#but itll matter more later

[clown-thing]

Made a short comic(?) about how I like to think magic would work (in my world at least)

Apologies for any typos in the comic-

There’s technically more to the system but I’ll just make a continuation post if I make more comic…

Just in case the image quality gets absolutely fucking ruined and you cant read it I’ll have the writing/written explaination in text form down below.

About soul rot:

Arinuan magic works in mysterious ways. Luckily those mysterious ways have been neatly laid out in a comis strip for you.

The most basic principal of magic is this: The power of magic is derived from the soul.

Considering magic stems directly from the soul, the loss of energy outputted to use magic causes damage to the soul. This is called soul rot.

Don’t worry, however, because soul rot is completely normal. The soul naturally heals itself, and the healthy part of the soul will heal most soul rot in under twelve hours.

Too much soul rot, however, is alarming. The soul needs at least one small healthy fragment in order to be able to heal itself.

If the soul becomes completely rotted, there is simply no saving it. It’s hard to get here, though, because most magic users will tire by the time their soul is even three fourths rotted.

A fully rotted soul will not heal itself, slowly beginning to decay.

The loss of one’s soul can’t be reversed, and is comparable to the loss of ones humanity. Some possible effects of soul loss are: Loss of morals, loss of empathy, loss of logical emotions and logical thinking, violent outbursts for seemingly no reason, narcissism, paranoia, distrust of everyone previously close to you, amnesia.

Those without a soul can also barely use magic, if at all. With the soul gone, any attempt to use magic will put a strain on the body itself. The magic has to draw energy from somewhere else, causing decay and sharp pains all throughout the body.

About the types of magic:

There are two types of magics in Arinuo. Natural magic and Learned magic.

Natural magic is accessible from birth, and is genetic, being inherited and influenced by the parent’s magical abilities.

Natural magic is not hard to access, it is hard to control. Natural magic users often spend years mastering their abilities fully.

Natural magic users have a predeveloped tolerance against their own magic, so it does less damage to the soul by default.

Learned magic is magic that is learned throughout life, and is preformed by writing symbols in the air with a tool or even your finger if one is advanced enough. Learned magic is an art of memorization and power control, some are better at picking it up than others.

Learned magic is something that you have to build up a tolerance to overtime, regardless of if you have natural magic or not.

Until one develops this tolerance, learned magic causes more soul rot than natural magic does.

These Magic symbols are created when a natural magic user tales their own magic and embeds it into a sigil, enchanting it. The process can also be done with written language slash spoken language, but is rarer.

By creating a magic sigil, the creator gives up whatever aspect of their magic they’ve enchanted the sigil to replicate. That’s why people don’t just turn their magic into sigils all the time.

[girlshambogames]

i think im in too deep w charmander duo. bc i was thinking abt how flame thinks very little abt bans, and how theres a genuine possibility he helps the Guardians ban people not even bc he thinks bans should matter, but just like for fun bc he doesnt think of it that seriously. which led me to thinking "wait but pangi could help him change his mind ^-^" nd now im just thinking of an au where pangi does Just That .

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[redeemed-wren]

Everytime I find myself getting too annoyed at the idea of random non-numbered incarnations of the Doctor I remind myself of the valeyard and then calm down a bit

[xianzhoualliance]

do u know how irritated i am that dan hengs spear breaking actually led up to nothing… like fighting was a little harder but he didnt even seem to gaf

[blackeyen2kisses]

pathetic bf!seunghyun (headcannons)

summary: bf!seunghyun who is incredibly down bad for his girlfriend.

an: hello! this is my first fic on this account, im so excited to share it with you. i hope you enjoy <3 (ALSO, please ignore any spelling/grammar errors i didn’t proofread.)

bf!seunghyun who: didn’t care for love/relationships until he met you.

bf!seunghyun who: swears carless whisper by george micheal played in his head when he laid eyes on you for the first time.

bf!seunghyun who: likes to spend his down time making you playlists and/or writing you songs/raps. he likes to communicate through music.

bf!seunghyun who: calls you sweet girl and thinks it fits perfectly. you are his sweet girl. he thinks youre the sweetest, most angelic being hes ever met.

bf!seunghyun who: will agree to just about anything for your sake (“yeah i dont know, i just dont really feel like going out today” he mummered to jiyong, burying himself further into the fluffy cloud that was his bed, dead set on spending his night curled in bed. until you walked into the room. “seunghyun, lets go out tonight, i need to get out of this house.” seunghyun shot out of bed, unraveling himself from the covers and intertwined your hands, “yeah, sweet girl, lets go.” suddenly alive and full of energy. unaware of jiyong snickering behind him.

bf!seunghyun who: genuinely believes he cant go more than an hour without having his hands on you in someway. wether that be his hand in yours, his arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers curled in your hair, or his fingers inside, yes inside the waist of your jeans, resting against the warmth of your skin.

bf!seunghyun who: when you two sleep has to either be little spoon or lay on top of you (while you scratch his back.)

bf!seunghyun who: is only comfortable with you touching him

bf!seunghyun who: literally calls/texts you every chance he gets. in between recordings, while in the bath, while getting his hair done. he’ll text you every thought that crosses his mind. (itll be three in the morning and youll get a text from him like, “i just realized, nothing is ON fire. fire is on THINGS.”)

