leave the room.

Which, in a sense, was fortunate. His most recent case, which Watson was calling “The Eligible Bachelor” in private notes, had come when he was already ill and had indeed been depressed. His mystifying, perhaps prescient nightmares had certainly not helped in that matter, the lack of sleep worsening his condition considerably.

They had also not helped with his memories, those terrible memories that still haunted him after so many years. He still could not sleep, for each time that he did, he still plunged into bad dreams.

These at least varied, assorted permutations of his encounter with Moriarty. He did not enjoy them, but they were at least clearly the past rather than some strange impression of the future.

Still, it left him restless. He rose from his armchair, made his way to the window, and gazed down at Baker Street. His head spun, illness lingering in mainly the form of dizziness, headache, and weakness.

He began to cough, and struggled to choke it back as he scanned the street for signs of threat. There were no flashes from air guns scopes, no people clearly watching the rooms, no sign of any trouble at all.

And yet, his restlessness remained. Perhaps it was not helped by all the horrible things he saw in his line of work. He did love that work, and dearly loved trying to make this world a better place. And yet, it so often seemed dark, inescapable.

A certain bright point in his life appeared, however, and he smiled as he watched Watson round the corner. The world was not all dark, certainly.

Watson looked up at the window, and immediate alarm flashed on his face. Holmes waved to him. He would no doubt worry about Holmes being up and about after his illness, especially while Mrs. Hudson was out shopping.

Watson made impressive time rushing inside and scaling the stairs, and came to Holmes’ side at once. He shoved his belongings onto the desk and caught Holmes by the arm. “My dear chap, you shouldn’t be moving around while you’re alone! You’ve been far too dizzy for that.”

“I’m all right.” Holmes tried to wave off the assistance. Sharp pain jolted through his head, and his legs promptly bucked. “Ah. Perhaps not entirely.”

“I despair. You really are always trying to get yourself killed, aren’t you?” Taking him in a firm hold, Watson helped him back to the armchair. “I was about to ask how you’re feeling, but I suppose I have my answer.”

“Oh please, Watson. It was merely a slight pain. And dizziness.” And weakness, but he saw no need to mention that. Wincing, he pressed a hand to his temple.

“Mm. Well, as I don’t like the idea of you falling and hitting your head, I beg of you not to rise when you’re alone.”

“I was exceedingly bored,” Holmes muttered as Watson wrapped his favorite blanket around his shoulders. “Perhaps I would not be so restless if you did not insist on abandoning me for the entire afternoon.”

“I was gone for ten minutes, old man.”

“Nonsense. It was at least eleven.”

“I got the newspapers you asked me to pick up,” Watson continued, dogged. “And this.”

He held out a single red rose. Holmes eyed it suspiciously.

“You do remember, my dear Watson,” he began, “that I have never loved? That I do not experience the tender feelings and passions of most men, and in fact abhor them?”

Watson chuckled and set the rose on the table beside him. “Of course I remember. This is not a romantic gesture.”

“Ah.” Pleased, Holmes picked the rose up and studied the velvety petals, a warm rich red in the light of the lamps. “Thank you, then. Is it for some specific purpose?”

“It is for the purpose of encouraging you to draw something other than those horrible thing you saw in your nightmare.” Watson collected the pad of paper and a stick of charcoal, then set those beside Holmes. “I know you have been restless, and frustrated with all the evils of the world. And I just thought, well… that a rose seemed a good antidote.”

“Indeed.” Smiling, Holmes caught Watson’s hand and squeezed. “‘What a lovely thing a rose is’, and so on.”

“‘It is only goodness which gives extras’,” Watson added softly. “I remember that moment well. I thought of it often in the years when you were away, and I missed you. Seeing flowers made the world seem a little less horrible.”

“Quite so.” Again, he squeezed Watson’s hand, and then let go in order to pick up the pad and charcoal. “Very well, Watson. You hold the rose for me. Let us see if drawing this rose can chase back the darkness a little for both of us.”

Watson pulled up a chair and took the rose, and Holmes began to sketch. Charcoal was, in truth, a darker medium than he should like to use in the drawing of a rose. It should be portrayed in something light and delicate, perhaps the freedom of watercolor.

But in truth, the darkness of charcoal suited his mood better. And as he drew, he found that there was much hope indeed, both from the flowers and from Watson’s steadfast love.

[sixk-mutt]

Hii<33 little introduction post cause I need moots!!

🫀 What's your name? My name is Cole or simply Dog, I go by he/she/any dog neos!!

💋 How old are you? I am 18 years old!!

🌹Why did you make this account? For finding friends and sharing my plurality!! I had an nsft/para Tumblr before but deactivated it!!

🫀What is this account for? For my personal thoughts!! It'll be mainly nsfw but I will occasionally post personal things as well!!

🌹What are you paras/kinks? Objectum, big four, dacry, erotophilia, pet play, age play, pain play, ownership, stalking, obsession, rape play ect!! Basically anything!!

💋 Who can interact? Anyone(except minors/ageless blogs)!! I don't have a dni but I block freely!! I'm proship friendly!!

🫀What will be posted here? Para stuff, nsfw stuff, obsession talk ect.

🌹Can we ask you questions? Please!! Anything goes!!

💋 What won't you do? Send nudes, flirt, talk sexually to anyone but my partner

[reidwitchsblog]

My Ticci Toby HC

Warning: 18+ content, mention of dead animals, mention of people’s death, mention of scars, wrong use of punctuation marks.

Author’s note: While I take my sweet time writing the second part of my fict, enjoy this little headcanons that have been on my mind.

Author’s note 2: I created this playlist that basically captures everything you need to know about the way I hc him.

Minors DNI.

PERSONALITY

His personality is, for a lack of better words, eerie. Most of the time he is silent and observant, and due to his past he doesn’t show his true personality often, but rather he morphs into a person that he thinks the others will like, it could be a mature young man, or a sarcastic little shit.

I believe that when he kills, he tortures his victims due to the fact that the concept of pain is foreign to him. He enjoys to try different torture methods

His biggest desire is to have a home. It is something he keeps a secret from others, not really because he is afraid of being made fun of, but rather because he feels that as long as no one knows, the fact that it’s never going to happen will hurt less. So he keeps that deep inside him, in a safe place, like a little photograph that he can take out and look when he is feeling down.

