#and nobody around me is helping

[origami-trust]

Dracula, dashing into his castle and ripping off the fake beard: And anyway, that was my OC, 'Coach Driver,' a faithful servant who would do anything his master wished of him, and who desires nothing more than to faithfully serve. Dracula: Not to bludgeon the moral point, but can one of you please answer the door while I change so the solicitor doesn't wander away into the forest and also so I don't have to carry his bags myself, which might be strange to him. Brides: no Dracula: ....All right.

[nbnaruto]

For the older grayson brother danny au, realistically Danny would meet all of Dick's younger siblings gradually but the idea all of them meeting him all at once is so funny to me. Even better if none of them knew Dick had an older brother (and 2 older sisters), Dick just mentions he can't hang out with one of them in the gc because he's hanging out with his older brother and all the batkids are like "wtf are you talking about?" Dick swears he's mentioned Danny (and jazz and ellie) at least once but all of them swear they've never heard those names before. Cue the meeting, they've decided to meet at Mcdonald's or sumn and right before they get to the mcdonalds Dick stresses that they should be on their best behaviour cuz Danny and Co aren't from Gotham and they are Normal Civilians TM, they turn the corner and see McDonalds is getting robbed, they rush in to find Danny beating the shit out of the thief with a napkin holder like outta that scene in shameless, Jazz is getting a first aid kit ready and Ellie is cheering in the background

[sleepanonymous]

[whisperinggbreeze]

"Has anyone here heard of a god known as the Crown Prince of Xianle?"

Silence.

"Where did you hear that name?" A voice asked sharply. It belonged to General Xuan Zhen.

"I read it in a scroll, and I was curious why I'd never heard of such an interesting figure," Hua Cheng replied smoothly. "It seems like everyone is in the know except me."

General Xuan Zhen scoffed. "If by 'interesting figure,' you mean 'pain in the ass,' then sure. Be glad you've never heard of him. Don't mention him again."

[shibaraki]

STATUS UPDATES: GOING INTO 2024

2023 has been rough for me in all manner of ways but I will say it has been very fruitful with regards to my writing. I managed surpass my goal of 100k words, reaching an unfathomable 150k at present, and I’ve even managed to hit a big milestone when it comes to my following! I’m extremely grateful to all my readers, both those that have stuck with me and those who are new, and I wish I had adequate words to really express that. but going into 2024 I will likely be writing less frequently than I did this year. this is due to my own health, and a multitude of other problems that I can no longer keep on the back burner.

plenty of you have seen mentions of hospital visits and procedures on my blog, and while I’m not very comfortable oversharing about medical stuff I do want to be transparent about the fact that I will be posting fics less because of it. I’ve been in and out of semi hiatus for the better part of 4 months but I was always awful at sticking to it. next year I want to actually give myself grace, and take care of my body.

please do not fear!!! this resolution actually aligns perfectly with my writing goals for 2024. I want to focus on lengthening my word counts. I’d love to post fewer fics, but to have said fics be 25 to 50k respectively, rather than to post a lot of 1 to 15k fics. mostly I want to work on my own impatience when it comes to writing, and berate myself less for what I think I should be doing writing-wise. I will still be around on here, and I always want to talk with you guys (and read whenever the mood strikes!!), the biggest difference is I’ll have longer projects, and you’ll have to wait for them (though if I’m honest I will likely still post a shorter fic here and there lol).

I appreciate the patience a lot of you have already shown me this year, what with my random breaks and gaps between posting. you have all been so so kind and generous with your praise and I wouldn’t be here, writing and sharing, without that support. I love you all and wish you well going into the new year!!!!!

edited: 18/12/23

[covertblizzard]

I'm obsessed with how when everyone "leaves" Batman (after Steph's death), it's just to go to Bludhaven basically... and meanwhile Nightwing himself ISN'T EVEN BASED IN BLUDHAVEN he's just "mobile" (but mostly in New York?)

Full disclosure I have no idea what's happening at this stage cos I stumbled on this accidentally (meant to read an older version of the Secret Files) but it's just SO funny that everyone went to Bludhaven but Dick left Bludhaven. I'm just imagining them all camping there cos Bruce got weird again and Dick getting so sick of it he just left and only comes back sometimes sdfklgjnsfghklsjnfgsfgj

[reel-fear]

MIKE BLOCKED ME ON TWITTER FOR ROASTING HIS DUMBASS RESPONSE TO THE GRAPHIC NOVEL STUFF!!

grown ass man scared of the 19-year-old queer being mean to him over his public meltdown more at 8.

