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[starscatteredsky]

tips for a wolf who needs to clean their den (bedroom)?

Tips to help a wolf who needs to clean their den!

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if you like thinking about packmates, think of cleaning your den as a responsibility you take on to help the rest of your pack! your fellow wolves all do their part, and this is yours!

wolves are creatures of endurance, not speed! it might be a good idea to take it one part at a time, maybe space out the cleaning over a few days or even weeks. you dont need to sprint through it! tune into that long-distance wolf nature and give yourself time!

before you start cleaning, put some fun toys, prey like plushes, or (wrapped) snacks about the room! now youre foraging or hunting, and you need to move around the wilderness (clean and organize) to find your prey!

take the time to organize the space in a way that appeals to your wolf side! maybe pile blankets and pillows in a way that feels like a little den, or put up some photos of wolves or nature! instead of dreading cleaning, get excited about the chance to change some things up!

wolves are pack animals, ask for help! if you feel overwhelmed its ok to ask friends/family/loved ones/ etc to help you out! its not a sign of weakness, its brave to ask for assistance with an overwhelming task!

i hope these tips can help you! i struggle a lot to keep up with cleaning as well, i totally understand. good luck, and remember not to blame yourself for struggling. its totally ok!! - 👾

[ID in alt!]

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[rivetgoth]

It's honestly crazy that discussion around testosterone HRT skews so much towards the beginning stages of it (to the point that you have dozens of guys thinking their transition is "failed" if they don't pass by like a year in lol) and what the initial changes of the first couple of months to years look like, like the classic laundry list of those early basic changes like bottom growth, voice drop, etc, when IMO literally none of that compares remotely to the depth and intensity of the long term total masculinization you start to experience like 3-5+ years in.

[thecampfiretales]

Come ‘round, come all! To the the campfire tales of the revered faefolk of our world. This is a creature some of you might know of, but perhaps you’ll find yourself immersed with this depiction of our fabled story.

Deep in the sky, along the edges of clouds, lay grand castles and musical harmonies from creatures known as the Vila. The next time you venture outside, whether it be for a walk, work, or doing errands, look up at our sky. Many miss it, but if you allow yourself to look for longer than a fraction of a second, you’ll hear their hymns and catch glimpses of the nature that they embody.

These types of fae are particularly impetuous. Be kind to our wind, the soil we step on, and the animals that observe us with a little too much familiarity in their eyes. 

If you curse at them, well, perhaps you’ll simply vanish, never to be seen again.

Some Vila are generously kind, and they will come to struggling mothers and aid them in childbirth. With a touch of their hand, the woman’s pain will ease, and her delivery will be smooth and prosperous.

Their origins are unknown, some say that they are women who died tragically before their wedding, others say they are immortal beings. Regardless, they are ill-tempered and to be respected, lest you incur their wrath.

Now, this is just one portrayal of these faeries. I am ever seeking of knowledge about the creatures across the veil, and I am eager to learn more. Perhaps in the future I'll share a grander story than this about the Vila, they are such interesting beings and are one of the many types of fae that surround our everyday world.

For now, let this campfire tale evoke that curiosity in your mind and open the wonders of the world.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Michael if they met as teens

[professorfcknmoriarty]

Also shoutout to the contest winners for Vic's pin sweepstakes who travelled all the way to the Dropout Studios only to find out WHILE THERE that Sam Reich did not know they were coming or that they'd had been promised an appearance on the show (also who had their tour led by an animorphing squid michaelis)

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[rusty-courage]

Dancin

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[shotmrmiller]

simon who is the town's executioner. he's accustomed to the weight of justice— or vengeance— delivered by his own hand. when he hangs your husband, it's just another day's work, flesh made rent. but then there's you. you stand there, hands folded neatly even as your world crumbles, posture straight, collected despite the grief that must be clawing at your insides. you don't plead, don't beg for clemency and that, to simon, is curious. interesting.

he vaguely remembers the bailiff muttering about the prisoner not having any next of kin, blood wanting nothing to do with an ignominious wretch like him, and by the way you stand there alone, the crowd having long dispersed, enduring—

you've no one either. so he makes his decision.

simon leads you away, his grip just shy of painful around your wrist, toward his horse, and you don't resist, which is good. patience isn't in his nature. he doesn't pause before helping you up, his large hands sure and efficient, and then swings up behind you.

his home has been in dire need of a goodwife.

(the blood on his hands doesn't bother him; it never has. he'll make sure it won't bother you for long.)

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

Let's be crystal clear. Queerbaiting is real. But it occurs when the creators intentionally hint at a queer relationship to lure in a queer audience to give them money, but never actually follow through on their heavy-handed implications of a queer relationship. Queerbaiting does not occur when the creator has been transparent from the very beginning that Malevolent is about friendship and platonic love, meant to work through the toxic masculinity they've lived throughout their entire life, and to express healthy platonic love (and sometimes unhealthy love) between two male-presenting characters. It is not queerbaiting when they emphatically tell each other that they love each other, because love isn't exclusively romantic, and while it is absolutely okay for people to ship them (and something that the creator is totally FINE with, btw), it is not okay to accuse the creator of lying about their relationship when he's been clear about it from the very beginning.

Friendship and platonic love is just as meaningful as romantic love and that's the whole point of Malevolent.

[starscatteredsky]

H i! ! ! I w a s w o n d e r i n g i f y o u h a d a n y t i p s f o r o n e o f m y k i n s .

I ‘ m j u s t l o o k i n g f o r s o m e t i p s a n d h e l p f o r m y s p a c e k i n . I ‘ m j u s t a g e n e r a l s p a c e k i n , a k a a s p a c e e m b o d i m e n t . A n y h e l p w o u l d b e g r e a t !

- Y o u r l o c a l s p a c e a n o n

[Translation:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you had any tips for one of my kins.

I’m just looking for some tips and help for my spacekin. I’m just a general spacekin, aka space embodiment. Any help would be great!

-Your local space anon]

tips for space!

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get those glow in the dark plastic stars and put them everywhere! ceiling, door, walls, bed frame, dresser/desk/closet, whatever type of surfaces you can stick them to!

wear lots of black, lots of deep blues and purples etc, with tonnes of white or silver jewellery!

glitter!! wear lots of glittery things!

get plastic planets to hang from your ceiling!

do space inspired makeup! glitters, deep tones, galaxies, cool star freckles, etc!

keep up to date with what we're learning about space! cool news is always coming out!

put lots of candles around your living space, so when you turn the lights off, your living space is full of stars!

go stargazing!!

get an app that alerts you when interesting celestial events are occurring!

hope these help!! -👾

[ID in alt!]

[spaciebabie]

you deserve to be loved with reckless abandon even if you dont think you do

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[skiplo-wave]

Inho mad at Gihun for starting the rebellion cause now Gihun can’t do this with him