#VERSE. [ Recovery. ]

[whumpacabra]

A character waking up in bed, groggy and confused. They keep trying to turn off the alarm clock beside them - not realizing they’re in a hospital, and the alarm is sounding because something is wrong.

[kikinoir777]

Gaslight Glow

Your charisma ignited something within me— warmth and safety, something I'd never had. Love, I called it. But nothing lasts forever, not even a polished facade. You had me there— your glow a lie, a mask, a deceptive cloak. A flicker of cloaked anger creeping in with every word of disdain, fear taking hold in my mind. Each whispered doubt echoed louder, twisting the truth I once knew. Your words are barbed wire, tangling in my mind, leaving scars not even I can see. Unseen wounds whisper in the dark, shaping silhouettes into doubts. The mirror reflects a cloaked figure, cracks weaving lies through its fractured face. When I reach out, the mirror shatters into murmurs, each shard holding a different truth. Ghastly visions waver, dancing in the reflections of each broken fragment. Effortless whispers drift through my reflection, reshaping my reality. My soul’s light glimmers, about to dim. You’ve tried to snuff it out, deepening the darkness I fought so hard to crawl out of. But my soul’s light refuses to fade, flickering defiantly against the darkness you cast. But I endure— hope rising within me, evoking courage amidst your malevolent phantoms. I emerge from that darkness. I pick up a shard of that broken mirror. My soul shines through, radiating strength and resilience. Your influence begins to wither. Clarity deepens, truth taking root. I reclaim my narrative— verity anchoring the foundation I fought for. I stand unbroken, a warrior, shattering your facade and reclaiming truth.

[flowerhoundart]

wrote a poem for the first time in a while. reflections on substance use & escapism

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

i dislike the idea that elwing needs to forgive the sons of feanor or at least no longer be angry at them for her to heal and find peace in valinor. she can absolutely do both those things, and build a good life with the family she has, while still completely despising them for ruining her life twice

[contentment-of-cats]

Mindstream

Oh, younger me as you skip down the concrete steps Your hand glides along the rail You look at older me moving so cautiously. Step by careful step with the memory of broken bones I go Younger me, you do not know it is coming Youthful eyes see but don't comprehend The brain knows but does not understand For you it will surely be different Yet all of us get to the front of the line All of us go through the doors They close and there is no returning Mortality is unforeseen An accident An illness It is sudden and merciless and senseless. Not this. Not this.

I look at my oldself as my eyes widen in wonder and consternation.

Am I the grasshopper who thought summer was forever? Or am I the ant who thought she understood winter? Both are the same in not understanding the impersonal whiteness. Seeing the beauty but never seeking the bite of cold.

I savor the days and follow the warmth of them as a sunflower turns her face to the sun.

"Your worst day alive is better than your best day dead."

I want to say I understand now, but keeping in mind my younger me, perhaps I do not.

[divinecraftcreations]

Galatians Bible journaling notes

[mannequinentity]

Most lonely aspect is others trying to understand why they're like this, or why they're having a difficult time in society.

Circumstances that are out of their control. It's just that they have to tolerate external forces that are not of this realm. Balancing out as puppets with limited freedom and the constant paranoia of what they can do to them, with added stress of making it through day to day life. Of course, it adds a toll.

And i'm surprised Manny hasn't completely lost his marbles. Well, he sorta is with the amount of garbled mess he spouts out, but least he's not hurting anybody. It's more hard to discover why he's like this. Masakatsu? There is potential for people to pick apart the layers, the subtle hints that he's not in a place of safety and needs to get away from his master with or without help. He has many reasons to be scared, and the obstacles to hop over is strenuous to pull the tape from his mouth, more so a hand covering it from saying anything.

They already accept that not everything will be understood from others, and need to manage that lonesome atmosphere.

[epitomees]

She has not even made it to the stairs and has fallen asleep in the lobby...on the carpeted floor...

...in her school clothes...

