#what exactly is your damage?

[snekdood]

i refuse to let insecure fucks from my home town who are so controlled by their fear of being different make me feel bad or weird existing as i am online. yeah, i did find a place i could express myself freely and people didnt reject me, im sorry you weren’t able to shame me into having 0 friends anywhere, hoping that’d make me become the basic blonde bitch you want me to be

[mathias-wanabe]

Been getting into the danny phantom fandom and….

Listen I love ghost king danny stuff but

This shit is making my cry I hate whoever made this playlist

with.

a.

PASSION

You’re great at making playlists but holy fuck it’s like watching the saddest animations ever in my head. mentally fucked me up bc a playlist should NOT be able to do this

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Nobody fat-shames you like your own mother. And I feel horrible even complaining about it because if I ever let it slip out people just go “just shut up, you’re thin” but I spend half a day shopping with my mom and she’s berated me for being “lazy” and not having a “flat tummy at my age”

[moomeecore]

"is this a plant or a weed" im going to pull all the hair out of your head

[bunnieswithknives]

sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all

My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.

[anthonyed]

kdramas should just avoid making medical related content. at this point it's plain disrespecful

[ennard-is-near]

Scott has said he won’t ever make a real Fazbear location, and it’s partially because he’s afraid kids will get killed/go missing there. But I’m so convinced that their biggest issue would be people putting their (and their kids/younger sibling’s) heads in the animatronic’s mouths and getting hurt like that.

Also cosplayers.

[greasydumbfuck]

also just for the record. no matter how much utterly stupid shit i say or draw about him, frank actually makes me so deeply sad. this old man should be picking up his grandkids but he cant. i think about him too much and im so sad

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Jack was slated to bring about the end of the world if he left Brockton Bay, and now he knew.

Okay. So.

*furiously takes notes about this scene for fanfic purposes*

[dravid-writes]

Imagine you have horns, but you're in a really shitty situation and the people with power over you don't want you to have your horns. Having horns makes you a threat, makes them scared you'll fight back, so they file your horns down or just cut them off. Whenever your horns grow back, they're filed back down, never getting a chance to be more than bumps on your head.

Eventually you finally get out. You make it on your own for a while, figuring things out, and your horns gradually grow in. You can take care of yourself now, you can defend yourself. And you're alone.

One day, you meet someone. They're nice, friendly, and the time you spend with them is good. You meet them again. And again, and again, feeling more and more comfortable around them each time. Eventually, the topic of housing comes up, and when you bring up how much cheaper it is to share a place, they say that sounds like a great idea.

And as you sit on the couch together, you feel happier than you've ever felt. Being with them makes everything feel perfect. You lean into them-

And stab them with your horns.

Later that day, they open the bathroom door to find you taking a nail file to your horns. They snatch it from you. "No, stop, what are you doing?!"

"I'm fixing them. I'm making myself safe."

"Don't do that. Don't... destroy yourself like this."

"It's okay. If it's for you, then it's okay."

"I don't want you to do this. I don't want you to cut off parts of yourself for me, I want you to be happy."

"Being with you is the happiest I've ever felt. I'll give anything to stay with you."

"You don't need to do this."

"But I'm dangerous. What if I hurt you again?"

"Then I'll get another bandage and we'll talk about how to avoid it next time. It'll be okay. We'll figure it all out. For now..."

They hand you a pair of these:

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Writemas Day 15: The Bridge

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Prompts: "Trust me. Trust me. Trust. Me. That's all I ask of you." | A bridge | The prickle of branches against skin

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 1000

Tag List: (message me to be added or removed) @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west @agirlandherquill

CW: swearing, anger, injury, vision

*****

"Thea...." Altair warned, reaching for her arm.

Thea scooted back with a huff, sending glass shards skittering across the floor, and rose, stepping between him, Kore, and the locked trunk. "I," she snapped at the trunk, "have had quite enough of your damned paranoia, Caelum."

While she was speaking, Thea grasped the strands with a firm hand. With a tug from her left hand, she forced them to wrap around the lock, slipping between the minuscule gap between the lid and the body. With the right, she wove a slightly more complex thread, one that appeared to her eyes like a box covering the trunk completely.

Thea clenched her jaw and flicked her left wrist. She didn't see those strands respond to her touch, but the reaction of the barrier she had formed was answer enough. The strands lit up all at once, like an explosion from a firework, and they strained against her grip, desperate for her to let go and allow the energy to go somewhere.

She didn't slacken her grip, and the threads remained glowing for one second.

Two.

Before the third tick of a clock, the light suddenly died, the only evidence of its existence a white smudge in Thea's vision. She quickly blinked the smudge away, waiting another moment before untwisting the threads.

She'd half expected to find nothing left when the box vanished. But Caelum was too clever for that. The trunk remained, its lock broken in two pieces, the floor around it scorched and charred.

"Why..." Altair muttered from behind her, "didn't you just do that in the first place?"

Thea folded her arms. "Because I didn't think it would work."

"You didn't... ugh...."

Wood scraped against glass, and Thea turned to find him trying to pull himself up by the bookcase. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get to my feet."

"After you just got struck by lighting, thrown across the room, and showered in broken glass?" Thea folded her arms and glared at him. "Or did you somehow forget all of that? Need I remind you that the healing threads are incomplete? You still have to heal on your own."

He sighed, lowering himself back into a sitting position. "Yeah, yeah."

"'Incomplete'?" Kore questioned, not moving from the doorway.

"The healing threads are notoriously difficult to twist, even for a master," Altair said quietly, "the Slain rarely use them, being dead and all, so they never bothered to find better threads than the ones they already found: cell regeneration. But it only lasts as long as the thread."

