#they die

[leahaart]

Dead boy detectives is a cautionary tale about what happens to boys when they have no female friends

[coral-and-reef]

@istjury yippee!!!

[sarnai4]

As An Uncle

This isn't quite my Tumblr trailer yet, but here's an idea I've been thinking about. I was thinking of a fic where something happens to Mala. Somehow, she ends up passing away and it's before she and Dagur can have a kid. Then Heather comes back from having been traveling for a while and she's pregnant. She found somebody she liked, but he didn't want a kid, so she went back home and delivers. Unfortunately, she dies in childbirth. So, Dagur's just crushed because both she and Mala are gone now. He has to stay strong for his new niece. He ends up taking care of the baby and there will be various threats and issues (probably because he's going to need to eventually tell the kid that he killed her adopted grandparents on her mom's side). I'm not sure what else will happen yet, but I want to do something with this.

[loonylupin2]

How it feels writing about a ship no one gives a damn about

Anyways read my hp fic about the sad story of Simon Talmadge and Gwydion Idris pls it’s a long slow burn that ends in tragedy please nobody thinks about them please I need them to get a fandom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57497344/chapters/146286106

[videogamelover99]

You know, here we are discussing why the cat girl didn't use her power to escape Dostoyevsky, how he intercepted the time signal and the like, and-

What if Fyodor has the same power Dazai does?

[general-grey]

using my bhaalspawn dark urge oc as my Arcana apprentice really was meant to be just an experimental deal but in hindsight it is fuckign hilarious that i'm playing a character who has had amnesia twice, and died no less than THREE times

like imagine trying to settle down on a different material plane, only to be subjected to the exact same shit. it is amazing

[encorific]

days 3 + 4

complex fit + angel x demon

totally didn't combine these just bc i didn't do yesterday's ahahaha haha ha

n e ways uhm these are my ocs they have a stupid amount of lore that will never see the light of day

idk if these are even considered unnecessarily complex fits but shshh

also pls ignore the lack of folded wingage beneath the one guy's legs i forgor

[kekewshad]

Played Loose Ends

Like shit I knew it was coming but damn

[boygirlfag-sael]

@cctv-catgirl

Anne de Marcken, from "It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over," published in 2024

[vamptits]

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

[shadovvheart]

i will... draw for fun... the things that..... bring me joy ...

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[hawkeabelas]

you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

[heartiella]

[drizzledrawings]

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