#mentally Yes i Am The Moss

[keeps-ache]

Have you become the moss yet?

not yet man!! maybe tomorrow though, tomorrow has moss potential

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Francis mosses x fem! reader

thick as blood

sweet as milk

"god i am down bad" you groaned getting up getting into the shower, it was.....nasty, the grout and limescale made a public bathroom seem more hygienic

but you didn't have time to think about it so you cleaned up and got out trying your best to not touch a thing, you looked over the makeup guidelines for your uniform, it had to be exact in order for the agents that came in to not suspect you. matching foundation no eyeshadow, black mascara and complimentary blush with matching lip stick

you looked in the mirror one last time before rushing out.

7 am sharp you sat at your desk watching Francis be the first heading out the door giving a small wave to you, your heart fluttered waving back. a few more residents left leaving you with a bit too much free time. most of them wouldn't come back till lunch and as stupid as dopples are for them to appear now is suicide, you look around and see a letter at your desk so you open it

dear agent 591138 it has come to my attention that no one has filled you in on your working conditions fully so I am here to do it for you. your working hours are 7am to 10 pm every full week then you will get the following work week off, we understand this is rather confusing but just know your best interest is our priority (among other things) this gives you time for recreational activities and self mental care. you do know how everything in the office works but we did just throw a gun to you like a baby. your DDD issued pistol has DDD issued bullets so we can verify the killing of the dopples or in serious cases murder of innocent civilians. an agent will contact you intermittently to check your mental health. best regards , agent 907811

what a letter. did they call you a baby with a gun? your 25.

you decided to open the filing cabinet under your desk to place the letter just to find it riddled with boxes of said bullets. you place it over them and close it staring straight into your reflection of the glass "ok lets just breath and get through it" you assured yourself before reaching into your bag for a bagel and milk, odd combination yes but its what you had in your icebox. you started to worry about your food supplies through the week from what you remember you had bread some fruit jam and POSSIBLY not rotten eggs to hold you over but you knew for a fact a grown person was not going to survive on jelly sandwiches. you looked to the phone wanting to call a cousin that lived nearby to get you some things but you decided against it for now, maybe at the end of your shift you could leave them a message with the operator. soon the middle of the day came and Nacha came in with her daughter looking rather feverish "hi so sorry we had to come back in early she's coming down with something" Nacha slid both their papers and ids through the slot holding her baby close, you looked over the info and all was in order. you even studied them and before opening the door "maybe a doctor would help more?" you asked not wanting to sound mean " oh we went to the pharmacy right before coming here, they said its probably something the kids are passing around" nacha responded happily, this woman was really upbeat it almost scares you " oh good, get better kiddo" her daughter coughed a quiet "whatever" before her mom chastised her passing the now opened door.

you looked to their papers, specifically Anastacha's.... then your stomach dropped. her eyes. her stand offish demeanor yesterday and today, you had a sinking feeling about her relationship to Francis but you weren't sure so you decided to drop the idea for now...

2 dopples came in, horrible replication so you just dropped the shutter and called the moment they spoke.

the phone rang and you picked up "hello, this is agent 907811 the one that sent the letter" the voice was manly but upbeat (imagine Gladiolus from final fantasy 15) you nodded to no one "oh hello, a little unprofessional to make wellness calls in the middle of my shift no?" you asked playfully to test the waters on the guy " intermittently, remember?" he said matching energy "noticed you got 2 already, might get more not to jinx ya" you hummed in agreement as he continued "anyway to make it easier for you instead of calling us and explaining the situation I want you to just say my name and ill know to send our boys in yellow, to save time and lives right?" he kind of lingered on the right so on que you answered "right." "great! ok the names rex." he spoke quick "wait really?" you asked absent for a minute "well no my real name is classified but everyone calls me rex, and whenever you dial 3312 it puts you straight to me~" he made you smile hearing his happiness so you giggled "well ok will do rex, time to get back to work" "yes ma'am" you heard hanging up. dreamboat was infront of you already sliding his papers to you "sorry about that Mr. Mosses" you read over the file, a blush overcoming you "boyfriend?" he asked catching you off guard "n-no, the DDD" you almost got up to let him know you were serious but fixed your seating position instead "mmm...ok" you thanked your god he had very prevalent verbal ques, made your job easy "were do you get your milk from?" he asked taking back his papers "my old apartment, believe it or not the DDD moved me in yesterday with everything I had" you chuckled thinking he took his job a little too serious and didn't want enemy milk on his turf "i give you milk now." he almost declared in an odd way. you turned red imagining unholy thoughts "the farm i deliver for also delivers here. the buildings day is Monday but ill grab a case for you tomorrow" he walked in before you could even form the words thank you but on instinct you shut the door behind him.

you tried to calm your blush to no avail, the way he just announced his caring for you! the way he said it made you swoon "i give you milk now" god it was weirdly hot!! you almost swore you heard a bit of a Russian accent when he said it. you kept holding your face praying to go back to your natural color "doll you look like a tomato" another male voice said "oh Mr. Gauss, I apologize its just allergies" you looked away for a minute before doing the usual "its winter. your a horrible liar" he tapped the glass teasingly "all is well, good day Mr. Gauss" you spoke restrained trying not to be angry with the fact he had no issue calling you a liar opening the door for him "see you later doll". you sat there a little peeved to say the least, munching on your slightly stale bagel you continue your shift.

the next morning you woke up to knocking, your heart raced putting on your robe and ran to the door opening it "its 7:30" francis looked down at you looking almost disappointed "oh my god really?? shit thank you for waking me up" you left the door wide open as you rushed to put on a fresh uniform and stuffing your makeup bag in your purse. francis watched you rush from bed to bath sighing and looking around, he placed down five bottles of milk on your counter and opened your ice box "how pitiful" he spoke looking at the carton of barely any eggs and a few rotting veggies. he took it upon himself to leave a milk out and put the rest in making you a single piece of toast. you looked actually quite presentable considering your rushing you walked towards the door hitting something hard "ow" at first you were going to cry because Francis just watched you almost break your nose but you looked up to see him looking down. god did he smell good. like bourbon and vanilla, thank god axe body spray wasn't invented yet. "I made you toast. I have to get to work." he furrowed his brows at the last bit and left you, you look to the counter to see well enough he set the toast with jam on a small plate and a glass of milk at your table.

days had passed and soon it was your friday

it was almost 10 pm but you had to stay an extra hour because the twin models were at a party. you've never really had a full conversation with them but they were nice to you even complimented you on your hair once, finally they came in beautiful gowns that made you get up to see them fully "y/n! so sorry it took so long!" Selenne said raising her hands up air hugging you from the glass which made you chuckle "its my job to see your safe return, beautiful dresses by the way" you placed your hand on the glass to match hers "why thank you, we'll show you the details in a bit" Elenois smiled passing their papers to you, you matched them up everything being in order "you should come to a party with us" selenne jumped a little visibly annoying her twin "sel she has a job to do. a stressful one at that she doesn't need more comingling with the upper-class that watches your every move" elenois huffed taking the ids back "oh actually my days off start tomorrow" you smiled "oh. nevermind, wanna wear airtight dresses and flirt with politics?" elenois laughed making you raise an eyebrow smiling, selenne slapped her sisters shoulder giggling "shes a little tipsy, yakn-" the girls went silent. all of you looking to your left to see it.

a dopple.

a twin dopple.

it was horrifying. a giant sharp mouth filled its face, no eyes no nose it snarled stretching its arm out to the girls as they screamed. you quickly opened the door hearing your own heart beat quicken with every thought, "get in the office NOW" you yelled banging on the glass to get thier attention, they did as told rushing passed El pushing her sister in forcing Sel onto the office floor next to you. the dopple sprung passed the door before you could shut it, it tripping and grabbing onto elenois' leg with its yellow claws you ran up your mind swimming from thier screams, you punched the side of its head forcing it to go down before turning its attention to you. you grappled with it on the floor yelling at the girls to get a grip and lock the main and office door, they were trembling...blood from Els leg soaking her dress as she held selenne nodding to you closing the door and locking the main one from the office. you were bloody , your fist scrapped its teeth cracking the bone a bit as you threw it againt the door earning another scream from the twins it snarled and screeched as you ran towards the stairs unclipping your gun from its holster going up a floor "all residence stay in your homes a dopple is in the building" you yelled repeating the phrase as you heard them all scamble yelling and some of the men even starting to descend the staircase before you hit the first step. the monster stood before you on the bottom step bleeding from its maw "YoU pICk uP A GOosd fiIIgHT MakeSS yoU moRe DeLishessssss" you trembled aiming "Fuck You" POW POW the pistol shot hitting its stomach, its screeches hurt your ears but you slowly backed away as it crawled to reach you it was fast ripping off quite a bit of your skirt as you kept pilling the trigger knowing it had no more than 8 rounds finally it hit its chest making the thing go down by the second floor.

