#too ig

[theofficialuriel]

girls when they bring out the dark and gloomy protagonist who is actually the most optimistic character in the cast

[waokevale]

Starvetober Day 6 and 7 – Season | Curse

With season I naturally chose my favorite (irl, in game it's alright ig)

The other one is Wormie about to become his Triumphant self (Or for those who know, a small ref to my fic)

[crow2222]

Darry getting the TLC and hugs he deserves (which is a crap ton )

he deserves it all!

WC; 1,371 words

It wasn't a physical sickness he was feeling. Not at least to his knowledge. He'd checked his temperature multiple times, and heaved infront of the toilet, but nothing seemed to help treat the illness he felt plaguing his body.

That specific day was a Sunday, and fortunately, a day off both jobs. He took the spare time he planned to use to clean the house, to stay in bed as long as possible, all day even, if he could manage it.

His room had dirty clothes thrown carelessly all around, a muddy sock even held up by his bedside lamp, (he forgot to put on his shoes one morning, his ailment has been progressively gotten worse and worse until this point.) His small trash bin overfilled with old papers and wrappers from protein bars he'd scarf down before his stomach got too upset.

Dust could be seen floating around through the small crack in the blinds. Light shined in softly, telling Darry it was way past the hour he'd be up and at 'em already, but he didn't care.

Maybe if he stayed in bed long enough without a care in the world, his covers would just swallow him up whole, his feelings getting justified as it happens.

That thought reverberated in his head as everything went dark; his eyelids were too heavy to keep open.

...

"Pony? What're you doin' making the breakfast?"

"Darry's still asleep, I think. If I didn't do it, we'd starve."

Sodapop chuckled as he snuck up behind his brother, taking a peak of how he started the sunny-side up eggs alongside the bacon for Darry's sandwich. Soda had just gotten out of his bed, too afraid to check how bad his bed hair was, but none of the guys stayed over the night, which gave him a couple more minutes before he'd have to look presentable for an audience.

Ponyboy on the other hand, was already in a clean shirt and jeans, his hair nicely slicked back with grease. His hair was getting real long, to the point that Sodapop considered teasing him about it.

"Wake him up, would ya? He'd be all pissy if he let himself sleep so long.. that, and he wouldn't want to eat all this cold, now would he?"

With a shake of his head at his younger brother's colorful vocabulary, Sodapop followed his orders, and headed to Darry's room.

What hit him first was how dark it was in there, and when he flipped the switch on, Darry yelled at him to turn it off.

"Cripes! Why'd you have to go and do that for?" The older man whined, lazily pulling an arm over his eyes to block out the blinding light.

Another click went by without a word from Soda, and he neared Darry's bed. He had to step over random shirts and objects on the floor to avoid slipping and snapping his neck. Since when was his older brother so messy? He hadn't entered the room for a week, and it'd become a downright pigsty in that short amount of time!

Then, he was right above his brother, who by then had moved his arm off his face, and was staring off into space. Eerily similarly to Ponyboy, but it happened much quicker than his did.

"Darry.. do you feel alright?" His hands reached out to feel his forehead almost instantly, but pulled away once he noticed Darry had no fever of the sort, despite the sick look he had on his face. Eye-bags hung below his dull blue eyes, his hair was greasy from being unwashed, and his lips were chapped as if he was a dehydrated man stranded in the desert.

No response.

But what he didn't know, was that Darry could hear him, but it was all noise. Maybe he should've known what the words meant, he should've; but they didn't make a single lick of sense in his head. He made the conscious decision not to respond, how could he? His throat was scratchy and he doubted anything that would come out of his mouth would make sense.

Sensing it was a pointless game to try and get anything out of his older brother, Sodapop went back to the kitchen, quite frankly shocked. The silence following the footsteps scared Ponyboy, so he looked up, watching as Sodapop threw himself onto a chair by the table.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Darry."

The younger boy didn't push. Just waited, letting his older brother collect his thoughts and form them into words. (something Darry often didn't let him do)

"He's sick or somethin'. He's acting real funny Pony." He bit his tongue, refusing to let the "real funny like you" slip from in between his teeth.

Ponyboy let the words sink in as he assembled the sandwich for the very brother they were talking about. He wasn't going to let his efforts go to vain.

"Let's go pay him a visit then." He held up the plated breakfast, and strolled over to the closed room, his own food long forgotten. Sodapop was right behind him, thermometer in his hand, with a fear that he guessed wrong and he really did have a fever.

The handle creaked as Pony pressed it down, Darry refused to fix it, deeming his room as something he could leave to rot, but the rest of the house had to be squeaky clean. That was very evident as both of the brothers looked around the room, really taking in how dirty it all was. It wasn't a word that would be associated with Darry often.

A low sigh could be heard from the eldest Curtis and the other two came up to his bed, Sodapop sitting by his legs and Ponyboy standing towering above his face, plate in hand.

