#itching to get back to that one

[lollitree]

Finally got everything together for mine and @purrlstar 's webtoon contest entry!!

We've been working on this for like a year now so give it a look!!

[croquettish]

KCD Memes

[rasoyas]

🧪 guess who's back, back again... 🤖

thank you to all who voted in my gameplay poll! 💚 pipes & fluxy are ready to take on the globetrotter challenge all thanks to your help! i've reformatted it a little so that they can end their journey by starting the occult legacy challenge in strangerville, and i can't wait to take you on this lil adventure with them!

[missescalientee]

The past JD ex's who got back together with him club. I feel like they'd have a lot to talk about

Freesia is @zivazivc

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[muffinlance]

Everyone in house sick, baby awake screaming every half hour last night, brain no good for Serious Face writing, SEND AVATAR WRITING PROMPTS PLZ

k lov you bye

[khaoala]

so? are we supposed to live like this until we die?

KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON episode 1 of THE HEART KILLERS

[simandy]

TICKS ON MY VERY BEAUTIFUL FLUFFY SON.

[ranilla-bean]

When they peeled the spacesuit off him, they’d found his body bleeding and bruised, a rib or two cracked. His room was now stuffed full, dangling charms and baskets of fruit, silk sachets of strong smelling herbs, wind chimes tinkling in the chill breeze on the balcony: the well-wishes of everyone on the planet who loved him. Like this, it was hard to stay angry at him for long. Sokka was determined to try.

in chapter 6 of the mercy of magpies, zuko's brush with death has sokka Big Mad

now go and stand in AWE at the incredible art created by thee one and only the unstoppable @ashcremated 🫰

read from the start

[iceclew]

Did I accidently write more than just a few lines of dialogue for this scene?... *shyly fumbling with fingers* 🥹👉👈 maybe...

Sorry, I suck at words and this isn't betaread nor properly proofread and I am not native english, I'm very sorry in advance...

full story down below

(Chappel Roan - Love me Anyway)

(Benson Boone - Slow it Down)

"VICE-CAPTAIN!!!!"

The tiny moving plush-like thing in his hand apparently started screaming as well now.

"WHY ALWAYS MEEE!?!?"

What looked like the chibi mini-version of the Defence Force's biggest trump card, struggled to hold on his thumb, kicking around those little feet of his.

"Well, now I'm quite curious abut THAT story..."

"I CAN'T TURN BACK AND I AM T I N Y !!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )"

"I see that... How'd you even get in here?"

Tiny #8 stopped fidgeting a bit. Instead two unproportionally big round dark eyes goggled at him. It was undeniably adorable to look at. "Well after THIS happened, I couldn't grab my phone on the table anymore, so I ran around to find someone, but I figured Narumi and Kikoru would very likely take advantage of my situation and do something stupid with me."

"Oh yeah, they definitely would and I get why, honestly."

"So I ran around to find you, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG THE 1st DIVISION IS, WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS, OK?! And then I saw the slightly opened window and just crawled in... ༼☯﹏☯༽"

"Wait... you know where my temporary place in the 1st Division is located? Why?"

"....Coincidence? (*ﾟｰﾟ) "

He sighed. "Well just when you think you saw everything...Kafka Hibino enters the stage..."

"SIR, WHAT SHOULD I DO?? WHY ARE THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPENING TO ME??"

"you really want me to answer that, bud?", he barely tried to hide the undertone of his voice, which left the small creature on the palm of his hand baffled for a second.

"Wha-? HEY, MEAN!! What are you on about!?"（＞д＜）

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know STOP CHANGING in general, like I told you f.ex.. or maybe stick to your training routine without going OVERBOARD on a regular basis? How 'bout that?"

The big dark round eyes got even bigger with every word spoken.

"Yeah, don't look at me like that, I might coincidently got wind of stuff, you know?"

