#they’re all places that i know i can go to and find updated info on palestine

[pollenallergie]

look i dislike idolizing celebrities but when i tell you that alana hadid means everything to me, i fucking mean it.

[jungkoode]

IMPORTANT PSA.

Hi, my loves.

I don’t know if anyone really noticed, but I’ve been a little quiet these past few days, taking a moment to breathe and reset after a pretty heavy wave of hostility and willful misinterpretations hit Kiki Nation.

I’ll admit it—I tried to explain myself, to clarify, to fix it. But all I really did was give more attention to people who were never here in good faith to begin with. And that’s on me. I won’t be doing that again.

So, moving forward, I won’t be overexplaining or oversharing anymore. The post about how the goal system works has been removed, and from now on, goals and updates are explained briefly in my FAQ. That’s where you can find the info anytime you need it.

I also want to take this chance to make something very clear, louder than ever:

Anyone who engages in cruelty, mocking, pettiness, manipulation, harassment, ableism, or bullying behavior has never been part of Kiki Nation, and they never will be.

Let’s remind ourselves—there was never ‘leaving’ this space for them, because they were never part of it in the first place.

Kiki Nation has never stood for that kind of behavior, and it never will. We are built on kindness, respect, and showing up for each other with love—not drama. Not control. Not cruelty.

And that’s why I’m trusting the real Kiki Nation right now.

I want to briefly address something that’s still lingering—the engagement on FMU Chapter 21 in Wattpad specifically.

As you might have noticed, there was a pretty obvious wave of petty mass unvoting on that chapter after the backlash. It dropped below its original goal, and now it looks like Chapter 22 was posted without ever reaching the milestone we all celebrated together. And it’s sadly misleading a lot of readers.

That’s not what Kiki Nation is about.

We’ve never been the kind of space that lets a few bad-faith players rewrite the narrative or take away from what we built together.

So, I’m asking—if you’re here, if you care, if you still stand with this space—go back to Chapter 21 on Wattpad and re-vote to restore what we actually achieved together.

Why? Because it protects the visibility of the story.

Because it keeps Kiki Nation’s credibility clean.

Because it clarifies Chapter 22 was posted because Chapter 21 did reach 200 votes (under 48h I should say), and it’s at 130 because 70 people unvoted AFTER the new chapter was posted.

And mostly—because it shows that we decide what this space stands for—not the ones who tried to tear it down.

I’ve taken a step back these past few days and had some time to reflect. And honestly? While I’m still disappointed, I also know this was never a loss. It was a cleansing. They were never really part of this space, and now they’re gone. That’s something I’m learning to see as a positive, not a setback.

I also want to admit that I blurred the line a little too much between author and readers, and in doing that, I might have given certain people the wrong idea—that they had the right to lash out, to push expectations, or to control what happens here. That stops now. This space has always been built on mutual respect and appreciation, and that’s exactly how it’s going to stay.

As always, I’ll be updating at my own pace—after goals are met and support is steady across the story. That’s how it’s always worked, and it’s exactly how Kikizens have appreciated it. I’m not changing it to accommodate the few trolls who were never part of Kiki Nation to begin with and are only here in bad faith. FMU 23 will be posted when FMU 21’s goals are restored and FMU 22 reaches its own. (Holding myself back from over explaining/justifying myself here again, so I won’t. That’s all there is to it.)

To protect my mental health, I’ll also be slowing down a bit more until the end of the year. I need to take care of myself and prioritize my life offline, and I trust you’ll understand that pace.

Thank you again, truly, for being here. For sticking around. For showing me what the real Kiki Nation is made of.

We move.

—Kiki

Edit: I have received a bunch of loving anons after this announcement. Just know I have read every single one of them and would love to reply in private but the option is not available, so I’m keeping them in my heart. I’m closing this chapter with a warm fuzzy feeling. Thank you.🩷

[alwaysurvalentine]

moving shadows - st fic

Written for Day 20 of @steddie-spooktober - prompt: cryptic - wc: 2.1k - cw: cussing & that's it! - also wrote this with buzzed unsolved in mind

sorry we're late (again) but enjoy! 💛

A ‘ding!’ from the car brings Eddie’s attention down to his dashboard where a yellow light blinks at him to get gas. He sighs and turns toward Steve to ask for directions to the closest gas station. However, he’s met instead with the sight of the brunet leaning against the window, jaw slack with sleep. He’s still holding onto the article he was reading earlier, different lines highlighted in yellow. 

They’ve been “monster” hunting for a couple years now. Most of the time there isn’t a lot to show, just stories blown out of proportion by paranoid people. All of their video equipment is in the back of the van in different cases or bags. The plan was to drive all the way to Point Pleasant, Virginia, stay the night, and then conduct their own research on the elusive Mothman. Every haunting, entity, or cryptid they investigate it feels like they have a different stance. 

Eddie is usually the one convinced what they’re investigating is real, or at least real enough to respect. When it comes to trying to taunt things to interact – he just leaves that to Steve. Steve, who usually puts on a show of trying to piss off whatever they’re looking for enough to show themselves. It’s like he wants to have a demon possess him. Eddie makes sure to keep holy water on him just in case and they’ve been doing this long enough that Steve expects to be splashed with it before he’s allowed into whatever hotel room they’re staying at for the night. 

In general, this means Eddie’s just about ready to shit his pants at any given moment while Steve’s threatening to throw punches. If nothing else it’s interesting for their subscribers on Youtube to watch.

“Stevie, hey.” The other boy snuffles and blinks hazel eyes open. Once it registers to Steve that he fell asleep he jolts up. His hair is flat in the back, but Eddie’s not going to be the one to tell him. 

“Sorry. Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep. What’s up? Where are we?”

It’s a fair question, one that Eddie can’t really answer because he’s just following what the GPS says. There’s just been trees for miles, and the sun’s starting to set so there’s been less drivers on the road too. 

“Not sure, but the gas light just came on and we still have a couple hours before we make it to the hotel. Can you add a gas station stop for us?” Steve tucks the printed article beside his seat and reaches for the phone that’s plugged in to add a stop. Sure enough, it only takes him a moment and when Eddie glances at the GPS on the stereo again it has an updated route. “Thanks, have a good nap?” Eddie teases with a smile, glancing over to Steve just long enough to see the end of a yawn.

“Yeah, actually. I stayed up way too late trying to find more info on this. Plus, got me away from this stuff you call music.” Steve does this a lot, says something that might be concerning just to fall back to an inside joke to distract Eddie. The metalhead lets him get away with it for now, since he knows Steve always loses sleep leading up to a filming day.

Plus, this has been an in-joke for years now: Steve says he hates Eddie’s music but never changes the CD to something else, and Eddie pretends to hate Steve’s music even if he does sing ABBA in the shower. For now, Eddie just rolls his eyes in response and shifts lanes to prepare for pulling off at the upcoming exit. 

~

“I have a weird feeling about this one.” Steve quirks an eyebrow at Eddie’s words and sets down his coffee. They’re having breakfast at one of the cafes downtown before they head out to where the first sighting took place.

“What makes you say that? If anything this feels like the most made up story we’ve encountered so far.” One thing Eddie does appreciate is that even if they don’t see things the same way all the time, at least Steve is willing to listen to his thought process. It’s helped make them great partners over the last few years. 

Eddie picks at the Mothman donut in front of him. The whole town seems to have taken on the Mothman as their only personality trait and it freaks Eddie out. How could one occurrence make such a huge impact? It feels like an elaborate prank with how fully the town has decided to believe in this humanoid bird-type creature.

“I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like there’s more going on here than meets the eye.” He picks at the sprinkle eyes of his donut, ringed finger tips now covered in dark chocolate frosting. “Like, things seem to be a bit blown of proportion here, right? There’s not a lot of fear around this weird creature that’s supposedly been hanging around this town.”

Steve nods, chewing at his own pastry before wiping at his mouth. “I get what you mean. But why be scared of something that most likely isn’t real? Nothing I’ve found has any strong evidence for this thing being real. And you know I’m usually the one rooting for these things to be real. This one just seems like a group of friends probably got high and thought they saw something. I’d bet good money they saw some kind of vulture and their minds just made it worse.” He shrugs and the grey jacket Steve’s wearing crinkles slightly. 

The nerves in Eddie’s stomach don’t lessen, but he does feel better knowing he’s not the only one who’s gotten an off vibe from the locals. If this wasn’t their job, he’s confident he could convince Steve to just keep on going to the next town. However, their viewers have been begging to see them investigate Mothman, so investigate Mothman they will. 

