#a big worm kin mood

[jaggedtrachea]

the problem with this type of like somber sheglit esque op is that i love them and find them beautiful but i never actually wear them in any coords because in my mind they dont really register as lolita. cus this is just like. the type of thing i wear as casual everyday clothing

[worms-the-alcoholic]

~☆ Intro Post ☆~

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☆Basic Info☆

~ My name is Worms but you can also call me : Wormy/Wormie / any nicknames you come up with, Dean, Jack, Thunder

~ I'm a genderfluid trans man and I use it/its, he/him and ze/zem pronouns

~ I'm autistic and probably have adhd (tho only my autism is diagnosed)

~ I'm abrosexual with a preference for men and Demisexual (I think)

~ I don't share my age on tumblr but please don't make any sexual comments towards me just to be on the safe side

~ I'm really bad at communicating and socialising so please bare with me, tone tags are much appreciated

~ I'm always open for more moots

~ I do (rarely) post some angsty/vent stuff so be aware of that but they usually have trigger warnings

~ If you behave weird towards me I will block you

~ British 🇬🇧🍵💂🚬🪦

~ oc blog @ocs-probably (no posts there yet tho 😔)

✮ My Interests ✮

Shows/Films ☻

~ Doctor Strange and MoM (mcu)

~ Supernatural

~ Young Justice (dc)

~ The Witcher

~ the Spiderverse franchise

~ Loki (the series)

~ The Umbrella Academy

~ Stranger Things

~ Kakegurui (good anime, DEVASTATING fanservice)

~ Moon Knight

~ will add more at some point

Books/Comics/Webcomics ⊡

~ Percy Jackson / Hero's of Olympus / Trials of Apollo

~ School Bus Graveyard

~ the Minecraft handbooks/manuals

yeah I don't read much

Songs/Musicians ♬

~ by James Marriott

~~Over My Head

~~The Other Side

~~Calling

~~Gold

~ by Everybody's Worried about Owen

~~Nunemaker's Parable

~~Solitary Confinement

~~Mawce

~ by Neathen Apollo

~~I Don't Get Sleep

~~Pretty Boy

~ November by Sparkbird

~ Bourgeoisieses by Conan Gray

~ Romance is Boring by Los Campesinos

Streamers/Youtubers ◈

~ Jack Manifold

~ AverageHarry

~ Dantdm

~ Slimecicle

~ Jaiden Animations

~ Ldshadowlady

~ SmallishBeans

Games ☣

~ Minecraft

~ Fnaf (specifically 2 and 6)

~ Animal Crossing New Horizons

~ Fortnite

~ Splatoon 2

~ Rayman Legends

~ Pokemon

~ Lego

~ Genshin Impact (tho I don't play anymore bcz I ran out of phone storage)

~ Doki Doki Literature Club

My favourite characters ☪

~ Doctor Stephen Strange

~ Gabriel (supernatural)

~ The Spot

~ Elias Bouchard

~ Diego Hargreeves

~ Denki Kaminari

~ Leo Valdez

~ Arataki Itto

~ Tony Stark

~ Ben Clark (sbg)

~ Nightwing

~ Steve Harrington

~ Yuri (ddlc)

Characters I kin ✧˖°

~ Sayori (ddlc)

~ Denki Kaminari (mha)

~ Leo Valdez (hoo)

~ Kaveh (genshin impact)

Look at my Dog. His name is Lemo. He's amazing I love him. :D

My tagging system :

#worms has thoughts - mostly shitposts

#worms has big feelings - more personal stuff

#worms ocs - any oc related posts

#worms having a tantrum -just me being upset about things

#worms asks - answering ask

#worm lyrics - song lyrics

#worm stories - real things I've done/have happened to me

#worms makes things - things I've made (drawings, userboxes, etc)

Special tags :

#my darling angel - my wonderful bf @mostautisticangel

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Take this quiz to find out which of my oc's you are (if you wanna)

(I also have some side blogs where I post mood/stimboards btw if you're interested: @moodboards-probably and @stimboards-probably )

[galaxywarp]

guys help me was “big kin worm mood” ever a sentence or am I just stoned and making up shit again

[pearlsinmyhair]

༄ breath of venus ༄

chapter one • tswal tsmuk

synopsis: a girl is born from nothing, and her whole life she’s spent trying to become everything her family and clan need her to be. what happens when she’s abducted by long dead soldiers and old ghosts?

summary: venus is the big sister, and she takes that role very seriously. a shame, really, for it’s that same duty to her kin that will lead her into the wrong hands.

warnings: mentions of drinking. canon-typical violence. lo’ak gets scolded.

an: no authors note this time- enjoy!

word count: 1.4k

“prophet girl, chosen by the sun, do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words?”