"The breads toasted!" He handed it over to his brother, but when he made no move to grab it, Ponyboy set it down on his nightstand, narrowly missing placing it on his watch.

"Darry, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, is there something up?"

Tears prickled at his eyes as his eyes darted from one brother to the other, as he suddenly felt overwhelmed. (It wasn't sudden, but he'd been able to ignore it before then.)

His brothers, both concerned, climbed up into the bed, squishing him in between them both. He felt cornered, choked, it was like brain went short circuit as he once again heard the noise, which he had to imagine was his brothers asking him what was wrong, once again.

"I don't know!" He garbled out, but to his amazement, his brothers understood. He wanted them off, to leave him, let him wallow in his misery.

But they didn't do any of that.

Instead, arms reached from both sides, one pair hugging his bicep, and another squeezed his entire body.

He wanted to tell them to knock it off, maybe knock their heads together too while he's at it, but he couldn't. Then, he noticed that the ache that had been persistent throughout his body for days now, seemed a little less.

His own arms brought free from the hold he was in, and wrapped them around the two bodies around him.

Warmth, coming to him when he thought he'd never have it again.

Brothers, who didn't have a single clue of how much this meant to him. (They knew. Of course they did.)

Tears spilled over, rolling down his face as he kept the last of his family in his arms. This action once being to keep them from harm, now kept him grounded. They were safe, that was his duty. Why is he trying to give it all up when they're still here, needing guidance and protection?

He could feel himself succumb to his exhaustion, but for the first time in months, he knew he'd wake up well rested.

..

Under his arms, he felt the rise of Darry's chest even out from his earlier erratic breathing, until it steady. He should've let go, and eat his breakfast that was waiting on the table, but he didn't. He had to stay, and Ponyboy seemed to think the exact same thing.

So they did just that,

falling asleep mere minutes after Darry.

[ballpitbee]

The SLC undead get dressed up for halloween <3

[pippinscribs]

netflix look at what you had

[halo2rat]

[noahluchas]

and pt version as well

[hwangbastard69]

Dr. Knives Saverem, neurosurgeon

(call that million scalpels badun tss) original AU is by falubite on IG/tiktok ♥️

[capricioussun]

Been a minute, but I found the note and finished it up a bit. These guys are still very new and subject to change as I get a better feel for them

Off brands

Okay, starting with the initial group mentioned: the three papyruses.

Castor (Fell Papyrus) - outwardly comes across cold and harsh, tends to keep to himself and avoids socializing, short temper for getting annoyed but pretty hard to genuinely piss off. Won't talk about his AU to anyone but Calcine, anything relating to his brother is a very sore spot.

7'2, for piercings, has a nasal ridge bar, one horizontal brow bone, and one teardrop, both on the left side. Has rings down each outer ledge of his scapula, sometimes laces ribbon through them. For "tattoos" (etchings w/ stain), he has stars scattered on the right side of his skull, oleander flowers on his left shoulder, and a bat across his inner sacrum where it meets the lumbar spine (possibly others, yet to be determined).

Has significant scarring, though maybe not as much as Edge. Candy apple red magic with hints of purple. Ringed eyelights that aren't prone to changing shape very often, but when extremely angry, pin dots appear in the center of the rings.

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Calcine (Tale Papyrus) - outwardly comes across very similar to canon Papyrus, but almost like it's a stage role he’s forgetting the lines to. Slightly calmer and less whimsical/humorous, more prone to apparent anxiety, but tries very hard to act as "normal" (when compared to canon Papyrus) as possible. Won't discuss what wound him up here, but will happily talk about his AU prior. It sounds like...undertale.

6'5, the bones of his entire body up until his skull are burnt, permanently charred, but he makes no effort to hide this. Might have eyelights...? Sometimes it appears there is light coming from deeper within his skull but he makes an effort to prevent others from seeing this. Blue magic.

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Anthias (Swap Papyrus) - outwardly seems a bit quiet and distracted, but otherwise generally friendly. Laid back and tries to keep calm no matter the situation, despite often times those around him being more prone to panicking and ignoring him. Will talk vaguely about his brother and a few others from his AU but not much else.

6'7, very similar appearance-wise to a standard swap Papyrus, though he has prominent freckles and blue magic. Typically tries to wear clothes to cover his body and the few scars he does have unless around others he's very comfortable with.

Their dynamics w/ each other ⬇️

Calcine was the first person to get Castor to open up...at least a little bit. It was hard won, but he does, finally, consider Calcine a genuine friend. They've talk more about their own AUs to each other than anyone but still haven't actually said much, especially not about the afflictions that separate them from the "standards".

While they do care for one another, neither are particularly good at actually looking out for the other, and on occasion, even enable bad habits. They're working on it.