~

Wind shook the trees above them, sending leaves skittering to the ground as they walked. Despite this, Eddie could feel sweat gathering under his shirt. Steve was annoyingly unaffected, hair still perfectly styled as he called out to the Mothman. They’d been stumbling through the nature reserve for what felt like forever, even if Eddie’s watch tried to tell him it’d only been an hour. The reserve itself wasn’t too spooky in the day time, just trees circling a lake. However, as the sun sank low the air got chillier and both of the boys had to put on more layers to stay warm. 

“Steve, how long are we gonna do this? Nothing’s coming up on the scanner and I haven’t heard anything either. I think -” A tree nearby creaks and a thud follows like a branch has fallen on the ground. “Absolutely not! What was that?” Eddie whips the camera around, branches lit up by his flashlight but nothing to be seen lurking in the shadows. 

“Hey, calm down man. It was just a branch falling. Probably from one of those dried out trees we saw earlier, remember?” Steve’s voice is calm and it brings Eddie back into his body. It probably was just a tree. The wind’s so strong tonight it would make sense for the higher branches to give out because of it. 

“Yeah, yeah. Are we almost to the plant? That’s where the first sighting was, right?” His voice is still a little shaky and Eddie’s drifted a little closer to Steve. He knows the younger boy won’t judge him too heavily for seeking comfort, knows the kind of stories Eddie has littered in his past. Sometimes random noises in the night shouldn’t be written off by wild animals and should be investigated. Finding out your neighbor was murdered at the same time you heard a noise while watching TV stays with you. Sometimes Eddie really regrets picking up this gig, wishes he’d gone into music instead – even if it was just him plucking out notes on his Sweetheart in his room. His thoughts catch and stumble over themselves when he feels a hand in his. 

Steve’s stopped walking, his glove hand holding Eddie’s while they stand in the dark woods. His eyebrows are furrowed when he meets Eddie’s eyes, like he’s trying to read something in his eyes. He must see whatever it is he’s looking for because he nods to himself and tugs at Eddie’s hand, leading them back the way they came. 

“Uh, Steve? Where are we going? Isn’t the plant that way?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t think we’re going to have any luck anyway. We’ve been out here for a while now, and nothing has happened. Plus, I think I heard some howling earlier. I’d rather not figure out what those noises are, unless you’re looking to be made into a coyote’s dinner?” There’s a smirk tugging on Steve’s mouth that Eddie rolls his eyes at and cuts the camera off so he can just focus on walking hand in hand with Steve. 

The wind keeps howling as they walk, shoes crushing the leaves that have been falling when they hear it. A squeaking sound, like a record being played on the wrong frequency. Eddie tilts his flashlight behind them for a moment, curious to see what it is and lands on a shifting shadow. 

“St-steve?” He feels more than sees Steve turn, jacket crinkling slightly, and then the hand in his tightens. The shadow shifts, standing as tall as the trees nearby.

And then they’re running back to the car. 

The squeaking from before seems to echo around them but Eddie doesn’t waste his time looking back to see where it is. He’s seen plenty of movies telling him why he shouldn’t do that, thank you very much. Steve fumbles in his pocket for the keys and the headlights blink when he unlocks the doors. They only separate when they’re a couple steps in front of the car. Steve’s in the driver seat and already cranking the engine by the time Eddie’s shut his door. If he didn’t know better, Eddie would say it’s a gust of wind that shakes the car, but he can see a shadow blocking the stars from their view and knows the Mothman is chasing them. 

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” Steve’s slamming his foot on the pedal, sending Eddie back into his seat with the force as they speed down the road. Gravel makes the ride bumpy, but all Eddie can focus on is the strange squeaking that seems to be getting quieter the further down the road they go. “Did we get that on camera?” 

Fuck. “Uh, well. I would love to say yes…” Steve tilts his head back and shakes his head beginning to laugh. Eddie feels terrible. That’s his whole job, film everything and make sure they have plenty of different footage to clip together and edit later. Their first real sighting of a cryptid and he’d completely forgotten about the camera in his hand. Steve’s still laughing when they pull onto the main road, gasping for air and wiping at a couple tears that have fallen. “I’m so sorry.”

This gets Steve to pause for a moment. Eddie watches as he glances to the rearview mirror and slows down slightly. It has been a moment since the noises of pursuit have been heard. He dropped the camera when they first got in the car, but now he leans forward to grab it from the floorboard to avoid Steve’s disappointment. 

“Don’t beat yourself up too much, could happen to anyone.” Steve’s caught his breath now and he sounds so nonchalant about it. The camera has a crack through it’s screen, but it still lights up when Eddie taps a button to go through some of the footage. He’s frantic as he thumbs through the footage, hopeful that they can at least salvage some of the episode’s content. 

The shots he took at the beginning of the day show up first. Steve standing next to the silver Mothman statue in town, an artistic shot of his and Steve’s pastries from the cafe, and he skips over the video footage of them wandering the reserve for now. Finally, he reaches the content he got for the night, night-vision making all of the pictures green and white. A lot of them are just the back of Steve’s head as he walked ahead, and some are just blurry shots of when they started running back. 

But one of them – the last one the camera took, shows the outline of a shadow with wings out stretched and glowing red eyes. 

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies + info about the Nun AU ~

Anonymous asked:

would you be willing to put the hi-res for that idia/ortho you drew recently (with the megara quote) in your store, if it's not too much trouble! thank you!!

Yes, of course, Anon! Here you go <3 I am happy you liked it!! Sometimes I wonder whether I should keep updating the shop with hi-res stuff or not, so thank you for letting me know. I’ll upload more of our recent stuff there soon…

hipsterteller asked:

Its 12:49am and when I saw Azul in nun, I had to grab this

LOL THANK YOU!! Yeah, this is one hell of a nun lol

Rollo would’ve been disgusted… or not? Just kidding, he is not a part of this AU.

thestarlightfae asked:

A new AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please give us more details!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES!!! Ahhh first of all, thank you so much for being so excited for it! This really is our newest AU, it’s pretty recent, and we got so excited over nun!Azul that we actually have a lore for it this time lol

Azul, Jade, and Floyd are a part of the Underwater mafia/criminal world, and as a part of Azul’s plan to spread their involvement/power on land, they infiltrate a small and secluded monastery in an isolated island: Azul got a tip that this particular place would be perfect to gain access to important people through religion. All he has to do is to rise in ranks and gain more influence, but for that to happen, he and the boys have to hide their true identity: the merpeople are very demonised in this world and this religion in particular.

No one knows for certain if merpeople exist, so there are a lot of rumors and legends, a lot of which have nothing to do with reality, but the main consensus on land and in the church is that merpeople are spawns of the devil, and the depths of the ocean are the very depths of Hell. So Azul and the tweels have to really keep it together while listening to other nuns talk about mermaids seducing poor men and drowning them, literally dragging them to the underworld for their souls to suffer for eternity.

But our merboys do a very good job, and no one suspects them, in fact, they became rather popular very quickly. Nuns adore sister Floyd and consider him to be a very bright innocent soul, a little childish, but only closer to God for that; and sister Jade is like a saint that takes care of the older nuns and sick ones, selflessly spending hours at the infirmary. And of course, sister Azul is an absolute angel that is always here to support and help anyone who needs it.

(by the way yeah, everyone here is a boy, but they are still called sisters – don’t worry too much about it, we just really wanted them to be nuns…)

But even though Azul, as per usual, just acts nice and in actuality dislikes pretty much everyone around him, there is one person he got genuinely close with – it’s sister Idia, a mysterious shut-in that really stands out from the rest of the nuns. You can rarely see him around, he prefers to stay alone and he is excused from some events. Azul is intrigued by Idia, but also genuinely enjoys their chats and playing little board games (which they’re not really allowed to play) with him whenever they get a chance to spend some free time together.

And this accidental gamble of spending time with a loner weirdo really pays off when Azul finds out that Idia is, in fact, a son of a very rich and influential family, and that he is probably even the biggest golden ticket for Azul than any other fat-cat Azul could’ve gained access to through his way up the ranks.

This changes Azul’s plans: now he wants to take Idia back with them, when it’s time for him and the Tweels to leave…

One day, he invites Idia to talk alone in a private room, and as sister Idia arrives, he witnesses something otherworldly and horrifying: long and slimy tentacles crawling from under Azul’s robes. Not only did poor Idia not know that merpeople even existed, he sure as hell didn’t expect to see one among the nuns AND with tentacles lol

But aside from utter shock, confusion and fear, Idia also feels like he is getting something that he deserves. If merpeople exist and he is witnessing one with his own eyes, maybe it has come to drag him to Hell where he belongs. Because you see, Idia also has a secret… and a reason why he got pretty much disowned from his family and sent to live here in isolation.