bf!seunghyun who: does things for you he knows you can do yourself, such as, brushing and drying your hair after a shower, carrying you from place to place in your shared apartment, brushing your teeth, grabbing things that are just out of reach, tieing your shoes, no matter how much you insist you’re perfectly cable. he cant help it; youre his angel.

bf!seunghyun who: genuinely tears up when you get mad at him (you immediately feel horrible and give in.)

bf!seunghyun who: loves to lay his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair (he falls asleep immediately.)

bf!seunghyun who: hangs onto every word you say. he’ll remember something you vaguely told him months later. (“hey, sweet girl, i got you one of those sun…sunny…sonny..angels…whatever you call them,” he said when he came home from the store, placing the sonny angel box on your lap, then, planting gentle kisses onto the corners of your lips, your nose, your temple, your eyelids. you smile, wondering how the hell he knew you wanted one. you giggle, placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb across his soft skin as he leans into your touch, “how’d you know i wanted one?” he looked at you as though the answer was obvious, “you mentioned it when you saw a tiktok video in..may” may was 8 months ago?)

bf!seunghyun who: apologizes by getting on his knees, putting his head in your lap, and kissing your hands profusely. muttering over and over how sorry he is and how he’ll do better.

bf!seunghyun who: follows you around everywhere like a little cat. always hovering over your shoulder. if you guys are sitting on the couch and you get up to get a glass of water, trust, he’ll get up and go with you with a content smile on his face. he has attachment issues.

bf!seunghyun who: when your making out and you pull away, looks at you, breathing all hard, like he physically needs more.

bf!seunghyun who: when he has to travel for work will send you a poem a day. (“hey, sweet girl, you will never be unloved by me. you are too well tangled in my soul; hello, my sweet girl, my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own. love you always.”)

bf!seunghyun who: is completely obsessed with you.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the same tv

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, parent death, funerals, robbery, redemption/forgiveness, addiction, drinking (wine, not like hard drinking), tickling, cockwarming, they call themselves kids at one point but at no point are reader or rafe under 18, like itll make sense once you read it in context

the first thing you do when you enter your house is kick off your shoes. the next is to stop holding back your tears as they stream down your face. you can't even sob anymore, just silent, steady tears.

you sigh as you look around the entryway. there's been some changes since you moved away, despite only being out of your parents house for a little over a year. they replaced the grand portrait that was of your mom's parents with one of you, now taking the place of honor.

you look away before you get to the rest of the family photos. you've seen enough at the funeral. you walk further in to the house, bare feet against the shiny wood floor.

you pause when you hear something further in. you haven't forgotten how the old house seemed to speak, groaning and settling during strong winds or when too many people were crammed between it's walls.

this sound seems different, but you're also occasionally sniffling, your ears are shot from blasting music in an attempt to distract yourself, so you shrug it off and walk further into the living room.

the sound suddenly makes sense as you see someone stood in your living room, arms holding up your parents flat screen television, awkwardly trying to carry it.

you aren't even mad. you honestly don't care about the tv. or the fact that someone is trying to rob you.

you let out a bitter laugh before you sink to the floor. “of fucking course this happens.” you are glad you still have your purse slung from your shoulder as you pull your wallet out, quite aggressively throwing it at the robber who has now frozen.

“what?” he questions, lowering the tv to the ground and pushing his hood of his head, a dumb move for someone currently committing a crime.

“this has been the worst week of my life and now you're robbing me. just my fucking luck…” you let out a broken sob. “just take whatever you want and leave.”

the only things that matter to you still in the house aren't actually worth anything anyways. the photos of your parents, your dad's cologne that's half empty, the oak tree that your childhood dog is buried next to.

“i thought the people who lived here died.”

you pick your head up, a look of fury overtaking your face.

“they did. they're my fucking parents! and now they're gone and you're fucking robbing me! get the fuck out!” you stand up, pushing at the robbers chest.

he looks familiar, like you should know who he is but can't place him.

“im-shit. im sorry.” he says, allowing you to shove him away and out the door. 

“im really fucking sorry!” he yells again before you slam the door shut.

-- years later --

you park your car in the driveway instead of pulling it all the way into the garage like you know you should, but you need to know if you're correct about the man sitting on your front step.

“you're the kid that tried to rob me.” you say as you walk the sidewalk to the porch.

“yes.” he says, looking ashamed and a whole lot more grown up. “i was an addict and i owed a debt. my dad had just kicked me out of the house and i was on my own for the first time. it was stupid of me, but when i heard the people living here died, i thought it'd be a victimless crime.”

he sighs deeply, like even just thinking back to that time physically hurts. “i didn't even think that someone could have inherited the house. im so, so sorry.” 

he swallows thickly. “my mom died when i was young. my dad- my dad just died recently. he faked his death and i got him back, but he's actually gone this time. you know what you said about the worst week in your life?”

you think back those years. it's mostly a blur, especially the days surrounding your parents car crash and funeral, but you do remember breaking down in front of the robber. you nod gently, waiting to hear the end of his speal.

“i know what you mean now. and im sorry i hurt you. im sorry about your parents dying.” he pulls something out of his pocket, extending his hand.

you look into his open palm, realizing it's a ornate gold necklace.

“no.” you shake your head. “you keep it. you don't need to bribe me to forgive you.”

“i want you to have it.” he says. “it's… it's not a lot, but it's something. something to help make up for what ive done.”

you reach forward, carefully taking the necklace out of his outstretched hand, carefully not to accidentally bump his skin. 