[mmmleckerlecker]

The Magic of Christmas

Summary: Santa grants you the gift of a full year in the North Pole with him. What you don’t realize is that YOU will end up being the true gift of Christmas.

Contents: m/?; fatal vore; willing pred; unwilling prey; size-difference; betrayal; painless digestion; long-term; a little bit of soul vore?

Wordcount: 2,398

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It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you’re already curled up, fast asleep in bed. Until suddenly you are awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You blink your eyes open and are startled to find someone standing above you. You gasp and sit up. The stranger in your room is dressed all in red and sports a great white beard. As you come to, you realize you’re looking at the man himself.

“Santa Claus!” you blurt. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles at you. His eyes are as twinkly and his cheeks are as rosy as all the stories say. He’s also much, much bigger than you ever expected. You wonder how he even fits down all those chimneys.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you were a small child,” he explains, his voice warm and rumbling. “Not once have you been on my naughty list, and each year I’ve admired your kindness, thoughtfulness, and your ability to bring joy to other people’s lives. It’s because of this that I want to give you a very special gift this year.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you ask, “What is it?”

You’ve always known Santa to be real, even when all your friends grew up and stopped believing in him. And now, to not only get to meet him but to receive such high praise from him… it’s a dream come true.

“As a gift for your enduring generosity,” Santa begins, “I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

Your jaw drops. You’re so honored by the offer that it takes several stuttering attempts to say, “Yes! I mean, yes please!”

Santa lets out a quiet chuckle, each set of, “ho ho ho,” like music to your ears.

“Come,” he says, holding out a mittened hand. “Let’s go.”

You spend the rest of the night at his side, flying over the earth in his sleigh. You expect to be terrified by the height and speed, but you’re not. You’re exhilarated. There are even several times you stop at a house and Santa returns carrying carrots. He hands them to you and lets you feed the reindeer.

When you’re not feeding reindeer or waiting for Santa as he drops off gifts, the two of you are engaged in conversation. A lot of it is asking questions about the North Pole. Very often, Santa’s only response is, “You’ll see.”

As you talk, you can’t help but notice the faint scent of sugar cookies that emanates from him and the way he has a habit of dotingly rubbing his impressively round belly (like a bowl full of jelly). You don’t think too much of it, however. He’s Santa Claus and he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

At the end of the night, you land in the North Pole and are greeted by hordes of cheerful elves. They’re smiling and laughing as they show you around Santa’s Village before guiding you to your new room where you promptly crawl into your marshmallow soft bed and fall asleep.

The next year goes by like a dream. All the elves make sure to meet your every need. Taking you on sleigh rides, inviting you to snowball fights, teaching you to ice skate, and then always making sure to bring you some cookies and hot chocolate after every meal.

Living in Santa’s village is like living Christmas every day and you couldn’t be happier.

There’s only one small thing that nags at you. And it’s Santa himself.

You see him quite regularly, and every interaction with him is as magical as the last. But as the year goes by, you notice that he starts to lose some of his… glow. The twinkle in his eye grows dim, the rosiness in his cheeks fades away, he loses his distinctive sugar cookie scent, and even his round belly grows smaller and smaller until there’s almost nothing left.

You’re too polite to comment on someone’s appearance, but you also don’t understand how this could be happening. Everything about the North Pole is invigorating and full of life. The longer you live here, the more you feel its influence. You can even see it when you look in the mirror. Each day, your reflection glows a little more brightly, so how could Santa be losing his own glow?

In the last few weeks leading up to Christmas, you truly begin to worry for Santa. At this point, if it weren’t for the beard and red suit, you wouldn’t even be able to tell he’s Santa at all. It’s like all the magic has gone out of him. But whenever you ask if he’s okay, he simply chuckles, pats your head, and assures you not to worry. But you do worry. You even ask the elves about it in hushed tones, but they just laugh and dismiss your concerns.

On the night of Christmas Eve, Santa’s workshop is a whirl of activity as everyone makes last minute preparations for the Big Night, yet Santa looks as un-Santa-like as ever. Still, no one seems concerned about this, least of all Santa. And amidst all the other hustle and bustle, the elves still manage to find time to prepare the grandest feast you have ever seen. Turkey and ham and potatoes and gravy and green beans and cookies and ice cream and cakes and pie.