you laid there on the steps breathing heavy hearing almost nothing as everyone crowded around you asking questions and tending to your leg, but you heard nothing.

you got up pushing poor mia to the side backing down stairs passed the body pulling it by the leg to the main floor and leaving it at the end of the steps, everyone but Nacha and nat following for obvious reasons. you walked to the office opening it with your key seeing the twins holding one another sobbing looking up at you, they smilied running up and hugging you close you could start to hear their voices thanking god and thanking you...the gun was still in your hand so you walked passed them slowly sitting in your chair and placing the gun on the desk everyone ran to the girls to inspect them as you dailed the number "....rex....i had to kill it in front of all of them.." you croaked "coming now kid hold on" his voice sounded shaky but you were still processing everything the smell of blood and what seemed like rot, the stinging sensation of your cuts and bruises...the sounds of your residence begging you to answer them. oh.

you breathed in a sharp breath finally being able to sense everything "please step away from the body" you stated to the mcoolys looking over at it "you really killed it" the older one spoke in shock "oh dear your skirt " gloria took off her head scarf to cover you but francis stopped her taking off his wrobe and placing it over you "the ...blood" you managed to get out "fuck the blood right now" he stated mia dressed you in it as the twins blocked you making sure your panty hose were no longer exposed, all of the men looking away either in respect or fear of thier wives.

DDD came escorting everyone upstairs as the other half stayed downstairs to clean up "didnt think we'd meet this way" you looked up from the chair the shmidts brought out for you to sit as DDD officers looked over your wounds. it was rex. a taller man in casual business attire with salt n pepper hair "you did good kid, you saved those girls and the rest of them" he held out his hand to you , you shook it nodding "thank you" he nodded back letting go to speak with a yellow suit qietly "well it seems theres no fatal injuries on any of you , they dressed your wounds so now you rest" rex looked down at you . some would say you looked like a beaten dog but maybe that was just rex "your one tough bitch y/n." he walked off with the hazmats in tow, "i think its time for you to rest baby...you look close to passing out" gloria squeezed your arm as your eyes fluttered, you were passing out and fast "ill take her home" francis spoke up "and we'll stay with her" El and Sel spoke together "she cant sleep in those clothes" el added , everyone agreed as francis picked you up slowly treating you like glass to your apartment the scent of his shampoo and his warmth made you pass out holding him tighter

you could almost hear him stiffle a tear as he held you closer.

end part 2

[marimoscorner]

A Witch’s Hearth: Finding Home in Nature

In our Disconnected, Urban World

Written by Autumn (she/her) 🍁

To most witches, pagans and druids, the nature around us is as much of a home as our own domiciles. It’s healing to go out to an old growth forest, to bathe in the wisdom of beings who lived before you and will likely still stand tall when you are amidst their soil.

However, not everyone has immediate access to the lovely blessing of a deep forest.

I myself recently moved from the deep, lush forests of the PNW to just about as far south as I could go in my car, chasing the light that I need to function. The move has helped with my daily functions and mental health, yes—but I have been left feeling a bit lost without the forests of home.

Join me as I plan some ways in which I can adapt anew to the nature around my new home, how I may incorporate it in my magic, and how I may carve out a new spiritual hearth for myself.

Perhaps this can help inspire folks to tackle their own homesickness with nature, and to reconnect with the world in which they live (whether or not they’ve made a move).

Once again, please take this with a grain of salt—as this is just from my own experiences. I am not a teacher, I am simply recording my thoughts in the hopes to add my voice to the pot. With that, let’s begin! 🌿

A Deep Homesickness

This photo is one my partner took at our engagement up in WA, right before we ran into a bear

The above photo is how I think of home. The deep green of the forest, the blue of the mountains on the horizon. Moss on just about every surface. The rich dirt that sustained it all. Were it not rainy and dark most of the year, I wouldn’t have left.

Now, I find home in a biome all its own. I’m living deeper into a city than I ever have, and I’m feeling isolated from nature. While the beach is close by, any deep woods that remind me of the edges of the wilderness up north are at the very least two to three hours away by car.

Though I have a hard time remembering this, it is not a bad change. Any plant that is uprooted from the earth it’s known its whole life is bound to feel a bit uncomfortable. But perhaps it can flourish if moved to soil better suited for its intrinsic needs.

Though my experience includes a physical move, this can apply to a homesickness you feel due to a simple displacement of nature in this society. Perhaps you aren’t seeing enough nature, or aren’t able to connect with what’s around you.

Let’s forge ahead to tackle this feeling of loneliness head on!

Finding Similarities

This is a photo I took at a hike about 2.5 hrs out of the way down here. Though without as many trees, it felt much more familiar and was beautiful in its own right

In our modern society, we’re left with a longing to return to nature—to our home. You may find yourself longing for a specific kind of view. Perhaps you’re looking for prominence of a particular element—like a roaring river to enact water or plenty of clover to help you feel the earth. The following is a list of steps to tackle this:

Make a list of things you want to see or things that would help you feel at home in nature. Think of your dream location when it comes to the outdoors. What does it look like? What features does it have? How do you feel?

Go online and find trails nearby with as similar to these features as possible. AllTrails has the ability to search for trails with waterfalls, forests, wildflowers, wildlife, etc. for free. Make good use of the wonderful web of resources provided to us.

Make an effort to connect with nature at least once a month, if you can. Be sure to pack for safety—and take a nice hike, or sit under an old tree and journal in your grimoire. Ground yourself and notice the seasons around you

In this way, you’ll help your soul settle and feel comfortable, which will help with our next steps.

Bring a Piece of Nature Home

Here’s one of my cats, Pagan, enjoying our newest garden box arrangement. I’m so proud of how far she’s come since we rescued this tiny baby

Many times, it’s near impossible to find the time in our busy lives during the week to go deep into nature. Thus, we need to take this connection into our own hands, and build our own miniature wild sanctuary.

NOTE: Do not remove plants or creatures from nature. They are there for a reason.

Take inventory of your available space. Is this your entire patio? A shelf? A portion of your altar? A garden box? A whole backyard? Take measurements so you can better plan

Remember your list of natural things you enjoy. Brainstorm some ways to include them in this space. It could be a photo or painting of your dream location. It could also be an actual plant for a tiny breath of fresh air. If you have the space, you could plant a whole garden! It is whatever matters most to you. Try and incorporate your local biome to help enmesh the two worlds, if they are different.

Thrift and shop around to fulfill the needs of this space. The more you can get secondhand or from smaller businesses in your community, the better. You may even be able to ask your neighbors or friends with impressive plants for a cutting to propagate!

Consider the safety of any children or animals in your life. A lot of plants and flowers can be toxic to certain creatures. Utilize the web to determine what is safe for your situation.

Set up your space and enjoy! You may utilize spells or ritual to fully enact the space and help it to feel more magical, but it is really your choice.

For my family, we live in an apartment. We haven’t had a backyard in years. Still, we’ve found way to turn our patio into a spot of natural respite. We utilize a tiered planter in order to make the most of our patio space. Though we’ve included small flowers that remind us of our old home, we’ve embraced the biome we’re currently in and have an entire row of beautiful succulents. Of course, we also added catnip for our babies, and herbs for our kitchen witchcraft. We also put down these outdoor tiles from IKEA that mimic a lawn and wooden patio. On our table, we’ve put a hummingbird feeder to help better support local wildlife, and are discussing an actual bird feeder.

Embracing the Nature Around You

A photo I took of a playful wild crow. He was an excellent little model!

This is a step I still need to complete myself. When biomes don’t match up with how you picture nature in your craft, it can be frustrating! Especially if you’re in a fairly urban area, you may not have much access or choice in which nature you interact with.

Here’s the good thing, though: it’s all nature, regardless of how it shows up in the world.