It was…unfortunate that her brothers got to go to the raid while she stayed with her grandmother.

Make no mistake, she loved her grandmother. But one could only smell the sharp scent of paywll and the stench of cycad before one began to feel lightheaded. It didn’t help that Kiri had gone to wander, leaving her alone. Mo’at was a quiet and wise woman. She preferred to work in silence, which Venus respected. But she was buzzing with excitement, eager to see her brothers and hear stories of the raid from her parents.

Her father liked to keep her at camp during conflicts with the sky people. She couldn’t blame him. She was tsakarem, a healer for her people. She did not need to be risking her life.

That did not mean that she didn’t crave open air on Rutxïryo with every fiber of her being.

Additionally, she was eighteen. Old enough to choose a mate, as old as her mother when she and her father first mated. But war had made her gentle father paranoid, and his exterior hardened.

Her siblings would send her in when he was in a mood. They joked that she was a worm who could wriggle through his skin. While she was able to reach him most of the time, occasionally his heart was concealed.

For example, now.

The horns blew, announcing the raiders' return. Tuk ran by, quickly turning around to peak her head into the Tsahík hut.

“They’re back! Let’s go!” she called, grabbing Venus’s hands and practically yanking her arm out of socket. She turned to her grandmother, who nodded sagely.

When she saw the scene before her, she felt a pang of anxiety in her stomach.

Neteyam was injured. Lo’ak had his tail between his legs. Neytiri was examining her eldest son, brushing some blood. Worst of all was her father, scolding his children.

Her ears picked up the root of his anger: Lo’ak and Neteyam had rushed down to the raid, abandoning their posts.

She sighed, pushing her anxiety away and rolling back her shoulders.

Everything’s ok. Big sister is here.

Lo’ak looked up at her with so much hope in his eyes that her heart cracked a fraction.

Not so fast, little brother. You must listen.

She let Jake scold his sons a little more. Her mother interjected.

“Ma’Jake, your son is actually bleeding.”

She gave Neytiri a sideways glance, smiling softly. Neytiri eyed her back. Her tail brushed Venus’s.

Hello, daughter.

Welcome back, mother.

“Venus, please go and help your grandmother, your people are injured.” said his father, the angry look in his eyes softening into desperation.

“My brother is injured.” she said matter-of-factly. She gave her father a pointed look, and he sighed through his nose.

Lo’ak looked at her, his tail flicking her leg.

What do I always tell you?

“You’re grounded. No Ikran riding. You hear me, boy?” Jake ordered. Lo’ak nodded.

Venus hated when he called them ‘boy’. Hated it to her core. But she stayed silent.

Her father turned sharply, stewing in his frustration.

“I got this Venus.” came Kiri’s soft voice, and she thought she was going to hug her sister so hard she’d suffocate. She instead nodded with all the calm that a tsakarem should. She watched them leave, turning to Lo’ak.

“What happened?” she asked, looking at him evenly.

“I just wanted to help-“

Venus held her hand up, halting his words.

“I know what you were trying to do, little brother. What happened?”

Lo’ak sighed. He explained his actions. Venus let out a breath.

She understood her father's anger. Maybe that’s why she calmed him. She looked down at her brother, placing her hands onto his shoulders.

“He’s terrified.” she said meaningfully. Lo’ak scoffed.

“Hear me, Lo’ak. Really listen.” she said, poking her finger at the space between his eyebrows.

“You could have died. Neteyam was launched by a bomb. You were thrown into rubble. Anything could have happened in that moment. And the most frustrating part is that you know better.” she said, shaking him slightly by his shoulders. “He loves you so much. You forget what happened to Uncle Tommy.”

That sobered Lo’ak, who looked down in shame.

“That is not a reason to be ashamed Lo’ak. I just want you to understand who he sees when he looks at you.”

She pulled him close, holding him against her. By now, Neteyam was only a few inches shorter than her. Kiri wasn’t far behind. Lo’ak was the only child besides Tuk whom she could hold.

