#a normal day

[boredth]

Cooldown

[trashedanatomy]

Normal activities

[dimensionweirdo]

Temperature asks chaos

So I decided to draw something after the chaos that happened a few days ago in Pillowspace's askbox!

Celestial Sundown by: @pillowspace

[occidentalowl]

Convinced a student to hand me sharp metal object.

Two seconds later I'm bleeding all over another student's assignment because I am oblivious, uncoordinated, and should not be trusted to handle sharp metal objects.

[mariasabanahabanabana]

I'm a few hours away from undergoing surgery or as I like to say: "bury knives in me, take out guts" And I feel flu-like, so... The "nice" tradition of postponing surgery is gonna happen again... Only this time it will for me and not for the hospital

[lenfantsauvagestuff]

Bruh thats me in class!

[existencebringsonlypain]

vibing in oz' chat. discussing moss, crunchy bones, enthronglement, and expungement

[thebiggestdogtbd]

A Nice Walk 8/10/1347

Asolear Haven

A young she-wolf wearing a blue silken dress with white hems leans her right side against an oak doorframe. Her steel gray fur bristles at every movement the one in front of her makes, her left hand brushes the cream-colored neck fur as she watches the one within the dark red walled bedroom. Her emerald, green eyes ogle a male wolf. She watches his dull gray furred; muscular arms flex as he buckles the belt of his trousers, she silently swoons as his toned brown chest stretches as he pulls the light blue tunic over himself. The gray faced male wolf sits on their bed, the violet quilt bows to his weight, and he begins to pull his black boots on. Glancing up, he jumps with a start upon noticing the gray wolf, his hand over his chest as he exhales.

“By Nett, Elena, how long have you been standing there?” the surprised male asks as she comes to sit beside him on the bed.

“Not long enough.” She hums resting her head on his shoulder, her emerald eyes alight with adoration, “I love you, ‘Zio.”

The male turns to her, softly brings his hand to her muzzle, and gently plants a kiss on her lips, “I love you more than the moons, my dear.”

Looking at their portrait on the wall behind him, she hums again, “Something is missing from the canvas.”

“What is it?” he asks turning to look at the image, concerned they were scammed on their painting.

“I’m probably imagining things.” She sighs with delight, turning him to face her again, looking into his fiery amber eyes, “Would you like to walk with me to the pond?”

“Of course, Love.” He smiles, “It’s a beautiful morning.”

She smiles and stands. Holding her right hand out, the male takes hers and follows her out of the bedroom and into the oak floored hallway, white walls decorated with trinkets and paintings. The main entrance of the home is decorated with his well fit steel armor and weapons. His family crest embroidered on a banner above the hearth in the shape of a golden wolf’s ear.

Elena looks at ‘Zio every so often with an eager smile. It had been ten years since he freed her from the slavers. She was wary of him at first, afraid he would put her back in to the slave trade, but he taught her how to read, how to mend flesh, and how to protect herself. She was not the only one he freed from slavery, everyone in town was saved by him. Without him, the town would not exist, nor would the children be playing in the cobblestone streets.

The morning summer sun warms the town, white smoke billowing from the inn’s chimney paints the cloudless cerulean sky. The faint smell of fresh baked bread wafts through the air, and the laughing of children echoes from the market. An axe splits wood for the fire. The two get approach the inn and meet a tall, muscular grizzly bear.

“Fabrizio; Elena, how are you this morning?” a brown bear speaks with a friendly smile as the pass by the innkeeper.

“We’re doing fine, Rinaldo.” Elena speaks holding her husband’s hand, “We’re heading over to the pond.

“Aye, I’m all Elena’s today, my friend.” Fabrizio smiles, “How’s Emilie doing?”

The bear sighs, “She’ll be alright, just a little bruised. I told her the moss on those rocks behind the inn are slippery, but she doesn’t listen. She’s just like me.”

Elena speaks up, “Send her to our home later, I can teach her how to brew an herb into a tea to soothe the pain.”

“Thank you, Elena, I will.” The bear says with a grin, “Ah, I’ve taken too much of your time anyway, go have fun.”

The wolves say farewell and walk through the center of the town market. The crisp smell of breads, steamed broccolis and potatoes, and the heavenly sweet, honeyed cakes linger heavily in the air, as well as the shouts of the vendors. Elena hesitates in front of a floral vendor, glancing at a bouquet of white lilac surrounding a trio of roses. Without saying a word, Fabrizio releases her hand and buys the bouquet for her.

“Oh ‘Zio, you didn’t have to.” She gasps in surprise as he picks the bouquet up for her, “It’s quite beautiful, but you di-”

“I know, but I like watching you smile.” He grins looking into her eyes.

Her skin beneath her fur brightens red as she blushes with a smile and accepts the flowers with both of her hands. Now that he looks at her closer, her steel gray fur seems more vibrant, the cream neck and chest fur seems brighter as well. She quickly wraps her arms around his neck with the floral boutique in her hand. He does the same and inhales her sweet lavender perfume.

The noise of the market fades as he holds her close, like he did three years ago when they wed. The universe stops in its tracks as the musical sound of her voice whispers in his ear.

“I’m pregnant.” She says holding him tight.

The wolf stops, did he hear her correctly?

“What did you say?” he asks with confusion.

She lifts her eyes up to meet his amber ones, “We’re having a cub.”

Fabrizio swallows, “We’re going…”

“We’re going to be parents.” She grins and lovingly gazes up into his eyes, “Thank Kata, our cub will live in a safe town with friends.”

The male stays silent for a moment, his wife worried that he doesn’t like the news.

“I’m going to be a father?” he asks thinking it’s a joke to receive a nod, “I’m going to be a father!”

He pulls her closer; kisses her lips, “I love you! Elena, this is wonderful!”

Her cheeks burn brighter red, “I wanted to tell you by the pond. And the flowers… I couldn’t bare holding a secret anymore.”

“Come, let’s go to the pond.” He suggests, “To escape the crowd and plan for our newborn.”

“Would you be upset if it was a girl?” Elena looks away, knowing men of his ranking wish for a son.

“Absolutely not!” he answers truthfully pulling her gaze back up to his, “Our cub will be loved all the same. And I will be there alongside you, my love… my two loves.”

[drunkenworgen]

“When in doubt, follow your nose.”

The Worgen’s nose twitched in response, followed by light snuffling sounds as she stared at the sky. “Aye, bu’ even then tha’ gets me in trouble. Y’think it wouldn’, and then BAM. Surrounded by 20 orcs an’ goblins wot doused ‘emselves in whiskey. ‘Course, then they’re quite flammable.”

Gin sighs wistfully as she stretches out on the grassy hillside. “Wot a bloody waste o’ good whiskey,” she mumbled under her breath.

( @redheadrecon )

[starbuck]

i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’

[urskogsbullen]

[overlymetaromantic]

Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought

[awwkie]

Amok Time being Chekov's first episode will never not be funny to me. It's his first day on the job and the first officer is in heat

[neutrin0]

I don't get it how you guys live inside of a monoethnic country in Iran when you go to college you have like 56 different ethnicity, and when they invite you over you have to travel to a different dimension

Like ok my mesopotamian friend I will leave my dear aryan homeland and visit you what do you want me to bring you from ancient civilization of jiroft :3

[seagiri]

bread