Start researching your local biomes. Take account of your local parks and community gardens. Study the history of the land that you’re on, and how it played into the lives of the people that it truly belongs to (of course, do not culturally appropriate. This should go without saying). Explore native biodiversity. Find volunteer programs at local organic farms. Visit a farmer’s market. The list of possibilities goes on.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed or don’t know where to start, this is how I’ll be organizing my journey through this step:

Make a list of natural sights in your area that are easily accessible to you. I’m talking within a 30 minute drive or closer level of close. These don’t need to match up perfectly with your perception of nature—you may be pleasantly surprised in what you find when you open yourself up. This could include: parks, hiking trails, state parks, plant nurseries or shops, local/community gardens, farms that allow for visitors, farmer’s markets, local watersheds that allow for visitors, etc.

Visit these locations safely, documenting what you find beautiful and/or spiritual in each one. List aspects of local nature and how that could make an impact if you were to include them in your craft

Create a mini encyclopedia of local spots that you end up loving for days where you’re feeling disconnected and need a quick pick-me-up. You might even create a jar full of folded papers to pick them at random.

Increase the amount of local natural elements that you include in your craft instead of/alongside elements of your idealized natural space. You may find this area around you feeling more like a home or hearth than you ever have before.

Once you start practicing awareness in nature more and more, you’ll start to notice it in more places. This can not only help with your connection to your location, but can help you build your magical hearth in the energy around you.

Giving Back

This is a photo I took at the San Diego Zoo of a weaver finch building its nest

Nature takes care of us, even when we’re detached from it in our cities. We need to take care of it in turn. If you have the means, find some way to give back to the nature around you if you so wish. Here are some ideas:

Give back to the plants with your energy, or make an offering of compost to replenish the soil

Purchase a Membership at a local zoo or aquarium that prioritizes conservation. This way you get to visit, too, while giving back! I love having memberships because I know on each visit I can really take my time and don’t have to rush about.

Volunteer to help reforest, or to help plant at a local garden. This can even be done by donation if you do not have the access or ability to physically participate

Consider giving homegrown herbs/plants to family and friends—or prepare them to help feed those in your community, if you have the means to donate

Teach others in your community how to properly dispose of waste and how they can help keep our natural beauty alive

Simply compost and recycle when the option is available to you

Etc. There is no one right way to do any of this! Just with your intent, you make your community a better place. Thank you for being in it

Thank you for taking the time to read through my little magical journal and ideas. Even if we don’t fully align, I hope that our paths crossing has contributed to even a slight net-positive in your day. I look forward to writing again soon.

[multiversewatchpost]

And here it is.....

The long awaited.....

INTRODUCTION✨️

About me:

You may refer to me by the name Moth(or alternatively most things that start with a M are okay to use for me instead, for example: Marrow, Moss, Mouse, . . . aswell as any masc names that start with M, for example: Michael)

I use he/they/it pronouns and prefer masc or neutral terms. Please avoid using any feminine terms on me. It makes me very uncomfortable.

I'm currently 17 years old.

I am horrible at reading tone over text, tone-tags are very much appreciated but it's okay if you decide not to use them. Just be aware that I might misunderstand how you meant something.

What you can find on my blog:

Mainly utmv(undertale multiverse) fan-content.

My tags:

#moth draws for my art

#moth answers for my asks

#moths mythology au for content about my precious au, my dear child, my baby, my precious, I love my au, I love it so much, I am so fixated on this au right now (the original post here)

Ask boundaries

Don't ask me questions that involve the topic of sa. This counts for asks about my mythology au and also just in general.

If you're sending me anything that includes pictures or graphic descriptions of bugs, mold, anything to do with food being contaminated, things like that, please put a warning at the top of your ask.

Will add to this list if I come up with anything else/as necessary

Do Not Interact:

If you are any of the following: racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist

If you are a pro-shipper or in support of them.(Pro-shipper meant here as in anyone who ships/is fine with ships involving: pedophilia(or 'technically not 'pedophilia, for example, mentally/chronologically adult character that looks like/has the body of a child), incest(YES THAT INCLUDES ADOPTED), any form of romantized abuse, may add to this list if it turns out i forgot something)

NSFW blogs, I have nothing against you(if you're not also included in one of the above points) but I am currently still a minor. So please don't follow or reblog me if you're a mostly nsfw blog.

Might add to this if it turns out I forgot something

[alexartink]

Hi! Im Alex! Yeah its strange that I have a OC named after me but thats not the point.

This user is a transmale

This user is a Red Fox Therian

My birthday: August 2nd

Zodiac: Leo

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual

What am I?: An Artist & A Therian

Communities: Alan Becker, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Amanda The Adventurer, Etc..

Idk how to explain this one: Depression, Social Anxiety-(Irl),

Ask Box: Open

Submissions?: Yes

Request: Yes!

(Theory pic by: @theoryify )

Tbh I love making theories and making Lore for my characters! I made so much lore already :') anyway time to make a theory on a youtuber.

I have biting urges, forgive me mutuals

Will I do art of peoples characters randomly and give it to them as a gift?: Yeah :)

Phobias: Spiders(certain ones), Bees, Butterflys, Heights, The Dark, Drowing (A trauma), & Death

Alex = Aa

V = Aa

B = Aa

Ace = Aa

Mod/CA = Aa

MW: Aa

My school hours in Redlands:

8:45AM - 3:17PM

Something that has lore

" Not My Choice.. "

Lore 1

Lore 2

Alex and Ace arent actually sisters and well.. They don't know that.. Something traumatic happened that made them believe they were..

Thats all you need to know! Buh byeeee!!!

For the sillies to know: (@moss-cult-m-r @the-moss-priest @ask-joe-caine @jointhemidnightcarousel @numbuhbenjiseis @monicatstf @aldo-is-missing )

StickSona

Silly Art Comic being worked on w/ @hiimtheproblem87times

Blog I own and love :)

Who I match? I match Dorian

Im a VA for TDL

Comic Book Name: Hooky

Available on Webtoon.

Available in Stores.

(Yes I am a actual Witch! We do exist)

The Lurks (ft. Me and My Besties OC)

AVA wanted poster link!

Im gay for men with mental illnesses!

[kpforpresident]

from the prompt list - time travel 💫😌 please

Clarke slams into the ground so hard her teeth rattle. Every muscle aching with effort, she manages to fling out a shaking arm to hinge herself onto her back, teeny rocks biting into her palm with sharp edges as she flops down again, arms screaming.

With another desperate burst of energy she manages to curl her fingers around the knife that is digging a razor tip into just above her knee, bringing it to clasp over her chest as her lungs burn from the abrupt change in both altitude and oxygen content.

The sky is a bright ceramic blue, puffy white clouds lazily sailing by as birds chirp merrily in the background, the sounds of an idyllic marred only by the loud wheezing Clarke found herself emitting as she struggled to catch her breath.

Why the fuck is that time jump so goddamn hard? When I go forward it doesn't give me a rib stitch like that, Clarke finds herself thinking as she massages her right rib absentmindedly.

Three large breaths later Clarke finds the fortitude to peel herself off the ground, staggering upright as she shakes the pins and needles out of her leaden feet. She surreptitiously checks the glowing map that surrounds her wrist, noting the golden, pulsing dot in the middle is moving steadily closer to her location.

Nodding decisively, she moves forward, finds a slightly rotten, moss coated log to settle onto by the side of the road, and settles in to wait, eyes glued to the glowing orb that is moving from the crook of her elbow to the green x that is projected above her wrist.

///

Lexa rolls her next side to side slightly, straightening up and nodding infinitesimally back towards Gus's direction when he tilts his head in her direction, eyes questioning.

Yes, I'm ok.

Stiffness from her neck alleviated slightly, Heda settled into the rhythmic movement of her horse, Laika's gentle walk, and resigned herself to a boring ride north, mentally preparing for the mind games and underhanded treachery that two weeks of all of the ambassadors in Polis for their annual meeting held.

At least Luna is coming this year, that's something.

Lexa was so entrenched in the thoughts of her dark eyed friend that she almost missed the flaxen haired girl, curled up slightly off the path on a crumbling redwood log.

Her guards, however, did not.

Lexa was unable to bark an order to stand down before Ryder drew his bow, a lethally honed arrow whistling through the arrow with deadly speed before Lexa could raise a hand in warning.

Before she could breathe, a blue glow washed over the clearing as an orb, crackling and pulsing with energy, encompassed the girl. Ryder's arrow fell to the ground silently at Laika's feet, arrow tip compressed cleanly into a flat disc where it had come in contact with the energy field.

