#mention of drowning

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2023 Day 25: "They're not breathing"

After Kyle rescues Yuuki from the river, and from drowning

[monstersandmaw]

@monstersinmysheets don't mind me just fucking ugly-sobbing at 11pm over these kind and blessed tags on your reblog of Laces for a Lady...

Also I'm sorry that you too have had the same experience with a riptide. Mine happened while learning to surf on a beach in Cornwall, so I felt it doubly appropriate to use said experience in this story, set on a beach, in Cornwall. Sadly, Nel is not learning to surf, since it's the 1790's and women can't even wear a bathing suit, let alone have fun on their own, but let's not go there. It is a fantasy story with shapeshifters and healthy polyamory in 18th century England after all... XD

I should add that I see all the wonderful tags that people add when they reblog and I adore them all, but I'm highlighting these in particular because of the sweet comments also relating to burnout and about pouring my whole withered and shrivelled little soul into my writing. Writing is my entire life really, and I'm so touched when people acknowledge how much it means to me. Thank you.

[kimium]

Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 10 of Sort of Saw Franchise AU

Summary:

One shot. Sort of Saw Franchise AU.

“Careful!” Yuu warned as they reached their hand out, steadying the platter. “I don’t want all our hard work on the floor.”

“I’d still eat them.”

“Yes, but they’re for Kalim and Jamil too.”

Grim rolled his eyes. “Everyone thinks they’re too good for floor cookies.”

“I think it’s more of a health risk than a pride issue.”

“If you say so…” Grim muttered as he set the plate on the table without incident. “What time are they coming over?”

After a long week of work, Yuu is excited and ready to relax and hangout with Kalim and Jamil. Complete with baking and tea, of course. (Huh? Murder? In the background? It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Yuu won't think too much on it. It's fine.)

~

Hello everyone! I’m finally here with Kalim’s story! This one gave me some troubles, mostly finding the angle I wanted to take. I actually had a different one in mind when planning, but this one flowed better, so I ran with it. I hope you all like it. Let me know!!!

[jeanjauthor]

I’ve had people yell at me online for spreading the signs of ACTUAL drowning.

To hell with your false outrage.

Get Educated.

https://www.boat-ed.com/blog/the-common-causes-of-drowning/

And from the Facebook page for the National Drowning Prevention Alliance:

“ Here are the major signs a child may be drowning, and they may be dramatically different than what you expect: - There will be no call for help: If you can’t breathe, you can’t speak or yell. - You may see their mouths sinking and bobbing back up repeatedly: If you see bobbing going on, you should check on the kid who is doing it. He could be in distress and you might be missing the signs. - They won’t be waving for help: Their instinct is to use their hands to pull their mouths out of the water so they can breathe, not wave for help. - They won’t be able to help their rescuer: They won’t be able to call attention to themselves, grab onto rescue equipment, or reach out for a lifeguard. - They are upright in the water and may not be kicking: If you see a child who is upright and not kicking, along with any of these other signs, get to them as soon as possible. - The incident happens quickly: A person who is drowning doesn’t have much time -- they can only struggle for 20 to 60 seconds before they go under. - A child isn’t making any noise: As every parent can tell you, children who are playing in the water make a lot of noise. If your child can’t be heard anymore when she’s playing in the water, assume something is wrong. “

The Facebook page for Carlyle Lake has this as well:

I don’t want people to die.

Period.

If I have to spread the word on what to look out for by shoving it in people’s faces, then so be it.  

And if that makes you “uncomfortable,” then YOU can get out of the goddamn gene pool and go somewhere else.

It’s summer.

It’s water sport season.

Reblog to educate & help save lives.

