#can i tag that?

[ghoulishcavern]

listennnn LISTENNNN i know the whole “Light of the Server” thing was a bit But. scar literally loves being Gods Favorite ok.

[theplagueratt]

Genloss characters as TMA avatars :D

[avahkadoo]

Warden Indrix wearing mirrorshades

[burning-idiot]

I made a song about the Administration

So in my music production class, we had a challenge to create a song in 45 minutes. I was still thinking about the administration from Ninjago and decided to make a theme that I think fits the vibe, and i think it turned out pretty well!

[munchkin1156]

Horror and Help

So, want to know what happens when I get g/t angst brainrot? Read under the cut. Warning, this chapter is mostly a panic attack, so please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Also contains mildly graphic death and blood, so sorry about that aswell. Enjoy!

Crack. Tailbiter watches in horror as her father's body is crushed between the humans fingers. If she squints, she can see his eyes roll back, but only for a moment as the hand envelopes his head too. Crunch. Blood leaks through the clenched fist, and she can only watch as the unhinged grin appears on the humans face as they open their palm. The borrower then looks away, she doesn't want to, she can't want to see what remained of him. She turns, ears flat against her head, tail poofed up, and ran.

Get to the walls walls bad human knows run get away get out of HERE-

Her thoughts screamed and she obeyed. It was snowing outside, but she didn't notice. Tears blurred her vision and the memory of her father dying to that- that monster played on repeat. The next few-? Minutes? Hours? Went by in a daze, she ran and ran, until all that was powering her was her adrenaline and then on she ran still when it had stopped.

She only slowed down once she couldn't run. Her breath was fast, and her fingers numb, and only then did Tailbiter realise exactly where she was. In a human street, alone, without supplies, and with snow coming in quickly, so quickly that she was soon half buried.

With all hope lost, the borrower curled in on herself. She cried silently on the ground as the snow fell around her, covering her entirely. Nothing mattered anymore. Everything was all a waste. The human had found them, and- and it was all her fault.

. . .

"Oh my god it's cold." Jader shivered as he walked through the snow. The pest control member sighed. He never liked his job, exterminating small creatures always made him feel guilty. But the pay was good, and he didn't want to starve. Something glinted in the corner of his eye, and he turned to look. Something in the snow? He knelt down to look. He brushed snow off it and it was...

"What?"

His first thought was a mouse. It was the same size as one, but... "That's not a mouse!? It can't be..." He muttered to himself. Mice didn't have long tails, or that kind of ears, and most importantly, mice didn't have clothes and humane features. They especially didn't wear gold necklaces. The... Tiny person, was freezing. It shivered, and was cold to the touch. Out of its mouth, blood trickled, and it's armed seemed twisted painfully. It seemed to have been crying. He would have to take it home, to help it. Jader was certain that he would help it no matter what, or at least try. He had to...

[sheltershock]

Being sick is the worst. I can’t imagine how hard it would be for a psychic…or can I? 

Sasha already has a canon aversion to germs. I wouldn’t say he’s a hypochondriac, but he’d probably consider getting sick one of the worst things that can happen to him. The most dreadful part is the removal of his bodily autonomy. He's fine with smoking cigarettes, and is aware that they’re bad, but that’s a choice he’s making about his body. He did not choose for someone to come into his shared space sick, spread their germs around, and now he has the suffer the painful consequences of their actions. Absolutely not. Since he can’t really police sick people though he’s really conscious about germs and sanitation. He probably casually has boxes of disposable face masks just in case he has to encounter a sick person, and his aesthetic lets him get away with it for the most part without anyone suspecting anything offensive. But when he does get sick it’s him drifting in and out of consciousness trying to work from home, failing, and then succumbing to exhaustion. Lots of loss of productivity guilt.  

Sasha never thought he’d have to take care of anyone while they’re sick, after all that’s what hospitals are for, and he chose to not work in a hospital. But then at some point after they moved in together, Milla eventually got sick. Honestly his first thought was to leave and stay in a hotel until she got better. She said she’d be fine and that she can take care of herself anyway. But they’re together, and seeing Milla upset/unwell makes him…uncomfortable. Plus, he’s probably already been exposed anyway so…he chose to stay. He moved into the living space  for the foreseeable future, keeping everything as disinfected as possible and left the bedroom to serve as a quarantine. Milla was initially surprised to wake up to see Sasha still there, knowing what he’s like, but was ultimately happy by it. 

As a caretaker, Milla is used to germs. She’s pretty much ready to be a nurse to whoever for however long it takes for them to recover from their sickness. She keeps track of medicine and administration times, food and drinks, cleanliness, even just being nearby and available for emotional needs. She’s got everything under control, so there’s nothing to worry about. She applies the same philosophy as herself being sick: you just need to slow down and rest up, darling.

Milla, however, was not expecting that she wouldn’t really receive the same level of care from Sasha she gives to everyone else when they’re sick. He’d almost never be in the room with her, no matter how many times she’d try to convince him. He’d happily talk to her through telepathy but it wasn’t really the same to her. She had the romantic idea of her feverishly speaking her mind as her lover grasped her hand from her bedside, like in romantic comedies. And even if they both ended up catching the same illness at least they could stay with each other in painful solidarity. Sasha did not find this fantasy funny nor romantic. Whenever he was in the room with her, he always had a medical mask and disposable gloves on. But that was a rare sight after she kept trying to grasp his wrist to convince him to stay with her. She completely understands why he wouldn’t, but it still hurt. 

Instead of bringing out food or drinks, Milla would wake up to bowls on the bedside table and glasses of water. It initially took her a few hours and several micro naps to realize the glass hadn’t actually become empty despite how much she’d drink. Medicine would be laid out nicely with handwritten notes with instructions and timecards which listed out the previous times she’d woken up to take them. The washcloths on her forehead, around her neck and wrapped around her wrists hadn’t dried out yet.