Gee I wonder what’s going to happen next :3c

(lots of sex)

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader, eventually Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 3110. Contents: Nurse-work, medical situation, blood and gore, trauma, human experimentation, mass murder. A/N: Yes, I update irregularly but very frequently - sometimes several times aday. Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 17

... Reader’s PoV ...

You’re kept busy at HQ with work and training with May as new teacher. She is, if possible, even stricter than Natasha which doesn’t leave you a lot of extra energy to worry about things.

When there’s a quiet moment at home, you spend it writing proper old-fashioned letters about what’s going on. All of them addressed to Bucky though you haven’t had the courage to mail them. Instead, they’re kept them in a small safety box that you’ve installed in the room with the washer and dryer.

Today at work, you’re going through the notes on a procedure done during the night when one of the doctors, Mohinder, comes running. Out of breath, he explains a patient’s incoming by jet whom you need to be ready for as soon as it touches down.

He’s sucking air in between every other word. “What do…you need me…to do?” He’s right behind you as you’re are sprinting down the hall.

“Prep a pod and get me any info on him.”

Bursting through the doors, you’re in time to see a quinjet descend. Inside are a handful of people, three of which are hunched around a figure on the floor. There’s always a gurney or two standing next to the infirmary’s exit. Grabbing one, you continue over, already assessing the injuries: the guy, an Inhuman, is in shock and has several fractures, bruises, and smaller wounds as well as a seeping internal bleeding making his pulse erratically fast and weak. The agents escorting him have done nothing to stabilize him! But as the ramp lowers and you get a clear view, you see why...or rather...you don’t see. The guy’s nowhere to be found, only his glittery shape and self-suspended blanket and clothes indicate that he’s actually there.

“What’s his name?” You lock the gurney’s wheels and step aside to allow the agents to move your patient.

“Alejandro...”

The agents that are with him fumble for a second trying to find the right places to lift him by and moments later you’re wheeling him away.

Mohinder meets you just as you get to the infirmary and helps you get the guy, Alejandro, to one of the white cells that you once inhabited. They’re supposed to contain the powers of Inhumans, shielding any outsiders from sudden outbursts and potential danger so you’ve never dared to tell them that it doesn’t work on your radar even though it does dampen the range, and now you hope that whatever this guy’s capable off will be fully contained.

This pod’s fitted as a hospital room with all the best equipment money can buy but before you even start to hook the Inhuman up to any of the monitors, you’ve got to stop the internal bleeding that’s coming from the liver and the big arteries there.

“Mohinder, drain the bleeding and find me a bag of universal to top him off.”

Without complaints, he scuttles off to do as asked. He would never question who gives the orders in a situation like this and soon he’s back with what you need just as you can move the hands away. The bleeding’s stopped, securing time to place the electrodes to the equipment on the patient and finding a suitable vein for the donor blood.

“It’s a strange thing…seeing you work with thin air...”

Mohinder’s standing at the foot of the gurney removing a shoe that’s seemingly floating on its own. Getting the torn, bloodied clothes off an invisible figure can’t be everyday life even in a place like this.

“You can get one of the new scan-screens in if you want.”

His face lights up with the idea of getting to use one of them. They work like refined CT-scanners allowing to see the entire body, temperature, electrical signals, and potential injuries in real time…and it’s small enough to be wheeled to the patient rather than the other way around.

Of course the dear doctor isn’t going to miss out on the opportunity, and when he comes back with it you’ve managed to place the tube to drain the chest and abdominal cavities for stray blood. It’s a lot easier for you to cover the pain management in the beginning than having to wait for anaesthetics to work, but it’s still worrying that Alejandro’s shown no reactions at all to anything you do, and you fear that the patient might be slipping into a coma.

You’ve been talking to the patient, but now you glance at Mohinder. “D’you know what happened to him?”

You’re starting to heal the many fractures while Mohinder’s watching the progress on the scan-screen, dark eyes growing bigger by the minute.

“I don’t have the full report yet…apparently he was on assignment.”

Crap. “Any other injured or casualties?”

His expression says it all. “...also his sister...” Poor Alejandro, no wonder you’re in shock.

Your hands are moving from injury to injury, numbing the pain and fusing bones or healing wounds as they go. Two of the other nurses are standing outside the pod, watching through the window together with Alejandro’s team mates. It isn’t until Coulson appears that they get moving again, allowing him to get in.

“Mohinder. I’m sorry, but can we have the room for a moment?” His face’s grim, making the doctor understand the severity of the situation.

By now you’re working on the patient’s head, stabilizing the cranial structure as you wait for a word from Coulson, then trying desperately to stabilize the flow of hormones carrying Alejandro further into unconsciousness. It’s not something you’ve done before, and you only have theoretical knowledge of which chemicals a healthy body needs to go on, meaning that the aim’s to get the serotonin and dopamine levels up and especially the cortisol down.

For a moment, the young man flickers into view, but soon his body’s fighting the changes you’re trying to impose on him as if he’s defending himself. He disappears again.

“They were on a rescue OP.” Coulson’s voice’s surprisingly tender. “Marisol, his sister, and another seven Inhumans had gone missing over the last month. Alejandro and his team had tracked them down to an old hurricane shelter on a farm in West Virginia.” Again, he stands quietly, probably seeing the events unfold in his imagination. “They’d been experimented on.”

Your head snaps up. “How?”

“Every way possible. The team managed to document a lot of it...then they found Marisol and…when Alejandro lifted her...” The director actually shudders at the thought. “Place was rigged to blow. As far as we can tell…the triggers were in the victims.”

You look at Alejandro. There are still so many small injuries to heal, but even so...he came in with all body parts.

“He’s lucky to have survived...” Sort of.

There’s no more you can do right now, so you go to wash and sanitize your hands, unsteady on your feet from spending too much energy. Someone else will have to get on top of his pain management in a moment.

“Is he?” Coulson’s still standing, looking at a sheet going up and down where there should be a chest. “We didn’t know his sister would be there...but of course I was aware of the possibility...”

You know what Coulson means and it gives you an idea. “Could Wanda help him? Maybe she can reach him in there...”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask her.”

“Do you know who’s behind it?” You do...

He nods, finally meeting your eyes. “Vasiliev. He’d left a message for us to find.”

So far, he’s seemed like a frail, sad man, but now Coulson snaps back into action, striding towards the door and telling you to be available for a meeting at 9PM, the “rest” won’t be able to be there sooner. He’s barely out of the radar before Mohinder, Keith, and Kate arrive to take over.

...

You’ve been back to check on Alejandro before heading to Coulson’s office. It’s not time for the meeting yet, but you’re too restless to wait after having downed about a litre of energy drinks and anything you could find to eat, scaring Fitz when you demanded to know where he’d hidden the chocolates.

Stepping out of the elevator, you see the door to the director’s office’s open, but there’s no one around. Should I wait outside? You’re way too curious.

Entering, you look around the office properly... the last (and only) visit you made to this place didn’t leave you a lot of room to focus on the decorations. It’s almost like in a museum with old books, models of cars and planes, a collection of funky and antique gadgets, and other memorabilia on any surface available. The room itself stands in stark contrast with the sharp lines of metal, glass and black leather centred around a desk facing the door and a tall window behind that. On either side are white book cases and smaller comfortable chairs in grey fabric and tables leaving the room with a somewhat crammed impression.

Scanning the books, you notice a volume sticking out, “Norse Mythology”, but there’s no time to get it out for inspection because Coulson and Steve are about to step out of the elevator. Instead, you sit down to wait for them, pretending to analyze the ongoing game of chess that’s placed between the chairs on one of the end tables.

“We’re certain about that?” Steve’s asking.

Coulson’s answer’s gruff. “Yes, all of them. The combination would be devastating.”

They don’t know I’m here...I shouldn’t be hearing this! In your bafflement, you accidentally knock over one of the beautifully carved chess pieces. Klutz! That’s not something a real spy would do! You see both men hesitate for a fraction of a second before they take the last few strides into the office to find you with a hand hovering above the wooden game board. Sure, they seem partially relieved, but for the rest...worried.

“You’re here early...” Coulson recovers.