As much as he despises being angry (it reminds him of his dad), he can’t help it, he is his father’s son after all. When he gets mad, his first instinct is to bear his teeth and growl. And if the person he is fighting with doesn’t take the cue, he will attack, aiming for the throat as soon as he has the opportunity.

And talking about dogs, HE LOVES LIKE A HOUND DOG, once that he catch a scent that is appealing to him, there is nothing, and no one, that’s able to stop him. He is going to chase it until he has it in his maw, without very little regard as to whether he is hurting himself.

PHYSICAL

I see many people saying that my man is the shortest one out of all proxies, but, respectfully, I think they are wrong. He just gives me tall man vibes, HOWEVER, I think his poor posture makes him stand at 6’0, when he normally is 6’2, which comes really handy when he wants to scare his victims.

We all agree that he has the most beautiful light brown eyes, they are like pools of honey, warm and inviting, which contrast massively with the scowl he seems to permanently wear.

Although he is more on the skinny side, he has gained some muscles over the years due to all the physical work he does; chopping wood, running around, carrying his victims… sadly he covers them with either flannels or grandpa sweaters.

Still on the topic of grandpa sweaters, he looooves them, mainly because they remind him of his late sister, whose last Christmas present were two brown and green sweaters. His to go outfit is a short sleeved band shirt, a flannel, a pair of dark denim jeans, his old shearling jacket and and a pair of black Converse. When he is alone is his cabin he opts for a wife beater and a pair of flannel pajama pants.

His whole body is covered in scars, most of them being self inflicted, and fewer being the ones made by his bravest victims that naively thought that a knife would’ve stopped Toby from killing them. He doesn’t hate them per say, he even thinks some of them are cool, but in the coldest nights, when he is alone with his thoughts, he can’t help but to despise every single part of his body, including his scars.

RANDOM HC

He has a small collection of various trinkets hidden in a wooden box beneath his bed. Some of them are old photos with his sister, rocks that he thought they were pretty, keychains that he stole from different gas stations, etc. At first glance it would look just like a pile of crap, but I can assure you everything has a reason to be there.

He was born in Germany but moved to South Carolina when he was 5.

He enjoys listening to music, his favorite genre is old rock. The Rolling Stones, Queen, Van Morrison, Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, Blondu… his favorite song is “Brown eyed Girl” and you can’t change my mind.

He is the softest person when it comes to animals, he feels so bad when he finds any dead animal near the road, and he always gives them a proper burial, he even says some words along the lines of “the world was cruel to you when all you wanted was some warmth”. He so cried with the poem about spiders.

⋆｡°✩ — ©️ reidwitchsblog, 2023 - don’t repost, translate, copy, or claim.

[dvorahwyn]

URGENT emergency commissions!!

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Hey friends! I know I have just created my art tumblr, but you can check out my other art social media and my main tumblr(@fernsinthemist) or just message me if you want any more info!

My name is Deborah, you can call me Debs, I live with my wonderful partner and our pets.

At the moment, I am the only one who works as my partner is currently studying(although she is looking for a part-time WFH job, if anyone knows of anyone hiring!).

We are struggling a LOT right now. I got paid last in December and have only €87 left until I get paid in February and I need to get important things such as my dog's meds, cat litter and food groceries for us.

We are trying to find a way to make some extra money to keep us going for the month and to get the most important things paid for.

More info about our situation under the cut. Warning, it's long.

As for the commissions, I am opening up these emergency commissions with set prices, however, I can negotiate prices as I really, really need the money right now and I am desperate.

I mainly take payment via PayPal but can talk about other options if they suit you better! I take payment upfront and will continue to keep in contact throughout the duration of making your commission.

I will draw any species and if you want a specific pose or expression I will try my best.

I will not draw heavy NSFW but can consider artistic nudity.

TO BOOK A COMMISSION simply message me either here or on my main blog at @fernsinthemist - I reply a bit faster there. On this blog please expect a reply within a few hours to one day.

Thank you SO much for any orders or sharing and please if you can, reblog this for me to spread the word. Thank you so so much!

More info about why I need to sell these commissions:

Our dog, my almost 11 year old best husky friend, has recently had TPLO surgery on one knee, and is yet to get surgery on his other knee. He is on painkillers daily - if he skips them he is in a lot of pain and has accidents in the house, they keep him going. They are expensive tablets and have so far cost me about €2 per day. He needs an extra dose now which will up the cost of the meds.

I spent most of last year sick due to autistic burnout, endometriosis and hormonal issues and was out of work for months due to being sick and because I was bullied out of a job I loved with my whole heart. After looking for a long time I got a job in August and have lovely coworkers and management but it doesn't pay enough for me to make a living. On top of that I had to end up topping up a loan so that I could finally get my dog's surgery and I now have an extra €204 going from my account every month.

I have bills to pay each month and pay for bins, electricity, broadband for work and phone credit. Each month the bills are:

Bins: €39.40

Broadband: €30

Phone credit: €20

Electricity: Between €115-€130, waiting to get the bill

Loan: €204

My dog's meds: Approx. €2 per day going by prices per tablet, so €62 for the month, with more added from next week on as I have to up his dose. This is so urgent as I am out of his meds today.

Rent: €800

On top of that, I have a few pricey expenses coming up:

My dog's post-op x-rays: My dog is 12 weeks post-op and needs to have x-rays soon to check that everything is healing well and to see how his other leg is looking. These will host either €160 for one leg and €220 for both. I also need someone to pick me and him up and bring me to and from the vet and have to cover their petrol which will be at least €50.

Groceries: We have to get groceries delivered here and usually have to spend a minimum of €50 to get delivery. Even without the minimum they would cost us about €50-€80 because of the ridiculous jump in prices here.

Cat litter: We have just ran out of cat litter, and I have to order it. I buy bags of wood pellets used for burning in stoves as they are the same thing as wooded cat litter but are cheaper(life hack for you fellow cat parents out there) - a bag lasts us two changes max and costs about €7, so I will have to order at least three bags to last us until I get paid.