[bamsara]

More story planning doodles for Trod, maybe or maybe not

I know I'm drawing a lot more scenes before I've even finished the written drafts for them but if I don't have a visual of everything I'll die. anyway Im writing I prommy

[chronalshifts]

caitvi in act 2: reunion, cute banter, extremely good double-cross subplot, will probably get back together

jayvik in act 2:

[kudossi]

only god can write this script

“I’m, uh,” Lionblaze mutters, his tail sweeping behind him, “sorry for your loss.”

You would be, wouldn’t you, Dovewing doesn’t say, because she’s ex-ThunderClan, because she’s ex-prophesied, because his sister died for hers and because he’d wanted to kill her son, because she’s the leader’s mate, because her feelings about the cat who practically kidnapped her from her family to raise as a substitute for another are complicated and thorny at best. “Thank you,” she says at last, like she’s expected to. The diplomacy Tawnypelt has spent so long teaching her tastes rotten on her tongue.

Lionblaze wipes his mouth with one paw. Dovewing’s sister is ThunderClan’s deputy now, not him. She wonders how he feels about it. She wonders whether he thinks Hollyleaf should be there instead. She wonders if, just as she had been, Ivypool is just another substitute for a black cat with too-sharp eyes, too much potential. All wasted, of course, because StarClan was nothing if not good at wasting.

She wishes she knew why the she-cats suffered most. She wishes she didn’t know that they did.

She wishes Rowankit had been born a tom, sometimes, in her darkest moments. If he had, he wouldn’t be dead. “Simple as that,” she’d said to Ivypool last Gathering.

“Simple as that,” Ivypool had echoed, hollow. Bristlefrost had died for — what, exactly? So that more toms could live? So that the she-cat didn’t get the happy ending?

“There are never any happy endings for us,” Hollyleaf had murmured to her the morning of her death. The implication had been clear. Dovewing had stared at the only cat who ever understood her with wide, dry eyes until Hollyleaf had set her chin on Dovewing’s head, and then she’d been helpless not to lean in, a sob rattling her chest as she did.

“I approve,” Sorreltail had grinned at her as Briarlight had hissed defiance at the idea of being evacuated.

“Do I need it?” Dovewing had wondered.

“No,” Sorreltail had answered, simple as anything. “If it’s Briarlight, wonderful. But if there lies something for you outside of these borders — take it. Take it and never look back.”

It was the last time she had spoken to Sorreltail until she was cleaning her blood off of Lilykit and Seedkit as another panic swept over the camp. And even then, she was only speaking to a corpse, reassuring a cat who wasn’t there anymore that her kits would be okay.

(And Seedpaw had drowned to keep a stick — the closest memory of her mother she had — in ThunderClan’s possession. Dovewing had wept that night, inconsolable. Another daughter lost to the memory of her mother, a mother who had died because she had been expected to be a mother before a warrior, a mother despite the worst of wounds. A beaver’s dam bursts and is built again, over and over, until Dovewing’s coat drips with invisible blood.)

“Nursery work isn’t simple,” Ferncloud had smiled once, taking her through each task. Her demeanor was gentle, but the undercurrent was hard. Bumblepaw hadn’t taken this lesson. She knew that Lionblaze hadn’t, either.

“Why us?” Dovepaw had asked, looking up at her.

Ferncloud’s gaze, fixed on a point deep in the den, snapped to hers as if pulled there. “Because it’s only us,” she had said after a moment.

Less than a year later, Dovewing would step through Ferncloud’s blood to block a Dark Forest shade, all murk and mire and claws made of filth, from taking a bite out of her corpse.

“Don’t have another litter,” Lionblaze says now, callous in his way. “It never ends well for us.”

She knows — oh, does she ever know — that. No one star-touched could get away with a second litter, not if the stars had touched you young, even if they took the blessings they’d given away. Lionblaze’s first litter had led unremarkable lives — Hollytuft, despite her namesake, was quiet and unobtrusive; Fernsong had stepped a little farther than his bounds with Ivypool (and had paid for it, perhaps, with their daughter drowning in a lake made of rot); and Sorrelstripe’s history seemed to begin and end with her own litter (another dam, rising high; Dovewing looks away, now, because the alternative hollows her chest with rhythmic scraping of dulled teeth — pain comforted by pain). But the second? Two of them kittypets, the third an active rebel who had lost her mate to her own leader’s claws? A gentle fate, all told. They were all still alive, but what did that matter to him? Did the shame of having two living kittypet children outweigh the idea that both were alive, that both were happy, that he could visit them if he cared to?