“thank you.” you say, admiring the way the sun gleams off the metal. 

“im rafe, by the way. rafe cameron.”

“y/n.” you respond, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“here, let me.” he takes it out of your hands, moving quicker than you can think as he steps around you. your hair is already up in a bun, so rafe is able to reach around and easily place the chain around your neck.

“thank you.” the weight of the necklace feels comfortable against your skin, like it's the last finishing touch you need. you are wearing your mother's earrings, your father's bracelet, and now you have the other piece of what made that time in your life so miserable, your robbers necklace.

“i… i guess ill be going now.” rafe says.

you turn and watch him walk away. you recognize so much of your former self in him, the clear grieving he's going through.

“are you sober now?” you call out before he reaches the end of your driveway.

“sober enough.” he shouts back. rafe doubts he'll ever truly be clean, but he can at least manage now, doesn't need the drugs like he used to.

“then come back for dinner tomorrow. we can talk.”

you can see the smile stretch over his features. “ill be there.”

-- three months later --

“shit.” rafe says, head snapping over to you. “this is the same tv.”

you giggle and nod, surprised it took him so long to realize. “i never really watch tv on the actual tv, so no need to replace it.” you shrug, the gold necklace still draped over your neck. you haven't taken it off except to shower and sleep.

“god, thats crazy.” rafe looks over to you. “imagine if we just talked back then.” 

you shake your head. “you just think you want that because we get along now. we were both in bad places.”

“you don't think we would have been hooking up back then?” rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at you, watching the way your thighs press together at the mere mention of hooking up, already feeling the urge to sleep with rafe even after having sex only a couple of hours ago.

“we were two scared kids. if we were hooking up we definitely shouldn't have been.” you giggle, reaching your wine glass out for rafe to refill, which he is glad to pour a more than healthy amount in.

“and now?” rafe looks down at his lap.

“and now we are two slighty less scared slightly older kids.” you giggle again, taking a deep sip before leaning across the couch cushion to press a kiss to rafes cheek, the movie you had put on long forgotten.

“rafe.” you wait until he looks you in the eye. “im here for you.”

“god, what have i done to deserve you?” rafe wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he flops back onto the couch. 

you let out a laugh before it's cut off with his lips. he kisses you heavily, hand against the back of your head, not allowing you to pull away, not that you want to.

you let himself get lost in your kiss. you wish you had someone to support you in the time you needed most, and you're determined to be that person for rafe now.

rafe easily dominates your mouth even though he's underneath you as you quickly work your shorts off, wiggling against him until your bottom half is nude.

you press against rafes crotch, still covered by his sweatpants. you feel his cock straining against the fabric as you rub your pussy against it, wetting the gray material.

“baby, please.” rafe groans. he would pull his cock out himself, but his hands are preoccupied holding you close to him as if his life depends on it.

“oh, now you don't like teasing?” you smile.

“alright, i deserve this.” rafe also manages a chuckle despite his straining erection. “but please. need to feel your pussy ‘round me.”

“alright.” you roll your eyes dramatically. you'll have to get revenge on rafe at a different time for edging you the other night.

you push his pants down his thighs until you're able to reach into his underwear and pull out his cock. you give him a few quick strokes before lining up your entrance and sinking down.

rafe let's out a moan, barely pulling his face away from yours. “you're so wet.”

“it's almost like i like you or something.” you roll your eyes.

rafe laughs before kissing you again, hand moving up to your hair, tangling his fingers between the strands.

you sit on his cock for a moment, adjusting, before beginning to move, up then down, up then down, subtle movements of your hips, not needing anything fast, wanting drawn out, wanting it to last.

the movie is long over by the time rafe finally cums, a hand finally moving down to rub your clit to make sure you get off at the same time as his.

by the time you're both satisfied, you're sweaty and exhausted. you don't even bother to pull off his cock as you rest your head against his chest.

“thank you.” rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your back. you don't need to ask what for. you know. for being there. you'll always be there.

you look up at him, a small smile on your face. “how are we gonna tell people we met?”

things are quickly getting serious, and while he hasn't breached the subject with you yet, neither of you have been hiding how quickly you're falling.

“what, you think it's a problem that we met when i was robbing you?” rafe says, making you giggle, only intensified by his hand pressing into your side, fingers tickling you as you howl with laughter.

rafe flips you over onto your back so you're underneath him, keeping his cock pushed inside of you.

“maybe we should just tell people we met on tinder.” rafe shrugs.

you roll your eyes. “somehow that's more embarrassing.”

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[milessunflowers]

red fox!lando and arctic fox!reader, lando trying to keep up in the snow but ending up whining and cuddling up with you in your lil den (cabin)

AHAHAH YES IMMA DO LIKE A SHORT FIC TRUST

red fox!lando norris x arctic fox!male!reader

synopsis: lando thought he could survive in the cold, turns out he was insanely wrong.

author's note: once again so sorry this took forever to write 😭😭😭 im trying to catch up on my inbox bc itll be forever until i can again since theyre banning phones in my shcool instead of cracking down on the embrzzlement going on (story time for later if yall want it). this also got a lot longer than i thought? oops 😅

it was all very fun and enjoyable for the first ten minutes. lando loved watching you play around outside, watching you disappear for a split second then reappearing. it was adorable.

lando was bundled up in about five coats in total, trying to block the harsh, biting winds that nipped at every inch of skin possible. sure, he had grown up with colder temperatures and snowfall, but that didn't mean he liked it. he tolerated it at best. it always made him shiver deep in his core. it felt like, after maybe fifteen minutes, that the wind was biting him through his jackets.