Heating: We have oil heating in the house and have to get our tank filled up to be able to heat up the house. For that we have to get delivery from the local oil company and have to spend at least €180 to get enough oil to last for a short while. We can spend more if we want to fill the tank up more but I want to get just what we can afford and save.

We have also been renting this house since August and it turned out that our landlord hasn't been as honest as he claimed he was and due to some misunderstandings we have to find somewhere else to rent as quickly as possible. We moved here because the last house I rented was put up for sale, and had to find something quick, and it's been a disaster to put it lightly.

I also need to start insuring my car which I've had for a while but have not been able to drive. As we moved to the countryside and have a 20 minute drive to town it's a struggle and we are so isolated and can't even make it to the nearest bus stop 2km away because even though that's a walkable distance we have to walk on a dangerous national road and everyone thinks we are crazy if we do it(and we kind of are because that road has had so many fatal accidents recently). But as I am a new driver and have to do my exam before June, and my girlfriend has a driver's license from her home country and has never had her own car to begin with, insurance is expensive at about €200 per month or about €2200-ish for the year. If I can start to sell some commissions maybe I can at least get my car insured and then I can start to travel for my other job(I have worked for myself as a dog trainer for years but can't get to my clients currently.)

My beloved cat also went missing over a month ago and (this is drastic so please don't read this next part if you are sensitive) I found her passed away behind our house after a few days due to negligence of the landlord - he has a septic tank behind the house that he has left open and she fell into it and drowned. (you can start reading here again) I have had to cremate her and to get the ashes back I paid €218. It was a difficult purchase and maybe many people don't feel it is a necessary one but she was my very first cat that was all of my own and she was there for me through a very difficult time and she passed away much too young at only 3 years old.

Between all of that I haven't even been able to afford to buy Christmas gifts for 2024 and I feel awful about it.

The worst part of it all is that I have only €87 left until I get paid on the 3rd of February.

Any little bit helps, and I appreciate every share.

Thank you so much for reading, if you've read all of this, and for wanting to help. I appreciate you so much. <3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : Short #2

Jungkook deals with the downsides of being a young doctor all the time. One of them being, that sometimes he can't do anything.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, dog hybrid!Reader, hints at domestic abuse, MC's age is not mentioned but it is mentioned that she is above 21, first meeting between jk and reader lets goo

Length: ~700 Words

⛔️ I can't Tag people. There is no Taglist for this fic.⛔️

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha

->Masterlist

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Jungkook has, like many others, bad habits.

One of them is that he can't seem to shut off well- he can't seem to just exist in the moment sometimes, without thinking about work or anything work related. Even right now, at the mall, he's still constantly thinking about the little hybrid infant back in the ICU, better, but still fighting. Did he check everything properly before having him transferred? Did he overlook something?

Jungkook knows not to take his work back home. But sometimes, it's hard.

There's a bit of a small crowd near the store he wants to go. People trying to look at what's happening, others further front talking to each other with concerned eyes. And then he hears it;

"Maybe we should find a doctor?" Someone asks, and Jungkook sighs, lifting his hand.

"I'm one." He calls out, having had this moment once before in a flight into his vacation a year ago. "What's wrong?" He asks, squeezing through he people to get a look at the scene.

There's a hybrid sitting down, an older lady holding onto her.

"She- I don't know, fell I think, but she won't get up now." The lady says, unsure.

"..can't." You quietly try and argue, and Jungkook can feel the tension between you and this woman he assumes is your owner. So he squats down close to you, making all effort not to seem to intimidating even in his dark clothes and rather casual attire.

"Lets get out of the way first." He says, leaning down to you. "Is it okay if I carry you?" He asks, and you nod, shrugging. He collects you into his arms to bring you to a more closed off hallway leading to bathrooms and other things, where he sits you down on a bench. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks you, and you stare at the woman for a moment, before you look at him. You seem scared- and he worries he might have an idea why.

It's a anger-inducingly common after all.

"..I caught my tail in the.. door." You say, motioning to the automatic glass doors of the store. "And now.. my legs are weird." You worry, and Jungkook nods.

"Lets check, okay?" He kindly tells you, carefully stretches out one leg, moving everything a little to judge your reaction. "Are they numb, or just tingly?" He wonders, and you watch him.

"Tingly. They went.. all gooey for a bit though." You say.

"Thats normal." He nods. "The sensation will come back really soon, don't worry- it's just a temporary nerve blockage from the way you caught your tail. Can you try and move your feet for me?" He asks, and you do so. "There we go. It'll stay a bit sore for a few more moments maybe, but its nothing to be scared of." Jungkook reassures, looking at the lady next to you. "Hybrid tails are connected to the spine- like an extension, so to say. So when she caught it, she basically blocked all nerve signals for a moment." He explains, before he looks at you. "Can I have a look at your tail? It's fine if you don't want to." He makes sure to emphasize your choice, and you nod-

mainly because he leaves you a choice at all.

You turn around and he gently moves his fingers around, apologizing under his breath when you hitch a bit from pain. "How old are you?" He wonders in thought, and the lady cuts him off.

"Old enough to be on her own if she wasn't so incapable of taking care of herself." The woman complains, running a hand through her hair. And while it doesn't tell him your exact age, it does tell him that you're at least above 21- the minimum age for a hybrid to be considered 'independent' if they're between the categories of one to four, which you seem to be placed in. If he had to make a guess, he'd probably say a three, maybe.

For now, he ignores her snarky responses however. It's not his problem, and he shouldn't get involved in things that do not involve him, down the line. "Did you break it in the past?" He wonders, feeling something that hints at past poorly healed fractures, but the lady cuts in yet again.

"She's clumsy." She snaps. "Can we go now? We have some urgent things to take care of and we're already late." She tries to sound friendly- but she's really not.

But all Jungkook can do is nod. "Just.. have it looked at if the complaints don't clear up entirely by tonight." He says, and the lady nods- though she's already occupied searching for something in her bag. It makes him pretty convinced that no matter if your complaints resolve themselves or not, she won't do anything about it.

And so he watches you leave on slightly unsteady legs, dragged a bit by the hand around your wrist, and he can't help but feel a little hollow inside, especially when you turn around to wave at him politely, way too nice to be treated like this. He's sure, if you met under different circumstances, you'd be a very lovely person to be around.