In the final hour before Santa’s departure, everyone sits down to eat. You’re at the head of the table while Santa sits all the way across from you at the other end. Every dish you try is the tastiest thing you’ve ever eaten. Even more so than all you’ve had in the last year (and you’ve had a lot of good food in the past year.) You can’t help yourself as you try each dish at the table, going back for seconds and then going back for thirds on all you favorites.

The only thing that puts a damper on your spirit is that Santa himself doesn’t really touch his food. But the elves don’t seem perturbed. They’re all feasting away. And when Santa catches you watching him, he smiles that same warm smile at you, a ghost of a twinkle in his eye.

After that, you’re too embarrassed to be caught looking at him again. You put your head down and pretend nothing is amiss. It’s only when you’ve eaten so much you feel like you’re going to burst does the feast end.

As soon as it’s over, the elves swarm about, cleaning up the table. Meanwhile, you hang back, trying to stay out of the way and nervously waiting as Santa makes a few last minute adjustments before his trip. You know your year in the North Pole is nearly up. You know the time to say goodbye is fast approaching. Something tells you that you’ll never see this place again, and the very thought of it fills you with a terrible, aching sadness.

Finally, Santa approaches, and you know it’s time to go.

“Come with me,” he murmurs once he draws near. “There’s one last gift I need to finish and I want you to be a part of it.”

You blink in confusion as he beckons you to follow. This is not what you’d expected, but you’re not going to argue. If Santa needs your help, after all he’s done for you, the least you can do is comply. Besides, if it means staying here a little bit longer, you’ll happily go along with it.

A little uncertainly, you follow him away from all the elves and into Santa’s private workshop. You’ve never been in here before, and you marvel at the wonders within. So many beautifully and masterfully crafted toys. You wonder how in the world you can help with one of these gifts. They all seem perfect already.

You hardly notice when Santa shuts the door quietly behind you. Your attention only returns to him when he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.

You swallow as he looks you up and down with his icy blue eyes.

“Wh- what’s the gift you need help with?” you ask, thrown off by the intensity of his gaze.

Instead of answering, he merely smiles again and says, “I’m so very proud of you for all you’ve done to inhabit the spirit of Christmas. If it weren’t for people like you, Christmas wouldn’t be able to happen at all.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Your heart is soaring with elation. You don’t think you’ve ever received such high praise. “Of course,” you squeak. “You’re welcome.”

“Merry Christmas, my child,” he mutters before leaning down and planting a light kiss on your forehead. You feel a little electric shock go through you from the contact.

And then your insides shift and you freeze as things take an unexpected turn. The kiss turns into something so much more, and suddenly you feel your entire head being engulfed by Santa’s mouth.

It’s only when he begins to swallow you down that you realize something is very wrong. You start to panic. You struggle and kick and beg to be released, but none of it has any effect. You just feel more and more of your body sliding down Santa’s throat and being crammed into his stomach. By the time your feet join you inside, you’re sobbing and fighting for your life. But it’s all in vain. You’re trapped.

After several long minutes of trying to escape, you tire yourself out, curl into a ball, and resign yourself to your fate.

You can’t believe this is happening. After so much wonder and magic, you end up here, betrayed by Santa, someone you’ve loved and trusted your whole life. And you thought he loved you in return.

At least it doesn’t feel too bad in here. It’s actually quite soft and warm with a sugary sweet smell. You’re reminded of that first night you’d met Santa and the sugar cookie scent that had followed him. You’d almost forgotten about that. It had disappeared so long ago…

And then you’re surprised when you feel someone rubbing at you from outside and hear Santa’s voice.

“There you go,” his voice rumbles all around you. “Just relax in there.”

“Santa!” you call and push back where you feel his hand. “Please!”

But Santa doesn’t miss a beat. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you out, but you’re giving the greatest gift anyone can give.”

You go still. “What do you mean?”

You’re not sure if he can hear you, but still he goes on to explain. “You see, I can’t actually produce my own magic. Instead, all magic in this world resides in you, in humans. You attract it to you and absorb it. Only you all cannot sense it or control it. But I can.

“So every year, to keep the magic of Christmas going, I must take the magic from a single human who best inhabits the spirit of Christmas. The past year you’ve spent here has only strengthened the magic within you. I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way to rekindle my magic. I hope you understand.”

You kick out and very colorfully explain that you don’t understand, but now you’re sure he can’t hear you because you only receive a distracted pat in response. It’s then you realize there’s nothing else you can do. This is how it ends for you.