"babe!" you called out, grinning excitedly as you come closer to your boyfriend, your tail whipping happily behind you. "wanna come out and- oh." your ears flatten against you head in worry as you see lando shivering like crazy. you sometimes forget that he isn't adapted for snow like you are.

"wha?" lando asks, his teeth chattering as he tugs the scarft tighter around his neck.

"time to go inside?" you ask, tilting your head at your boyfriend, wanting to take him inside the cabin, make him warm soup and hot chocolate, make a blanket fort, and cuddle him until you overheat and have to go back outside.

lando shakes his head, not wanting to take the time away from you being able to feel most comfortable. "no. no! i'm fine!" lando tells you, shivering more.

you roll your eyes at him, taking one hand in your's and kissing his cheek softly. "yeah, we're going inside," you insist, half dragging lando back inside to warm him up.

he does give a sigh of relief. no matter how much you tell him you have all the time to cool off in colder temperatures, he still feels bad for shortening your time outside together. you will never tire of pampering him to the fullest extent, complimenting him and assuring him that you love him and can always cool down once he is more comfortable. you both make sacrafices for each other which is why your relationship works so well.

"want peppermint in your hot chocolate, baby?" you asks lando after you covered him up with the fluffiest blanket you could find.

"no thank you," he responds, a smile stretched wide on his lips. "thank you, handsome."

you set the bowls of soup and mugs of hot chocolate on a tray to bring it to the living room. you take your seat next to lando, setting the tray up and taking your bowl of soup to eat. you eat slowly, chatting with lando as you finish the lunch. once both bowks and mugs were drained entirely, you stand back up, kiss each one of lando's fluffy ears, and go to clean the dishes.

lando smiled and puckers his lips when you return, expecting a peck. "i love ypu," he says, kissing your lips softly when you sit back down. "you are the best boyfriend in the history of the universe!"

"anything for you, lan," you reply, laughing when lando stretches his legs over your lap. you grab the remote and ask, "what do you want to watch?"

"home alone?" lando suggests, grinning when you nod.

"home alone."

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[h4venpha]

i think i find comfort in vashwood because of their unwillingness to say outloud how they care and love for one another. like CANONLY, theres so, so much they dont say, yet their actions reflect everything.

i’m pretty sure i’ve spoke on this before but i like to think that they never say more than they need to because of the world they live in, the type of people they are, the type of upbringings theyve had. it all stems back to them not really feeling worthy of the love they are offered.

wolfwood who only thinks of himself as some fucked up modified killing machine and that he believes theres no chance someone as kind hearted as vash would see the good in him, or what little there is left of the good in him. he’s done nothing but kill, he could never redeem himself, and yet vash isn’t scared nor shuns him for it even with his pacifistic ideals.

vash who has seen the brutal truth of wolfwood’s being and still decides he loves him to the very end.

vash who doesnt believe he deserves any ounce of love or commitment because he only hurts those he gets close to. it’s happened before and itll happen again, like hes a walking time bomb and everything will blow up again and the people close to him will die no matter what he does. and wolfwood who canonly sticks beside him until the end! literally calls himself his guide.

vash who has never had true companionship in his 150 years of living, and wolfwood who follows him to the ends of gunsmoke.

just up until vol10, theyre still toeing the line of the relationship theyve created. but the exact moment vash shows up and chooses to prioritize wolfwood over going after knives (the fucking thing he’s been working towards since the big fall, over a hundred years ago) is the moment he steps past that line. its so extremely open and explicit, even wolfwood asks him ‘why are you here?”

while what he says here is true yes, it also sounds like “you cannot die, i’m here to ‘save’ you because i want to live.”

then to this when wolfwood knows and accepts he will die— the sheer HORROR on vash’s face when he realizes wolfwood wont allow him to save him.

few pages ahead, vash’s monologue starts and these old panels come up. “deep down, he had become very close to me.” basically implying that back then, during the ‘shoot’ moment, they weren’t really close. and when vash accused him: “you’re the coward here.”, “you give up all hope so easily”, it was almost surface level in a way? talking to him at surface level

but now, so many chapters later when wolfwood really does give up hope, vash, with all of his developed love through out the story realizes how differently he feels now. wolfwood made him put a fucking gun to his head (giving up hope), and vash who only scolded and accused him, vs vol10 where when wolfwood gives up hope, vash feels straight terror, that he’s really going to lose him. (also the inverted panel is just so gorgeous.)

the whole “isnt that right, wolfwood?” just proves my entire point that vash’s presence here in this fight steps over the line of vulnerability they had created. he knows how he feels, and he knows that wolfwood feels the same, even if hes speaking to him indirectly.

[yayasvalveplay]

After the mysterious mermech and Sentinel... had their 'fun.' It was unfortunately only a matter of time after the orange mermech left that Sentinel ended up sparked and eventually gave birth to a little orange and blue sparkling/pup. A small little thing with sweet little chirps like the birds the flew above the waters. 

After some time; with much thought by Sentinel—putting a name that fits... the sparkling was named Requiem. 