[careol]

@unheald said: ❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜ - from sophia

               it   hadn’t   exactly   been   carol’s   choice,   but   she   understands.      there   had   been   no   knowing   if   carol   would   have   made   it   back,   in   fact   she   almost   hadn’t   tried.      she   had   intended   to   stay   away   because   it   was   clear   no   one   wanted   her,   that   she   was   viewed   as   dangerous.      even   if   it   was   just   one   mans   opinion   (   that   she   knew   of   )   it   didn’t   stop   that   doubt   from   creeping   in.      when   she   saw   the   smoke   though,   she   knew   she   had   to   go   back.      only   finding   tyreese   and   the   girls   had   her   terrified,   had   her   thinking   about   sophia,   about   daryl…      where   were   they?      were   they   alive,   or   did   she   lose   them   for   good?

               everything   that   happened   after   was   too   painful,   too   raw.      doing   what   she   had   to   do   just   confirmed   that   doubt,   told   her   she   wasn’t   worthy   of   her   family.      what   kind   of   person   murders   an   innocent   child   after   all?      running   into   them   again   after   the   terminus   stuff,   of   course   her   heart   had   been   happy.      seeing   sophia   alive,   seeing   daryl   alive…      she   loved   them   more   than   anything   and   anyone   in   this   world.      emotions   were   high,   and   now   that   they’d   settled   for   the   night   she   of   course   kept   sophia   at   her   side.      after   being   unsure   whether   the   girl   was   even   alive,   she   couldn’t   bring   herself   to   detach   from   her   little   girl.      though   she   wasn’t   so   little   anymore.

               ❝   you’ll   never   be   alone.   ❞      carol   spoke   softly,   her   arm   wrapped   around   sophia’s   shoulder,   lightly   stroking   her   hair   like   she   used   to   do   after   one   of   ed’s   rampages.      ❝   even   off   into   the   future,   when   i’m   gone…      you’ll   have   your   found   family.      you’ll   have   carl,   you’ll   have   judith.      you’ll   have   the   next   generation.   ❞      leaning   over,   she   presses   a   kiss   to   her   daughters   forehead.      ❝   i   know   it   couldn’t   have   been   easy…      rick   coming   back   without   me.   ❞

[pokemon-experiments]

One of the hybrids see a dragon swimming in a deep river. The guy looks more like a long noodle then a normal dragon.

Strange.

With this being close to the labs they had gone to get Jackson thinking the human would know how to handle this. After all, here was a creature that resembled the great sky dragon.

And it wasn't long before the old man arrived and chuckled. "Well, one of the kids seems to have been mistaken. Here I was hoping to find Rayquaza to have a discussion. But instead I find one who is not from this world."

[meraki-yao]

WIP Wednesday - 24 Apr 2024

Tagged by @luainthewild, thank you my love!!!

This is my busiest two weeks for this semester so my progress on my Tangled AU fic is kind of slow, so here's the start of a Henry family angst fic that I wrote out of rage on Princess Catherine (Middleton) getting ridiculed on a global scale while privately struggling with her cancer diagnosis. I mean it, I was so mad that when the announcement was made by the Prince and Princess of Wales at 6 am on a Saturday, I got up, half awake but full of anger at the world, and wrote the entire structure in 5 minutes

All five of them are in the music room, and Henry’s on edge. It’s not that it’s unusual for their family to spend time just sitting together. Aside from Philip who usually opts to return to his room and work on whatever he’s dealing with, he, Bea, Mum and Dad would spend weekend nights sitting in the music room: playing instruments while his parents waltz around the room, listening to Dad explain the movie’s he’s done or the new scripts he’s gotten, to just talk about any updates in their lives. It’s one of the very limited normalcies they have as a family. So the gathering isn’t what’s worrying him. No, it’s the fact that Philip was specifically called over to be here for this one, it’s the fact that he can tell there’s something, a secret that Mum and Dad have been keeping from them and it’s not a good one, it’s the fact that he can somehow tell Dad hasn’t been feeling well even if he brushes it off every time he asks about it. Henry has a guess on what’s happening, and God, he’s begging to be wrong.

No pressure tagging @lfg1986-2 @pippin-katz @thinkof-england @england-would-fall @nocoastposts @o0anapher0o

[timetoprey]

Gee, it would be a shame if that little owl friend of yours got caught out during this extermination. His skills with a blade are quite good, but as I've seen you exorcitsts can be a rather vengeful bunch.

“What owl friend??”