You can feel every little movement as Santa leaves his workshop and climbs into his sleigh. And then, for the next few hours, you feel him squeezing through chimneys and stacking presents beneath trees. He doesn’t acknowledge your squirms and occasional kicks beyond a distracted rub and a comforting word. So you’re surprised when you suddenly hear what sounds like him conversing with someone else.

You strain your ears and are able to make out what Santa’s saying, “So as a gift for your enduring generosity, I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

You go still. You know those words.

Then you hear a muffled reply from whoever Santa is talking to, and before you know it, Santa is back in his sleigh with his new human. For the rest of the night, you listen to the two of them chatting amicably. You even overhear Santa telling them that they can feed the reindeer. And every once in awhile, you can feel Santa lovingly caress you within his stomach. You have flashbacks to one year ago when you were on the outside and witnessed him doing the same.

Then everything clicks together. You’re not the first to end up here. And you certainly won’t be the last.

And so the night comes to a close. You feel Santa return to the North Pole and listen to him bid his new human goodnight before heading to bed himself. As you will yourself to sleep too, you wonder how long this is going to last…

You end up remaining inside Santa for far longer than you expect. From what you can tell, you’re in there for months. You never feel any pain, but you can tell your physical body is slowly being broken down and absorbed. It gets harder and harder to find the strength to move, but every time you do, you’re once more met with a comforting rub and a few soft words.

As the months go by, not only do you lose the strength to move (you’re not even sure if there’s anything left of your physical body to move), but you find it harder and harder to stay conscious of what’s going on outside your little prison. But you’re roused just enough when you hear Santa say one last sentence to someone on the outside.

“I have one last gift to finish, and I want you to be a part of it.”

What little remains of your consciousness flutters a bit as you recognize those words and realize it must have been a full year now. It’s time for you to be replaced.

And just as you have this thought, you feel everything slip away, and you’re met with a void of endless darkness. There’s quiet and freedom. At last, you find peace.

[hum--hallelujah]

honestly if I were ever to throw the Suitehearts into any of my Killjoys stuff the dynamic would literally be the stupidest thing in the world. you do not want to have the Four and those guys together in any setting. it's a recipe for disaster. Jet and Benzedrine bitch and bicker like old ladies. telepathic warfare is waged via a complex language of glares and eyebrow movements between everyone in the room. Sandman makes a wholeheartedly joking comment to Ghoul like "I want to study you in a lab" and Kobra Kid gives him a black eye on the spot. Crab and Donnie end up playing hide n seek with the Girl until someone else who isn't aware of the game accidentally dumps a whole dude out of their hiding spot on accident and then gets elbowed for it. everyone hates each other but they're also kind of pals in the way that people who occasionally help each other out but don't see each other outside of that can be. that kind of thing

[josephtrohman]

(x)

[mutantmash]

This isnt something I really post about on my blog, but i hate the “if it doesnt involve me, i dont care” mentality.

You should want to help out people in need, you should want to make your neighborhood or school a better place. Theres obviously nothing wrong making yourself a priority. But i feel like so many people lack a basic understanding of community.

Seeing people around me ignore those in need, or make blatantly uneducated and harmful statements about people struggling is pissing me off to no end.

[krikeymate]

How would sam react to tara wolfing out for the first time?

That werewolf form was adorable!

Most werewolves wouldn’t be that small when the first shift right?

Ffts a

By werewolf standards, Tara is absolutely tiny. She's regular wolf sized. Werewolves are about twice the size of regular wolves. For reference, an adult wolf is about 2 foot 6. The average werewolf is one that's 5 foot 2 (which is still taller than me 🥲). They massive. (That's floor-to-shoulder size, not if they were like standing up on hind legs size, which they can't do because they're not bipedal anymore. Right? They're not... right? 👀)

ANYWAY.

It's August 21st 2017, and Tara had come home from Amber's in a huff. Tara's been moody for days, argumentative and restless.

Sam's been agitated herself, the solar eclipse earlier in the day had left her wolf gnashing at the seams of her body, desperate to be free and run, confused. A problem that is uniquely hers, Sam had long since discovered; a secret she has no intention of ever getting loose. Sam's wolf feels far less constrained by the moon than it ought to be. There's been many times she's felt the ripple of transformation beneath her skin, waiting to burst free. She fears the day it happens, fears what it would mean. For her, for Tara.

She keeps it locked inside and leaves her sister be, wondering if she was ever this bad at that age. (Worse, her wolf declares. She feels a little judged.)