“There’s nothing more I can do for Alejandro.” You aim for calm and think you might’ve achieved it. “I’ve been talking to him, promising that it’ll be alright in the end...”

Waiting’s always the worst. With a patient on the brink of coma it’s like painting a rotten wall – you might make it look right, but it’ll never be fine until the rot’s gone. It’s an odd analogy which you’re happy the others don’t hear, ensuring instead that they understand the meaning of the predicament.

The fatherly qualities Coulson possess shine through as he places a hand on your shoulder. “Wanda’s going to see him after the meeting. She couldn’t promise anything when I spoke with her, but she will try.”

Even so it’s a relief to know and a big sigh escapes you, making the little plant in the bauble hidden under your clothes shiver and stabilize its stream of light and glitter.

Within 15 minutes the rest have arrived too. Vision, Wanda, Stark, Natasha, Bruce, Clint, Rhodes, Sam and even Thor...the latter resulting in a lot more activity going on near the office. You’d half expected Fury to be here, but apparently, he’s off negotiating a sort of partnership somewhere overseas.

Coulson starts while a screen emerges from his desk. “At 11AM this morning one of our teams had managed to find where several Inhumans had been kept captive and experimented on.”

With the push of a few buttons, he shows them images of a bunker-like place...then the screen shifts to showing old and rusty operating tables with rubber tubes connected to what looks like 15mm needles in one end. Across the floor of the place’s caked blood and...other bodily secretes. Next image shows chains and straps hanging from the walls and ceilings, most with electrical wires attached to them.

“The victims were no longer alive when the team got to them...”

With a look of dread Coulson makes the screen flicker again and a picture’s shown that would’ve been fitting a book describing a WW2 concentration camp and you have to fight to avoid gagging. The shapes are barely human looking. A few still show skeletal structures, but most of them have been transformed into empty bags of skin, leaving just the skull and other flat bones. Bones without marrow and usable living cells. All of them have been sort of dumped in a corner of the room, like garbage.

You can’t take the eyes away from the horror even though you want to. The others are just as horrified but manage to keep their cool a lot better than Wanda, Bruce, Tony and you. They’ve all had to steady themselves on something too, and you’re sick to the stomach and grateful when Coulson finally turns off the horror show.

“Who did this?” Wanda’s voice’s shaky.

Her red glitter-tendrils are whipping around but she has not dared to touch down on anyone with them yet, she knows privacy’s a virtue.

There’s a faint click, and a new image appears. This time it shows a wall with paint smeared onto it forming the pattern of a glove of sorts and below it Cyrillic writing. Both Wanda and Natasha swear under their breath, leaving those in the office that don’t read Russian to wonder why.

“It says…Merry Christmas, from Ivan Vasiliev.” Natasha explains.

“He took their blood and marrow...why?” You’ve got a sinking feeling inside that you won’t like the answer.

Coulson and Steve exchange a glance before the director of SHIELD speaks. “Our theory’s that he’s trying to extract any usable DNA from them to fuse with either someone’s or, more likely, his own in order to gain the powers.”

“What powers are we talking about?” Cautious and practical Bruce.

“We don’t know all of them yet, but the ability to walk through walls and some kind of pyrokinesis and levitation or flying’s involved.” Coulson’s worried with good reason. “We’re trying to establish what the other victims were capable of, but many of them were still unknown to us.”

“Pyrokinesis...so he’d be able to start a fire and potentially set off an explosion just by thinking...”

“Yes, but clearly he couldn’t have had that ability in San Fran as the Inhuman with this power was only just...used. So our theory’s that he turned against his own, had a hidden agenda...” Steve points out.

Both Rhodes and Clint want to know about the icon, unfortunately Coulson’s no information on that. “There’ve been several organizations throughout history using a fist or a hand, but none that would logically be involved in this kind of work.”

“Actually...” Thor’s face is grim as he talks, “I believe I may know to whom this icon refers. We have legends near forgotten in Asgard recanting the old times of our people before balance and peace was achieved for the first time among the great realms. By now these legends are but myths, tales to tell the little ones as we sit by a roaring fire in the evening. Most do not believe the occurrences of these events.” The god’s lost in memory for a moment and no one dares disturb him. “He was the destroyer, the herald of chaos and disaster as he sought his bride, Death. Many lives were lost before his reign was ended. Thanos…the Mad Titan.”

“You’re saying he’s dead though...” Sam’s voice trails off as Thor shakes his head.

“During the battle, the Gauntlet of Thanos was fractured. The force released tore the realm apart and sent the Infinity Stones sailing through the verses. Once the dust had settled, Thanos was nowhere to be found...most likely he fled amidst the chaos...”

Vision points out what you’ve all noticed. “He used to possess the Infinity Stones? Then it must be beyond doubt that he wishes to regain them.”

“But why side with a human?” Ten points to the Director.

“Without the Stones he doesn’t have his full strength. He pro’ly didn’t want his involvement to be revealed yet....right?” The tacticians are nodding thoughtfully at your suggestion.

...

By the end of the meeting, Thor’s decided to find out what he can from his end while the rest continue searching for Vasiliev and try to reach as many Inhuman as you can to warn them about him and what he’s done. Coulson decides setting Daisy on that part of the case as she’s good contacts in the Inhuman network. This also means you’re all going to stick together using the Headquarters as base of operation or maybe the Tower.

On the way out you grab Steve, but you don’t get further than drawing in breath.

“He’s alright. Don’t worry.” Blue eyes are gleaming softly.

Not goo enough. “Where is he?”

“Wakanda. Can’t tell you more than that. You have to trust me.”

It takes a moment after he walks away before you get the swirling thoughts under control and apply logic to what you know. Like the fact that Bucky would go to T’Challa if he thought he was a danger to people around him. Now he’s there...probably on ice which would explain the lack of contact. But why?

Pulling yourself together, you head back to the infirmary again where Wanda’s sitting at the head end of Alejandro’s bed, fingertips softly touching his temples and red tendrils weaving around and into the patient’s head. Vision’s floating in a corner, like a guardian angel watching over the situation.

It takes a while before you realize that tears are streaming down Wanda’s cheeks. She lost her brother...the only one she had. If anyone can convince him to come back to the world, to not give up, then it’s her.

Clearly your help’s not needed here.

...

You wake up with a flinch, realizing you’re no longer alone in the break room. The sandwich’s lying half eaten on the plate next to you and standing in the door’s Coulson.

“Sorry to wake you, but I thought you’d like to know…Wanda did it.” A halfhearted smile graces the features of the director. “He’s asleep now, but this time it’s a healthy sleep.”

“And how’s she?” Worry gnaws at your insides.

“Okay…considering the circumstances. Vision’s taken her to the Tower for now.” Sitting down next to you, he checks his watch. It’s well past midnight. “You should go home too. Get some proper rest.”

He’s looking tired too, head hurting from tensions and worries. Wordlessly, you carefully place a hand on his skull, making the muscles release their tug and cajoling the pain go away. A few minutes are enough before you let go, revelling how his face is “open” and relaxed as Coulson enjoys the change.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who’d use a night’s rest...”

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[indecisive-dizzy]

Eaaaaaaaaa the welcome home website updated!

I’ll check it more tomorrow but I’m very excited for how the story’s progressing :D

Went to the fair so have platonic DearDollops headcanons because they never leave my mind

Random idea but I like to think that the first time they saw each other after losing contact was for a birthday surprise

It was Eddie’s birthday, and Julie wanted to plan the best surprise ever, so she and Frank (who was extremely hesitant) decided to snoop through Eddie’s old photos to try and find something he liked besides mail stuff

They run into a high school photo of him and Daisey (or one of just Daisey tbh they pretty so either one works) and by some stroke of luck their contact info is in the back

Julie immediately assumed that they were old friends, while Frank probably assumed they were just a classmate that Eddie lost contact with. Julie was right lmao

As their surprise, they decide to invite Daisey to the neighborhood! They call and when Daisey answers, Julie immediately invites them to the neighborhood while Frank explained who they were and why they were contacting them

Me thinks Daisey is only heard at this point in time, we don’t see them besides the old photo of them in high school, adds excitement over seeing them again

Daisey’s very happy to come over, they lowkey imply they wanted to hear back from Eddie but they never got a callback, but overall are a good sport about it and decides to visit

Everyone’s nice (or as nice as they can be) for Eddie’s birthday party, it being pretty stereotypical party stuff but with a more Eddie vibe :3

Julie exclaims that she and Frank have a surprise, and to close his eyes and blow out his birthday candles to see it

Eddie’s both excited and confused, but does so because birthday candles are melting and he needs to blow them out

Daisey carefully walks behind him (being hidden mostly by the shadows), and gently places their hands on his shoulders once he’s done

I think they step out of the shadows to lean down and ask “what’d you wish for?” And they’re just the brightest thing ever. They’re so genuinely happy to be there it’s sickening /i

Eddie takes like 10 seconds to process before immediately tackling them into a hug. He’s talking very fast and is very shocked but all he can really do is hug them. Daisey just laughs and hugs him back tighter, it’s cute

Anyways they’re besties /real and you can’t convince me it didn’t take them like an hour to let go of each other

Safe to say Julie and Frank had the best surprise /hj

Unrelated to the whole thing about but! They got to the carnival together!

