#i'll be here to write today later

[insurged]

the person i will become when all for one gets animated with his face back.....

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Severance AU: Get me out of here.

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : memories

[sheila--e]

THE GANG IS ALL HERE!! finally made some very plain reference images for these idiots... They're all in a punk band called 3 De Trébol that Ace founded :3 i'm so excited to finally get to introduce them!!!!jejej I've been thinking about them for a really long time... I'll probably talk more about them in the future jejj :3

[flowerakatsuka]

i took this screenshot while watching sakura yesterday bc i liked the lighting and pose, but it's been on my mind all freaking day. the reason why kara's the only one still fucking around & drinking with his biker buddies is because that phone call he ran to get was a rejection. he tried to find something to do to help out, but failed. he struggled to find work back in s1, too, so it makes me wonder if he seemed to give up bc he doubted if he could actually land a job like his brothers...

[cupcakewebkinz]

HELP YOUR SHELLVISION FANFICS ARE SO ADORABLE WHATTT- i absolutely LOVEEE the way you write them in wholesome scenarios oh my god i literally re-read them all so many times already... Just wanted to ask how come you never upload your fanfics on AO3?

AAAA THANK YOU I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVE THEM!!! ♡♡

I also only don't post them on AO3 because I have genuinely no idea what I'm doing when it comes to AO3, I've never used it before. I have an account I think? But I just... Don't know what I'm doing. I was a Wattpad child I'm sorry 😔

BUT!!! ONCE I FIGURE IT OUT!!! I'm going to post my fics on there AND here because I genuinely respect the fact that people prefer AO3 and I want to make my fics readable for everyone interested.

Just gimme time and I'm sure I'll figure it out, but for now it's oneshots on Tumblr only hahaha

[face-breaker]

oh yeah i got a new job :')

[rapono-writes-stuff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Lethal Company (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bracken | Flower Man (Lethal Company) & Reader Characters: Reader, Bracken | Flower Man (Lethal Company), Employees (Lethal Company) Additional Tags: inspired by a tumblr post, Unusual monster behavior, Horror, somber, Hurt/Comfort, Giving Up, I'm back on my bullshit (positive), lethal company is not immune to my tropes, being hunted by the Bracken is terrifying and that's why I love them, ambiguous ending Summary:

You're alone in the abanonded darkness, aimlessly searching, when it finds you. There's hands around your neck, and you know there's no use in fighting them.

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*whips* 

Hey guess who's not dead (and went to therapy!)

[capriciouswriter207]

Hermit-a-Day May

Day 0 - Moontower Falls Prelude

The fall of the Moontower marked the beginning of the End.

It stood tall for as long as anyone in Hermiton could remember. Nobody truly knew which company or government department worked in its offices, but it always appeared well-kept, and people were spotted walking in and out.

Its collapse came unannounced. It toppled over, its weight crushing the buildings in its path. Many people, both inside the tower and outside, were assumed missing. More were assumed dead. Those who survived fled, though few remain. Few, who were drawn to the strange rifts that have appeared in town, its purple energy often flaring up. Few, who had to contend with strange dark elongated creatures that had started to roam the streets. Few, who wished to be reunited with friends or family, or who wished to solve this mystery.

The ruins of the Moontower remain. The ruins of the buildings it had destroyed and the strange occurrences near these places remain. Those few survivors who chose to stay each have their reason, and perhaps they get more than they bargained for.

[immobiliter]

my account has been an avenpaz sweep lmao

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

{randomly thinking about this comment from a reblog of one of the caps I’ve posted on my other blog— because honestly, it’s still great lol}

and ngl, since getting the reblog with these tags-- i've thought about it a fair few times, especially whenever there's been ship potential cooking with this boi where the above feels relevant again X'D

[akqrus]

It's always #kaitalks, but never #kaiwrites or #kaidraws...

[reminiscentrainclouds]

You guys ever feel trapped? Yea I'm well-acquainted with the feeling of being trapped.