Brow pressed tight in silent disbelief and worry, Ryder silently stooped to scoop up the arrow and hand it to Lexa, both chastisement and concern etched into his features.

The clearing was completely silent, dusk rapidly creeping into the forest as purple smudged the horizon.

The girl was awake now, expression blank behind the wavering energy as she stared silently back at the company before her. She stands quietly, every muscle clearly on alert as she raises her hands in deference to Lexa, either somehow knowing or assuming that she was the one to address. Lexa makes a mental note of her observation skills,

"Hello. My name is Clarke Griffin."

Lexa turned the arrow over in slender fingers twice, thumb gently worrying the downy soft fletching of the owl feathers before coming to a snap decision.

She speaks the language of the mountain people.

"Hei, Clarke Griffin. I am Lexa."

Something akin to recognition washes over Clarke's features, intelligence clear in her bright eyes.

"Lexa."

Confused, Lexa cocks her head, Laika stamping uneasily as Lexa's hands tighten unconsciously on the reigns.

"Lexa kom Trikru." The trig words trip uncomfortable, foreign, off of Clarke's tongue.

Gus's head snaps up at this, hand tightening around his sword as he looks at Clarke Griffin with renewed suspicion.

"The only people who refer to me as that are my familiars or my advisors, of which you are neither, Clarke Griffin. Explain yourself, or you will not be so lucky as for Ryder to miss a second time." The words come out colder, tighter, than initially intended. Clarke's tech and her appearance among a trail that was a tightly kept secret as Heda's preferred traveling path was unlikely to be a lucky guess.

The blue orb flares again around Clarke at Lexa's threatening tone, Lexa's guard blinking against the bright glow that once again surrounds her figure. Despite this, Clarke takes one, then two hesitant steps towards Lexa. Laika

"Lexa. I'm here to help you, to help protect you."

Lexa can feel her eyebrow quirk in amusement and disdain as a ripple of laughter ran through her men. Lexa, clad head to toe in leathers with two swords strapped to her back, black war paint smudged down her cheeks in a fearsome mask, hardly conjured images of helpless maidens in distress. Lexa had staunchly curated her image in defiance of her stature as a slim young woman since the day she had climbed bloodied and victorious out of her Kongeda.

"Protect me?" Lexa snorted in derision, though not unkindly. This Clarke Griffin clearly meant well, although mistaken. While they would have to question her on her knowledge of this trail, there was nothing to be concerned about, Lexa decided as she settled back into her saddle once again. "I highly doubt that, Clarke Griffin."

"I come from a future where you are killed by an unseen assassin at the last night of the yearly ambassador meeting, Heda. With your death the conclave falls into disrepair, triggering the start of World War Four. I was sent back to save you, and I intend to do my job."

The reins slip from Lexa's hands as she is unable to stop the shocked breath from escaping her lips.

A steely blue gaze meets a dazed green stare as Clarke hesitantly lowers the force field, stepping foward into Lexa's path.

"I believe we have much to discuss."

[mistymountainsmc]

An Overseer’s Bond

400 after becoming Overseer:

Niserra stood near the nexus point of her dimension, M-1923, waiting for the man who requested this meeting.

    She let her eyes wander across the layout of this very familiar planet. It was a lush planet, with tall trees and thick moss coating the floor and trees of the forest. A pale fog danced beyond her eyesight, restricting her sight to about 20-30 feet all around her. This planet is meant to be a test for any otherworld travelers, much like TAHE, but more simple than an ‘open understanding of the multiverse.’ Niserra wasn’t too opposed to otherworld guests, but she’d prefer them to know how her dimension works before doing anything stupid.

As if he was summoned from her thoughts, she felt a presence added to her home. Niserra turned and saw a tall man with padded armour on his chest and shoulders, leaving his ashen grey arms and head bare, crusted like hardened magma. His yellow and purple eyes were cold and almost dark. His left arm displayed red and yellow runes, the same liking as hers, signifying his status as Overseer. Purple-pink streaks illuminated from his left eye of the same colour, veining like a scar.

“Overseer M-1923, I presume?” The man spoke, his voice as cold as his gaze.

    “Yes, I can only assume you are Dresden?” Niserra replied. I was given his name, but he doesn't use mine. Elloise wouldn’t have left that out. But she is Elloise.

“You are correct,” Dresden answered. “Elloise Ludum said you were interested in my assistance.”

    So he uses her name, but not mine. Interesting. Niserra continued to make mental notes of him. Gotta be careful. I don't know everything about him.

    “Yes,” Niserra said. “I was told you can house entities that may be difficult for either me or my dimension to handle.”

    Dresden started to walk, circling Niserra. “Yes. Any being from your dimension that gets too out of hand for you, I can deal with.” He finished circling, holding strong eye contact with her. “In exchange for a favour.”

    His eyes showed little to no emotion, almost piercing her soul. His figure seemingly casting a shadow all around them, darkening the already dim forest. He seems to have as much Dark Side as a Sith. What could he want?

“I am willing to make that a reality,” Niserra responded, careful to not reveal any hint of concern.

    Dresden backed away slightly, the shadows drawing away. “And what might you want for your side of the Bond?”

    “Just a ‘safety precaution.’” She began her request.

    “I am listening,” Dresden’s voice remained level.

    “I have a project of mine,” Niserra started. “I have tested it before, but putting it into effect could be, almost lethal, to say the least.” She paused, hiding a shudder of who might disapprove of her motions. She straightened up, returning a cold gaze to him. “I am confident that my plan will work. But just in case,” She stepped closer to the man. Her blue runes spun, changing her blue eyes to blood orange. “I may need him contained.”

Dresden stood unfazed by her boldness, matching her cold gaze ten times. “Deal.”

He began spinning and tapping his runes in a pattern. The red and yellow runes blended together and formed a circular pattern on the palm on his right hand. He then stretched out that hand forward to Niserra, the runes slowly spinning.

Niserra in turn spun and tapped hers and a blend of pink, blue and orange runes formed the same pattern on her right palm. She met his eyes once more, still refusing to show any emotion. She held her exhale in and gripped his hand in a firm handshake. A bell tolled inside her head, ringing like a sound echoing her fate. Both of their runes spun in unison and shone brighter than before, disappearing seconds later into their hands.

Dresden promptly released his hand from hers, meeting her eyes once again. “When could I expect your part of the deal, if it is to fail?”

“It will not fail,” Niserra gritted her teeth at the comment of failing. She released a sharp exhale. “But, if it comes to it, one year from now.” That will be long enough for things to be set in time.

“Very well,” Dresden lowered his eyes just slightly. He began to tap and spin his runes in a different pattern than before. He opened his hand to his side and his yellow rune spun and left his extended arm, creating a portal into what she assumed to be his world. It was a musty hall of a sickly yellow colour and glitching lights, a rank smell matching the sick sense of the halls. Without hesitation, Dresden stepped through the portal into the room and said: “Until we meet again, Overseer M-1923.”

The portal closed, leaving Niserra in the forest alone. She calmly exhaled in the silence, thinking through the Bond. This will count as the second bond she’s made in her lifetime as an Overseer.

Her Jedi senses took over as she felt a nagging feeling, urging her of some danger. Niserra spun on her toes to search her surroundings. Nothing, not a person or animal on this decolate planet. The fog lay still and undisturbed. She furrowed her brows in confusion. That isn't normal, Niserra slowly turned her head as if something caught her eye. That couldn’t be caused by Dresden, my Jedi senses never set off with an Overseer before. And I specifically set this planet to be uninhabited and hidden, why would this happen here and now?

Niserra dug her heel into the ground, disturbing the blanket of moss. She looked down to her left arm, her runes continuing to slowly spin. Her countenance fell in sadness with the loss of her mentor, a fellow Overseer who long passed after giving his world to another. I wish you were here. Could really use your help right about now.

The forest lay still, not even the wind responding to her request. Niserra took a deep breath before spinning her pink rune and extended her arm, letting it fly and open a portal into a spacus void with stars speckling the dark canvas. She stepped in, her feet now on something solid than the soft moss of Loclenea. She promptly shut the portal and began to spin and tap the orange runes. “Now, back to work.” An orange hologram of information appeared in front of her. She tapped on it like a screen and it split into dozens of other screens circling around her. “Lets see how ready you are, Mythical Sausage.”