His unexpectedly open and emotional response threw Kafka off. For a second he forgot about his *tiny* main problem, his mind jumped between confused and worried and he couldn't comprehend with his reaction for now. After some awkward seconds in silence, Hoshina's tone grew significantly calmer, but still sort of off to his usual self-assured expression. "Well at least this time you're actually telling me about stuff that bothers you, huh?"

Silence again. While hanging from the palm of his Vice-Captain's hand Kafka realized something (besides his size) was different. His senses grew more aware of his surroundings to find answers.

"Are... are you drunk, sir?"

Besides the slight scent of alcohol in the air, and the - well quite obvious - bottle of sake on the table, the startled twitch on his face confirmed Kafka's guess was right. Other than the sake the only other thing on the table were some snacks. Another odd thing to Kafka, who was used to see Hoshina's surroundings stuffed with documents, loose papers, books and other work related things.

The silence lingered around them uncomfortably. To Kafka's suprise Hoshina was seemingly struggling with words. A look on his face Kafka couldn't remember seeing before. Now his mind definitely jumped to 'worried'.

Hoshina tried to mimic an insulted face and looked away. "A little tippsy at most... I'm off-duty for tonight.." Besides the slightly blushed nose and cheeks, Kafka now noticed some dark circles under red eyes. "..and despite my gut telling me better, I assumed I probably won't be needed anymore today, and that I could hang loose a little. It's not my Division after all, there's another Captain and Vice-Captain in charge here. So I might as well make use of that chance... Should have known, it would end up that way or another.. " He smiled a bit and Kafkas felt like his heart clenching from the sight. "Although I definitely should have placed my bet on YOU to be the reason for that." He chuckled lightly, while his expressions grew somewhat softer.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Nah, it's fine. As if I didn't get used to your-"

"I never put much thought to it, but ever since the Defence Force started preparing for the big counter attack on #9 your workload must've at least doubled in the 3rd and 1st Division.. and here I am still taking over the rest of your time as well..."

"Don't like where this is going, officer... You're not starting pitying me, are ya?"

"No I-...I just feel like.. I didn't realize, and there for not appreciated your work enough.." Silence. "And also.." The tiny kaiju had his look glued to the floor in front of him for a while now. "I know you told me to brush it off earlier but,... I truly regret ... not telling you about... #8 n'stuff.. I'm sorry... I'd change that if I could.."

A small plushy-sized Kaiju was gently put back on the ground again. Hoshina scratched his nose for a second, before bending far back to the other side of the room. He grabbed for his smartphone that was burried in piles of carelessly pushed aside documents.

"As I said. You're here now, aren't ya?" When he got his phone he chose to stay laid down on the floor and started typing something on the lightened screen.

A tiny transformed Kafka carefully made his way around and walked up on eye-level with Hoshina's face again. Once again overwhelmed by his current state of being, he let himself fall back on the floor and sat on the ground. "So... what should I do?"

"The first thing WE do is trying to make some calls. But since you seem to be in no life-threatening condition, we might have to wait 'till tomorrow for a first medical examination. If that's the case you'll stay, and I get you down to the lab first thing in the morning."

"Wait!" The tiny Kaiju made a suprisingly far jump right up to Hoshina's chest and pressed the (for him very big) red hang-up button on the screen with both paws. "You're right about that, I won't die this second from being tiny, so we might as well wait for tomorrow."

The questioning look on the opposite's face made a tiny Kafka look away and scratch his neck shyly. "Well, since you're ... I dunno,... I feel like, I can't have you be seen d-dru- .. like this by other officials of the 1st Division, b-because of me..."

A finger poked his forehead, which caused a tiny being like him to fall right back landing on warm soft fabric of Hoshina's shirt.

"Idiot. But you might be right about that."

[assassin-artist]

you'll never guess what ive been getting into lately

[burning-academia-if]

Someone put Burning Academia on the Visual Novel Database????

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🌑 HighsThat Hollow You: The Surfs That Steals Our Streets

A reflection inspired by Corner Life

By Carlos Dávila Medina

In every corner of every city, there’s a hush.