“He shouldn’t have allowed it,” Jayfeather had said, his blind eyes staring into Dovewing’s soul.

“I shouldn’t have allowed it,” Lionblaze had said, anger toying at the end of every word.

But Dovewing had wanted, and now her tiny, perfect son is dead. “I won’t,” she says, hoarse. After all, she hadn’t ever been allowed to want. What had she expected? That StarClan would grant mercy to one who had only ever done their bidding?

“Guess some of us have to learn our lessons,” Lionblaze mutters. He scratches at an ear and averts his gaze from the direction of ShadowClan’s medicine den when someone stirs within.

Dovewing wonders if she can muster up the energy to be truly angry. She wants to be so badly, like one might want to escape sharpened claws dipped into soft flesh, but it’s hard to muster in this cruel, gray world without her son, with only callous gods to stare down at her. “Guess so,” she says, and wonders which god wrote this script she’s living. Her losses burn hot in her throat, the injustices as cold as ice, but Lionblaze could never fathom a story more unhappy than his own. “I guess so.”

[skunkes]

[cherrycherryves]

AHHH AH AAAAAHHHH THIS SPAGHETTI IS SCARING MEEEEE AAUHGGGGG

(Tomato sauce is getting everywhere as I freak out)

(The waiters are stone-faced as I flail around)

[yb-cringe]

is this anything

[electrozeistyking]

POURRIR DISEASE (AS DEPICTED IN THE “IN ROT AND INFECTION AU”).

STAGES OF POURRIR.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Pourrir disease seems to progress faster when ingested, or when infected individuals have a lot more power for stronger Craft.

Pourrir in bread and pastries appears similar to mold at first, then progresses into unusual lumps if left unintended for too long.

Currently no proper name for the gunk. Looks like blood, but is far too thick, smells far too foul, and tastes far too rancid.

Infected individuals appear not to be cognizant in final two stages. Mainly unnaturally happy at all times.

Distancing yourself from an infected loved one as they progress through pourrir disease may limit your risk of getting infected.

[catguangcorner]

the little insights we got into veifei are so interesting to me — xia fei actually having a temper that vein has to assuage; xia fei seeing vein as warm hearted, and him being the very first person he thinks to call when in a bind...at the same we know xia fei owes a lot to vein, we know (from the character profile) that xf hates owing people favours. we know that in the grand scheme of it all vein is using xia fei in spite of also taking such good care of him

also there's something about the introduction of their dynamic: xf turning down food, because his boss doesn't like him 'sneaking snacks.' there's that implication of control under the guise of care, and the timing of vein calling at that moment too, reminds me of xf's pv — one as the watcher, the other being watched.

anyway all this rambling is to say veifei toxic yaoi goes crazy in excited to see what's in store for them...

[chrliekclly]

does anyone else ever think abt ingrid and jamie nelson?

[slasherflicks999]

quick silly doodle bc i havent been drawing AT ALL lately and need to get back to the grind LOL

jeff + BEN being besties as they do

every day they question why they’re even friends and then the next day they forget all about it and hang out again LMAO

i also imagine they’re the type of friends that could go like two months without talking at all and it literally will not matter bc the next time they do talk it will be like absolutely nothing happened and they’re very real for that

my shayla!! :3 ………and jeff too ig 🙄 /j

[greyhavensking]

season 1 episode 8 flint you will always be famous

+ bonus john “little shit” silver destroying lives and winning hearts

“had to be done”

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Drowning