But right now, all he's left with at the end of the day, is the fact that he can't save everyone.

[candiedcoffeedrops]

omg my data became really spotty so i couldn't send this yesterday, so merry 1 day late christmas! 🎄🎁✨ can you brainrot a little (or a lot…?) about ring or jude in the answer to this ask? :3c

Oh hello, anon! Merry belated Christmas! Just now seeing this!

Ring brainrot! Why, don't mind if I do! Let's see what I've got knocking around in the old noggin today. None of this will be categorized or anything like that. I'm just diving in and throwing what I find to the wall and sticking it there lmao

*clears throat*

First of all, I want to talk about how pretty his eyes are.

I'll get into other stuff later but for now! Look at how pretty his peepers are!

And! And the fact that they can look so sharp and focused and alert one minute and then soft and endearing and innocent the next?? Be still my little heart!

I will pay Cybird a frankly stupid amount of my hard-earned money to see this man-- all of Vogel really but especially Ring, in a suit. He would look so good in one! Since Vogel's color is mainly white, I bet any suit they stick him in would also be white but I bet he could pull it off. If I get to see this man in a suit I will die a very happy beyotch. Gimme a suit CG, Cybird please I beg!

Speaking of happy, his smile legitimately makes me happy. I mean, how could it not, right? Like,

He's so darling!

Look at him he looks so soft! Oh, I just want to give him all the kisses!

I'm hoping that one of his route CGs will feature a full, genuinely happy smile like with teeth and it reaching his eyes and the whole shebang. Given Ikevil's aversion to teeth, will it happen? I dunno, beats me, probably not but I can dream, yeah?

I would also like to put him in a leather jacket. And a tank top and that's just to see the arms.

I headcanon that he and Nica are fairly tall compared to Dari and most of Crown. I don't think they're as tall as Ellis and Roger but I just picture the twins being on the vertically gifted side.

I imagine that being Vogel's guard dog and given his and Nica's implied upbringing, he has at least a few scars on his body. He would have to, right? With the kind of focus and determination he shows to following Dari's orders, I would think it would've led to a few injuries and wounds in the past. And that's not even touching on the crumbs of crumbs we've gotten of his backstory so far.

On to our next stop in this little adventure!

His main hobbies are training, and taking naps in the afternoon and eating. But he also loves animals and flowers and seems to know a lot about them and flower language. It's been stated that animals will follow/flock to him a lot of the time, and he never seems to feel full no matter how much he eats.

I'm going to look into each of these just a bit for this part here.

I believe that Ring not only trains as much as he does because he found a way to genuinely enjoy it, but because he and Nica were at one point in time very helpless and he wanted to make sure that if he could help it, neither of them would ever feel helpless again. I feel like Nica looked out for him a lot before Dari found them (not wanting to go into too much detail for those who don't know a lot of the JP lore) and so he wanted to return the favor. His big brother kept him safe so now he wants to keep Nica and Dari safe now that he's older and stronger.

I also believe that his and Nica's previous...situation is why he likes taking naps in the afternoon. I feel like perhaps they were in a place where they didn't have a lot of sunlight for a long while and no real way to see it a lot if ever, so now as an adult, it's something that brings him enough comfort to fall asleep.

(I legitimately can't wait to bawl my eyes out at his and Nica's routes when they're released. Ready for the PAIN)

The food bit is probably easily explained by saying they didn't have access to a lot of food as kids but I also feel like he just really really likes food. Definite foodie. He'd be the type to try almost anything at least once just to see if he likes it. I feel like he'd be particularly intrigued with spicy food, since Germany doesn't really have a lot of spicy dishes from my brief google searching.

Flower language was really popular in Victorian England but I'm not sure how popular it was in Germany at the time. Whatever the case, I love the fact that he loves flowers and knows so much about them. I think he'd be the type to painstakingly put together a bouquet for someone he has a thing for in an attempt to show his feelings since he gets so easily flustered saying them aloud.

As for the animal thing, I'm a sucker for a guy who loves animals and I could definitely see multiple instances of Dari having to exasperatedly tell Ring that no, he could not keep the pigeon that followed him home, or the dog he saved from being run over by a carriage, or the cat that innocently curled up in his lap while he was taking a nap under a tree...

Aaaaand on to the next stop of the brainrot train! The train of rot, if you will. This is even more random thought splattering don't mind me.

I took German in all four years of high school and was decent at it but promptly dropped it the second I graduated. This man? This man right here? Is single-handedly making me want to re-learn what I learned and go further with it and actually learn as much as I can just because I want to be able to speak his native language.

I feel like he'd be the type to give really long hugs. I imagine he and Nica are really really touch-starved so the second he starts getting regular affection, he'll drink up every drop he can. Neck nuzzles, long contented sighs, and like, you'd be able to feel him relax the longer you held him and I think that'd be really really sweet.

That would also go for sex. The wanting to have it as much as possible once he does actually have it, anyway. Like pringles. Once you pop you can't stop and I think he'd be like that for a hot minute...or forever.

I could go on and on for a while but I'll spare everyone paragraphs of my Ring Schwartz word vomit. I love Ring a lot. I can't remember the last time I got so attached to a fictional character and he's probably the closest to an f/o I've ever gotten. He hasn't been in the game for long but he already means a lot to me and I can't wait to find out more about him and his story and the rest of Vogel as well.

Thank you so much, anon, whoever you are for asking about my brainrotting. Thank you for an excuse to talk about my fave and I hope your Christmas was great! Here's hoping you have a happy, healthy, and auspicious new year!

[naavispider]

Happy late Birthday! Speaking of birthdays did you know Na'vis don't celebrate them. The closet things they have as a birthday is when a Na'vi reaches to a certain age of maturity.

So basically, Spider has never celebrated his birthday. I could imagine the recoms having a conversation about someone upcoming birthday (Lyle, Mansk, Z-dog, etc.) and Spider will have no clue on what they're talking about. This shocks everyone, Quaritch the most. He'll really have it out on Jake as no one celebrated or gave him a single childhood wonderment. In the end Quaritch and the rest of the recoms will do a little surprise birthday event for him and it'll definitely impact on Spider a lot.