Daisey wins Eddie some prizes while Eddie manages to not lose and wins a few times

Eddie got a couple new plushies that he loves and is struggling to hold onto, while Daisey’s holding one scraggly looking plushie Eddie won for them and hugging it adoringly. They adore anything Eddie gets them, even if it looks diseased :)

They go on the smaller rides, but they both still get sick-

If there’s apple bobbing, I think Eddie absolutely dominates. Daisey can barely stay underwater for a second before drowning

They get snacks together me thinks- they share but Daisey sneaks a couple more from Eddie’s plate. Eddie knows and lets them

Raaaa face painting! They get matching hearts or flowers on their faces

Overall they have fun, they probably pass out as soon as they get home

I love these losers I’m losing it /j

EEEE I KNOW!! I've looked at the update a little bit, but I gotta drag out my laptop to get a good gander hehe!

Sobbing omg this is such a cute little story,, it would be an adorable oneshot or drabble,,

Frank and Julie, the duo ever! and in my mind Eddie's closest friends in the neighborhood. Mostly bc being friends with Frank means being friends with Julie XD whether you like it or not!

I imagine Eddie's birthday party has a Dedicated arts and crafts table(s). And stamp and envelope decorations with little hearts, it's all rainbow with extra purple bc it's his favorite color. His cake is decorated like a gift box you'd send in the mail XD with a mail address, stamp and all! Frank probably helped Poppy with the lettering <3

Carnival!! I personally think Eddie has good aim, but not with his bare hands. Like the water gun games he's great at, but ask him to throw a baseball and he's hitting the booth guy. or somehow hits himself 😭🤣

Eddie would display the plushies Daisey won for him in the post office and give them little uniforms 😭💕 They all have name tags and he cherishes them

Eddie and Daisey are motion sick besties <3 they're both leaning against each other as they stumble off the ride poor things XD

Eddie dominating any apple bobbing competition is so real. Apple bobbing is very southern to me, it's at every fair I've ever been to and at family parties! I'm awful at apple bobbing tho lmao

Eddie's the kinda guy who sees you stealing his fries and slides his plate closer to you so y'all can share <3

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

The Lair in the Woods: Part 10

A/N: I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, Y’ALL😭💜 Life’s been busy, but it’s all good stuff (okay well, not all of it but like 90% of it cause life is life and it’s not perfect😂) Good news: book 2 is published, formatting for book 3 is well under way, and I love the job I started around the time of my last update😎 Bad news: I have no idea what free time is anymore (hence my overall disappearance from social media aside from scheduled posts and the dramatic decline in my interactions on here and the actual hellsites)😵

Warnings: reference to being stalked, deception, reference to anxiety, reference to potential murder, hidden identity, some swearing…I think that’s it?? If I missed anything, please let me know😊

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Supervillain wiped their hands dry on a kitchen towel without much thought to the action. Their mind was too preoccupied by Civilian.

More specifically, speculations about who their stalker might be wholly consumed their mind until their phone buzzing on the counter broke their concentration. Setting the towel aside, Supervillain’s brows drew together as they read the caller ID.

“And here I thought I’d have to call you,” they said quietly.

“Yeah, well,” Hero said, “it’s considered professional courtesy to keep each other informed, so don’t get used to it because once we find Civilian Surname’s stalker, this ends and I go back to investigating you.”

Supervillain hummed. “Then I suppose we needn’t drag this out any longer, because I’d rather not get too close to one of the Agency’s pawns.”

They didn’t have to see Hero to know the look on their face. They’d seen it plenty enough times when they’d goaded them in the past—truth be told though, that felt like another lifetime now. Supervillain’s smirk only grew sharper at the tension in Hero’s voice when they replied.

“Very funny,” they said, “but I have better things to do with my time than investigate something so—”

Supervillain’s smirk fell. “Hero, we had an agreement, you said—”

“And there it is.” The Hero’s grin was irritatingly audible, causing Supervillain to clench their jaw as they could see the expression as clear as day in their mind. “We do have an agreement, which is why I’m calling you in the first place. I just hope reminding you that this is a partnership for Civilian’s sake isn’t going to be a recurring thing because I do have better things to do with my time that isn’t rubbing elbows with a wanted criminal.”

Supervillain let out the breath they’d been holding in an effort to stop themselves from snapping at Hero. “What did you find?”

“That’s better. So anyway, I formally adopted the case and took a look, but as far as I can tell, the police investigation is as thorough as it can be. Whoever Civlian’s stalker is, they’re either a professional or have a little extra help, maybe both. I’ve gotta ask,” Hero started, taking a breath, “who are they again?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Supervillain mumbled. Pinching the bridge of their nose, Supervillain turned around and leaned against the counter. Just as they went to respond, a shadow of movement caught their attention. Their eyes flicked toward the movement in time to see Civilian quietly slinking into the living room and sitting back down by the fire. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see what I can find and have Right Hand send you what they’ve dug up thus far.”

“Wait, what do you me—”

Supervillain didn’t let them finish, hanging up and shoving their phone in their pocket.

Making certain their footfalls were heavy enough that Civilian could hear them coming but soft enough that they wouldn’t startle them, Supervillain joined them, sitting in their favorite armchair and offering them a smile.

“Feeling better?”

Civilian met their gaze. “Yeah, actually. I think I am.” They paused, glancing about uncertainly. Nibbling on their lip, Civilian’s eyes slowly gravitated back toward them. “Was that your contact, in the city?”

“It was,” Supervillain nodded. “They told me that they’ve started looking into your case and confirmed that the investigation conducted by the local PD was at least thorough.”

Civilian bobbed their head, though their face remained unchanged. Supervillain studied them curiously.

“So what does that mean for me?”

“Well…” Supervillain began hesitantly, “maybe you could help me? Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your life, your routine, the people you know, things of that nature?”

Civilian drew their knees up to their chest and wrapped their arms around them. They still looked exhausted, but behind their eyes was a spark. Supervillain wondered if that meant they were ready to start fighting instead of trying to outrun their stalker.

If so, that was good.

Better than good, it was perfect, actually.

Already, a plan began to bloom in Supervillain’s mind as they asked about anything that could help shed a light to help guide their own investigation.

***

Hero stared at their phone with a frown. Whoever Civilian was, they’d certain changed Supervillain. But now they knew Supervillain didn’t know Civilian Surname. That as much was true.

That’s what I’m trying to figure out, they’d said, sounding just as confused and in the dark as Hero was.

Over and over again, their question and Supervillain’s unguarded response echoed in their head. But it wasn’t as simple as who was Civilian Surname. What really mattered was, how?

How did Civilian catch their stalker’s eye? What made their stalker drawn to them? Where had they first seen Civilian? And when had they chosen to stalk Civilian? How many times had they seen them before that decision was made?

The place they’d first seen or had been in contact with Civilian was perhaps the most important in Hero’s opinion. If they could just narrow it down to that, then maybe they could narrow down a list of suspects specific to that particular facet of Civilian’s life.

Shaking their head, Hero pulled their coat back on and grabbed their keys. They’d just barely have enough time to pick up some coffee before their meeting with Detective…and still be five minutes early like Detective liked. So help the fool that that showed up late. Hero learned that the hard way one time. It didn’t matter that they’d stopped Other Villain from melting Central Museum’s vault and stealing the Precious Artifact worth millions on the black market that could’ve funded their world domination plan, all Detective had cared about was the disrespect they’d shown them by being late.

And so began the vicious cycle of Detective returning the courtesy by making Hero’s job as difficult as possible for the next two weeks until Hero finally decided to show up an hour early and sat and waited for Detective outside their office to get a records release form signed.

Hero hadn’t thought Detective would come around after that, but as it turned out they were both spitefully petty.