It was ridiculous of Sentinel to keep the pup; given that Sentinel didn't even know who his Requiem's sire supposedly was. That night; The alluring mech pinning Sentinel down and taking him as his voice danced in a unique softness, compliments precious like jewels that made Sentinel weak. Only for Damus to be gone in the morning; Sentinel drapped in mesh. 

Requiem was a calm 'easy' pup. Despite his crying at times; at the time Sentinel had been too caught up with his own work and raising Requiem that unfortunately he ended up hearing the news a few days later... of Optimus's own pup going missing. 

Bringing Requiem, Sentinel of course fumbled for an excuse to bring his baby other than to hopefully comfort a grieving Optimus. He wouldn't say it outright; but leaving his old friend like this... left an awful taste in his mouth for once. He watched his old friend hold a chirping Requiem close as the small orange pup chewed on seaweed.

After that visit; could you blame Sentinel for being a little paranoid and keeping diligence on his Requiem for a while?

Even with all the searchs for Sari, kidnapping wasn't off the table. The carriers around the area were nervous for their little ones— telling them not to go to far, stories around Optimus's pup ranging from her running away to being dragged off by Deceptimers... whatever it was to keep the children safe. 

Years pass by... Optimus's pup hasn't returned; Requiem is about to enter his first year in the prestigous Automer Academy just like his carrier. 

For Requiem; this was a long day coming, he was gunning for the Elite Gaurd, hopefully to reach and become Requiem Minor. Though the title doesn't sound nice but Requiem keeps that to himself.

What annoys him more though is that his throat has been sore for a couple of days, his body aching... his voice has been slightly cracking and while his Carrier chalked it up saying that itll go away- Requiem has been nervous, it would be embarrassing to speak and for his voice to crack infront of other cadets and on the first day. 

For tonight though, he was preparing for tomorrow. Grooming his fins and cleaning his orange and bluish tail...

Until he looked at his reflection... purple... why was his helm purple?! Requiem cried out looking at his crest in alarm.

It felt like a mockery. A distraction. Because suddenly his tail started to sting and hurt for seconds, like bones cracking. Requiem let out a cry of pain, his instincts immediately begging for his carrier as he writhed in the water. He didn't know how long ut took, until he was hunched over...

Requiem looked down, his orange colors had turned into a dark purple- and his tail....his tail had split into 8... 8 tenticles... his servos now claws...

Requiem froze, his voice stuck in his throat, he didn't scream. He was too frozen in shock and horror to properly react... his body began to shake. 

He looked like a monster. Yet Requiem still felt the same, the pain earlier now more remembered as if he was simply cracking his back or knuckles. 

"Requiem! Wha-" Sentinel saw the seconds of the transformation.

Blue—red eyes met blue... immediately the two froze, Requiem shaking... tears began to well up as he begged for his Carrier to help him, he doesn't know why this happened or how but pleas—

His carrier backs up... Sentinel backs up, his fins raised and clearly alerted, while Requiem desperately tried closer only for Sentinel's fins to raise up and...

Requiem's voice does something, a ring... an energy like... a siren.

The face on his carrier, for his carrier to look at him like that... he had never seen his carrier look at him like that... fear...

Disbelief and alarm... and... was... was that disgust... on his carrier's face...?

Suddenly his carrier's voice blurred, as Requiem's tears flowed... a ringing in his finials as he sobbed. The horrible feeling of betrayal, of realization... 

Suddenly his carrier's voice was back again. Requiem's lips quivered, yet he felt numb and dread and everything negative at the same time—Before he spoke. His voice soft.

 "Goodbye carrier." 

Requiem within seconds, shoots out and away from Sentinel, out of their home. Requiem too scared to look back, to hear or see what his carrier had planned for him. He swims into the darkness, his skin turning into a shade of dark ink as he left his old life behind.

Years later. 

Schools of fish swim lazily in rows, fish that wouldn't handle the heavier pressure of the ocean dare to burrow down with an urge that matched with desperate hunger... the pressure beginning to crush their insides but they did not care. Not when the sound of what called to them demanded it.

At the bottom of the ocean floor, surrounded by holes and organized bones and jagged stone creating a territory. 

There was a calm eery silhouette at the center, tail unnaturally writhing as if ready to unbound at anytime, colors flashing as the mech at the bottom sung softly with fangs poking out. A lonely but full meal for tonight.

BAHHH IM DONE, FANFIC JUMPSCARE YAYAAAAAA ❤️

Let me know what your thoughts are nehehhe >:)

Mion. MION I AM SOOKISH. MION THIS IS AMAZING I AM SHAKING YOU BECAUSE AHH SENTINEL BEING SCARED OF HIS OWN SON, BEFORE REMEMBERING THAT THAT IS HIS SON, NO MATTER WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE NOW. BUT NOW HE BLEW IT. HE TRIES GOING AFTER HIM, BUT HE IS MUCH FASTER THEN HIM.

Was this karma of some kind? What did he do to deserve this, for his own kid to swim away from him in fear, what kind of carrier is he, when he fears his own son, he had felt disgust. He should of not felt that way. But he did.

This is what Optimus had felt that day. The day his little one went missing, the regret that you didn't do much, the regret of something you could of controlled to not let this happen.

Requiem how could he do that to his own son, his only son?