“You remind him of himself.” she whispered. “Your fearlessness. Your courage. Your foolishness. That’s all him. Neteyam and I are like mother, but you.” she pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are the son of Toruk Makto. Never forget it.”

She smiled down at her brother, and at last his aura of teenage angst evaporated into soft joy.

“Let’s get you patched up, mighty warrior.”

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When she entered the medicine hut, Neteyam looked up.

She smirked.

Your turn.

He groaned.

Her grandmother and Kiri were having an argument about what to use on Neteyam’s wounds. Kiri, who sought quick fixes for multiple pains, suggested something that would cause less pain to her poor brother.

“What do you think, Venus?” asked her grandmother.

Venus was not nearly as merciful as her younger sister, particularly to her brothers.

“I think” she said, coming to sit behind Neteyam and taking the herbs and needle out of her grandmothers offering hands “that my dear brother could use some pain to remind him of what happens when he does not follow orders.”

She gave Kiri a soft smile. “That is good thinking. Had Neteyam not been a skxawng today, I would have agreed with you.”

Kiri smiled at the compliment, once again content.

Neteyam rolled his eyes before hissing in pain as she brought the plant to his open wound.

“Easy, future olo’eyktan. This will not be the last pain you will endure.” she smirked, though her touch became a touch gentler.

“Do not forget you have a celebration to attend tonight.” she told the children.

Their heads shot off, immediately excited at the prospect of a party.

“Go get ready.” she said, nudging Neteyam as she finished off his stitches. “No dancing tonight. I’d rather you not open those.”

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If there was one thing Venus loved just as much as flight, it was dancing.

Her mother had added more beads to her hair, and they clinked against one another as she spun.

A boy came over, grabbing her hand and dancing with her. Respectfully, of course. No one wanted to earn the anger of Jake Sully. She smiled at him, pulling him closer to dance.

It was moments like these when she could forget that there was a war.

Her mother had snuck her some sweet wine.

“You are eighteen. Why not?” she had said softly, passing Venus a small cup and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you, mama.” she had whispered, smiling broadly before taking a sip.

Her eighteenth had come and gone, the battles and the fighting having drawn attention. She didn’t mind, she assured her parents. She understood.

She had escaped that night, flying her ikran to the highest mountain she could find and screaming in frustration.

So, she took as many opportunities to celebrate as possible.

She felt a brush against her shoulder, and she was surprised when she turned and saw the Tsahík.

“Grandmother.” she said, bringing her fingers to her forehead. “I see you.”

“I see you, granddaughter. I have a request.”

Venus nodded.

“I have a few things for you to fetch.” she said, handing her a list. Kiri must have helped her write it, because it was written in ball point pen. And Mo’at would never touch something so “crude”, as she had told Venus once.

“Besides, you are restless. Go flying. Just be back before dark.” she gave Venus a rare smile, squeezing her hand with her own briefly before turning away.

Venus sighed through her nose, ears flicking back and forth in thought.

Tomorrow would be a long day, she thought as she walked back onto the dance floor.

She would be sweaty and dirty, her mind whispered as she raised her arms.

She bent her head back, calling to the ceiling of the cavern.

But tonight, she would dance. Tonight, she would sing the songs of her people like a war cry.

She felt a pang of foreboding.

She sang louder.

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I love how I made a post about these chapters taking longer and my brain was like “…nah.”

~ tag list

@avatar4eva @lisedanie

[brooklynislandgirl]

Which of her many relations would Beth most like Ron to meet?