Ever since then, they’d had one hell of a working relationship and tight-knit friendship.

“Well, well, well, look who’s early. I wish all my caped partners were as punctual.”

Hero pressed a hand to their chest in mock offense. “Detective, are you working with other heroes behind my back?”

“What can I say,” Detective sighed, taking the coffee Hero offered them, “someone’s got to do your grunt work and we all know that when Other Detective does the paperwork, it’s never admissible in court because they don’t do it right.”

“Vigilante case fell through again?” Hero sat on the edge of Detective’s desk as they resumed their seat.

Detective groaned in response. “Don’t even get me started. It’s like they want the case thrown out.”

“Have you ever wonder—”

“Every. Single. Time.” Detective’s face turned to stone. Their eyes withdrew, focusing on whatever internal thoughts were flitting through their head.

“Well Supervillain owes me a favor,” Hero said quickly, taking an innocuous sip of coffee.

“What?” Detective shot up and slammed their hands on their desk, nearly toppling over their coffee cup and the precarious stacks of paperwork scattered across their desk. “You mean Supervillain, the most ruthless criminal that’s always one step ahead of the law and probably has dossiers on all of us, owes you a favor because you promised to help their precious civilian?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

Detective rolled their eyes. “Wow. So, Supervillian gave away one of the most powerful chips in the caped community—no, the entire professional world regardless of profession—to the likes of you.” Detective plopped back down in their seat with a crooked smile. “This has got to be the worst week of their career!” Detective sobered, “Well, this and when Partner dropped off the face of the earth. That’s another one I can’t seem to find. It’s like they’re a ghost.”

Hero’s brows furrowed. They dropped their gaze to the floor. “They’re probably dead. I’ll bet all I have that Supervillain killed them and that’s why you can’t find a body. There probably isn’t one, if Supervillain’s reputation is anywhere near accurate.”

Detective threw their head back laughing.

“You’re probably right! There’s no way Supervillain would let someone, anyone, walk away. I guess you’ll just have to do a little digging for me while you’re working with them to catch Civilian’s stalker.”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises, Detective.”

“And that’s what I like about working with you,” they said, motioning for them to hand over the copies of Civilian’s files Hero had made up for them. “You don’t have a super-inflated ego or think that I’m somehow lesser than you just because I haven’t got a cape and mask and glowing hands or whatever.”

“Superhero again?”

“YES!” Detective burst, “If the media knew half the shit I do about them, they’d drag Supes through town square like they deserve.”

“Or I could make sure back up shows up a little late and they take a few more punches to the face from Other Supervillain?”

“I would love that,” Detective smiled, scanning the pages before them. “This is it? This is all we have to work with?”

Hero nodded. “Supervillain said they’d have Right Hand send over what they’ve got so far.”

“It’s a start, I guess,” Detective grumbled, “If we manage to find their stalker and bring them to justice, it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.”

Hero didn’t bother to agree. Whatever Supervillain was scheming in order to catch Civilian’s stalker, they only hoped it ended the whole affair sooner rather than later, like before anyone had a chance to connect the dots.

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Okay, we finally figured out how to post stuff on Tumblr!

Hello, hello. You are talking to the one and only. The sharpest blade and the deadliest paper cut in all of existence. The samurai from another dimension, tiny but mighty, the one and only-

Tori.

Hey, i was in the middle of my speech! Rude :(

The viewers don’t need to know all that hogwash, they just need to know our names and species. Hi, Im Fay, a Comfey, and this is my friend, Tori the Kartana.

Pffft, that’s so vanilla. You’re good at unkilling stuff but sure aren’t good at grand speeches.

Well, it gets the job done, doesn’t it? And now we’ve gotta say what we do!

Allow ME! Ahem. We’re a ragtag adventuring duo, traveling across time and space itself in search of the unknown! We’re both reaaaaally tiny, like really really tiny, but don’t underestimate us at all or you’ll get a whaBLAM full of surprise right! In! The! Face! >:D

We do make a fine duo, I must say! Tori protects me from hostiles with his insane ability to cut through anything, and I mean anything, he can even cut a hole in space and time for us to travel through. And I fix him up when he’s on low, kind of like his little assistant healer :)

Exactly, your ability to unkill stuff is amazing, and my ability to kill stuff is also amazing, so amazing plus amazing equals ultra turbo amazing and so we are AMAZING.

Tori, for the millionth time I told you it’s not “unkill”, I heal injuries and alleviate pain, making sure pokemon, especially YOU, don’t die.

Whatever. Unkill sounds way better. Unkill, unkill, unkill. See, it rolls off my tongue. Which is even more epic since my tongue is nonexistent but the words still manage to roll off it anyway.

(OOC under the cut):

hey! mod here, this is a fun little sideblog for my kartana-comfey duo for which i will be posting little updates from time to time, kind of like an adventure blog.

yes they shoot across time and space engaging in chaotic, thrilling, adventurous shenanigans, from fun little field/exploration trips in the busiest cities of Kalos to near death experiences in the deepest depths of the enigmatic Area Zero. they’re that type of “no-matter-how-certain-death-is-for-them-they’ll-find-their-own-stupid-way-to-wriggle-out-of-it” kind of duo.

please keep in mind that this blog will contain:

mild to moderate depictions of cartoon violence / violence

near-death experiences

descriptions / depictions of trauma

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mild to moderate gore, though that’s very rare and i always try to keep it on the light side.

if you ask specifically enough, disturbing depictions of body horror/disfiguration BUT THATS ONLY VERY SPECIFICALLY. it’s backstory related btw

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SLTF @ great crater - Tori and Fay’s adventures in the Great Crater of Paldea.

SLTF @ max lair - Tori and Fay’s adventures in Crown Tundra’s Max Lair.

that’s it, i hope these two entertain you as much as they do me!

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hey, I'm sorry this is just a question: I'm (we're?) questioning of being part of a system for like..a few years but I'm..not so sure what's triggering me to show up (I'm clearly not the host).I just want to know if it's a common feeling of not being "in my body". Like I don't recognize it and I suddenly start noticing things that maybe before I didn't mind (example: chest.) and acting in ways I didn't before (even the act of typing in a certain way feels way to out of character for me and a friend noticed it too)...But the problem is the amnesia. I have trouble remembering things but most of the time I remember what I was doing before I show up.So yeah..Is this also a sign of switching? Like. Does it just occur the sensation of feeling out of place? Or there should be something more?

Hi! Switching can look vastly different from system to system, and even different headmates in the same system might experience switches differently! Not every system has blackouts or jumps in time… even those with dissociative disorders may find that they don’t experience blackouts often, if at all!

Our host can often remember events that happened when he wasn’t in front, and we have a few other members who can remember things that happen when they’re not fronting too! Usually, though, those memories are hazy/foggy, unclear, missing information, or appear as facts or feelings without any sensations tied to them. Often they can even feel like movie clips, stories, or events that were told by someone else, rather than actual memories. Does that make sense?

When it comes to disconnection and dissociation, it’s very common for headmates to feel like their physical body isn’t their own, to catch themselves behaving in certain ways that feel uncharacteristic for them, and generally feel like they can’t recognize themself, their actions, or even their surroundings! We certainly know this happens to us quite often - nearly every member in our system has caught themself feeling cut off or disconnected from our body or mannerisms from time to time.

If this disconnection it depersonalization is bothering or distressing you, therapy could probably help! We also have a resource list with information on both depersonalization and derealization - maybe something there could be useful for you?

We hope this helps! Our apologies if we misunderstood any aspect of your question here. Feel free to reach out again if you need any more info or some clarification! We are happy to go into more detail on our switches and what switching looks like for our system if needed.

🌷 Corrie and 👻 Ghost

[tweed-tune-on-friday]

Big announcement for my blog [plus updates and boundaries]

Hello Everyone this week has been a fantastic week for me I recently got a new pet (a hamster and her name is Dakota) I am so freaking happy right now I could scream and I have a four-day weekend so go me it’s just been an amazing year for me. I’m not here to gloat or anything so I’m just going to get into it this post is just to restate my boundaries and inform the people who follow me what’s going to happen moving forward with this blog I’m also feeling a lot about myself I am now a multifandom person. I love all Fandoms, but the phantoms I’m primarily in are

Wh/welcome home 

Tadc/the amazing digital circus 

Tbg/the bad guys 

Clh/captain Lazerhawk 

Basic info

Name: tweed/mrs tune [i’m not comfortable giving my name out For privacy reasons]

Age: 14 [keep your fucking kinks away from me pls]

pronouns: She/her/them/their

Sexuality: bisexual[huge preference for women]and aroace

Race: African-American/Puerto Rican

Boundaries Update 

#1: OK, so first I’m just going to say that please don’t expect to me to post that often. I’m currently dealing with school in my personal life. I am happy to post.  I am always happy to post on here but please don’t force me to post and don’t bombard me on TikTok or any other social media or spam like me you will get immediately blocked. 