Anthias and Calcine have known each other since before Castor joined them, but never really spoke much until after. Despite his laid back aura, Anthias is deeply self conscious, which caused an unintentional rift between the two with Calcine finding him to be aloof. Eventually though, they get to know each other better, and even become very close friends. Calcine has since earned the nickname Ziggy from Anthias.

Castor and Anthias met through Calcine, though Anthias had been very curious about him since Castor's arrival. They didn't get along so well at first, mostly because of Castor's standoffish nature, but as he settled in more, they gradually found themselves easing around the other, (with the mediation of Calcine, too, of course). They have more of an unspoken understanding type of dynamic, and enjoy spending quiet time together or working independently in the same place. Anthias jokingly calls him Cassie sometimes, leading to Castor referring to him as nearly any feminine A name in response (ie Annabelle, Andrea, Annie, Alexis, etc)

I don't have proper refs for any of them, but I've drawn Castor and Anthias before (prior to deciding to make them entirely separate variants)

Castor vis ref • Anthias vis ref

[dhrubajjj]

[DAY 18] - begrudging celebrations

WOOO happy birthday idia (for me still at least)

[specific-dreamer]

thinking about soulmates. how you have a set person that’s destined to understand you no matter what. a set soul, even, you guys could be animals and you’d still find each other because you were made for each other. but just because you’re destined for each other doesn’t mean you’ll be together. in the last life you guys could never be a day apart, always together. but if you’re unlucky in the next life you guys could be oceans apart. metaphorically too, your soulmate could be right across town and there’s something pulling them to you, you’re sure of it, but circumstances keep you separate. there’s a part of you aching to find that person, aching to reach out to them and fill that missing gap.

then again just because you’re soulmates, just because you’re perfect for each other in every way, it doesn’t mean you’ll instantly click when you mean again. it’ll take work to get back to where you use to be and you can only hope you won’t have to go through all that work in your next life

then again just because you’re soulmates and understand each other perfectly, it doesn’t mean you’re destined to be together. though if you’re lucky maybe in the next life you’ll find each other in better circumstances. maybe in the next life you guys will just click

[me0wnz73r]

I really like the bluejay motif for Jay and think it’s so so sick whenever I see that sort of symbolism, but imma be real. Whenever I see anything bluejay related I think of Mordecai

[long-lost-soul]

HIHI 15,26,32!!!

HOWDY SHEPPP!!! :]

15. if you could domesticate any kind of animal as a pet, what would it be?

BLACK BEAR!! i wanna hug one

26. have you ever made a meal from food you've hunted/fished/foraged yourself?

yes!!! grilled snakehead and wild blackberries! delicious & snakeheads are SO fun to catch & are invasive here too

32. if you had to give a presentation on any nature topic without any prep, what would you pick?

native salamanders babeyyyy let me go on and on about them PLEASE

using this as an opportunity to share pics from when i helped with a salamander population survey this summer — they’re marbled and two-lined salamanders >:)

[beans-in-a-toaster]

So I've had my own little Pokémon AU floating around in my head since I picked Pokémon Crystal back up recently.

Context: For some reason, ever since I was little, I've always named my Pokémon character "Sammy", "Sammi", "Sami", or something like that. My name is not any of these. I don't know why I did this other than letting myself flip-flop genders between games.

But! Now that I've had Doctor Who festering in my brain, AND all the cool lore with Legends Arceus in there too, I've been looking at my protagonists differently. Basically answering for myself why some random 12-year-old kid can run around and catch legendaries and destroy massive crime organizations with the answer of: they aren't random.

Also I wanted to explore a sort-of Timeless Child idea in a Pokémon setting.

Yeah, yeah, cringe as hell, but look! cool celebi art! I even shaded it and played around with gradients and shit.

[thingsbyrubithus]

just remembered i had a dream last night where i crushed up a saltine cracker and got high off it and im pretty sure ethoslab was there and he told me to do it i have no clue how to interpret a dream like that but my mom said that maybe this is a sign im being influenced idk chatters what do you think

[livingdeadvoid]

Derek: One last question before you can join.

Insert Random New Character Here: What is it?

Derek, completely serious: Have you ever thought about kissing or actually kissed Stiles?

INH, confused: What are you talking about?

Derek, sighing: It's like a curse. Everyone who joins the pack will or already has thought of kissing Stiles. Some have.

INH, annoyed by the stupidity of such a question: Yeah, yeah, sure. I seriously doubt tha-

Stiles, walking in unaware of anything: Sourwolf have you seen Issac anyway?

Derek, looking between both Stiles and INH: No I haven't Stiles, he's probably with Scott.

Stiles, giving him a thumbs up: Well I'm off to find Scott, good luck with your new recruits or whatever.

INH: wait that was stiles??

Derek, nodding: Yup

INH: ...

Derek:

INH:

Derek: Welcome to the pack.