Asks Open Forever {{tagging @morgansmornings and @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo for reasons:tm:}} A twenty minute drive, give or take, is eschewed in favour of a leisurely late afternoon-early evening walk for those three and some miles back to Cedra Court from Vallance Road. The late spring weather is mild, free of rain, and there's a gentle breeze in the canopy of newly leafed treetops lining the sidewalks they amble along. For all that Claude could strain his broad shoulders and barrel chest, half dragging Ron in his wake, the giant black Cane Corso prefers the more sedate pace. Focused, alert, and a little less interested in the smells that seem to draw Topper's nose. Beth's hands are equally occupied with much more sedate friends; Mo is graceful and Noe ~their smallest, and the one gifted to her by Ron himself~ is simply content to be included. A good five or ten minutes flows by with companionable silence; little noises or tugs on leashes to communicate with a portion of the pack surrounding them, the sound of the occasional traffic be it automobile or pedestrian, greetings murmured in passing which Beth had come to realise a year or two ago was a distinctly American trait. Too friendly, Reg called it. With the implication of nosy, of being a bee in everyone's garden. Normally Beth might be a brook of chatter, words spilling out over the banks of her lips, filtered over teeth and tongue to be as crystalline as their mixed slang can be to them. She'd have questions about the things she's learned, the customs observed, and she might, in a rare moment of particular joy or vulnerability, dislodge a similar experience or tid-bit about her own family. A glimpse of a life she hardly bothers to talk about. Best put though, it seems some of the Ink that Ron vigilantly guards against has splashed up on tawny skin. Muddied her thoughts and put clouds in her internal sky, and her silence comes away with a hint of trouble she has no defense against. The only good part about all that is that Ron seems to understand the source of her mood. He doesn't need to ask what in particular his mother had said. What particular piece of wit from his brother is taken like something she'd need scrape off her shoe. Why Frances eats into her like a worm does a ripening apple. His armour is often thicker than her own in different ways. So instead, after a time, he makes that rumbling little beckon in the back of his throat,herald to something he'd like to say, and when he's certain she's paused and her eyes linger on his mouth, he asks her gently about her own clan and kin. Beth has never felt quite so bankrupt in the history of her existence. Takes at least two more drag-heel blocks to even pry loose her voice. "I s'spose firs' an' foremos' I'd like ya t' get t' know my hanai-sistah. Like some of ya aunties, we're not blood-blood, but could be. I was her roommate durin' University, start a year before she did. Been bes' good friends evah since. She date Andy briefly, but it became kinda obvious dat dey were too same-same for it to work out, an' he became jus' as ovahprotective of her as he was wi' me. She's supah smart, she funny, an' she bakes like no one's business. She's also my lawyer even dough she gave up practising for da most part. Keeps her license wi' da Bar current jus' for me. I love her." Talk of Jay does brighten her up and puts a soft smile on her face. "Den dere's my cousin Tony. Funny enough, if we nevah were anyt'ing more dan friends, he'd be da one I try f' introduce you. He smells nice, dresses well, is smart an' is funny, great hair, amazin' cook, writes his own songs, play piano, I mean I could go on f' days but really he has da worst luck wi' guys. Mebbe because he's sorta like a Military Cop...but not like in da Military, but a separate department of investigation. He also has an attachment t' his boss even if da man is horrifically toxic to Tony. An' tru'd be told? I t'ink its because he had an off relationship wi' his dad, too. Guess dat runs in da family."

She catches the corner of her lip between her teeth and worries it as she often does. "An' lastly, my Auntie Aishling an' her wife Siobhan. She's fiery, Irish as can be, an' I suppose you could call her da current matriarch of da clan, much t' da Admiral's knicker-twist. She is also a peer, so I dunno if you wanna boddah wi' all da fancy formality of one of her social get togeddahs. Of course, I could arrange for us t' have a private dinner wi' her. We could fly an' get picked up Belfast Airport, or we could drive an' take da ferry..." She glances up to try to gauge his feelings about that.

[humandisastersquad]

big worm kin mood

[letsflipthisbitch]

Fun fact: one of my coworkers middle names is angle, like her mom was so high off pain meds that she misspelled angel and honestly that's my favorite thing.

[revvnant]

“This job is going to make me lose my fucking mind.”

[baking-accident]

concept: 2019 > 2009 internet slang ponify

feral > random

cursed > awkward

yikes > O_o

thicc > smexy

cowboy > ninja

[autisticshuichi]

oh !

[athetos]

Tomorrow’s episode is going to destroy me and I probably will never shut up about it so I apologize

[yellow-yarrow]

new icon

[ask-hal-lalonde]

I'm gay

HAL: i need to program him with more rudimentary tasks and phrases methinksHAL: how did you say that with your mouth jr.

[thoughtsmash]

@doomedpatrol

“Sorry to say it, toots, but it looks like the egghead decided to sleep in today.” Even he can admit how bizarre this is. Usually Banner’s wound up so tight only Junior could get out, and now he’s waking up in the body? “I’m guessin’ yer the gal he’s been yammering about, right? Name’s Fixit. Joe Fixit.”

[aryoeng]

love and peace then let's go party

a wise philosopher, kim miso

[rpdr7-m]

god me