Milla considers getting sick as a sign from the universe or just her body that she needs to slow down and take care of herself. Her body is looking for her! And since she’s pretty active and generally healthy, Milla doesn’t get sick very often, which only serves to prove her own mindset. She doesn’t have any problems with taking those sick days off, sleeping most of the day, watching TV, having soup and warm drinks…she just wishes she felt like doing any of those things. The aches and pains just make her really clingy to anyone willing to give her the time of day, willing to talk their ear off. She doesn't enjoy being alone for long periods of time when she’s well, and she especially doesn't like it when she’s sick. And in the delirium that comes with a fever, her control over her own mind slips.

Fever dreams mock her pain as the Nightmares twist and tangle her past and present emotions into a living hell. While technically someone could go in there and defeat all her Nightmares, they’d just reform quicker than it’s worth to get rid of them. Her fatigue from the illness has her subconscious mostly taking the reins rather than her waking mind. And as a result,  the regeneration time is insane as her memories fire off in jumbled slideshows some people would refer to as dreams. As much as she’d like to spend all her time sick staying up with the hypnotic static of a TV screen, the stable pages of a book or the allure of a new conversation, she has to return to that world eventually. There are few things that can alleviate her Nightmares on good days, and even less on her worst ones. But sometimes, despite her illness, Sasha will climb in with Milla and hold her while she sleeps. 

She’d stir amongst feverish dreams where party guests shrink and don the distorted screaming faces of people long lost. Beside frigid, hissing flames she’d feel sheets and blankets she’s under shift, and hear mumbles about how sticky the linen is with lukewarm sweat. And as she opens her eyes she’d see her upper body and head be moved so a pair of arms securely wrap themselves around her shoulders and waist. Another shiver would slide down her spine. Boiling parts of her body that were locked away under the blankets would be exposed to the cruel air conditioned exterior. 

But she’d feel the warmth wrapped around her upper body from the new embrace and yawn. Tears would well in her eyes from the pulsating rhythm down her neck, and her lover would shudder, being all too knowledgeable about the germs being released as she opened her mouth. A shaky hand would find its way to the side of her head. She coughed, quickly grasping onto the much cleaner fabric of her lover’s clothes. But as she eased her breathing she’d feel a slow, soothing stroking sensation ever so lightly on the surface of her scalp, through her hair, and to the bare skin of her neck. 

Her eyelids would grow heavy again. But unwilling to return the fiery hellscape currently commandeering her own party, she’d forcibly grasp them open again. She’d yawn again, and feel the hand combing through her hair twitch– just for a second. But Sasha is here. She allows her vision to fall to black, and just focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the slightly faster heart rate. Like the lull of a moving train, she’d drift off and her dreams would be a little less worse. Faces become transparent. Frostbitten, charred wallpaper is more vibrant. The vocals of the music fall to murmurs. The real world still calls. Still hearing the hum of the air conditioner, feeling the rise and fall akin to warm ocean waves and the scent of something she can’t quite put her finger on through her stuffy nose, but she knows smells good. 

She hums lightly, about to say something, but the vibrations only make the soreness worse. She opens her mouth, before closing it and burying her face farther into his chest. She swallows and her throat burns. A weight from the back of her head tilts towards her face and everything starts to feel more distant. She clutches the fabric harder. It twists in her grimy fingers. 

The arm around her waist shifts as a hand reaches up to cusp the side of her jawline. With one arm around her back and the other resting over her breast, she sighs into another yawn. Exhaling softly, her grip loosens as her fingers relax and rests into the mild heat of a warm body. And her mind does too. 

For a brief moment she looks through her eyes again. The blankets bear different patterns. Her arms are wrapped around a pillow, but it’s just as soft. Light pours into the hallway from a widening door frame. The mirror inside the hallway bathroom is completely fogged up. An arm stretches into view as the light disappears with a click. Milla’s eyes close and she can hear the kettle hiss as she drifts off again. 

[orangeofthegarden]

I cant stop editing aot manga frames

[classic-entp]

Classic-ENTP #33

Person: Wow, how do you manage all of this? You have exams, you're volunteering, you're taking extra online courses, you're moving, and you have an active social life. You must be so stressed.

ENTP: *nervous laughter* yeah, it can get stressful sometimes

ENTP talking to the camera like they're in a mockumentary: I'm not stressed at all actually. To be honest, I don't even remember the last time I felt anything. But I do have an insatiable curiosity to figure out how the brain of a squirrel works. I tried to Google it and the only thing that came up was research articles talking about the kind of diseases that can be transmitted by eating squirrel brains. Needless to say, my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

[runnamu]

Hi! :)

Some of you must be from twitter, so I think no more introduction since everyone know what I like to draw sksksksk but let me write it since it’s my first post here

Hello I’m Runni who loves drawing namjin! 

(Mostly drawing botjoon fanarts uwu)

Actually idc who’s top or bottom actually, I just draw what I like hmmm

I’ll slowwwlllyyyy upload some of my fanarts later, thank you for reading!

[primes-ass-on-glass]

Off topic but do you guys ever wonder if Rickorty antis are deadass masochists or something?

[fantasiavii]

Okay actually this needs it’s own post

I dreamt I was watching Disney’s first movie about a gay couple with a friend. It was animated. The whole thing was about how everyone thought they were rivals but really they were friends and then at the end you realize they’re really secretly lovers. And then as they leaned in to kiss there was an AD BREAK

[danathebestintern]

sexy sexy (/nsx) bitches hyperfixate on their source

-Marius

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[divorce-enjoyer]

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

[cloud-ya]

outcast of the village

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.