#Concentration Challenge

[wickedzeevyln]

Where My Attention Shouldn’t Be

Hey Attention! Where on earth do you think you are going? Off somewhere, I see. Leaving me here on my own, stuck with questions people want me to answer. Where is your mind? They ask. Hate to say it, but he is wandering out there while I’m here working wondering what I am doing. Remember the glasses I bought? I threw it in a garbage can while you are off somewhere flirting with ideas and…

[cheralith]

in cannibal!au, reo, although not a cannibal himself, runs an organization in the black market dedicated to serving flesh and meat of discarded bodies to those who can't afford rehab but still have the desire to eat flesh.

usually it's the bodies from mortuaries and outside morgues, but sometimes they're fresh kills from those who conspire against his company. those he'll sometimes feed to nagi, his partner-in-crime and the one usually responsible for killing them.

your clinic secretly conspires with them in an effort to get some spare limbs for patients, since the prices to gain them from hospitals are rising and you don't want to up your service prices when rehab is already so expensive to an already-marginalized group.

[noirbunnydeluxe]

Day 18: Doing something together.

Kai needs to practice his blue fire. 🔥🔵

(I really needed to practice dialogues)

[jilllovesmike]

[a-leg-without-fear]

Sneak Peek🩸🌧️

this is a sneak peek of my HUGE fic coming out on halloween!!!

Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader🩸

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 507

Warnings: choking, blood, violence, mind control, knives

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

The hedges rustled a few yards away. You froze in place, heart beating a mile a minute. Your knees audibly clicked as you crouched against the hedge. Wincing quietly, you kept your attention focused on the source of the noise. Whatever it was, whether it be friend or foe, it was growing closer. Animalistic grunts and snuffles filtered through the gaps in the bushes. Your knife, with the blood filled pommel, was nearly silent as you slid it free from its sheath. The steel blade glinted silver in the moonlight. You gripped it tight in your fist. Adrenaline pumped under your skin as you readied for the creature just on the other side of this hedge. Another grunt, almost pained, came from around the bend as the leaves rustled against your back. The sound reached you like a coughed groan. It was strange, but it almost sounded... familiar? A thick, leather boot planted in the mud to your right. You plastered yourself to the hedge, making your body as small as possible, as you peered up at the owner of the boot through wide eyes. Dark hair coated its head in styled tufts. Narrowed, almost feral eyes surveyed the space across from you. Pointed canines poked out over a wary grimace. Logan. It was Logan! He was a little roughed up, suit tattered and stained with God knew what, but he was alive. Unharmed, breathing, shadow looming over you like a tall mountain. "Hey!" you whisper-shouted, using the hedge to pull you to your feet. Relief flooded your mind like a summer breeze. You weren't alone anymore. Logan and you could work together to find an exit, reach the others, and get the hell out of here. You squeaked when a thick hand wrapped around your throat. The digits dug painfully into your sensitive skin, blocking your airways, making you grip desperately at Logan's sleeve. A second hand joined the first. Sharp branches dug into your exposed skin as he pushed you against the hedge. His eyes... How had you not noticed before? The usual hazel gleam was clouded in murky white. All life and laughter was devoid from his furious glare. Logan snarled, grip impossibly tightening on your neck. "Logan! Please!" you wheezed breathlessly. Your poor, overworked lungs shriveled inside your chest. The edges of your vision started to fade. In a last ditch effort, you swung the knife still in your hand. The blade sliced through the flesh of his face. Blood shot from the wound in thick spurts as he lurched away. Crisp air filled your mind with clarity as you heaved, Logan's hands clutching at where the tip of his nose used to be. "I'm sorry," you rasped, voice nothing more than a cough. The Wolverine straightened to his full height. He towered over you, head tilted as he cracked his neck, flesh filling itself in record time. Every bit the terrifying predator that lurked deep in his subconscious. As soon as his lifeless eyes fell open, there was no evidence of your attack. Just a splash of crimson below his left, white eye.

i'm so fricking excited for this fic. y'all have NO idea. SO MUCH WORK has gone into this. hours of research, planning, drafting, editing, making a COVER. i'm SO frickin proud of it :)

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[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

one of the delights of writing your characters into a large family is that you can't simply say, "What's her relationship with this daughter, and what's his relationship with that son?" and be done with it, because even though we use that shorthand in our own lives, none of those relationships exist in a vacuum. the dynamic between the second son and the youngest daughter affects the dynamic between the mother and the firstborn. the way the two parents interact informs the interactions of the siblings who witness it versus the siblings who don't, and so forth. every member of the family is always creating one another.

[alexturntable]

Charles was the one who suggested throwing the paper airplanes in the paddock

[heyitsburtburt]

Minecraft Christmas Build Advent Day 10

Not much to report from today... probably because I have to be up early tomorrow for something. Here's a progress picture of the tree.

I was going to build more but a creeper ended up blowing up part of the supply chest next to the tree and destroying all the supplies. WTF...

Scene of the crime -_-

[what-bot]

I decided to do a quick Blorbos of the Year board. You may notice some patterns.

(The two dudes in the middle right are my OCs who have each been intermittent blorbos since their creation but they couldn’t be on the whole chart now could they)

[mondo-tastic]

Do they match eachothers freak

[cottonfluffswirl]

Alright everybody let's punch this moon

[kaz-oooo]

Two of my neighbours are blasting music RN and trying to overpower each other >:(

I like both their music tastes (which is an improvement from the usual techno doof doof that usually gets played at full volume by neighbours) but You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys and More Than A Feeling - Boston don’t sound that great layered on top of each other.

So much *noise* I’m feeling ver’ whelmed!!

[bywandandsword]

I'm listening to the Red Dragon audiobook, and the one thing I take issue with is that the narrator gives every other southerner an accent, but not Will Graham. None of the adaptations give him an accent. The man grew up poor in rural Louisiana and spent the first part of his career in New Orleans! He's gonna have some sort of accent!

He can be brilliant profiler that Hannibal is interested in or in love with and be a southerner with a southern accent, I promise!

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(remus lupin would fail the ketchup on the counter “challenge”)

[mitamicah]

I need to think out loud - feel free to ignore

[magpiesbones]

worst thing about being disabled is that now I am fully and completely aware of exactly how much I am worth to everyone I know. And it is not a lot!!