[margindoodles2407]

Flatline (Tumblr Edition)

@seeking-elsewhither (get ready for a long post because this has two chapters >:D )

(By the way. The divider I used is credit of @djarrex. Thank you :D)

Summary:

That's it, it's split, it won't recover Just frame the halves and call them brothers -Regina Spektor, "Call them Brothers"

It is a terrible thing indeed, that the steady pulse of a heartbeat can sound so much like the ticking of a bomb.

Chapter One

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

This is a rhythm that he’s more than used to. This is the rhythm he’s known every night since the first night out of his shared growth jar. This is the rhythm of safety, of security, of everything will be alright, because you’re here with me. 

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It’s a rhythm as sure as the fingers curled in his hair, as the hand clasped in his own, as the head on his shoulder and the soft, steady breath against his neck. It’s the rhythm in his blood and in his bones and in his dreams. It’s the rhythm, he’s sure, that he needs to survive.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It’s the rhythm that usually lulls him to sleep, that wraps around him like a blanket and keeps him in the safety of his slumber until the morning. Usually.

Not tonight.

Thud. Thud. Thud Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. InhaleExhale.

Something’s off. A dull, creeping sense of something is going to go horribly wrong. A sense of all is not well. A sense that this will be the last time in this life that he ever knows this rhythm.

Thud Thud Thud Thud

Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale

His brother shifts. Stirs. Mumbles something. His eyelids flutter. He’s on the verge of waking up.

ThudThudThudThud

InhaleExhaleInhaleExhale

There is silence, for just a moment; the kind of silence he knows from Kamino. The kind of silence that comes just before the peal of thunder. The kind of silence in which all he can hear is the rhythm that has been thrown so out of balance.

THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD

INHALEEXHALEINHALEEXHALE-

“Attention. All men to leave for the Citadel mission, please report to hangar 13-B. Hangar 13-B. Over.”

The rhythm stops. It does not come crashing to a halt, and it does not sputter and die away like a failing engine.

It simply cuts out as his brother awakes, and sits up, and runs a hand over his face and through his curls before turning to face him with a grin.

“That’s us, Ech. You ready?”

(The rhythm is gone. It’s never coming back.)

“As I’ll ever be.”

Chapter Two

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It’s strange, isn’t it. For him to have known this rhythm his whole life, from his earliest memories until now. It’s been the constant soundtrack to his entire existence. 

Thing is, it’s always been a duet.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

He… hasn’t slept. Not in the days since they got back. Not that he particularly wants to, though- because every time he closes his eyes he sees the conflagration, he hears the crash of the explosion and the rush of the flames and his own horrible scream of anguish and despair, and to be quite frank, he’d rather deal with the dull aching gnaw of fatigue than face the black hole of grief yawning in his chest and threatening to drown him.

(He’d rather go sleepless than face the fact that he almost wouldn’t care if it did.)

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

There’s a datapad clutched to his chest, and it might be his only life preserver.

(Personally, I like that it’s so quiet. I can catch up on the Reg Manuals.)

Thud Thud. Thud Thud.

Inhale Exhale. Inhale Exhale.

His vision swims. The Rishi moon must have been a lifetime ago- back when they were fresh off Kamino, heads full of dreams and grand aspirations of heroism. Stupid dreams, he bites out. War doesn’t make heroes. It just makes corpses. It just makes corpses out of everyone you love.

( If you want to be the best, you’ve gotta think like the best. And I’m thinking like an ARC Trooper.

ARC Troopers follow orders.

Care to repeat that, Echo? )

Thud Thud. Thud. Thud-

Inhale. Exhale Inhale. Exhale-

ARC Trooper, he snarls. That’s me. ARC 27-5555. Big fancy title and everything, for a job that just means you get to stand aside as your brothers die. You proud of me, Hevy? You proud of me for letting our little brother down --

Thud- Thud Thud Thud-

Inhale Exhale Inhale- Exhale-

“ARC Troopers follow orders,” kriff, Ech, if that’s true then why couldn’t you just get to the ship like you were supposed to–

(You left a man behind! You broke rule Number One.)

Thud- Thud Thud Thud-

Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale

The cot is so cold. So empty and cold. Like the black hole.

Thud- Thud Thud- Thud-

Inhale Exhale In- In- In--

He drowns.

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care