Spider headcanons 🎉🎂 birthday edition 🎂🎉

when he was a toddler, none of the scientists were really sure when his birthday was. The birth had been kept quiet by higher ups in the RDA, and no one was supposed to talk about it before the battle, so there was no written record of the birth.

Norm eventually decided that they had to find out somehow, so did some digging and found out it was a March birthday (I'm biased so what) going by Earth's calendar. It took him some time - he had to go through all of Paz and Quaritch's old video logs and diary entries, assess the calendar, pick out key events that could hint as to the exact date. Even today, he suspects he knows the date but there is no actual, written conformation of Spider's birthday anywhere. They celebrate it on the 25th - Norm's best guess.

As Spider gets older and more independent, the scientists start to forget more and more about his birthday. He's never had a cake, never had anyone sing to him. Some of the scientists he was closest to make him a card every year, but if it wasn't for Norm they'd never remember. So Spider never really sees the joy in it. For him, it's just a painful reminder of Paz, the woman he lost and longed for most in the world.

One year (when he was 14 or 15) Norm mentioned to the Sullys that Spider's birthday was coming up and that maybe they should do something special. Jake of course knew the importance of birthdays, coming from Earth, and enjoyed explaining the custom to his kids. Kiri made him an intricate feathered arm band, and Tuk carved him a simple but beautiful bead for his hair. Spider was overwhelmed and speechless. He thought that night that maybe, just maybe, he belonged with the Sullys.

The next year came and went and they forgot.

After Spider got captured by the recoms, Quaritch eventually decided to work out just how old Spider was, and in doing so, realised that his birthday was already coming up (the 26th). The kid would be 16. He didn't know why or how, but he knew he wanted to mark it somehow.

He confided in Wainfleet, who suggested that Quaritch just do something simple and effective. Something meaningful that would show Spider that Quaritch really cared about him. Quaritch knew this was the perfect time. He secured the knife that his human self had carved almost 16 years ago (though it felt like only a few weeks), and offered it to Spider on the evening of his birthday.

"What's this?" Spider asked, frowning as though it was some trick.

"Take the knife, kid. It's just something your old man made you after you were born." Suddenly Quaritch got rather self conscious and pressed the handle quickly into Spider's hand. "Happy birthday."

Spider's eyes widened as though he'd forgotten. Maybe he had. "It's the 26th," Quaritch said, trying to prompt Spider.

Spider frowned. "The 26th?" he said, confusion etched on his face. "My birthday is the 25th."

Holy shit. Understanding swept through Quaritch immediately. Of course, there wouldn't have been any formal confirmation of Spider's birth, so he couldn't actually blame the lab coats for getting it wrong. Even still, it was pretty sad that the kid hadn't even been sure of his own goddamn birthday.

Quaritch corrected Spider, and that opened the door to a whole load of questions. Mainly about his birth... and about his mom.

The recom spent the majority of the rest of that evening patiently answering any questions that Spider had, and Spider could have kept going all night. This was the most answers he'd ever gotten. He couldn't stop himself - it was like Pandora's box. For the first time in forever he felt connected to Paz, learning all about his birth - what his possible other names would have been, whether they knew if he was a boy or girl, how much he weighed, the fact that he had almost needed a c-section, how much Paz held him when he was born, what Quaritch's reaction was, what the RDA's reaction was.... Spider was taking it all in like water in a drought.

The other recoms all gathered round too - hearing Quaritch reminisce was comforting and entertaining to listen to. Some of them had even been there at the time.

Of course, the answers are all given through Quaritch's lens, and Spider didn't miss the details that the colonel skipped over (like the fact he obviously wasn't at the birth), but all the same he listened eagerly with stars in his eyes until eventually, he fell asleep dreaming of Paz.

[disabled-battlekukku]

Random Speedy headcanons because that's my job in this hellsite

Speedy's arms is just what would happen if you defeathered a mobian bird. The difference was that he was born that way (cue the lady gaga song)

Unlike what others may think, it would be easier for Tails to reason with him than someone like Jet (Speedy's contempt for Jet is much more personal, after all). If he sees that green fuck it's ON SIGHT

He always had chronic pain due to *ahem* troubled hatching, but after the Cocoa Island incident, moving around on his jetpack became much more regular

Call him the Batman of the Sonic kiddies, because his ass WILL do 4D chess with EVERYTHING

Despite his rather... "edgy" attitude, he is very easy to become attached. He isn't really proud of this, as he sees this as the reason why shit happens to him (due to Jet and Tails mainly)

Speedy actually has a little hobby in fixing some of Fukurokov's robots. He doesn't tell that to anyone because he knows how annoying the old owl would be towards him

Brutally honest. If he finds you ugly he WILL say it out loud

He ended up being "captured" by the Witchcarters one day because he was thought to be an overgrown Flicky™

Despite being the soon-to-be Battle Lord, Speedy is much more used to obey orders than give them

Gaia's worst socializer™

When Speedy and Jet met, he was 4 and Jet was 10

Shockingly dense. Do not use sarcasm with him

Due to the lack of feathers on his arms, he is much more caring to the rest of his feathers

Unfortunately, he also tends to lose feathers a lot (curse of the stress)

Speedy is secretly terrified of Bean. Do not activate the fight or flight response of the flightless bird

Non-zero chance that he thinks girls have cooties

Terrified of loud noises. He already has to deal with his father :(. This includes thunder (do not tell Tails that! 👀💦)

Not very surprising that he has PTSD from like, everything

Very sensitive to his own flaws and feels guilt easily

Has many nervous tics and overall stims. He is very easy to mask them, though, even if not needed

Probably the biggest fan of Soar the Eagle (bird flying with a jetpack that called out Tails at some point? Sign me in!)

