#original transplants

[tswwwit]

How does Dipper get his sleep back in reincarnations that follow? Does he get it back at all? Does he just sleep without dreaming? Or does it reset?

It's working on 'sleep is a body part' rules. If Dipper lost a finger in one life, he'd still be born with a full set of ten next time around! Same goes for sleep - he'll get it back in his next life.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

what kind of favour do you require in exchange for an equineswap jiang yanli

I will fight god if that's what it takes.

No favour required! These guys were in the original doodle dump!

[tsukasalover]

wxs ita bag!! (sorry for crappy quality)

[mogwaei]

Thought it would be cool to put all of the art my friendo @/artist-rat has done of my oc Mao into one post. (Pls go follow them!!💚🌻)

Fun fact: Mao learns how to shapeshift into a rat to better sneak around! She of course had to catch a rat to study it...and ends up keeping it in her pocket.

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

also, god, I love being an ADHD bitch with 4208420 unsynced devices. I'm constantly leaving little mysteries for myself. what the fuck was I doing, last time I sat down here, specifically? let's look at our abandoned but still open tabs and find out!

wikipedia entries on

Delirium tremens

Benzodiazepine

Temazepam

Arthur Schopenhauer

plus:

google image search page on Frito Pie

-> 🎉RESULTS🎉

✨you were writing fanfiction about Rust Cohle✨

[s0dabeach]

having evil writing ideas i probably don't currently have the info, time or skill to execute with the appropriate level of care and making it actually make sense

[z-50-chimera]

FUN FACT ABOUT YOUR OC GO!

//ooc

OH UHH

I've said it a bunch but Mallard is Australian!! Specifically it's from New South Wales !!

While it's accent is sort of gone, certain words and the way they say things gives it away - and while it's swearing is toned down a lot it's got a massive potty mouth

[skimbradsteen]

Through Years of Pain

Pain of November Comes like the others Rains on Sundays, I hide beneath the covers

Wishing for a change An answer to all this suffering Sometimes I wonder If I’m stuck buffering.

One day the pain will be gone People will be sad and grieving Suffering had been so long Pain always increasing

Leaving behind all that I love For an eternal rest, And peace from above It was always for the best

Long-suffering for many years Took its toll on me Praying God would end my tears In Jesus, I know with him I’ll always be Without pain, suffering, or fears.

[elfhits]

Me if I was a zombie LOLz

[redlyriumidol]

I still think it's so funny that they said all ancient elves go bald after millennia. like that's just canon I guess. Every other feature stays the same except they lose their hair. It's such a funny detail but my question is... Why lol. Also one of the Evanuris seemed to have hair in the gameplay reveal, so perhaps they found a magical hair loss prevention method?? Many questions. It would be funny if we, with our glorious new character creator hair, were just fighting a cabal of evil bald people. A cabald, if u will.

[maulfucker]

I hate writing I don't want to write I want to read this story without having to wait for the idiot who created it to write it....

[forgivenfolly]

me like three days ago: prem probably wouldn't get much out of this expac it's a good thing i didn't choose to play it as him

the expac:

[ciltilladeltilla]

(edited sprint piece, 500 words, partly inspired by this book & paper)

The ice chest sat next to the hotel bed, covering a hole in the three layers of plastic wrap. He looked at it while the surgeon prepared, and hoped she wouldn't do any more checks to see if he was sure.

Even he'd assumed it was insomnia until he'd noticed mirrors had a color. It was a putrid color, at that - a higher octave of beige, only more damnably bright than the others.

"There aren't any medical texts for this, of course," she explained, shrugging off a layer of baggy casualwear and revealing full scrubs with plastic gloves taped to them. "It's a bit like those marriage drive-thrus in Vegas. Do they still have those? Anyway, you'll want to avoid doing any physicals from now on."

At night, stars had become suns again, while moonlight smeared the air and made it into fog. The moon itself didn't wane for him, but when its light was fainter it became almost tiger-striped with infrareds that rhymed with orange and green.

Next had come the clicking from the outdoors, a bomb or a loom hushed only by the rain. The sound of more letters being forced into his box in the lobby by someone cursing under their breath. Spiders became hydraulic and pistoning, snapped branches became wet telegraphs, and a universe of tiny, churning mouths vibrated the concrete under his feet.

The cravings had clarified the rest.

In the hotel room he laid back - sparing the details - and stared at the popcorn ceiling, thinking distantly of canopic jars. It was a wonder to him that this, this alone, should be so sensationless.

When the work has halfway done the ice chest was opened and gave a long, droning sigh as the surgeon lifted four containers and twisted four seals. For him it was hard to tell them apart except for size, but each smelled like mud or railroads or lifelong, prickling fear.

The group had already told him that rabbit, elk, pig and falcon were the traditional hearts for starting someone off. They'd also given him a warning, that his life depended on knowing which things kept and which would go sour. Which, he suspected, was just their segue to telling him he'd be paying in favors and not cash.

Rabbit, elk, pig, falcon. There was room for them, now, and as each was attached and resumed its operation he felt more - awake? The present contracted and expanded in the same motion, somehow - finer-grained but across a broader surface. All four beat in separate rhythms, syncopating in pairs and flirting in triplets until they joined in a crescendo on the half-hour mark.

"And - that's it?" he asked as the surgeon closed him up.

She placed the sewing needle between her teeth and made a 'so-so' gesture with her hand. "Reason these are standard is they go bad in about five years. Make nice with the right people and show you keep your favors and that won't be a problem. If that's not you, figure something out."

She declined to elaborate further.

[purplecyborgnewt]

Peta Toppano as Jilly Stewart 2.0 in Return to Eden (1986)

(Yeah, I'm branching out, giffing stuff that isn't The Flash. Been feeling nostalgic lately so there'll be more Jilly gifs in the future. Not every day, not every month - when I feel like it.)

[eggmuffinwaffles]

Waltz Of The Dead

Chapter 1: Have You Heard The News?

The room was loud. It was so loud. There was screaming. There was crying. Dead eyes that kept staring at him, crying for people they couldn't remember anymore.

And yet there was one ghost Varian couldn't find. The one ghost he wished was there.

He would do anything to see him again.

Anything.

[slutabed]

Where the Ragged People Go

Still — he can’t help but admit the two are blood bound now. Literally and figuratively. Stevie boy had been the one to carry Eddie’s sorry ass out of hell, already half bat food and halfway dead.

Then, the martyring son of a bitch had gone and donated blood to Eddie in the hospital, so, like, that’s a thing Eddie’s gotta live with now. Like every time he sees Steve, his heart beats faster on purpose as a reminder of whose blood is pumping through his veins.

Like he said — laughable. All of this would be laughable, if it wasn’t so close to making him cry.

***

“Where the Ragged People Go” - chapter 1 is now posted on AO3!