As for our boy, hes been making it alright, he's found his voice. But it's not the same anymore. Perhaps at night he goes out to look at the stars. Perhaps he watches a Girl around his age near the lighthouse sing out into the ocean, perhaps he has joined her once or twice, before dissapering into the fog so he isn't seen.

[timetravellingkitty]

hii i hope ur having a good day :3

ive been following u for a while but im too scared to not be anonymous lol

ive been thinking about going abroad for college because theres close to nothing for art students here but the amount of indian racism everywhere is freaking me out

if i stay here i feel like itll hurt my career and i really hate people treat any minority or anyone a little out of the norm and im so sick of being stared at everywhere and having a 7pm curfew in like all hostels while boys have a way later one. and afaik theres no way to get hrt or anything regarding that for trans or nb people? not too sure. ig im hoping leaving this country will let me be queer and figure my shit out a little. its all so unfair and idk how to deal tbh

anyway i think ur very funny and awesome yay

i dont really know why im saying this , you dont have to respond or anything

hello you have unlocked a kind of angst I usually keep to myself but I get you. sorry for doing this to your ask so ignore this if you want to

the thing is I sympathise with people aiming to leave india because there is genuinely not a lot of options for many reasons and the evergrowing vicious cycle (I'm sure you get what I'm referring to) it's that my attachment to this place that really prevents me from leaving. like even if I do go abroad for studies or anything I'd want to come back as soon as possible because when I was in the usa for almost 3 years as a child I missed india a lot but felt so bad about it because my home country was UNDERDEVELOPED and THIRD WORLD and of the GLOBAL SOUTH and MISOGYNISTIC and POOR meanwhile I was in america the most developed place on planet earth (lie). I think an adjacent identity crisis about being disconnected and being cognizant of how awful anti indian racism both irl and online is, is what can make lots of young privileged indian americans prone to uncritically flout around narratives about caste and religion just to resolve it

everything here is so unfair tbh the societal rot is so so sickening and suffocating and it is a driving factor behind a lot of people leaving cause of how unsafe this place is. I strongly believe no one should be forced to leave their home just to be safe. I'm privileged enough to get access to the means to leave india but the vast majority of indians aren't even close to and will most likely never be even close to this. going back to vicious cycle and whatnot - whatever I want to do, i want to do it here. whatever privilege I have insulates me from a lot and I don't want any of it nor do i want to be a part of said cycle. no matter how much I hate fascists and nationalists I love the rest of the population even more and I love this place as a home, as something that's familiar to me and as something that's me and mine wait who said that

so honestly? idk how to deal with this either. I do know that there's nowhere else I'd belong and I want to stay here but I don't know what and how to do what it is I want to do. I wish things went differently after we got free from british colonisation and that we fr acche se decolonised and all idk how to word this but I'm sure you get what I mean it's a kind of insane going from being violently exploited by britain to hindu fascism I don't like this cursed continuation chat

there's no loving the indian state for me tho idgaf about genocidaires and their lackies it's been mid from day ONE it's just getting so so much worse now

but uh tldr i lost the idgaf war and I'm making it your problem now because I don't just want things to get better for everyone here I also want to help make it better (because obviously one person will give us the revolution) so I feel you nonnie I hope you're staying awesome apologies for not having much hope to give you

edit: sorry I forgot to mention but I don't have a lot of advice about getting hrt, except that it's easier to get in urban areas and more varied, especially estradiol. transitioning in india is a on the harder side ofc but it is a possibility here. I hope this is of some use to you

[casperth3ghost]

"mundane hcs" but its acc just shit i do on a daily basis

ANYWAYS, a list of random things i do that i think tts & vat7k characters would do‼️(this is like most characters btw, like not js the main ones this is like as many as i can remeber and that fit with my self projection

lance will get home from the busiest day ever and the first thing he does is make himself a bowl of ice cream, no matter what hour of the day, he WILL have a bowl of ice cream

varian tries to brush his teeth twice a day but usually how it goes is he takes a shower and then lays and bed lying to himself like "yeah ill js rest my eyes for a couple minutes and then ill get up" and then he actually falls asleep, but every morning he brushes his teeth with no problems

eugene used to brag about how many cavities hed get until he had to take care of them and started missing when he didnt have any

rapunzel can be mid convo with somebody while texting them and then out of the blue just space out and like "huh..." when she realizes what js happened

cassandra and yong are both lactose intolerant but cass tries to take care of herself(she drinks almond milk & eats frozen yogurt which are 10/10 alternatives for non-lactose free items BTW) but yong just keeps eating everything and then wonders why he feel absolutely diobolical 10 mins later

catalina says shell start a book and then reads 1 page then forgets about it for around 3 months ans then remeber and the gets so focused on it no one knows if shes okay, angry does the same thing but with tv shows

nuru tends to not stop what shes doing to go pee so shes suffered the consequences(shes had a UTI before)

rapunzel, despite telling everyone around her to drink water, shes always suprisingly dehydrated

ulla will wake up at random times at night wondering why the fuck shes awake and then go right back to bed like nothing happened

donella has thought of multiple schemes to kill people but has decided that for her own good she will not commit any of them

quirin forgets to say please and thank you at restruants and then says them last minute and then gets so embarrassed and akward he will just flat out stop talking, he passed this onto varian who seems to suffer with this to even MORE extent bcuz he doesnt realize when someone is complimenting him so he'll just stare at them and then be liek "oh!! oh my gosh thank you!!" but the person already walked away and now he feels like an asshole