Wouldn't mind wearing more femme clothing if it wasn't for his father (that closed is barred with wood)

All he eats is probably just military food. If he eats a chilli dog he either dies on the spot or ascends to the fourth dimension

Professional at unnerving near anyone that stands beside him

He does not give a fuck about Sonic like, at all. Probably sees him as a random guy that grew out of Tails' hip

Very fittingly, his first instinct is alway fight, not flight

He doesn't really have friends, and if he sees someone as his friend, he probably calls them his "allies". However, if he sees someone as his ally, he will go to hell and back to protect them

Having featherless wings/arms is not all bad, actually. He has very sharp talons and will use them when needed

When he's feeling more comfortable or sees someone as his equal, he crosses his arms. If not, he keeps them on his back

Coping mechanism is throwing all bad feelings in a box and throwing it in the middle of the ocean

He tries to be more rational than emotional, but it more often than not doesn't work out

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

After that poll, I hope the currently 50-odd-% of you out there who haven't read the book now appreciate the great service I'm offering here. :P

Chapter Fifty-Three: Golding

Robert Golding, 22 years-old and God's Perfect Idiot, returns to camp from a hunting/leads party led by Des Voeux. He's all a dither and has a message for the Captain's ears only - they've found Silna and Tuunbaq both dead out on the ice, apparently, and want only Crozier and Goodsir to come out to see the bodies.

The lie is such a hilariously transparent one that it's almost difficult to see why Crozier even give it the time of day - I suspect it's mainly the repeated, confusing mention of various men injured in some non-specific way that makes him decide to check out the situation for himself.

Golding repeatedly refers to polynyas (isolated holes in the ice) as either "polyps" or "polyannas" during the conversation, which is just very funny to me.

He also, however, refers to Silna with an unsavoury term one might use for a female dog, and openly sniggers at the idea of her gory death, which is incredibly infuriating to me. I'm not going to include a quote here: suffice it to say Fuck You, Simmons - absolutely nae need for it. >:(

A small party of men make their way out to the supposed site of the bodies (Crozier ignored Golding's pleas that he and Goodsir should come alone, and has brought John Lane and Captain of the Hold William Goddard along too). No sooner do they arrive though, and hear what they believe to be Des Voeux's party nearby, than all hell breaks loose!

Crozier and Goodsir are seized by mutineers, knives held to their throats, while Lane and Goddard are knocked out cold, their heads bashed together by Manson who appears suddenly from the shadows. "Are they alive?" rasped Crozier... Hickey leaned over as if to inspect the men, and, with two smooth, easy moves, cut both their throats with a knife that had suddenly appeared in his hand. "Not now they ain't alive, Mr High-And-Mighty Crozier" said the caulker's mate.

A bit of back-and-forth follows between the two of them. Some of it made me laugh again in places: "What do you want, Mr Hickey?" asked Crozier... "I want you to shut the fuck up and then die slow and hard." said Hickey. But the weird levity doesn't last long as the fate of another one of Crozier's last loyal men is revealed: "What'd you always call Johnson [Tom Johnson] in private, King Crozier? Your strong right arm? Here." He tossed a naked and bloody right arm, severed just above the elbow, white bone gleaming, through the air and watched it land at Crozier's feet.

Crozier doesn't give Hickey the satisfaction of an emotional response, merely replies "You pathetic little smear of spittle. You are - and always have been - nothing." This is more than enough to incense Hickey, whose face contorts into "something non-human", his lips drawn back like a scurvy victim and eyes filled with "something beyond madness, far beyond mere hatred." He orders Manson to strangle Crozier, specifies that he should do it slowly, even, which is just delicious to me. A curiously bloodless option for despatch, as well as a deeply personal, intimate one.

Before Manson can obey though, Crozier shoots him in the stomach with a small gun he'd managed to keep hidden. He's shot several times himself in return but ultimately manages to escape out into the surrounding labyrinth of ice, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Goodsir tries his damnedest to escape too but is quickly overpowered by Golding.

Hickey is far more concerned about Manson's injury than Manson himself seemingly is, rushing over and demanding that Goodsir attend to him immediately: "Cornelius, honey." Magnus Manson's voice had the tone of an injured child. "My stomach is starting to hurt." Hickey wheeled, "Goodsir, give him something for the pain."

Hickey and Aylmore then follow the trail of Crozier's blood only to find it ends at a polynya in the ice, Crozier's coat floating in the dark water. They continue searching for him for three more hours - Hickey is determined to find Crozier even if only to have the satisfaction of shooting the Captain's waterlogged corpse.

In the meantime, Golding is assigned the grisly task of butchering Lane and Goddard's bodies. He's positively drenched in gore by the time he's done with everyone taken aback by his appearance - all except for Hickey, who laughs heartily at it before they all move on again with fresh meat and poor Goodsir in tow.

[cat--comic]

blog 1. happy birthday

welcome to the new cat comic blog! if you're reading this on tumblr, hello! if you're reading this on neocities, i love you more. page looks pretty snazzy, right? check out the very pretty melankorin.net, this page looked a lot more plain before i ate that page's design aesthetic.

ok.

it just so happens that yesterday, the 13th of april, 2024, was cat comic's first birthday. this comic is officially one year old! goo goo ga ga! it makes me glad and more than little scared that i've been working on this for so long. it's my longest-lived project to date and still going strong, which means a lot coming from my bloody trail of abandoned projects.

what the hell is cat comic about?

cat comic is a story born out of a lot of my fears vis-a-vis my creative projects. it's a story about creation, whether that deals with art, identity, or culture, and about the history that doggedly stamps itself on any creation, and about the problems of indie projects. it's a story about a cat and a dog and some other various animals who get into lots of trouble, and it's mainly a story about the end of the world.

i think you can tell that there's a lot of throughlines to my other work (unfinished or otherwise), which is pretty thematically appropriate. actually, cat comic was originally reusing far too much of eyrie, an old comic idea of mine. eyrie followed an aspiring paladin and their little buddy as they made their way to the shining capital of a theocratic nation, delving into a mirror world that reflected public perception of things along the way. it was a pretty fun concept.

anyway, it informed a lot of cat comic's original premise—it began with an ascent from belowcloud to a shining city in the sky. huh... sounds familiar. like eyrie, it also dealt a lot with divinity, mirrors, and perfection (as in: perfection in the eyes of society, not cat comic's current sense of it). it's fun looking back at these early drafts of cat comic because you can clearly see all the influences i was pulling on, big or small. i was pretty fine with doing this because, as it pains me to remember, cat comic was to be a "fun" and "short" project where i could "do whatever". haha.

cat comic's changed a lot since then and it's also hardly changed at all. a lot of the original ideas are still there in the batter, but it's also evolved into something pretty different and much closer to my heart. and it will continue to change and evolve! although perhaps not quite so drastically as it has over the last year.