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @starshinc : it’s barely past 3am when katsuki’s dorm room slams open, courtesy of ramen. he’s fast to rush up to the blond. if he’s not already awake, he’s about to be - the golden retriever all but dragging him awake and attempting to slam him out of his own bed. the reason behind it is obvious seconds later, as izuku himself stumbles into the room, wide eyed, dilated pupils and not truly seeing. the scarred hand almost like a claw, manic. “kacchan, it’s you, right? you’re not- you’re not him. are you?” garbled language, but it’s verbal. it’s pretty clear early on that his eyes are seeing something else entirely. TRANSMISSION ENDED / UNPROMPTED , ACCEPTING .

katsuki jolts awake at the suddenness of the door slam, though he has no chance to move out of bed when the golden retriever pulls him out by the sleeve of his shirt. katsuki instinctively glares at ramen while catching his breath - ❛ the fuck is this, ramen ?! what's ... ❜ - but whatever frustration he had toward the dog dies when he hears someone else barge in recklessly. he furrows his brows to get a better look at him in the darkness. ❛ what the fuck - ❜

verbal. katsuki's eyes widen at the voice cutting through the room. he asks, and he freezes at the implication ... [ that he was seeing the blond not as a school boy rudely awakened, but a relentless villain, with bared teeth and bloodied hands and a taste for violence. ] ... taking a slow and quiet breath.

❛ right. izuku ? hey, it's me, ❜ katsuki starts, trying to slice through the tension with a more calm tone that he isn't entirely used to. he pushes himself off the ground before holding his hands up, glare shifting to concern, though still narrowed ; if izuku was seeing him as the villain he was, he couldn't do sudden movements. he couldn't default to his aggression. ❛ you were the one that got me back to u.a., remember ? 'n you annoyed me to death while they ran the tests and treated me in the medical ward. nobody else from school could visit. ❜

❛ do you think ramen would be near me right now ? if i was still ... ❜ a pause. katsuki grits his teeth, dares to take a step toward the freckled boy, keeping his hands visible. ❛ c'mon, snap out of it. ❜

the last bit comes off as frustrated, confrontational / but he hopes that everything else is enough to outweigh one sentence.

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Her heartbeat

At times, she often woke her up If she found her sleeping during the day There was a reason for this

She almost lost her In that sea of red

She mostly woke her up Just to make sure she was Still with her

She is patient with her After all, she caused her this much pain Staying up most nights to

Help her sleep

At the moment, she'd assuage her worries again By holding her close, as she slept So, Little Sister

"I'm still here….

Could feel her heart beating Reassurance that her big sister will stay

"…..and I'm not leaving, anytime soon.."

[shiftingtribemasterfics]

Part 2 Chapter 51 out now!

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Steven woke feeling more tired than when he had gone to sleep. His nightmares weren’t any worse than usual, but they were annoyingly consistent.

He sighed, setting his hand on his shirt where his gem lay, as if to reassure himself that it was still there.

He had a passing half-awake thought wondering why Pearl wasn’t watching him sleep. He had asked her not to, but sometimes he caught her doing so anyway when she was particularly worried.

And why wouldn’t she be, when just a week ago he told them that his gem had been violently ripped from his body?

The thought made him shudder.

. . .

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Full Chapter out on AO3!

Chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56910187/chapters/154113310#workskin

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4215469

[mastcrmarksman]

[ PROMPTS ] ➴➵➶➴➵➶ @darehearts ⸺ "Nothing more than crushing piles of work. The usual. What's up?"

There were plenty of reasons why Clint came to the Bridge or came to the Captain's office or his quarters, most of which came currently due to the nature of their responsibilities and duties. In the past couple of weeks, any social time was not shared with the other. New rotation of cadets coming aboard had eaten up most of their time among the happenings of their personal lives.

Showing his face when Jim's doubled over reading the latest from Starfleet on his PADD and various whatnot. The look at the Captain's face informs Clint that he was assuming Clint was here about the whatnot to which he would be wrong. Nothing was currently a problem, that's always subject to change. ❝ Same could be said for me, crushing piles and headaches. ❞ New and old ones, but that wasn't the point of why he was here. Something had been on his mind, and while his answer had ben satisfactory at the time? Clint thinks that with all that Jim had going on, he could benefit from what Clint wanted to share with him.

❝ No worries, but remember when you asked me how I do it, Cap? Well, tomorrow or any morning, around O-600 in the morning, come to my quarters. ❞