#and a surprise

[teamingmate]

Important update, my Antarctic horror fic is middle-aged Danbert. I have a plan

EDIT: Whoop it's here (ao3)

[chris-hartley]

Happy Pride! I'm back after a short hiatus from writing (I kinda broke up with my boyfriend so I'm fighting #depression).

ANYWAY! This one was suggested to me by @horatios-mom. A little fanfic about this rumor surrounding one of my OCs, Leaf. In canon it's just a rumor that he harvests organs. In this fic? It's real 😈 Once again if you're interested in the canon (and it's derivatives like this), do go follow our blog, @teadocs :D

(if you want to miss out on these, be sure to blacklist #kenziewritespride)

Leaf had to admit. The thrill of the hunt was almost, almost as much of a rush as he got from the act itself. He had been hiding in plain sight. Shadows and crowds were one thing, but it was moments like this, standing outside of her bedroom window watching her sleep, knowing at any moment she could wake up and see him standing there. It made his heart race with anticipation. Tonight would be the night.

He’d gotten into her house easily, through the screen door which had one of the easiest locks to pick. His footsteps were light, skillfully dodging the squeaky floorboards in the hall he’d discovered while visiting the house a few months prior. He wondered if they knew his well-intentioned visit had sinister plans behind it.

A quiet meow came from the bathroom as he walked past. He gave a gentle nod to the cat as he made his way to the bedroom. 

Who sleeps with their bedroom door open?

They were making it too easy for him. 

He gently opened the door to the bedroom, pulling his hood over his head. One… two… three steps up to the bed. Quickly pull the chloroform rag from his ziplock bag and press it to her face. Her eyes shot open, terrified. Another rush of adrenaline pumped through his system. Slowly the eyes faded back shut and the body went limp.

He had time now. Rag back into the bag, don’t want to alarm her roommate with the smell. Hood off. To the window, gently open it. Pry her body from the bed, carefully maneuvering it to keep the body intact as it hit the ground below. Broken bones were for the inexperienced.

Shut the window. Pick her up, quickly walk to the golf cart he’d rode over in, laying her across the backseat as he pulled away and sulked back into the woods.

---

“Mmm.” 

Leaf turned around to spot her coming out of her coma, strapped to his makeshift operating table. The movies always got this part wrong. It was never sudden, it was gradual, like waking up from a deep sleep.

“Mmm,” she made another noise, tossing her head back and forth.

He walked over, a syringe of ketamine in hand. Just as she blinked her eyes open. He stood beside the table as she searched the room, unable to move from her being strapped down. 

Suddenly, her face turned toward him, eyes searching his face, a sense of fear crossing them as it dawned on her what was happening. That’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to be scared of him. After all, he was a monster and he knew it.

“Leaf?”

He just smirked, plunging the syringe into her vein, releasing the dosage. Strong enough to numb out all the pain, but not enough to knock her unconscious again. He wanted her to be aware of it all.

She shivered as a cold breeze came through the air, her skin bare from the waist up. Wasn’t planned this way. The last thing he wanted was to feel like a pervert while dissecting her, but this was how it had to be.

Leaf picked up the scalpel, tracing the blade through her flesh. Organ harvesting was never for the weak. You had to know what you were looking for, how to stop the bleeding effectively, there was a level of research that had to go into it.

He could see her watching him, clearly feeling this must’ve all been just a dream she could pinch herself awake from.

“W-why?” She cried pathetically.

Leaf stayed silent, not giving her any explanation for why he was scavenging her abdomen for her kidney. Once found, he quickly removed it and placed it in the cooler before stitching her back up. Just as his phone began to ring.

He glanced at the screen, the name CHLOE lighting up. Perfect timing.

Leaf unstrapped his co-star from the table, carrying her out to Chloe’s car.

“Remember?”

“Like, duh,” Chloe nodded.

He nodded, helping prepare the body to back up the story Chloe would tell the hospital, and ultimately the police.

---

Leaf left the vicinity, going to hide at Camp Wawanakwa for the next 6 months while the manhunt for the person who stole Lola’s kidney went on. With an alibi and Lola’s K-hole delusions not lining up with anything that Chloe had told the police about the night she supposedly went missing, there were no leads and eventually the case went cold.

[cntmtrarts]

Couple Ricks and a Michonne

[kazachi69]

My school friend had a hilarious idea.

I talk about you to him and he knows you can do Freddy's and Springtrap’s voice.

So.

He asked of you could do "Vanessa, didn't I do it for you?"

[frenchiefitzhere]

one hand, a window, he finally breathes

It was selfish, he told himself.

It was contrary to everything he was made for.

And yet he regretted not one bit.

Since the first time he made contact with one of the Living, Brachium felt something switch on inside of him. He could practically feel crocuses and sweet, green grass breaking forth from within him. Elliott’s Sunshine was truly a lifegiving source of light and clarity. And Elliott, too, was kind and worthy. 

Both of these Living, he now counted as friends. 

But the spring inside his heart couldn’t compete with the River.

The cost of shepherding souls had taken much from him. He knew his own body was essentially immune to death. His physical well-being was simply honest work: perpetually keep the Living flowing toward Death, keep them sedate and serene, and everything would be fine.

But the price of his compliance was a wounded heart.

Death is, above all, a separation. Between one existence and the next. Between light and darkness. Between the known and the unknown. Between loved ones and an eternity of stunned silence. Becoming the conglomerated, amalgamated “Dead” after journeying on a unique path in Life. 

And witnessing it forever and forever was equally an honor and a burden.

So Brachium wanted to take payment for himself. He needed more to soothe him than the small taste of peace he gleaned from easing the lost along their way.

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[navybrat817]

🔍💗

Yep I'm cheeky sending 2 💜

So cheeky. 😉 But I love you, so you're allowed. ❤️

🔍 - Give a clue

💗 - A scene I can't wait to write

Stud meeting your parents in person. Humor and some sweetness galore.

Love and thanks! ❤️

WIP it good!

[autistic-britta-perry]

LUIS MIGUEL KENNEDY

[liquorisce]

if my plans succeed this week my posting schedule includes: porcokasa / em, reibert, ichihime and renruki and all of them are going to be filthy ✌🏼

[bodhimcbodeface]

I really think they need to start teaching kids in schools that most blind people can see a little bit, most deaf people can hear a little bit, and most wheelchair users can walk a little bit. And they are still disabled.

[whereisthesun]

I HATE MORAL OCD. well i shouldnt say hate thats a strong word. and i dont want to sound like i hate people WITH moral ocd because i dont of course. i just hate having it. but i shouldnt think that, i do like having morals, its just stressful to be thinking about them so constantly and scrutinizing every little thing i do or think. but really thats the least i could do so i should at least try, right? just because i suffer from— no, struggle with moral ocd doesn’t mean i should just stop thinking about things all together, thats not what im saying and i should make that clear, but i

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[velinxi]

Lord of the Rings fanart! I watched for the first time recently and loved it

[EDIT: Thanks for the love on this! Prints of this are also available on my shop for those interested!]

[nori-kakyoin]

megan thee stallion wearing a bruno bucciarati inspired dress the the crunchyroll anime awards

[atissi]

i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

[onefey]

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!