what's the plan with this thing?

i had a conversation with a friend a while ago (hiii ardenna i know you're reading this. love you) about our respective story projects and our problems working on them as single creators. i don't have a team for art or writing—it's all me, babey—and that means everything about this project is going to take what we in the industry call a "long time".

this time next year, i want to have a comprehensive plot. that might sound like a lot of time for not a lot of work but believe me i need it—i'm doing a bit of a unique format for this story and i want to put the time in to make sure i stick the landing with it. my secondary goals for the next year also include finalizing designs for all of the main cast and making sure they're all fleshed out... basically, by next year, i want to be able to start actually drawing the comic. i don't want to start drawing it then but, just, you know, be able to.

as of last week, i've handed in my senior project (and passed with flying colors, thank you), which means i can start turning my attention to things other than that. i've already talked a bit in my 2024 blog post about my plans for the year and how i would like to devote the rest of the spring to exercising my comic muscles. i would like to stick to this plan, despite the fact that school is trying to murder me.

right now, i only have vague ideas of what those exercises will be. once i'm completely done with my senior project (report handed in at the end of this month) i'll start workshopping them. again, my priority with them is not telling a story so much as working on coloring, panelling and figuring out my workflow.

and, apart from my year-long goals and season-long goals, i just want to flesh out these pages a little more. i kind of rushed getting these up because i wanted to hit the birthday (and i didn't even manage that LOL). i want to get some more of my brain bits out on canvas! but they never tell you how hard it is to figure out how much you want to share and how much you want to keep to yourself for now. i'm making little lists and i think i'm doing a pretty good job.

final notes (SAPPY WARNING!!!)

thanks to my friends (hi again) who are very excited about my comic. it means an immeasurable amount. friendship forever

and to everyone else... remember: birds can't fly with wet wings. goodbye for now!

[dictatorshipofcapital]

Hello all who browse my page, mainly my mutuals -

If you haven't noticed, I have been pretty inactive for some time now. I would like to firstly apologize for my absence and for not getting to many of your asks and some anons that I've ignored for some time. I only relatively show up here from time to time, and it's not the most regular of timing.

I've had a lot happen in the past couple of months. My mother passed, the family has been in a sort of feud that they have involved in my mother's passing, and a branch of people my mother associated with has been making my life ever living hell. I also recently broke my spine, right as I began getting back into activism and started moving up in my new job. (Ironically, I broke it at work falling from a tree.) The doctors told me I am lucky to have survived, much less to have not been paralyzed. I am currently using my time to heal up, get my professional certifications, my qualifications that my job offers while I am still off-duty, and I have begun working towards more study and research into my chosen fields.

There is much to be said that I am so lucky to have been alive, but who Isn't? All of us, as workers, as people trodden upon by the mammoth of capitalism are lucky to have survived this long. We are lucky to have not succumbed to the depressing narrative fed to us by the ruling class. We are lucky to have not died to a disease that should've long-ago be eviscerated. In a major part, it is not just luck but also the hard work of the communists worldwide who have fought for a better world. Who organized, fought, bled, died, and succumbed to the machinations of capital.

Hundreds of millions, if not billions of workers, proudly proclaiming communism or not, have died in the historical mission to emancipate humanity. Whether you are a Marxist or not, whether you are alienated from your community, transgender, homosexual, bisexual, straight, female, we all have this connecting understanding of exploitation and repression. Some more personal than not, but we, the masses, and particularly our class, the proletariat, are not stupid. We know we are being exploited. We may not understand the origin, we may not understand the full weight of it, but we recognize what we have gone through and what we are going through, and tirelessly march on.

We must continue on. I sit in my chair, popping 600mg ibuprophen and Aleve every eight hours, and still feel unbearable pain. I know however, that I am not alone. I stand with the masses; I am on the side of the historical mission of the emancipation of whole of humanity.

Our ails, our toiling labor, the violence we face, the hatred we are exposed to, the very destruction of our entire lives, the families slaughtered, the women exploited and violated by the wishes of Capitalism, not by some innate biological need or urge, but by Patriarchy, by the wishes of capital, and the wishes of the Bourgeoisie and their lap-dogs, Post-Modernism and it's father Fascism, all are the effects of Capital and are solved only by Proletarian revolution and the fierce repression of the bourgeoisie by it's coming dictatorship.

I take comfort in the unwavering revolutionary fervor of the proletariat. I know, that with or without me, the Proletariat will come to power and destroy the Old World and build the New. I am honored to serve it's interests. I am bound by no nation, no creed, only Class.

I take this time of utmost vulnerability to expose myself to you. I am woefully wounded but I will return eventually, and I will continue marching on to the final triumph of the proletariat. You will too. You will face bends in the road. You will face bumps, scratches and bruises that seem impossible to overcome. Some scratches will permanently affect you. Good, it gives you strength and allows you to learn from it. Please, do not let it consume you. Grief comes in all forms. Anger, Profuse sobbing, emotional rollercoasters, everything. Find an outlet. Read, write, go for a walk. Go for a hike. Run, let the energy out. But don't just sit here and do nothing about it. Don't rot in your room waiting for another day, brainlessly waiting for life to end.

Waiting around to die is not the path forward. You are important and deserve liberation. You deserve every bit of your life, a family, a community, and you deserve to be able to go outside. Don't wait for something to happen, take it for yourself.

Red Salutations friends, comrades, and toilers everywhere.

Long live the World Proletarian Revolution!  Long live the unity of proletarian revolutionary forces! Death to All Imperialism! Let us retake the road of socialist revolution! Long live the struggle to reconstitute the Communist Party, USA! Long live Marxism-Leninism-Maoism, principally Maoism!

