#this is a

[catboyklug]

3 part stream of consciousness dream fic abt a barely anywhere near canon au i've been writing in a cave alone for 500000 years and also with roleplay partners

The sky just before-after night.

The rotting pear-shaped organism floating above a sea of blood.

“You get what this means.”

“Explain it to me like I’m twelve,” she grins, face turned away from the knife in her hand.

“That wasn’t a question,” the shadow repeats, “You’re the one giving meaning to this. I’m just being dragged along for the ride.”

“Right. Sure.”

Flesh sloughs from the pear-shaped thing onto her blade.

Hesitation strikes, oddly enough.

“You do realize you’re the only one who can save him, right? Nobody else even has a clue.”

“I know.”

“Then do it,” the shadow says, annoyance sharp as the blade. “Neither of us want to see him suffer needlessly over all of this. We can stop it.”

Long-forgotten words fall, from the sky and into her lap. Soft, round, familiarly-accented and beautiful. Change, life, growth, love.

“It’s not our choice to make,” she recites from the pile, her eyes skipping over her favorites as she tries to ignore the past.

“Yes, it is,” the shadow growls, “And we’re the only ones who can make it. So do. it.”

Even underneath the flesh, the blade gleams beautifully in the sunset’s dying light.

It’s beautiful. All of it is so, so beautiful. The most beautiful thing she’s seen in years.

Her muzzle turns towards the sky. To the rotting organ above her, practically begging for respite against the torture its faced.

It’s not her decision to make.

But it has to be.

Against all odds,

Against everything she has ever been told,

She raises the knife.

It’s a young man’s deathbed - at the very least,

it could be.

The air is heavy, thick -

the grief is palpable.

He may never sing again.

The hospital light fades into dark, and the dark shies away from the artificial-artificial light that shines from the Never-Real gemstone.

“This hasn’t happened before.”

A twisted type of speech echoes from her throat, in greeting to one she hates the most.

He doesn’t respond.

All song; life; any retorts; words; are all dead in his throat before he speaks. He is, in essence, a corpse.

This should bring her joy.

“I’m dealing with it. The thing you made. That new-type of curse.”

He blinks, maybe in acknowledgement.

“If it were up to me, it wouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

The memory of a scoff is exhaled from his throat. For a moment, she understands him.

No longer than a moment, she understands.

“I’ll deal with it.”

The spotlight fades.

She stares.

It’s a small island.

The light in an apartment beside her flickers. A shadow enters her sight, then leaves.

Blood drips from the ceiling of her all-too-comfortable home.

Blue, red. The mix comes naturally.

There is a red light on the horizon. One she can’t recognize.

The deep midnight sky could be considered blue.

Comfort, or fear, seeps through nothing into something.

She does not live in an apartment.

Her house is short, squat. Her bedroom is on the other side of the house, hidden by mounds of what people considered garbage.

She’s dealing with it.

She’s dealt with it.

One of the lights is off. The other blinks, slowly, in monotone rainbow.

Blood drips down the side of her face - red -

Onto her gloves, the substance inside - blue.

Now, she is a new type of death. She feels it in the smell that reaches her as she forces herself out of the cockpit, onto the grass, into the world like the thing she just stopped from coming into the world.

A stream of consciousness that will never make it past the first stage. Stopped before it could start. A project that will never see the light of day.

It did not take the mech to do this.

The mech of that cell was not so strong.

She has done this with her own two, four, eight, five-thousand hands.

She has stopped it from ever beginning.

[00venator]

Emotions ((exist))

"Well where gonna be mad about it."

I am Guy Mad At Things stereotype. This gives me gender euphoria.

[koof]

(ง •̀_•́)ง

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

[eatanorange]

morning NOT GOOD alexa play howling by Noah Kahan so I can think about wolfstar

[korpsewax]

top thomas armitage is real. if you get it, you get it. if you dont...

[bear-boi-5]

PIZZ? LIKE PISS?

IM GONNA FUCKING STRANGLE YOU, WHO ARE YOU, IM GONNA GET YOU

[fromkenari]

I love it when a mutual has a hyperfixation that I know nothing about. The only things I learn about it are from their unhinged posts yelling about something very specific, which could either be the entire plot of the thing they're yelling about, or it could just be something that only exists in meta. I love it when my mutuals are enthralled with their interests. Yes, yes, ramble with more random keysmashes and capital letters about the poor little meow meow man. I love that he's your favorite misunderstood blorbo. I support you. You have committed no crimes and his are all forgiven because you love him so much.

[floralcavern]

I don't care how metal the character's death was, I WANT THEM BACK NOW

[phoenixthunderbolt]

What are they watching?

[rainewheelerlovesbyler]

me after seeing mike flirting with Will next season

I KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING MICHEAL, I KNOW WHAT EVERYONES DOING ALL THE TIME

[honeybuns-soulmate]

i am crying over my child's lore im so sad for them/srs i :(

i just wanna buy them a happy meal and andn and take them to chuck e cheese and tell them they dont need to be scared anymore :((

[tobethemselves]

Louis’ shows 2025 (and other events)

Shows:

06.03.2025 Electric Brixton Show

09.03.2025 Lollapalooza India

09.07.2025 Ejekt Festival

11.07.2025 ZOA city Zürich

26.07.2025 MBank Summer Festival

Events:

15.06.2025 Soccer Aid

[wolfgirllesbian]

imagine your f/o helping you move and theyre so kind and calm and helpful throughout the ordeal and they remind you to take breaks and drink water and dont get upset when you sit down for five minutes in fact they sit with you and they make sure you havent hurt yourself and they dont rush or push you and they communicate what they need and expect from you today and they dont yell at you or expect you to read their mind

[justfortrolls]

Chronic Pain Jester Squad. I'm gonna tell my kids these were The Beatles.

[corvidcovens]

i hope everyone has a great 28th!

[crustyfloor]

matching earrings huh