#2: And secondly, I want to let everybody know this is a safe place for all ages. This is also a Safeplace for the LGBTQ plus any bigotry racism, homophobia transphobia, or any hate directed towards the LGBTQ community is not welcomed on my page if you are any of these do not interact with me at all and stay far the fuck away

#3: Thirdly I have made a conscious decision that I am not ok with repost unless I am properly credited unless you ask my permission or credit me properly then you may not repost my artwork. I am OK with reblogs since they actually link you to the original artist I can’t stress this enough. I hate when I see reposted art that clearly says do not repost. It’s frustrating and it’s even more frustrating when you confront the person in the act, rude and entitled, and all you have to do is just properly credit the artist it’s not that hard oh, and if I find out that you reposted my art without my permission or you didn’t properly credit me I will confront you and ask you to take down the post. If you do not I will report you you only get one warning.

#4: Fourthly I don’t do commissions, request, or trade, due to the fact that I don’t have a stable bank account where I could put that money for commissions or our trades. Secondly, I unfortunately don’t do request I just like drawing and doodling my own little characters, so please don’t ask me to draw your OCs it’s just weird if I don’t know you like that or or you’re not one of my moots .It makes me feel uncomfortable if you ask I’ll just ignore you and if you keep repeatedly asking I will block you.

Now here are the dues and don’ts and rules

Can interact pls

#1: multifandom people

#2: in LGBTQ

#3: bisexual people

#4: animal lovers 

#4:foodies 

#5: non-toxic people

#6: people who don’t support bad things happening to other people

#7: neurodivergent people

#8: extrovert and introvert

#9: funny blogs

#10: horror fans

#11: Furrys and cosplayers

Basic Dni

#1: homophobe

#2: transphobic

#3: bigots and racist 

#4: adult blogs

#5: young audiences

#6: pedophiles/groomers

#7: proship’s, or pro shippers

#8: Wally x Julie fans (I don’t like the ship that much unfortunately and I am a wallaby shipper no hate )

#9: toxic people in fandom

#10: Animal abusers

Starting off strong with the next one what I’m not comfortable with

Uncomfortable with

#1: OK, so with that out of the way I just wanted to say I am not comfortable with my OCs specifically my child OCs or comfort characters being sexualized or use without my permission please ask before you do anything with my comfort OCs anddon’t claim they’re yours. It makes me uncomfortable and it’s extremely rude and disrespectful to me if you’re going to use my comfort OCs just ask for permission

#2: sexualizing me I am a minor and it makes me uncomfortable for obvious reasons. I’ve already stated my age in my bio. I will happily report you if I feel like you are doing anything inappropriate on my blog just don’t do anything weird 

#3: claiming to be my moots when you don’t know me or for me it’s weird you only become my mood when you follow me and I actually know who you are either in real life or you respect my boundaries  oh so please don’t privately DM me if I don’t know you like that or you’re not one of my moots I’ll 10 times out of 10. Ignore you. 

 Comfortable with

#1: NSFW art it’s OK but I just don’t do it on my account

#2: fanart of my OCs if you’re going to make fanart of my OCs just tag me so I can see and I appreciate it a lot just don’t claim my OCs are yours

#3: all of my boundaries being respected I don’t ask for much is just please respect my boundaries and be nice to people. This is a safe place for everyone [excluding the Dni list this is not a Safeplace for you ] we won’t have any issues if you just respect my boundaries and what I am comfortable with and not comfortable with that’s all I have to say bye

Bye and don’t be an asshole to people







[webslingingslasher]

babe i’m here to vent (it’s gonna be more of an update rant even tho i can’t update u if never gave u any info in the first place)

- so at the beginning of the school year i had a crush on this guy—whom we shall call blueberry—but he’s only in one of my classes and i don’t rlly know much about him other than his major and insta. so one day i see he has a NGL on his story and i show my friends, who then try to get me to say i have a crush on him bc it’s anonymous and he wouldn’t know but as we all may guess, i’m a coward. my friend ended up saying “one of her friends has a crush on you” to which he proceeded to answer with something along the lines of “i don’t really care about relationships and stuff like that at the moment” so i was like okay, that’s fine it’s just a silly schoolgirl crush anyway UNTIL THIS GUY LITERALLY PULLS UP WITH A WHOLE GIRLFRIEND TWO DAYS LATER.

- To nobody’s surprise, i was wrong and it wasn’t a silly crush bc i was quite devastated for a bit after but i’ve now recovered from that boy.

- But,

Now I have a new crush. And he’s a walking green flag. We’ll call him airplane. Airplane, blueberry, and two of my friends are all in the year above me and my other friend keeps saying that airplane is more likely to date the one in the year above me (who also finds him cute) because they’re in the same year (which tbh kinda makes me feel bad abt myself but that’s a different story).

- Some info abt airplane: he’s hella cute, tall, incredibly kind, funny and he’s in film. FILM. LIKE????

- Anyway, a couple days ago i was with my two friends and airplane and we were all joking around but one of them had to leave and a couple minutes later the other one did too which left me alone with him and he just kept joking around around, keeping the same conversation from earlier going. after some time, he had to go to the restroom and i waited for him but i had to leave at one point so i left him a note:

hey,

i’m sorry i had to go but i didn’t want to just leave without saying bye. thank you for the jokes, had a great time.

and i put my name on it but everyone’s telling me i should’ve put my number on it too but as i mentioned earlier—IM A COWARD😭

so that’s my life rn 🤭

-🥝

blueberry: he does anoymous question links. and he's a regular human. not even famous. he's just talking to himself. flexing he doesn't want a relationship bc he thinks it makes girls want him more? we commend the coward in you.

airplane:

girl 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

if you don't TRY he rlly will date the girl in his same year 😭😭😭 can u find him on insta and slide in orrrr... cause, like, bestie, that note sounded like a friendzone 😭😭 didn't even tell the man goodbye - i'm screaming😭😭😭😭

[bumblebeerror]

For the record, I have these steps to radically improving preformance besides this, if you don’t know much abt computers in general.

1) disable all startup apps. Yes even the ones you know you’ll use. It’ll frankly be faster to open them one by one once your desktop loads.

2) run a disc cleaner. Ccleaner is the one I use and it’s free. The paid version just allows you to customize and turn off startup apps (we already did that in step 1 tho) so you don’t need it. It cleans up all the trackers in your browser and various stray files you accrue when running programs.

3) UPDATE. YOUR. COMPUTER. I cannot tell you how many times my mom has looked at me and said her computer is freezing up and running updates fixed it. Windows automatically finds driver updates and such for you as well in your updates menus, so if it’s giving you an issue go through them and update everything.

4) Firefox. It stores your passwords and auto fill info and doesn’t steal your data. Removing cookies or trackers from Firefox browsers doesn’t effect this functionality, so you don’t have to be careful of what trackers you dump. It also has extensions for just about everything and they’re easy as shit to use and download, plus a bunch of custom themes. I run adblock, dyslexie (extension that turns every font block it can to the dyslexie font which is easier to read), and forced dark mode, myself. Along with dashboard unfucker via tampermonkey.

5) an addendum to the above: ADBLOCKER. I know some people are still getting ads on YT and twitch even thru adblock, and that sucks. But so many sites use so many ads that it’s highly likely that the ads themselves are what’s causing the drag in performance.

6) try turning it off and on again. It’s not really harmful to computers to leave them on all the time, but sometimes files or programs can corrupt or glitch, and oftentimes closing the program and reopening it is the easiest way to help performance. Going for a full restart just ensures every program running gets closed, which is handy if you don’t know which one is fucking up. If you do, you can always use task manager to end the process, and reopening the program should have the same effect if it’s the right one.