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I have kept my opinions on the attack on Israel to myself for a reason, but this shit right here is happening in schools at all levels. I have no issue with the Palestinian people, for all I know they are good, honest people. Where my line of separation is, is people who support groups whos primary targets are unarmed civilians, who commit atrocities mainly against civilians, and take civilian hostages. I do however have issue with civilian populations who cry victim, who have not stood up to the terrorist's that took power in 2007 and they have done almost nothing to fight power from them. When you do nothing to improve where you are and accept the yoke the terrorists have put on you while blaming Israel for all your ills you have become a huge part of the problem. If you support groups that primarily target civilians becasue they are easy to shoot, because their deaths put pressure on the governments you want removed and becasue you need hostages to make money you are a fucking terrorist and there should be no place safe for you in the world. If you are a person who supports such groups you should never know a day of peace in your life, I don't care if you support one or more of the groups listed below or some other groups that wants to kill and burn (KKK, neo-Nazi, Moorish Sovereign Citizens) civilians as an ends to a means get the fuck out of here. I hold no allegiance to Israel, the Jewish side of my family ended in German, post-WWII. (Running joke in our family is during WWII my family hated itself.) None of us have ever picked up the faith since immigration, so I have no dog in the religious fight. Where my fight is, is with people who can't act as decent humans. I will always fight those who attack civilians for not other reason than they are easy targets, mostly unarmed targets becasue the terrorist are to cowardous to fight as professional Soldiers. I will always fight those kinds of fuckers. This is a short list of Palestinian terrorist groups some new some old, if you support them fuck you and I hope you die a long slow painful death. As a matter of fact of you support any group that's primary function is terror fuck you and I hope you die a very slow very agonizing death. I say this knowing my Karma can handle it.

Abdullah Azzam Brigades

Abu Ali Mustafa Brigades

Abu Nidal Organization

Aknaf Bait al-Maqdis

Al-Nasser Salah al-Deen Brigades

Alliance of Palestinian Forces

Al-Aqsa Martyrs' Brigades

Arab Liberation Front

As-Sa'iqa

Democratic Front for the Liberation of Palestine

Fatah al-Intifada

Fatah al-Islam

Force 14

Free Palestine Movement

Hamas

Izz ad-Din al-Qassam Brigades

Jaljalat

Jenin Brigades

Lions' Den (militant group)

Liwa al-Quds

Al-Najjada

National Resistance Brigades

Palestine Liberation Army

Palestine Liberation Organization

Palestinian Freedom Movement

Palestinian Liberation Front

Palestinian Liberation Front (Abu Nidal Ashqar wing)

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Palestinian Popular Struggle Front (1991)

Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine

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Popular Resistance Committees

Al-Quds Brigades

Galilee Forces

Sabireen Movement

Sons of Zouari

Tanzim I was 15 when the PLO/PLF killed Leon Klinghoffer, a Jewish American man, and threw him overboard off the Italian ship Achille Lauro. Some shit you just don't forget.

[kit-williams]

It's a wonderful life

@glitterypirateduck

So this was inspired by the movie it's a wonderful life of course. I nearly lost my husband to pancreatitis and during that time in the hospital to cope besides watching my at the time 4 month old I really got into the COD fandom. The premise for the character of Goblin is that she got iskaied and is now stuck in the COD universe while at the same time she's able to look at her phone and realizes that there's a copy of her back home. This is me expressing the fact that (Goblin) is the lingering feelings the fear I have while I've outwardly have had to move on.

Why it's a wonderful life is mainly due to the way he wished that he never existed, the alien feeling of seeing everything around you be normal except it's not. Plus for the Comfort at the end of the movie too.

tw: Suicidal thoughts, Hurt-Comfort

Simon didn't bother to close the door to his truck, or wait for the elevator, all he could think about was the last message Goblin had sent him. Do you think this is some horrible wish like in It's a wonderful life? Do you think if I jump off that bridge I'll just wake up.

He knew the pain of what was Christmas but she had been spiraling that drain he wasn't going to let her fall into it. He jammed the spare key he had into the lock and looked around the dark apartment. "Goblin." He said looking around with panic itching at the back of his throat as he went through her apartment. He was still in the window of helping her out if she decided to do something stupid.

He found her laying in the dark just looking at her phone. He could see the glow of the screen lighting up her tear stained face. "It will be his first Christmas tomorrow." Goblin just croaks out as she sits up and looks at him.

Simon just stands there silently as he can hear people and the loud laughter of a baby coming from her phone as she just gives a pained smile. Goblin had become more and more withdrawn which was expected from his perspective but he could tell she wasn't expecting it to hurt. His heavy footsteps guided him over to her bed and he sits down looking down at her. He takes a sniff of the air, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah..."

He looked at the can on the floor, "If I remember... you made the funniest face when we had you try it."

"Still tastes like piss." She chimes in.

"Come on sweetheart lets get some food in you." Simon says finally turning on the lights. Though he quickly goes to properly park his truck... he's not terribly surprised to find out she hasn't moved. Simon pulled on her arm watching her sit up as he helped her wobble to the kitchen. She hid her face on the counter sitting at a stool as her apartment still looked barely lived in... far more of a bachalor pad than anything really. But she was still hoping that she would go home.

He placed the plate of beef stirfry in front of her as she looked at it sadly. "I normally love Christmas... I love December... " She starts off softly, "It's when my family throws all of their parties." She smiled softly, "We back load a lot of it. We have two parties... an adult only party early December and then my Aunt's big Christmas Eve party. And I'm missing them..."

Simon leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He wasn't wearing his signature baklava, his rusty brown hair was visible as well as his warm brown eyes with his mouth covered by a black mask. "I know your background... but to go from a family that had probably 100 people related to each other to suddenly being by yourself..." Goblin said just picking at her food.

"What happened to me is something for me to deal with."

"But it's why I hate to complain around you. You've been through so much...."

"What has two legs and bleeds?" Simon asks seeing Goblin just start to smile, "Half a dog." He hears her tell tale snort. "There's the Goblin noise."

"Oh shut up Simon."

"Nah don't think you'd like that much." He watched her eat before he sighed softly, "Goblin." He watched her look over at him, "Maybe next year we can... decorate or do something. If I'm still here that is."

"Simon... you're still around in 2023... but if... if I'm still here by the time next Christmas rolls around... I'd like that." Simon could hear the pain in her voice at the thought of being here still but he couldn't stop the way his feet moved over to her as he pulled the smaller woman into a hug.

"Even if you don't I won't leave you behind...now finish up you're food." She looked at him curiously, "We're gonna drive around and look at Christmas lights."

And that got a smile on her face.