adira will wear the same pair of pants for 3 weeks straight w/o washing them bcuz she wears other pairs in between that pair so she has a pant cycle, but none of the pants get washed until she can acc smell like dog shit on them or smth and realizes just how morbidly gross they are

hector says hes a hopeless romantic but has never fallen in love a day in his life

donella knows every word to satisfied from hamilton but she literallt doesnt relate to angelica in any way, shape, or form

catalina is a shameless taylor swift fan

angry is a taylor fan but she will always refuse to admit it bcuz idk she feels ashamed

rapunzel will find a band that scratches her brain and listen to that band until it is literally impossible for her to do so anymore

cassandra loves fettuchini alfredo

king edmund is an accidental social butterfly

queen ariana had attempted to drown willow in a pool more times than she can count

kind fredric will butt into random convos if even just 1 word peaks his intrest

hugo knows how to crochet but never has enough money or motivation to actually make something even mildly useful

hugo is a "booktok" girly but he doesnt and never has had enough money to invest in the shit ton pile of books he wants

varian would rather go to a meuseum then lay in bed at his house

ulla would do cartwheels in an aquarium if she could w/o getting kicked out

cyrus says goodnight and goodbye to everyone but can never muster up to say "i love you" after just bcuz he thinks itll be too akward😓

amber is the type of gay girl to say "ewww lesbian/gay" to her friend/gf bcuz they say smth gay knowing she is just as queer

uhhhh thats all i can think of rn, but like this is mostly based off shit i do... so take all that as you will🤺‼️ ill post any art i decide to shit out in the next couple of days on here but also a reminder i am painfully active on pintrest so uhhh ya:3!! BTW most of these hcs are just stupid and for fun so like pls dont get offended and feel free to add on or give suggestions:3!!

[cottontailcadaver]

dearest tumblr..

should I introduce myself? should it matter?

I’m ashley, not leyley or ‘green’ ashley, JUST ashley. this is my shitty little tumblr blog, where I cant even agree with myself on a shitty username for this. I’m technically a fictive of ashley graves… but in an alternate universe? timeline? (swapgraves bullshit) whatever.

I’ve got my andrew already, and as usual he is a pain in the ass. from what I hear, thats the common interest between all andrews. I also have the other.. me. as a system mate, with her own blog, yada yada.

not to mention the leyley living rent free in our heads, begging for just five more years of attention. (itll be another lifetime worth)

I’m posting now because I’m… struggling. theres shit I still cant get over, cant stop thinking about every single time I smoke. and I’m not really a drinker, so what other vice do I get to enjoy?

either way, i’m here now so… welcome to my piece of shit hell hole on earth, that we call my tumblr blog. (name subject to change.. again) i’ll probably mostly post the inner-workings of my shitty brain. pick it at your leisure, but tell me about it later.

enjoy yourself <3

and try not to shit yourself when im missing im action for weeks at a time… im working on new sprites for me and andrew

[sammygender]

cycle of joining supernatural fandom

stage #1: see some funny posts abt it. reblog saying 'lol i dont go here but this is so funny'.

stage #2: start watching. have a hesitant favourite but really u like everyone :)

stage #3: follow some fandom blogs. usually the mainstream ones/the big ones, often who made the funny posts before.

stage #4: notice the fandom blogs have similar opinions which are kind of strange to you? you don't really understand how they could think this? but whatever, you've only just started the show. youre sure itll make sense later on.

stage #5: watch more. follow more blogs. read some fanfic. immerse yourself in the fandom.

stage #6: see a post from one of the original fandom blogs you followed. wow, now that youre actually IN this fandom, that take seems kind of weird. have a little unfollow spree.

stage #7: is it just me or is everyone in this fandom fucking stupid?

stage #8: delete all your reblogs from before you watched the show. post an angry vague about how stupid fans are and how they make so many false jokes that impact characterisation.

stage #9: gain followers from your post about how much you hate the mainstream fandom. yay. now you have mutuals who kind of agree with you.

stage #10: have 90% of the fandom blocked. start threatening to kill yourself if anyone in real life even mentions the show to you no matter what they say about it. write 10 feverish fanfictions in a row. none of them are good.

stage #11: you're not even that sure if you like this show anymore but you are never ever ever getting out of here alive.

[birdies-aus]

Okie dokie sending it here because idk why I'm nervous I just is lol but okay okay

Hot nights and Wally a walking furnace and Kori and alien I headcanon also overheats hence her outfits showing a bit more skin, and in the middle poor Dick is suffering but will not leave Bec he literally can't Wally is a octopus of a cuddler in his sleep he's trapped lol

Catboy Dickie Bec like, it so cute and Kori being a cat girl both just ugh!! So the braiding each other hair and adding bells and bows and Wally feeling left out being so sad so they do it to him.

Yuri times, cute little picnic dates??? In cute dresses??? And they're having fun??? Pog

Butch Kori and femme fem Dick, idk what to do more than I like it, and vise versa too if you enjoy differents

Only au of mine I'll add is Mei Dick and Kori are besties in it and still talk after Dick sold his soul to Lucifer, they still have frequent hangouts in a field of flowers even tho it doesn't exist anymore on earth, that's not a prompt tho just thought I tell ya because I'm rambling ahhhhhh

Protect the bird ^

And one angst prompt that been a fic in the making,,, Wally coming back from the mind trip of the speed force having to tell himself he's still here, and when the panic attack is coming on he called Dick to talk but.... He's off planet and he's about to lose it needing to talk to someone to tell him he's not on the speed force this ain't a trick.