7) if none of the above works, you may actually have an overheating issue. For laptops there’s not much to do for that, unfortunately. The best way I’ve found is to use the laptop on hard surfaces like lap desks or tables only, and on really hot days I’ll sometimes wrap a freezable cold pack, the sealed hard plastic ones for lunchboxes, in a towel and place my laptop on the towel. It doesn’t help much but it keeps that old girl going.

i thought my laptop was on its last leg because it was running at six billion degrees and using 100% disk space at all times and then i turned off shadows and some other windows effects and it was immediately cured. i just did the same to my roommate's computer and its performance issues were also immediately cured. okay. i guess.

so i guess if you have creaky freezy windows 10/11 try searching "advanced system settings", go to performance settings, and uncheck "show shadows under windows" and anything else you don't want. hope that helps someone else.

[dogs-post]

Best Places to Buy French Bulldogs Near Me 🐾✨

okay, so you’ve fallen in love with those big eyes, those squishy lil’ faces, and those adorably stubby legs. same.

now you're googling: “best places to buy French Bulldogs near me” like it’s your job.

and let’s be honest: it kinda is. this is a LIFE DECISION. you’re about to adopt your snorting soulmate. 💞

First things first: not all listings are ✨vibes✨

some “breeders” out there are sketchy. shady. nope-y. but don’t worry — you don’t have to scroll through chaotic Craigslist posts or weird forums anymore.

let me introduce you to your new fave site: 👉 French Bull Dog

yes, that's the name. yes, it’s legit. yes, it has ALL the French Bulldog puppies near me for sale in one place.

Why go local when buying a Frenchie?

✿ meet the pup before adopting ✿ peep the living conditions ✿ ask all the nosy dog-parent questions ✿ skip the sketchy shipping & surprise vet bills

Basically, searching French Bulldog puppies near me is the equivalent of swiping right on someone who actually gets you. 👀

What to expect on the site?

✅ legit breeders ✅ vaccinated, adorable Frenchie puppies ✅ updated pics (no blurry potato shots here) ✅ honest info (temperament, age, sass level, etc.) ✅ fast replies from real humans (not robots)

like imagine scrolling through pages of tiny bat-eared angels and actually knowing they’re well taken care of. heaven.

Questions you should definitely ask a breeder:

is the puppy socialized with hoomans?

can i meet the parents (the dog ones, not yours)?

has this squish been vet-checked?

do they snore loudly? (just kidding… kind of.)

tl;dr

your dream French Bulldog for sale is probs like 15 minutes away, snuggling a blanket, waiting to come home with you.

stop scrolling. start browsing. cry a little when you find the one.

✨ browse now: French Bulldog Puppies Near Me For Sale ✨

[lcngliive]

Was that [DYLAN WANG]? Oh no no, that was just [LAN SIZHUI], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE UNTAMED]. They are [NINETEEN] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

he’s been here for a little over two years now. 

what is your character’s job

he’s studying politics at university and has a part time job in a cafe near his apartment. 

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

from the end of the books/show. 

has any magic affected your character

nope! 

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

finally thought it was time that i posted a fully updated intro for sizhui now that he’s aware and that he remembers everything about his past.  sizhui is currently unaware so this info is still relevant but I'll put a lil section abt his unaware life down below!

this is my son, the light of my life, a whole baby aka lan sizhui! 

he’s been living in washington dc for two years and the first year he basically spent being unaware of his life and has only just remembered at the beginning of this year and only remembered his past just recently. 

he is a junior disciple of the lan clan and one of the most level headed of his friends, who were all pretty much prone to anger and making quick decisions without thinking them through. 

he’s a lan by name, but he is a member of the wen clan by birth, his cousins are wen qing and wen ning. 

he was born wen yuan. 

he was a small child during everything that happened with the wen clan and all of the other clans and was one of the many of his clan who went to the burial mounds. 

after everything happened and the dust settled, he was left behind in the burial mounds, hoping it would keep him safe but he just grew sick, and that was where lan wangji found him and took him to cloud recesses. 

the illness caused him to forget most of his past and he lost his memories of his family, which didn’t return until years later. 

he currently remembers everything, so basically everything from the burial mounds and everything from his life after that.

he grew up looking up to wangji as a father figure and often calls him dad when they’re in private and would prob call him that around people he trusts, like the other juniors, xichen, wei wuxian, wen ning and wen qing, but to other’s he just calls him huangang jun for formalities. 

 he’s a very chill person and will help out anyone that he can, but will also call u out on ur bullshit lmao. but basically he’s a baby and i love him

here in dc

since sizhui is currently unaware - he thinks that he's moved away from his parent's home, and is currently studying to go into something relating to politics - one of his dads is the deputy mayor back home and his other dad is a lawyer - so helping people is what he wants to do.

currently, he doesn't believe that he's anyone other than a kid going to university trying to make the world a better place.

he’s now aware & remembers everything about his life back home, compared to when he first remembered everything and he didn’t remember anything about his past. 

he’s now reunited with his family and his friends.

he’s still currently doing his classes and working part-time, like he was before when he was unaware.

possible wanted connections:

some friends: he does have friends, but some more friends would be good! he rlly is the mom friend, they can be some friends from when he was unaware too.

classmates: some friends, rivals or even people who don’t like him and vice versa, he’s a p chill person so some shit like that would be cool???

exes: unaware sizhui def has a few exes, they can be things that have left off on good terms or on bad terms???? i’m down to vibe 

potential relationship: this would be something slowburn??? bc he’s not really sure what sort of thing he wants from anything like that, he’s never really experienced much in his life? so kinda open to anyone being the vibe bc my son hasn’t experienced shit like this before? tho leaning towards him being gay - but still open for vibes.

someone in politics to maybe give him an apprenticeship or some sort of work experience ???? since he's studying politics, i think it would be good for him to have someone kind of mentor him and take him under their wing sort of thing ????? so potentially someone in the senate or in the white house idk ?? down to plot things out !

[kiyomigreen]

🪞JOURNAL IDEAS🪞

(common and un-common, witchy & non-witchy)

(i’ve been struggling with finding new ideas for journals so i’ve compiled a list, hopefully this helps some of you fill those empty journals that i know are lying around <3)

➺ divination - tarot cards, oracle cards, pendulum, etc.

➺ dream journal - sleep tracker, dream entries, etc.

➺ astrology journal - horoscopes, birth charts, etc.

➺ plant journal - track watering schedule, plant correspondences, etc.

➺ occurrence journal - keep track of the things that happen to you & others, etc.

➺ body/self love journal - period tracker, meditation tracker, affirmations, etc.

➺ grimoire - for witches, or anyone interested in witchcraft. a place to keep sacred info. moon phases, herb correspondences, sabbats, etc.

➺ gratitude journal - a great way to cultivate a spirit of positivity and appreciation.

➺ blank journal - a journal with no theme, therefor the pages have endless possibilities.

➺ artistic journal - being an artist not required. draw anything in any style. it’s for your eyes only

➺ food journal - record recipes, favorite restaurants (pls be careful using food journals for those who struggle with eating disorders)

➺ book/reading journal - record when you read, what you read, and the thoughts you have during & after.

➺ personal junk journal - a way for those going through a rough time to release negative energy. a freeing way to cope while also getting stress off of your chest in one organized place.

➺ productivity journal - an amazing tool used to gain confidence when you set attainable and curated goals/to-do’s for yourself.

➺ finance journal - for those who have a hard time budgeting money (like me) or for people who like to keep track of the products & prices of things they buy for tax purposes.

➺ picture journal - a journal solely filled with pictures. use pictures of loved ones, pets, nature, etc. anything that you value.

➺ beauty journal - fill it with your favorite makeup/skin care products, self care routines, beautiful people you admire/love (but not people you envy! if that makes sense. we don’t want to compare ourselves, just to appreciate the beauty.)

➺ pet journal - a journal just for your pet! (much like a baby book) record firsts, milestones, save a little piece of fur, or a whisker, and gush about how much you love them. you’ll cherish it once they’ve passed <3

➺ favorite’s/about me journal - write down all of your favorite things (movies, shows, games, food, etc.) and write about yourself in depth. it’ll be fun to come back & look at how you & your personality have changed.

➺ favorite people journal - record all of your favorite people and the reasons why they’re your favorite. list your favorite features, quirks, etc. about them and keep adding to them over time! maybe even have them sign it, or draw a little picture on their page? also a great way to remember/honor someone when they’ve passed.

➺ music journal - if you’re a music lover like me you have hundreds of favorite songs, and a lot of those songs don’t fit into the current playlists you have. this is a perfect way to keep track of old songs/songs you might forget, and also a cool way to share new music with people!!

➺ hobbies journal - keep track of your hobbies and interests and record the dates. over the years it will be interesting to see hobbies you’ve kept and those you’ve tried.

i’ll update this if i can think of more!! <3 love u babies