This is definitely not foreshadowing chapter 9 even though this is an AU of the AU, nope, none whatsoever…👀. Am I also doing this to get more traction on the AU itself? Not entirely, trying to do these so it’s somewhat easy to pick up on even if you haven’t read A Force Apart.

God bless!

[jediddidididah]

when will you delete your account

Yeah!

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop 'n' go The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos Good luck finding critters creepy as me They shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD

Vodka shots droppin' down the throat that they been stompin' on Cockin' guns, lockin' up, the quotas all for shock 'n' awe Drivin's tirin', and I been hotwirin' To make my get away from the jailbreak riot and

Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks in the basement Tryin' to escape this probation generation Too late, crazy fucker's gotta do the time Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes

I'm alive and kickin' 'til the split ends fray Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I'm not to blame I'm a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on the mainframe Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain

Oh, how I know, how I go, how I go Ask me a question, the answer I know Yes or no options don't weigh out, and so I don't ever see the cons and the pros

You bear a striking resemblance (Some kind of semblance of somethin' I been rememberin') You appear familiar, dear (You look just like my bathroom mirror)

Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won't know 'til I'm under arrest

The drunk-tank's blood red, junkie's gonna relapse Some think punk's dead, me, I don't believe that Rock 'n' roll gatherin' the moss 'til I be that Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap

Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer I'm Lance Armstrong, you're the necromancer Slash 'n' burn, crash into the 42nd answer All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here

Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows Heaven knows God's sittin' up there like, "Hell no!" Only one thing comes to those who wait It's never too late to embrace your fate

May death come swiftly and gently to you Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom Save your convictions, they never will do What you say's at least one six-billionth true!

You bear a striking resemblance (Some kind of semblance of somethin' I been rememberin') You appear familiar, dear (You look just like my bathroom mirror)

Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won't know 'til I'm under arrest

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are!) Read me my rights, please (No!) I want my phone call!

Please policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please policeman, is it a test? I won't know 'til I'm (ratatatatatatata!)

Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won't know 'til I'm under arrest

[boldirs-rambling-space]

(SIX-UP, FIVE-OH, PIGS COME, I COP 'N' GO THE BLOTTER SHOWS THEY GOT ME ON THE ROCKS LIKE GALAPAGOS GOOD LUCK FINDING CRITTERS CREEPY AS ME THEY SHOULDA FRIED ME, I'LL GIVE YA PTSD VODKA SHOTS DROPPIN' DOWN THE THROAT THAT THEY BEEN STOMPIN' ON COCKIN' GUNS, LOCKIN' UP, THE QUOTAS ALL FOR SHOCK 'N' AWE DRIVIN'S TIRIN', AND I BEEN HOTWIRIN' TO MAKE MY GET AWAY FROM THE JAILBREAK RIOT AND CELLMATES SCRAPIN' UPON THE BRICKS IN THE BASEMENT TRYIN' TO ESCAPE THIS PROBATION GENERATION TOO LATE, CRAZY FUCKER'S GOTTA DO THE TIME COMMITTED TO THE MENTAL WARD, COMMITTING ALL THE CRIMES I'M ALIVE AND KICKIN' 'TIL THE SPLIT ENDS FRAY MAYBE PLEAD INSANE, GUILTY, BUT I'M NOT TO BLAME I'M A SLAVE TO THE MAIN VEIN, SPRAYIN' ON THE MAINFRAME SUFFERING THE INFRASTRUCTURE, HOPING I CAN MAINTAIN OH, HOW I KNOW, HOW I GO, HOW I GO ASK ME A QUESTION, THE ANSWER I KNOW YES OR NO OPTIONS DON'T WEIGH OUT, AND SO I DON'T EVER SEE THE CONS AND THE PROS YOU BEAR A STRIKING RESEMBLANCE (SOME KIND OF SEMBLANCE OF SOMETHIN' I BEEN REMEMBERIN') YOU APPEAR FAMILIAR, DEAR (YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MY BATHROOM MIRROR) ‼️‼️‼️‼️PLEASE, POLICEMAN, NO HEEL-TO-TOE OH PLEASE, LET ME GO PLEASE, POLICEMAN, IS IT A TEST? I WON'T KNOW 'TIL I'M UNDER ARREST THE DRUNK-TANK'S BLOOD RED, JUNKIE'S GONNA RELAPSE SOME THINK PUNK'S DEAD, ME, I DON'T BELIEVE THAT ROCK 'N' ROLL GATHERIN' THE MOSS 'TIL I BE THAT LICHEN-COATED BOULDER, MAKE YOU SLIP, BUST YOUR KNEECAP OPEN ON THE AMAZON, HIDE THE CURE FOR CANCER‼️‼️‼️‼️ I'M LANCE ARMSTRONG, YOU'RE THE NECROMANCER SLASH 'N' BURN, CRASH INTO THE 42ND ANSWER ALL MY FELLOW SKELETONS ADORE THE ARMY ANTS HERE FLIES ON MY EYEBALLS, SCABS ON MY ELBOWS HEAVEN KNOWS GOD'S SITTIN' UP THERE LIKE, "HELL NO!" ONLY ONE THING COMES TO THOSE WHO WAIT IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO EMBRACE YOUR FATE ‼️‼️‼️‼️ MAY DEATH COME SWIFTLY AND GENTLY TO YOU MAYHEM, CRY MAYDAY, AND ONCOMING DOOM SAVE YOUR CONVICTIONS, THEY NEVER WILL DO WHAT YOU SAY'S AT LEAST ONE SIX-BILLIONTH TRUE! YOU BEAR A STRIKING RESEMBLANCE (SOME KIND OF SEMBLANCE OF SOMETHIN' I BEEN REMEMBERIN') YOU APPEAR FAMILIAR, DEAR (YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MY BATHROOM MIRROR) PLEASE, POLICEMAN, NO HEEL-TO-TOE OH PLEASE, LET ME GO PLEASE, POLICEMAN, IS IT A TEST? I WON'T KNOW 'TIL I'M UNDER ARREST AM I BEING DETAINED? AM I UNDER ARREST? (YES, YOU ARE!) READ ME MY RIGHTS, PLEASE (NO!) I WANT MY PHONE CALL! PLEASE POLICEMAN, NO HEEL-TO-TOE OH PLEASE, LET ME GO PLEASE POLICEMAN, IS IT A TEST? I WON'T KNOW 'TIL I'M (RATATATATATATATA!) PLEASE, POLICEMAN, NO HEEL-TO-TOE OH PLEASE, LET ME GO PLEASE, POLICEMAN, IS IT A TEST? I WON'T KNOW 'TIL I'M UNDER ARREST

[halwarex3]