A deal made in silence.

A young soul leaning over a flame, chasing something that won’t last.

And the world turns away—until it’s too late.

They call them surfs now.

Little baggies. Shiny capsules. Crushed dreams in powder form.

They’ve got names that sound like music—Perk, Molly, K2, Lean, Trank, Xanny.

But make no mistake—these aren’t highs.

These are hollows in disguise.

🧪 The Different Types of “Surfs” Today:

Fentanyl & Perks (Percocet) – Painkillers turned poison. One line too deep and the heart forgets how to beat.

K2/Spice – Synthetic weed laced with chemicals. You smoke a hit and sometimes never come back the same.

Xanax & Benzos – Anxiety killers turned dream killers. You float for a while—until your life drowns.

Lean (Codeine + Soda) – That purple drank? It numbs the mind. Slows the soul.

Meth & Crack – Still lurking. Still deadly. Turning brilliance into bones.

Tranq (Xylazine) – Flesh-eating, soul-stealing. You don’t get high. You get haunted.

And then there’s the hybrids.

Kids mixing uppers and downers, chasing a balance they’ll never find.

Not realizing these cocktails often come with a funeral.

🕯️ The Real Effect:

Drugs don’t just steal your body.

They rob your mother of her laughter.

They turn your sister into a stranger.

They put your name on a t-shirt and call it a memory.

They take the brightest minds,

the funniest dudes,

the warmest girls—

and leave behind shadows that smell like regret.

💔 The Street Don’t Love You

They’ll hype you up to try it.

Say you gotta stay numb to survive.

Say it’s just to “take the edge off.”

But what they won’t tell you is:

The edge you’re running from might be the only part of you still real.

You were born for more than this.

You are not meant to dissolve.

You are meant to rise.

🧿 A Poetic Truth from the Block

I’ve seen boys fly high,

only to fall with no wings,

chasing clouds that never rained

and waking up inside their own funeral.

But I’ve also seen healing—

the kind that breaks before it builds.

So if you’re reading this…

you’re still alive.

And that means you still get to choose.

📖 Corner Life

 was written for them.

For the boys who never had a father to tell them no.

For the girls who escaped through smoke.

For the ones who lost a friend to a bad bag and still carry their name in their heart.

This book isn’t fiction. It’s a mirror—

and sometimes, the truth in it hurts.

But sometimes, that pain is what saves you.

👉🏽 Read the story. Feel the weight. Find the hope.

Purchase Corner Life here

Source: 🌑 HighsThat Hollow You: The Surfs That Steals Our Streets

[fidgetspringer-art]

hi hello. can you catch me up on the oc lore

Since I've gained like a LOT of followers since the last time I did a lore summary, I'll happily do another!

First off though, here is Martin's character profile and Noah's character profile. Those have got the basics about the two of them, and I have a summary for how they met and how their relationship develops right here.

But since i've also brought up Gabriel a lot lately, and plan on mentioning him more, i'll give a little info dump on his relationship with Noah under the cut:

I plan on making Gabe his own character profile in a bit, so i'll go more into detail about him then, but basically he's Noah's oldest and best friend.

Their mothers were also best friends and they were born only a few months apart, so they've been together since before they knew how to walk pretty much.

Noah was a preacher's daughter so they went to church together. They also went to school together and drove their teachers mad if they were sat too close in class.

I touch on the subject of Noah falling in with a bad crowd as a teenager in his profile, but i'm not sure i've gone into much detail on that, it's important to his and Gabe's relationship though.

The short version is that Noah gets tempted into hanging with a guy who's a couple years older than them, called Marcus. Gabriel, always the one trying to keep Noah out of trouble, ends up getting dragged into this group with him.

Marcus makes Noah think he's the leader of their little crew, but basically all he is is Marcus' scapegoat. Marcus would get them all into trouble, and because Noah was the preacher's kid he'd pin the blame on him because he figured he'd get off easier than the rest of them.