Sam's dicing vegetables for dinner when she hears it, a crash from upstairs. Her first thought is oh, Tara's trashing her room, that's real mature, and then she hears the whimper. It sounds pained, and Sam's up the stairs, with the knife still in hand, in an instant.

Tara's locked door - and she has no business locking her door, Sam idly thinks - is nothing but a minor irritation, the handle easily crushed beneath her fingers and the lock displaced by her fist. Slamming the door open, Sam's greeted by the sight of her sister hunched over on the floor, hair curtaining her face and an arm around her stomach, panting.

"Tara! Tara's, what's going on?" Sam blurts out, worried and stepping into the room.

The girl just groans in response. When she lifts her head, Sam finds herself dumbfounded, the knife slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor.

Her sister's eyes are glowing, her iris' somewhere between yellow and orange, instead of the warm dark brown she loves.

Her wolf gains an understanding of the situation faster than she does, sending notions of excitement through her veins. Cub, CUB! it chants in her head. It doesn't seem at all concerned with the glaring issue right now, namely that this can't be happening.

"It's not a full moon," Sam mumbles, eyes now catching the claws where Tara's nails should be, the fangs peeking out through her grimacing mouth, the inhuman whines. She's filled with dread.

Her sister's arm collapses underneath her and she falls to the floor with a cry, body curling inwards from the pain.

Sam throws herself forward and onto her knees. One hand begins to stroke through her sister's hair in an attempt to soothe her, and with the other she wiggles her fingers in between one of Tara's clenched fists. She can smell the growing scent of iron from where Tara has dug her claws into her own fist, breaking the skin.

"Sam," Tara chokes out through clenched teeth. "It hurts."

Sam has always felt Tara's pain as if it were her own, tears on her sister's face like a hand around her throat, every sad expression a knife in the chest. She knows what to expect, just how much this is going to hurt her, how much it's going to break Sam's heart to sit there and watch and be able to do nothing to take it away. There's a reason wolves have evolved to turn so young, the process is agonising in the beginning. She never wanted this for her sister. The older Tara got, the more Sam wished she would never turn, if only so she would never have to experience this pain.

She pulls Tara up and into her lap, softly hushing at her distressed whimpers. She ignores the way Tara's claws dig into her arms, desperate for a purchase to keep her grounded through the pain.

The first crack of bone and the scream from her sister has herself whimpering, unable to continue comforting Tara. She just holds on to her tight and hopes for it to be over soon.

By the end of it, Sam's left with an armful of dark brown fur interspersed with auburn locks. Her sister can't be bigger than a dog, her wolf's cries of cub stand true after all. Her sister is just a pup. She wonders if this is a side-effect of turning late, if she'll grow, or if she's destined to stay this stunted size.

Our cub. Yes, she thinks, our little pup. Play?

Sam looks down at the amber eyes staring back up at her, and runs a hand across Tara's ear.

The movement makes her sister jump, and she falls from Sam's lap with a yelp. Sam watches Tara struggle to get back on her feet, unused to this form and unable to control herself.

The rush of affection overwhelms her, and Sam finds her skin slipping before she can stop it.

As a wolf, Sam towers over her sister, but Tara isn't scared. She's surrounded by home and pack and safe. Her tail begins to wag from her place on the floor. Then she's enclosed, trapped beneath Sam's paws as she laps at her face. Tara whines, but her tail never stops wagging.

[pocketcrimes]

Was just trying to think about a general plot line for my fic... I kept being asked to have one to at least have an ending or something else than small stories bleeding into one another.

But, I kinda don't know what to do.

It could from, -Let the boys out and let's go life outside the pizzaplex -End up helping Nessa finishing the job since bits of virus is left? Or prevent a come back from Springtrap/Glitchtrap that could have linger in the system? -Other villain going around? -Just stories forever until maybe something happen? -Something going to befall on the daycare?

Trying to have some help and ideas if ever x_x I'm kinda alone on my corner that actually care about lore in FNAF, or overall LOL I can't really discuss about it to nobody.

So small help call on tumblr in case some people would have ideas?

[neurospicyyy]

Yes, I threw fits when I was a kid.

No, I wasn’t in control.

No, you shouldn’t judge me for it.

Yes, I am aware you think I had the choice.

But surely you understand I didn’t really have one?

Surly you understand I was struggling?

That I’m still struggling?

That I always will be?

[gu1lty-as-sin]

sigh. rewatching gilmore girls again

[katanaski]

I smoked a bowl with my ex's brother so I'm feeling pretty good rn