And last idea, this is an au of mine but works with vampire king or reg vampire, Dick refusing to drink blood because he doesn't want to hurt his love ones but his two favorite gingers are trying to make him drink something because he needs to feed!!!

Okie dokie I go idk why I was nervous idk brain is being weird but uh yeah

Have a cookie 🍪 for putting up with this lol

out of all of these ideas my hands have given u butch4femme yuri dickkori doodle sluggy.. i used my friends ipad 4 this and on a sidenote i rlly hate using procreate lol

ANYWYAS ON TO THE ITHER THINGS YOUVE DROPPED FOR ME (i might doodle things 4 u more later just god my hands have not been working recently lol)

ill do a read more so i dont annoy anyone with long posts

i lobe the idea of both wally and kori running warm which is really nice for dick who gets cold easily- unless its in the summer somewhere where it gets like 100° but he still would never give up being able to cuddle his favorite people no matter how warm it gets trust trust meeee

Wally just pouts at catboy n catgirl dick n kori n then hes pulled into thwir little self care pile and he gets a little make over two- WHICH THE AFTER MATH WILL DEFINITELY BE SOMETHING I DRAW ACTUALLYYYYTT that sounds so cuute itll be its own post ill tag u in tho

okok but like my yuri cowgirl au but kori kidnaps her girls sometimes to take them out on a picnic date outside of town n sometimes it turns into a little-

williows never to be trusted with horse riding/steering bc she trues to go as fast as possible (without hurtting or straining the horse ofc) btw

Its a very common sight to see kori or willow dragging robin somewhere after catching her in rope btw its do silly in my head- its how they make sure shes taking care of herself and not getting caught up in mystery shenanigans

Aahhh kori n dick in ur mei au making flowercrowns togetherr hehe

kori n wally being over protective over their favorite birdd ♡♡♡♡

CRYINNGGF AT U FOR THE ANGST yk dick would panic when he gets home and hears a worrying voicemail from wallyyyyy sluggy pleaseee

ALSOOOO thats my favorite trooe in vampires but BUT ALAOSOOOO if wallys still a speedster hes like the best canidate for dick to drink blood from bc the guy would be able to replenish his blood quicker than a normal human meaning dick would be ablw to actually be full sometimes which would be very niceeeee-

[cupidthewriter]

Friendship and tragedy (mouthwashing, wicked, other drabble)

(contains spoilers for "7 days before the crash" Mouthwashing) Before anyone asks, yes, J*mmy is the worst, he is deplorable. He's irredeemable. This is about his friendship with Curly.

pls comment your thoughts!

TLDR: I feel guilty when I write j*mmy and curly as being close friends pre-game events, bc he doesn't look 100% evil in Curly's eyes, even tho thats literally a major plot point in the game beyond the Anya related storyline. The Fact They're BEsties Matters.

Okay so im writing mouthwashing fanfic right now, but i also saw wicked recently and my whole youtube was filled with it. I've seen some stuff about both and so i wanted to write (this is not about a wicked au. this is about friendship as an element in the story)

there was a video by nique marina (love her btw) where she was remarking that everyone was acting like Glinda was a fake friend. It's easy to say that, yeah, but the fact of the matter is that they WERE best friends, and they DID love one another. That's what makes it a tragedy.

if they didn't actually care about one another, the tragedy is only shared between the audience and character, rather than the characters with one another. it removes a huge chunk of valuable context.

Now, onto Mouthwashing.

I do this thing where I write down every bit of dialogue from games when I'm writing fic because I want to use the scenes in my writing. Can't do the scene without the dialogue, right? I also read a lot of fanfiction. Reading makes me a better writer, I feel!

Anyway I was writing the transcript for the whole "7 days before the crash" chapter, and some of the dialogue that curly has reminds me of how I talk with my friends. Hearing that they said something ridiculous, laughing, and teasing them about it later.

"horses? HAH-" *later* "so tell me abt these horses. is this a RECENT development or were u just BORN a bronie?? LMAO" Like TELL ME that is not absolutely best friend behavior.

And I was like, yeah, curly cares about J*mmy. He talks like that. but then i was forced to write down Jim's dialogue, and I realized their conversations in general- pre crash, of course- were those of good friends. its hard to write that though, because "how could jimmy have any good moments at all" he doesnt, but like noticing his friend isnt doing okay, joking around, being emotionally intelligent enough to come up with "why does it feel like youre stuck somewhere? something wrong?" feet in cement, yada yada.

Honestly J*mmy is emotionally intelligent (he has to be, to be as manipulative as he is) and he's delusional. SO he probably thinks he's a great friend, and cares about Curly a lot.

The fact they were friends, and probably best friends (and both thought of the other as one of their closest friends) matters They were friends, and it matters! its sadder if theyre friends! its more tragic if theyre friends!

But i feel like I can't write them as being as close as they probably were because itll look like i'm writing Jimmy in a positive light (because its from Curly's POV before the Tulpar). I mean, I'm going to write him however I want, but I thought this was an interesting conversation topic. and i kind of really miss my own best friend right now.