Yeah! Six-up, five-oh, pigs 🐷🐷 come, 💦 I 👨 cop 'n' 😂 go 🏃 The 😈 blotter shows 📺 they 👥👉 got 🙏 me ⓜ on the rocks 🌰🏿 like 👍🔫 Galapagos Good 👌🚟 luck 🏼🍀 finding 🕵 critters creepy as 😐 me They shoulda fried 🈳👌 me, 💯 I'll 🗨 give ya 😩😫 PTSD Vodka shots 💥💥 droppin' down 👸 the throat 🏾🍆 that 💊 they been 💴👀 stompin' on 🔛🔛 Cockin' guns, 🔫 lockin' up, the quotas all ❤🏞 for 🔞😩 shock 😨😨 'n' 🅾 awe Drivin's tirin', and I 👁 been 🔥📹 hotwirin' To make my get 🍆🉐 away from 😂👉 the 💦 jailbreak 😞 riot 🆘 and 😱😏 Cellmates scrapin' upon 💰👦 the 🌜🏛 bricks 💵 in 🏢 the 💦 basement Tryin' to ✌ escape 🛫 this probation generation Too 😲 late, 🕐🤷 crazy 😵😜 fucker's 🍑➡ gotta 🍆 do ⚠👌 the time ⏰⏲ Committed to 🙏 the 😍🔊 mental ⚖⚖ ward, 💰 committing all the crimes I'm alive ♍ and 🔛👈 kickin' 'til the 🔵 split 🚻🚻 ends fray Maybe 😉🔥 plead insane, 🤓😵 guilty, but 🤔 I'm not to blame I'm a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on 🔛 the mainframe Suffering 😖 the 👏💯 infrastructure, 🛣🛣 hoping I 📧 can maintain Oh, ⭕😧 how 🗣🤔 I 👄 know, 😱💡 how 💯 I go, 😩👀 how I 💰👁 go 🚦♂ Ask 😩💬 me 🥒🏻 a question, the 👏 answer I 👀🔨 know 😦 Yes or 💰 no 😑❌ options don't 🚫 weigh out, and 👏☝ so 😲👅 I don't 🙈🚫 ever see the 📐 cons and 😂 the 👗😱 pros You 👉 bear 🐻 a striking resemblance (Some 🐺 kind 🙁 of semblance of somethin' I been 🤤 rememberin') You 👈 appear familiar, dear 📣📣 (You 👦💖 look 👀 just 💢💦 like 💟😄 my 🅱👌 bathroom 🚽 mirror) Please, 🙏 policeman, no 👐 heel-to-toe Oh please, 👏 let 🏾 me go ⏩ Please, 😭 policeman, 🏻👮 is 💡 it a test? 😬 I 🌈 won't know 🤓 'til 💏💏 I'm 👉 under arrest 🔒 The drunk-tank's blood 👀💉 red, 🅱 junkie's gonna 🤤🔥 relapse Some think 💭😠 punk's 😈😈 dead, 😠💀 me, I 😃☠ don't believe 💭🙏 that 🏻🔺 Rock 🚀🗿 'n' 💰💰 roll 🎸🎲 gatherin' the 💰 moss 'til 💏 I be ➡🐝 that Lichen-coated boulder, make you 💧 slip, 💦 bust your 👦 kneecap Open 📖👐 on 👇 the 🐈 Amazon, hide 💜💜 the 👏🐈 cure for 👏💪 cancer 💦 I'm Lance Armstrong, you're 👉🏼 the 😾✨ necromancer Slash 'n' 😩 burn, 🚥 crash 💥 into the 🏡👏 42nd answer All 😫 my ♂🙋 fellow skeletons 💀 adore 🚼🚼 the 🏅😊 army ants here 🏿🍒 Flies on 🔛👅 my eyeballs, scabs on 💯 my 🍕👨 elbows Heaven ✝ knows ❔ God's sittin' up 🗺🤢 there 👉💍 like, "Hell no!" Only 👁 one thing 🤑 comes 💦💦 to those 👈🐥 who wait It's 🤔🤔 never 🚫🚫 too 🤖 late to 💦 embrace 💦 your 🙋☁ fate May 📅💯 death come swiftly and 📎🌃 gently to you 👆🚶 Mayhem, cry 😭 mayday, and 💰 oncoming doom Save 📑💾 your ✋👏 convictions, they 😈 never ❤ will do 💕 What you 😩 say's 🔥🗣 at 💰 least one ☝👏 six-billionth true! You 🕴 bear 🐻🐻 a striking resemblance (Some kind 🤗😯 of 👄🍆 semblance of 🔥📀 somethin' I 👈👀 been 🙂 rememberin') You appear familiar, 💻👨 dear 🔆📣 (You look 🔚 just 👌 like ❤ my 👨 bathroom 😤🚽 mirror) Please, policeman, 👮 no heel-to-toe Oh 🍤 please, 🍆🙈 let 👌 me go 🏃🏃 Please, 🙏🙏 policeman, 👮 is it a 📐 test? 😬😬 I 👁 won't 💪 know 'til I'm under arrest 🔒 Am I 👏ℹ being 🔞 detained? Am I 😜 under arrest? 🔒 (Yes, 👞😻 you 🏻 are!) 😎 Read 📖 me 👶 my 👩 rights, please 🙏🙏 (No!) 💦⛔ I want 👉👏 my phone call! Please policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh 🐦😱 please, 💕✝ let 👍💂 me ���❤ go Please policeman, 🏻🏻 is it 💯 a 👌 test? 💻😬 I 🤵🙅 won't 💪 know 'til 💏💏 I'm 👧 (ratatatatatatata!) Please, policeman, no 😩😑 heel-to-toe Oh please, 🙈 let ❌���� me 🤓 go Please, 😭 policeman, 👮 is it 🥇♂ a 👨👌 test? I won't know 😭 'til I'm 👁👁 under arrest 🔒

what is this madness (OLLIE I KNOW THIS IS YOU)

[jerseymuppet]

i might be stupid but. is the gothamverse a muppets batman au? is that what the thing in ur bio means? (either way plz do tell me abt it)

That would definitely be infinitely cooler than my idea! Gothamverse is the beautiful result of me playing arkham knight while waiting for an mcr livestream to start up and thinking ‘damn bitches from jersey are fucking insane! ....wait a minute’

It’s basically a silly little idea I came up last March with where all the mcr guys are from Gotham and what their villain origin stories would be etc. I followed the main Batman villain archetypes: extremist, anti-hero, camp, and serial killer, and I had a fucking blast! It’s very silly and just something I did for fun. I guess I can go a lil bit into it here.

full disclosure, I am psychotic and disabled and I do not believe in the vilification of mental illness or disability in media, all of these characters will eventually get the help they need. Batman at its core is about a mentally ill man helping others who have been failed by society and I will never forgive dc for making him into an overpowered, glorified cop.

Frank’s character (Francis ‘Frankie’ Stein) is the extremist (duh). He’s the son of a mafia boss who is steadily ruining their town with crime and Frankie just kinda snaps and kills him to take his place as the head of the family and try to undo some of the damage done. He has great intentions, he’s just very unyielding and kind of insane 💕 his moniker is Frankenstein! And his whole schtick is that he’s very hard (if not impossible) to kill. He’s also chronically ill and Jewish, these are not important to his character but they are important to me !

Mikey’s character (Micheal Way) is the serial killer. He’s a ‘sociopath’ (theres nothing actually wrong with him, people just suck and made him feel lesser and out of place :/) trying to fit in with everyday society but he always feels like something is missing and becomes a neuroscientist to try to find what exactly it is. He invents a machine (the empathsizer) that allows him to experience other people’s memories and emotions as though they are his own. From there he accidentally gets addicted to the chemical responses his brain has to doing that. And keeps doing it. Even after the testing phase is no longer accepting applicants. It gets worse after he experiences someone’s near death experience and starts chasing the high it gave him. Idk what his moniker is? It’s sandman for right now but that’s honestly so boring and uninspired.

Ray’s character (Raymond Ortiz) is camp but very loosely. He’s an engineer by day and a rockstar by night! He’s really only an engineer to save up enough money to pursue music full time but it’s hard because he doesn’t get paid that much. Winter hits and with it, cuts to his hours! So he’s forced to choose between rent and electricity. When he gets really sick as a result, he can’t afford a doctor. And when he wakes up with his hearing gone as a result, theres nothing he can really do but spiral into a depression. Until he realizes he’s a literal biological engineer. If he can’t fix his problem he can at the very least prevent it from happening to someone else! Research does cost money, so it’s very fortunate that Gotham has so many banks. His moniker is Dr. Megahurtz! His weapon of choice is his guitar, which has been retrofitted with sonic emitters to amplify and weaponize the hertz. Not enough to hurt, but enough to incapacitate.

Gerard’s character (Jules Moss) is the anti hero! She’s (yes I made Gerard’s character a trans girl, they took too long to make a trans character so I did it for them) has the same backstory as Gerard actually! On her way home from work she witnesses a terrorist attack, but instead of starting a band she decides to fight crime instead. She does so bad. Literally her first night out patrolling she gets killed by some priest who’s been driven insane by what he claims is an angel that’s ‘chosen him to impart gods will’ but it’s just a fallen star looking for a vessel to possess and the first guy it came across wasn’t dead lol. The star turns into a sword of pure light and that’s what Jules gets stabbed with, but also it fuses itself to her dna so she wakes up a few days later, schrödingers girl, with some scary new abilities and a voice in her head that definitely wasn’t there before. Her whole arc is her trying to find the guy that killed her and get revenge. Her moniker is stigmata! Because when she gets impaled it also goes through the palms of her hands and the wounds don’t heal.

but yeah that’s the bare bones of it all! I’m planning on making this into a comic series but the script is still being written at the moment! Thank you for letting me ramble about it 💕🥰

[sharktofu]

Get To Know Me Tag

Thank you for the tag @troubled-mind! It's sweet of you <3

Do you make your bed?

No. Well, only if I know I have guests coming.

What's your favorite number?

13 (i'm ~edgy~ like this)

What is your job?

Hmm... Short version: psycholgist/ office worker (long version is there's probably nothing that i haven't done at my job)

If you could go back to school, would you?