In the end though, Gabriel manages to make Noah see how fucked up their situation is (after they both get a pretty bad scare), and the two of them try to distance themselves from the group, eventually getting out of that life.

Noah goes off on his own, and Gabriel becomes a decently successful tattoo artist who owns the flat above his studio.

Their current day relationship is that Gabriel tries to live the life he's worked hard to build for himself, while having the constant reminder of his old life (Noah) stumble in through his door every few months, drunk, beat to hell or straight up just sick.

Noah always jokingly says that in another world it would have been the two of them together. They're pretty much soulmates in every way that matters. With the way things turned out though, all Noah ever tolerates are quick visits and quick fucks to scratch the itch before he's off again.

The two of them keep up their little friends with benefits things way after Martin and Noah start their years long routine of dancing around each other. Even after Noah stops sleeping around with strangers, he comes back to Gabriel when he feels the need to.

Basically he's one more person Noah has wrapped around his little finger.

[sysig]

Maybe requestober prompt of soft?

Day 5 - Pile o' plushies

[hayaku14]

*looks at all my open ksn fic tabs* he he guys should i *tucks hair behind ear* reread safety net for the nth time he he he

[alexjcrowley]

The Hobbit or Bilbo Baggins's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Not At All Fun Steppe Vacation

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🌑 HighsThat Hollow You: The Surfs That Steals Our Streets

A reflection inspired by Corner Life

By Carlos Dávila Medina

In every corner of every city, there’s a hush.

A deal made in silence.

A young soul leaning over a flame, chasing something that won’t last.

And the world turns away—until it’s too late.

They call them surfs now.

Little baggies. Shiny capsules. Crushed dreams in powder form.

They’ve got names that sound like music—Perk, Molly, K2, Lean, Trank, Xanny.

But make no mistake—these aren’t highs.

These are hollows in disguise.

🧪 The Different Types of “Surfs” Today:

Fentanyl & Perks (Percocet) – Painkillers turned poison. One line too deep and the heart forgets how to beat.

K2/Spice – Synthetic weed laced with chemicals. You smoke a hit and sometimes never come back the same.

Xanax & Benzos – Anxiety killers turned dream killers. You float for a while—until your life drowns.

Lean (Codeine + Soda) – That purple drank? It numbs the mind. Slows the soul.

Meth & Crack – Still lurking. Still deadly. Turning brilliance into bones.

Tranq (Xylazine) – Flesh-eating, soul-stealing. You don’t get high. You get haunted.

And then there’s the hybrids.

Kids mixing uppers and downers, chasing a balance they’ll never find.

Not realizing these cocktails often come with a funeral.

🕯️ The Real Effect:

Drugs don’t just steal your body.

They rob your mother of her laughter.

They turn your sister into a stranger.

They put your name on a t-shirt and call it a memory.

They take the brightest minds,

the funniest dudes,

the warmest girls—

and leave behind shadows that smell like regret.

💔 The Street Don’t Love You

They’ll hype you up to try it.

Say you gotta stay numb to survive.

Say it’s just to “take the edge off.”

But what they won’t tell you is:

The edge you’re running from might be the only part of you still real.

You were born for more than this.

You are not meant to dissolve.

You are meant to rise.

🧿 A Poetic Truth from the Block

I’ve seen boys fly high,

only to fall with no wings,

chasing clouds that never rained

and waking up inside their own funeral.

But I’ve also seen healing—

the kind that breaks before it builds.

So if you’re reading this…

you’re still alive.

And that means you still get to choose.

📖 Corner Life

 was written for them.

For the boys who never had a father to tell them no.

For the girls who escaped through smoke.

For the ones who lost a friend to a bad bag and still carry their name in their heart.

This book isn’t fiction. It’s a mirror—

and sometimes, the truth in it hurts.

But sometimes, that pain is what saves you.

👉🏽 Read the story. Feel the weight. Find the hope.

Purchase Corner Life here

Source: 🌑 HighsThat Hollow You: The Surfs That Steals Our Streets