"I see...." Kore sounded skeptical, or perhaps confused, but she didn't pry further.

"I'll be fine for now," Altair reassured Thea. He pointed to the trunk. "What I really want to do is find out what he took such pains to hide."

She exhaled slowly and nodded, turning back to the trunk and kneeling before it. The clasps on either side of the lock were undamaged, so she carefully undid them one at a time.

Click.

Click.

And everything plunged into darkness.

Thea opened her mouth to gasp, to scream, but her mouth didn't move. No sound came out. Her thoughts whirled, faster and faster, trying to justify this new phenomenon. Another trap? What sort of trap was darkness and paralysis? What about---?

Branches brushed against the bare skin of her arm, prickly, like a fir. She realized she was moving. Her feet were walking of their own accord. And her right hand was outstretched, caught in someone else's. She still couldn't see. But soon enough, the darkness lightened, and she took in the vibrant red hues of the firs.

She hadn't seen something like this since... since....

Since Volantis.

This was another memory.

Thea's gaze suddenly sharpened, and she recognized the man who led her through the trees, along a worn path under a dark, starless sky.

Caelum.

But when? Obviously before they left. Thea frowned, trying to place the memory, when the faint sound of rushing water reached her ears.

Oh.

When the bridge came in sight, Caelum looked back at her with the most excited, gleeful expression she'd ever seen on him. Such an expression of joy should have been out of place for her, but right now... it looked right on him.

They stopped in the middle of the simple stone bridge, a river of silver flowing endlessly beneath them. "Do you like it?" Caelum asked earnestly.

Thea let go of his hand to spin in a full circle, awe-struck. "I... wow. How did you find this?"

"On accident," he said casually, that same joy still on his face.

"It's beautiful, Caelum," she whispered, taking his hand, "and I'm glad you shared this with me. But...."

"The Slain?"

"Yes."

His smile faded, and it saddened her to see it go. They didn't have time to indulge in frivolous things. But how she wished she did. "Before you ask any questions," he began, staring out towards the silver river's source, "I have given Altair the exact same amount of information as I give you now. Yes?"

She frowned, but nodded.

He set his jaw. "I have a plan. And for it to work... I need you to trust me."

"Caelum...."

Without warning he turned back to her, looking her in the eye. "Trust me. Trust me. Trust. Me. That's all I ask of you."

"That does not comfort me as much as you seem to think it does. What aren't you telling me?"

Caelum hesitated. "Look, how many of the outcomes we've had together in Volantis have succeeded based on trust?"

Thea sighed, thinking. "A lot," she finally admitted.

"I have a plan Thea. And I'm sorry... so, so sorry... that I can't tell you. All the information I gave you is all the information I can give."

"Altair and I would stop you if we knew, wouldn't we?"

His face hardened into an expression of impassable neutrality. She studied him for a long moment, waiting for the facade to crack. Finally, she relented.

"All right, Caelum. As long as it gets us out of her. As alive as we went in."

"Funny," he stated, face still neutral, "Altair said the exact same thing."

Before Thea could respond, the world plunged into darkness once more.

[starheirxero]

Hey I'm here again

do you want more things to go insane over like that time with battle axe ruin

anyways what if lunars star power got too out of hand and he just melts a bit like maybe an arm or a leg just goes all gloopy ooh and yk what maybe an eye too? I wonder how much Gemini would be freaked out, especially in toxic yuri world

SOUL HOLY SHIT /POS

Please excuse me for constantly making UTMV comparisons here but THIS COULD LITERALLY BE LIKE DETERMINATION THAT MAKES GENO AND KILLER MELT SOMETIMES THATS SO FUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!!!

Could u imagine if, in our universe, Lunar complained about feeling sort of "boneless" after they push a bit too far in training and the twins chalk up to typical mortal exhaustion until Pollux pats Lunar's shoulder in encouragement and when she pulls her hand back there's just strings of melted plastic and silicone sticking to her hand and they're all just OH HAHA. OKAY. YEA THATS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. WHAT THE FUCK.

WITH LUNARA TOO UGHHHH THEY'D BE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ABOUT IT I JUST KNOW IT. I think Gemini would be the only there worried about it. I have such a vivid scene in my head of Lunara looking Gemini dead in the eyes and going "hey, wanna see something cool?" and they smack their hands together and the sound is just a little too squelch-y and when they pull their hands apart its like those commercials of super melty stringy pizza on cheese and parts of their endo are showing and they just grin and go "blehggg 😝" like a little freak /aff

Honestly tho if it happened for the first time mid-fight when I actually would like to imagine Gemini is so violently caught off guard and freaked out because mortals of any kind are NOT supposed to MELT LIKE THAT and they call off the fight in favor of not having Lunara's body actively cave in on itself. not bc they care tho its not like that they swear, its... just because then it wouldn't be a proper fight. yea. they just want a fair fight.

OR WAIT WAIT WAIT. SORRY AGAIN FOR ANOTHER UTMV CONNECTION BUT WHAT IF IT WAS SOMETHING LIKE THIS COMIC. The dialogue and personality isn't quite right for them BUT THE GENERAL STRUCTURE, YK......

[hometownrockstar]

i followed the aita tumblr blog (ppl send asks describing their situation n theres a poll to vote on whether theyre TA, its not reposting reddit aitas just to clarify) and theres so many of them that are "aita for having a thought or feeling" which is exactly what i expected out of a tumblr aita blog but also how many times do we need to unlearn the idea of thought crimes

[strohller27]

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[mommytimmy]

what do you mean people can make posts on the internet without knowing anything about what they're talking about? 🤯

[asofterepilogue]

every day I wake up and think about "would you fall in love with me again" for 17 hours straight then go back to bed