No. Uni wasn't bad, but i was very frustrated how everything was textbook-based and lack 'human'.

Can you parallel park?

Fuck no. I'm waiting for the car thats gonna move its wheels to parallel park to come out.

A job you had that would surprise people?

It's only surprisng if you know me because i don't like kids. And I was a babysitter. a very good one at that!

Do you think aliens are real?

Yes. The idea we're the only 'intelligent' lifeform in a vast universe is just stupid.

Can you drive a manual car?

I have only driven a manual car. The idea of automatic makes me sweat.

What's your guilty pleasure?

I think watching BL dramas? But im trying my best to not really feel guilty about it.

Tattoos?

Two! I have one each under my wrists. Am thinking about getting a lil tonberry tattoo to match the resident evil 'danger' line ✌

Favorite color?

Forest green? I'm bad at naming colors, but the kind dark green that feels like moss.

Favorite type of music?

Everything that fits The Vibe ™ - what vibe? who knows. I know i don't like violins and cellos, because they make my ears tingle and not in a good way. But i am very fond of rock.

Do you like puzzles?

The one that you put together and they make pictures? No. I don't have attention for them. But like riddles and stuff? Sure. I'm just v stupid xD

Any phobias?

I always feel uncertain talking about phobias online (bc i dont trust ppl) but i do have one. Fear of snakes. Cannot tell you its name bc everytime i googled it, it showed me snake. Not recommend.

Favorite childhood sport?

Basketball! I'm too short for it but it was always fun bc i was very quick on the court and most players didnt notice me until i was on the opposite side.

Do you talk to yourself?

All the time. if i let out the thoughts in my heads, then i can actively ignore them while im speaking them, so im never left alone with them ✌

What movies do you adore?

Hm. I like horror movies that use the horror elements as a way to express and overcome trauma? But not in a 'in your face' way. The one that you didnt even know it was about loss or grief or trauma until much later.

Coffee or tea?

Give me coffee or i'll die. i adore it. According to my coworkers i drink too much coffee, but who would listen to them.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

I wanted to be a writer. Still kind of want to but I also am? Because I do count fanfiction.

Softly tagging: @bxdcubes, @astrecora, @sunflowervc, @pixiealtaira, @dark-elf-writes, @princessravenna and mentally hard tagging anyone who would like to do that (because im very bad at talking to people 👉👈)

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

I haven’t had a chance to do a second full read through and get my thoughts in order, but I loved how you brought it all together and had Matty apologize to Ross on stage/through their music especially since the most of the fic has been structured around their shows and interactions onstage. Loved the moments between george/matty (george being the bigger man for once) and between george and Ross. Loved Ross bottoming for matty, ridiculously hot as always and so satisfying especially after you hinted about it many chapters ago. I also 100% thought you were laying the groundwork for the much-anticipated raughy one shot with Ross saying he’d been fucked before but not telling matty who it was, at least for a hot second until the end of the scene, and I was a bit shocked you would go that direction but in the end very happy with how you did it haha

I’ve also been here since the beginning and following this story so closely for the last 6 months has had a non-negligible effect on my real life and mental health (some positive, some negative probably lmao) so a heartfelt thanks for that ❤️ can’t believe we’re almost at the end!!

As someone who waffled between team Ross and team George a few times, even though I knew where we were headed more or less, I would love to read anything else you care to write about matty x george, especially more about when they were younger and first getting together or more lockdown bliss/angst. Or also more ratty/moss. Basically, I will be eagerly awaiting anything else you choose to write about the guys 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

My apologies re: the Raughy teasing! Fun fact, I was actually going to go with it until I went back and reread what I'd writte approx 150 years ago re: Ross being very shy and insecure about not having done anything other than hands stuff with anyone, and I couldn't find a way where lying in that context would have made sense, so I scrapped. Which means I can officially confirm that all Ross and Waughy did in this universe was: flirting, making out, give each other handjobs, and maybe perhaps there might have been one (1) bj that Ross received because Waughy was obsessed with the idea of doing it. 👀

You've also been here since the beginning and decided to stick around for so damn long! Wow. Thank you so much. I am so happy to hear this story seems to have been worth your while. I genuinely worked so hard on it, pulling all the string to make it all make sense and bring it to a satisfying conclusion, and I can barely believe we're almost at the end now. I'm going to miss this.

I'm definitely going to be back after the summer with more content, and yes it's quite likely going to be Matty x George to quench everybody's apparent thirst for more of them (and I understand, some of the stuff in the tag lately has been fucking tragic, sorry to anyone who disagrees but I'm appalled). Stay tuned, it's going to be fun xx

Thank you so much again for the love ❤️

[jellydishes]

There, in the woods before her, hung a horned animal skull. It was unclear what type of animal it belonged to, or how exactly it was suspended in the air. Maybe… something was within the curtain of moss and flowers that draped around it on all other sides like a cape, though as she approached, there was a shifting, slithering sound from within it's shadowed folds that brought her up short.

She took a step back.

As she did, the skull, the creature, turned to follow her.

Lucille shivered, taking another instinctive half step back from the strange thing before she remembered herself. 'I am the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter, and I fear no man,' she remembered having been drilled into her head, and she took a full step forward, then another, and she stared them down with blazing eyes. "I am Lucille, seventh daughter of the seventh daughter, and I fear neither man nor beast!" She proclaimed, head held high. "Which are you, so I'll know when I tell my family of my victory?"

The creature's floating skull turned at a sudden, sharp angle with a click of bone tapping against bone, then again, until it hung suspended in the air at an unnatural angle. Then it said, in a calm, smooth voice, "I am neither of those things, little bird of little birds. Which of those are you, so that I may know which I will settle between my hands?"

Lucille started to frown, her hard-won certainty flagging slightly. That frown deepened as she absorbed the last thing it had said, and she shook her head so that the twin braids that framed either side of her face swung this way and that. "I'm not a bird," she said, settling on the easiest of the things to refute, and the easiest to skip away from mentally.

"But your heart flutters like one, pitter-pattering against the cage of your ribs like a sparrow. Or perhaps you are more of a mourning dove?" The creature said. Lucille yelped as the skull suddenly thrust down and forward, crowding her back on her heels. "You mourn what you thought you knew. Small, bedraggled thing… yet stronger than a pigeon, yes? If only by name alone."

Lucille bared her teeth in a wild grin and laughed. A loud, unselfconscious bark of a laugh that hung in the air like a pebble in someone's hand. "I am not bedraggled, and I am not afraid of weak spirits who won't even tell me their name!"

"So many things you are not…" She felt rather than heard the creature begin to move, even as the skull stayed hovering where it was. Its touch was a cold, slipping sensation across her bare skin that left the areas it touched feeling prickly and almost too aware of sensation, as if all of the blood had frozen or left, and only now rushed back to where it properly ought to be. "What are you, then, if you aren't a bird or a lost, little thing?"

Lucille firmed her trembling lip and thrust her chin out as she glared at the now upside-down skull. "I am a human, obviously!"

"A human…" Another click, as the skull swiveled all the way upright again, and two spots of orange tinted golden light flared to life in its eye sockets. "I know what to do with humans."

