#thought I'd try my hand at this

[saltwukong]

[glacierruler]

Remus: I have thots Patton: And I have opinions

[lost-in-the-dreamscape]

A few months have passed now since everyone had suddenly remembered the lives they lived before this one. When it all started, it was like a jolt of electricity, the memories shooting through the veins directly to the brain. There was nobody I knew who hadn't felt this strange phenomenon of recollection. My parents felt it, my friend two doors down the road came running to my front porch when she felt it. The news stations bursted with people telling their stories of these memories. However, nobody had any explanation for it. Scientists tried to claim it was some sort of mass hallucination residing in their cities caused by the climate, but were quickly shut down when the entire world claimed the same thing. Many tried to blame social media or government conspiracies, but those blaming it had felt it too.

Now, it's just become a common topic for people to discuss, like asking someone their favorite color or taste in music. Most people answer the same; some sort of farmers of fields of crops or livestock, some people recall running a small bakery or jewelry store, some even remembered they were rich lords in their past lives. It all sounded like they were living in a fantasy.

As for me, unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

When my memories were somehow brought back to me, it wasn't milking cows waiting for the right time to harvest for the fall. It wasn't living comfortably surrounded by riches or raising a family in a peaceful village that I called home. What I remember is a damp, dark cell of cold stone. Through a small hole in the ceiling dripped a muddy, brown water that pooled in the corner. It was disgusting and burned my tongue, but was the only thing I could drink. I remember my claws scratching at the rough walls and ripping out the moss that grew between the bricks to stuff into my mouth, filled with sharp teeth that were meant for meat instead of the tiny leaves that grew around me. The only food I could eat to survive. My stomach ached and made sounds that would keep me up at night.

But worst of it all, I remember the jingling of keys that would come down the hallway I couldn't see. The clinking of metal boots on the floor as the wicked ones approached me, tapping their steel blades against the rusted bars that held me back from ripping them apart. They held their torches high as they laughed at me. Low growls would escape my throat in retaliation, yet I still felt powerless. Something had been stripped away from me, an organ in my throat that once held the power of mighty flames that would scorch any knight who would come to claim my head before. And they laughed. Instead of killing me, they mocked me and threw their rotten leftovers at me. I had to eat what I was given, or I wouldn't make it another day. They watched as I struggled and gagged. And they laughed. They tore the wings from my back, they took my freedom from me when all I wanted was to defend my life. They sent an army out for my head, but decided this would be better. To keep me in a tiny cage and make me their pet. Clipped the spines off my tail, made me into a big joke. And they laughed. And they laughed. And they laughed…

"So, what was your past life like? I bet you were something cool like a knight!" My little brother giggled, playing with the braid in my hair as we sat on the couch together watching TV.

"Just a common life, honestly boring." I replied. Probably the biggest lie of the century.

Everyone suddenly remembers their past lives. You’re doing everything you can to lie about who you were before. “just a common life, honestly boring.”- probably the biggest lie of the century.

[wrathyforest]

I wasn't in a mood for drawing, BUT I SWEAR THESE DUDES--- Teng Chunpeng and Zhu Hanbin's recent performance >:")

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[nyssasatelier]

"All you gotta do is not open this Bag!"

"Sounds too easy, what's the catch?"

"HA HA HA"

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!"

"Never really know who you can trust!"

[ryssbelle]

Broppy and Brozone but they're peoples

[fheythfully]

3.9.24 "The Exhibit of Eorzea's Warrior of Light"

[musette22]

I think I actually just finished a Stucky fic? The first one in over a year, holy shit 😭 I was getting worried I couldn't do it anymore, so it feels really good to prove myself wrong, if nothing else 🥹

[glitchy-npc]

The window.

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter — Short Story Translation

A short, sweet, and comedic tale about the Mukami brothers being supportive siblings… and nearly committing accidental fratricide in the process. Meanwhile, Yui watches with increasing concern as the disaster unfolds.

Please refrain from using or reposting the translation anywhere without my permission.

[Note: The story is written in Yui's POV.]

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"Uh...something's wrong..."

Kou-kun groaned as he stared down at the pot.

"Should I help after all?"

"Eve, you mustn't get involved...okay? Just quietly watch over us."

Even though he said that, an increasingly terrible smell was spreading throughout the kitchen. Despite being told not to interfere, I was starting to get a bit worried.

"Maybe it needs some sugar-chan!?"

"Ah!!"

Before I could stop him, Yuma-kun dumped several sugar cubes into the pot, filling the room with a foul stench. I felt a sense of despair.

The whole mess had started when Ruki-kun injured his hand.

"Ruki-kun always cooks for us, so let's all pitch in today!"

And so, Kou-kun's plan of making dinner ended up as disastrously as I had feared.

"...This is...?"

"Well... It's supposed to be curry..."

Kou-kun glanced at me as if pleading for help. When I looked at Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun, they averted their eyes. In short, something horrible had been created. Its color was... to put it nicely, pitch black. After tasting it, Yuma-kun commented nonsensically that it was "bittersweetsalty". Dubbed "Mukami Brothers' Style Curry" it had transformed into a mysterious substance resembling anything but curry. Just by looking at it, anyone would instantly recognize it as inedible.

Yet, Ruki-kun was peering at the plates lined up on the table with a happy look on his face.

"Maybe it's better if we don't eat this..."

In spite of Kou-kun's uneasiness, Ruki-kun scooped up the substance with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.

". . ."

"It's disgusting."

We all shared the same fear. That even though he's immortal, Ruki-kun might die from this.

Despite his words, Ruki-kun's expression suddenly relaxed. We stared at him in amazement.

"R-Ruki-kun...!!"

"Ruki..."

"Ruki...! Damn it! Yer such a...!"

The three brothers, seemingly drained, collapsed to their knees on the spot. Ruki-kun simply watched them in silence as he continued to eat.

And then, afterwards—Ruki-kun was bedridden for three days and nights. Even though Vampires aren't supposed to get sick...

Seeing this, his brothers made a firm vow to themselves. They would never try to cook again.

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[oddlittlestories]

House's Head: Reprise.

[nuggetsii]

Random sketchy portrait of a cardassian girl

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

wanna ask how you feel about the eridan bpd headcanon/theory(?? not sure what to call it!) you're so good at your character analysis and i'd love to see your outlook on it

Since I don't have a degree or any formal training in psychology, I feel deeply uncomfortable diagnosing characters. I've made an autism joke before but only because I'm on the spectrum. He's definitely traumatized and anxious, but I mean those as descriptors of his behavior rather than capital-D Diagnoses. I try to focus on those when I can - the cause and effect of cognition, self-image, and behavior - and those factors may very well match up with DSM criteria, but I try not to touch an actual diagnosis with a ten foot pole unless the author has explicitly stated that X character has Y condition.

[beautywithin16]

Nine x Rose AU: On the anniversary of the last time she saw the Doctor, Rose returns to Bad Wolf Bay and sees a familar face.