[artmotherhoodandmadness]

Losing my 5 precious darling embryos, don;t tell me that they are not children, the embryo is the seed from which the might Oak Tree thus grows, suck on that you ignorant callous cunts

The unimaginable pain of losing 5 embryos and don’t tell me they are not children they are the seeds from which all life grows

It’s too painful

I cannot do this

Fuck off I say

Oh the pain I feel when I see little girls

Well I have a sperm donor now Nathan, tall, buff, slim, big long slender dick, beautiful hands, plays bass, teaches French blue grey eyes, cool hair, good family

Am I in love, don’t care he came in me an hour ago

I am 49 well miracles do happen, not to me, but maybe

Keep trying until I drop down dead hey

I can’t take it

The pain

The loss

The sheer humiliation

It’s excruciating

I don’t want to live anymore

I want my girls

Well I got my donor egg, she is Polish, intelligent as fuck, with a nice ass and legs and blond hair and blue eyes and a degree in Bio Chemistry at Oxford

Uber menschen in the making

I will have my Cyan Tree

Scarlet River

Storm Cloud

Hurricane

Golden Tsunami Thread

Purple paradise glitter heaven

Yes my little ones are in heaven with their grand father Rafique

And I will make three babies one Afro, one red head and one blond

And my life will be complete

Sans mes enfants ma vie est rien

Je suis dans le mer sans mes enfants

Ma vie est rien sans leur

Mes mes enfants

Oh my god

The pain pierces me over and over again like a dagger on fire

I cannot take it

Men rape me and break me and ejaculate in me like a fucking rag doll

I am just a hope to be penetrated and abused over and over again

My daddy taught me how to suck cock real good

Donobad

Tomi balo manush

Go fuck yourself you piece of shit cunt

And my husband is a narc, predator psychopath

And my kids little cunt runts who should be burnt and tortured

They play guitar and piano and speak mandarin and do so many extra curricula activities

If I meet another doting dad I am gonna fuckng puck my guts out

69 men and risking

Sexually abused from the age of 1-3

66 albums

16 films

100 exhibitions

11 books

Suck on that

Got into Oxford to study History at Somerville College or St? Hilda’s

Can’t remember

Does it even fucking matter

Tracey Emin can’t draw for shit

Nor Damien Hirst

I am better than everyone Francis Bacon, Vincent, Rothko, Schiele, Kandisky

De Kooning, Richter, Schiel, Klimt

Nietszche what the fuck did he know he never had kids

Kate Moss is a travesty

Worst fucking model

Kendal Jenner insipid

Justin Bieber pathetic

Billy whinging miserable cow

Taylor Swift knows nothing about life

Kate Moss’s sprog is ugly and short as fuck

Harry Styles is a fucking prick

I am better than all of you

I am gonna win the Nobel Peace Prize

Gonna be a global leader

I believe that everyone should get 30 grand from birth

Have their own house and garden

Preferably built themselves

Lego towns

No plastic

Recycling

Electric cars

Not teslas

Elon Musk is another psychopath power crazed mania

Who can’t keep his dick in his pants like Mick fucking Jagger

His kids are losers

Eddie Redmayne can’t act for fuck and married a bitch

Kate Middleton just is good at breeding and wearing clothes and has no hips and never eats

And her kids are brats

Harry is a prick

Megan is a bitch

Piers Morgan is a moon faced cunt

Alistair Campbell wrote the fake dossier and is a murderer

He should be curt alive playing his wretched bag pipes

Shada Haramsada

Guido is an Italian prick

Robin is a psychopathic narc

Yinka is a shit artist USP up your fucking arse

Kusama sold out

Can’t paint for shit

Her mirrored rooms flawed

I am going to Bangladesh, and Singapore

Erecting my neon mental health signs

Mental Health for All

Benign Anarchists

Trauma Triggers

Naked Trauma Triggers

Tommy

Nathan

Nicolas Rodolphe Roberts Colemonts

Robin

Adam

David

Rowan

Kash

Patrick my first love, he was deaf, we listened to Fluffy Little Clouds and made love and got high and felt the beat through the speakers

I was happy then

I was happiest when I was a virgin

Didn’t wash

Wore clothes that were too big for me

Wanted to be clever

Was sexually abused in the library when studying Hamlet and preparing for Oxford

Art school was shit

Has to walk past St Martins every day it was hell

Will study at the Royal academy – Drawing, will make Tracey stick her pencil up her arse

If Saatchi and Saatchi come sniffing they can go fuck themselves

Margaret Thatcher eat my turds for breakfast with Kellogg corn flakes

I want my babies

I will have my daughters

They will have the life I never had

And I will protect them

And no one is goin got mess with them

No one is going to fuck with my precious cargo

This is a war

This is a revolution

Whose side are you on?

Are you are a benign anarchist

Join the fucking party now

Have a wank and die

Suck on that

You giant sloppy cunt face poisson magasin

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Guffaw guffaw

Swipe

Chouette

C’est finis

Bonne nuit

Mais non

Mai oui

En faite

Donc

Donc

Donc

Ding dong

Putki

Picana coup gorom

Peshup

Putki

Nu Nu

The END

[painprns]

Horror & Edgy Neopronouns

CW: Illegal activity. TW: Violent actions, murder, stalking, body parts, weapons, and religious themes. A lot of the content in here triggered me so be careful if you want to look at this list. (And before you ask, yes, I am fine. You learn to cope.)

Of course, I don't approve of anything in this list, and this list isn't meant to glamorize those who have mental issues or violent tendencies. I have issues with violence and mental issues. Sometimes, it just helps. If there are any words you think should be added (or removed) feel free to send in an ask.

Note: Try putting a suffix on some words, like -ful or -less. Gives you plenty more options. Also, every new beginning letter will be bolded and with a new color for reading ease.

Pronouns (including emojis, not including extras like parentheses or alternatives): 443

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abandon

abyss

accelerate

again

alive

alley(way)

anarchy

anger

apart

apocalypse

arm

arson

ash(phalt)

attic

away

awful

awry

axe

back(alley/rooms)

bait

bat

beast

beat(down)

beg

belittle

behead

bet

bite

blade

blaze

blood

body

boil

bomb

bone

boo(m)

brain

break(down)

breath(e)

brick

brittle

bug

bullet

burn

bury

buzz

cannibal(ize)

cap(ture)

car(cass)

carnivore

cat(ch)

caught

cause

chain(saw)

chaos

chase

cig(arette)

claw

clown

coffin

corvid

concern

concrete

consume

control

copy(cat)

core

corpse

corridor

cover

coward

cower

crawl

creature

creep

cremate

crimson

critter

cross

crow

crime

criminal

crumble

crunch

crush

cry

crypt(id)

curse

cut

dagger

danger

dark(ness)

daunt

dawn

daze

deflate

disease

disgust

dissect

dizzy

dead

death

decay

demon

destroy

devil

dice

die

dirt

disappear

disease

disgust

doll

done

drac(ula)

drain

dread

drown

dull

eat

ecto(plasm)

edge

edgy

eerie

elbow

empty

evil

eye

facade

face

fail(ure)

fall

fang

far

fatal

fear

fight

final

finger

fire

flame

flesh

follow

freak

fright(en)

fury

gain

gargoyle

gas(h)

gauze

gaze

ghost

ghoul

gimp

glee

gnash

god

gore

gouge

grab

grain

grasp

grate

grave(yard/stone)

grease

grim(ace)

grime

grind(er)

grip

grit

gross

grotesque

grunge

guard

grue(some)

gun

gut(teral)

hail

hammer

hand

harbor

hard

harm

hatch(et)

hate

hatred

haunt

havoc

head(stone)

heart

heat

hell

hidden

hide

high(way)

hilt

hit

hook

hollow

horror

hound

hunt

hurl

hurt

ice(pick)

ill(ness)

immolate

immortal

imp(ale)

incinerate

inflammatory

inhale

inhalation

instant

intense

irritate

jab

jail

jam

jank

jostle

joke

joy

junk

kill

kilter

knee

knife

lank

last

lather

laugh(ter)

leak

leg

lich

lim(inal)

linger

link

little

lung

lurk

macabre

maim

malicious

manslaughter

marrow

mask

mass(acre)

maze

meat

melt

mime

mince

misery

monster

morbid

moss

murder

mystery

nail

nausea/nauseous

night(mare)

noise

nowhere

necro

off

one

omen

open

over(power)

pail

pain

pale

panic

phantom

phobia

piece

pill

plead

poison

poltergeist

power

prey

puddle

purge

pyre

question

quiet

quiver

rabies

rage

rail

raid

rain

rake

rat

raw

restrain

retch

rip

road(kill)

rock

rot

run(away)

rust

saw(dust)

scare

scary

scent

scratch

scream

search

seize

sewer

shadow

shake

shiver

shock

shoot

shove(l)

shred

shriek

sick(ness)

silent

sink

sin(ister)

skin

skull

slash(er)

slay

sledge(hammer)

small

smash

smell

smoke

sob

somber

some(body)

someone

slip

spider

spirit

spike

spook

stab

stain

stalk

start(le)

steal

step

storm

strain

strange

stun

suffer

sunk

survive

sword

syringe

teeth

tense

terror

thorn

threat

tinge

tomb(stone)

torn

torture

tooth

trail(cam)

train

trigger

trip

turn

tyranny

undead

unknown

vamp(ire)

venom

vicious

villain

violent

void

wary

weak

weapon

weep

weird

wick(ed)

wicker

whir

whiz

whisper

will

wilt

wither

wound

worry

wraith

wrath

wreck

wring

wrong

wrought

yank

yell

yelp

zero

zombie