#tw for mentions of illness and death

[jamtamart]

what conclave movie did yall watch

[uhhlifeig]

Ratio - May 11 - word count: 418 - @wolfstarmicrofic - cw: terminal illness

Statistically speaking, Remus had no chance of survival.

Sirius knew that. Of course he did.

He was just so hopeful that they could make it through, put all of this behind them, and live their lives out together.

The universe had other plans.

“Terminal lucidity,” he heard the hospital staff whisper. “No more time.”

He’d been rushed into Remus’s room immediately, a doctor giving them a look of pity. 

“We’ll leave you two alone for now. I’ll call Mr. Potter and Mr. Pettigrew,” he said, the door clicking shut behind him.

“Sirius?” Remus asked, sitting up fully, legs swinging off of the cot that he was on. “You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here, Moony.” Sirius tried to smile, but his eyes grew teary. “Did you hear-”

“Yes, Pads,” Remus sighed. “I know this is terminal lucidity. Yes, it's temporary. And yes, I know I’m going to die soon. It’s alright.”

“It’s really not,” Sirius said, a few stray tears slipping down his cheeks. “I was looking forward to having a life with you, Remus. I wanted to watch you grow old.”

“And I wanted to be here with you.”

A moment of silence, only broken by their sniffles.

“Do you remember,” Remus said. “Do you remember when Slughorn was teaching us ratios in maths, but we were too busy passing notes?”

“How could I forget?” Sirius laughed, voice watery. “We were talking about the dance the night before, right?”

“Right. Do you remember what song we danced to, when you ditched your date and took me onto the dance floor instead?”

“Wasn’t it something by Queen?”

“Right in one.” Remus picked up Sirius’s phone, poking around at the screen.

The first notes of Love of My Life drifted through the small room.

“Sirius Orion Black, do you care to have a last dance with me?”

“Can you stand?” Sirius asked, focusing on the physical world instead of the current of emotions that had just dragged him under.

“Yes, I can. Now c’mon, Pads, let us have this. It’s alright.”

“I’m supposed to be comforting you right now, Remus.”

“Just because I’m next to my deathbed doesn’t mean you’re the man in this relationship,” Remus snarked. “Shut up and dance, goddamit.”

If Sirius closed his eyes, he could imagine that they were twirling around in their own home, away from the antiseptic and the imminent death and the past and future and everything wrong with the world.

Remus kissed his cheek as the song wound down. 

“Happy anniversary, Pads.”

[torchflies]

The real reason why our favorite green-eyed gremlin has no family besides Carole, Bradley and Goose. (WARNING, READ TAGS).

Maverick was born behind a neon-lit bar on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, sometime in 1964. His father, a traitor who went down in ‘Nam. His mother, a dancer who disappeared as quickly as she arrived, left him sitting in an alley at two years old, wearing a paisley scarf and holding a handful of pictures and papers. But the queens found him.

They were the performers of The Garden of Eve, a half-underground drag revue known for its peacock-feathered glamour, subversive laughter, and the kind of love you didn’t talk about in broad daylight. All they had was each other and now — they had a little boy to raise. Miss Ruby D’Vine was the first to pick him up. “Well hello, little love,” She said, cradling him in rhinestone-covered arms. “We didn't ask for you, but some of the best things come from the clearance rack, darling.”

By the time he was ten, Maverick could hot-roll a wig, cinch a corset, and quote lines from Mildred Pierce with frightening accuracy. His guardians — Ruby, Charis, Maude, and Auntie Legs — raised him not just to survive but to dazzle. He learned early that strength could wear false lashes and walk in six-inch heels through a thunderstorm, baby. That was how Maude came to his after-school functions, holding out her perfectly manicured hand for him to take. “Come along, Peter Pan.”

In the seventies, The Garden was more than a nightclub. It was sanctuary. It was the school of life. It was church. The queens taught Maverick everything — how to lip-sync and sew, how to stand tall when people sneered, how to throw shade that could cut and how to use glitter as both armor and gospel. They brought him to balls, they taught him how to charm his way through the doors of life.

He was sixteen the first time someone in their tight circle got sick. Miss Loretta Love started coughing backstage. “Just the flu,” She said with a painted-on smile. But she never got better. They took care of her, even as she wasted and forgot her favorite songs, forgot her dances.

They didn’t have a name for it yet — only rumors, only whispers. “Some kind of gay cancer,” The papers muttered, GRID, as if their very existence was an affliction and this was the solution. And then one by one, Maverick’s world began to vanish. Charis stopped performing and lost weight until her sequin gowns hung on her like mourning veils. Maude couldn’t hold a tune or a spoon, she went blind and then it was Maverick who buffed and painted her nails for her casket. Auntie Legs died in a hospital room alone, misgendered even on her death certificate. He screamed and hollered when they put her in a suit for the viewing. He was the only family she had left, and his mother would be buried in her best evening gown.

Maverick would sit in the dressing rooms, now quiet and haunted, staring at empty styrofoam heads. He tried to keep the club running. Ruby, who had always been the strongest, still painted on her smile but no longer performed when she couldn't cover the lesions anymore. “They’re forgetting us, Peter.” She whispered to him once, in the dark as she fought going to the ward. “Like we were never here. I'm so sorry, Peter Pan, I'm going to have go on without you.”

She found that second star and she was gone too.

But Maverick fights. He takes their lessons and carries them, even as the city turns its back. He makes flyers for memorials. He marches. He screams at politicians with no faces as he buries more friends and family than any teenager should have to. He meets the two people who are going to mean the world to him one day — at an ACT-UP march. A pair of twenty-somethings from Nowhere, Tennessee.

By the time the eighties roll in, The Garden of Eve is long shuttered, its sign rusting above boarded doors. But Maverick — no longer a boy, not yet a man — keeps a shoebox full of polaroids, press-on nails, lipstick tubes, and old ticket stubs. He calls it his inheritance.

And whenever he puts on one of Ruby’s old coats, he stands just a little taller. Because he was raised not by a village, but by a galaxy of stars, and even in grief, they taught him how to shine.

No amount of Academy rejections or Navy men bellowing in his face will ever tamp down that shine — and if he still gravitates to bar mics like the queens who raised him? Well, he's still their Peter Pan underneath this get-up.

[demiboydemon]

I was going to feel sad about the United Health CEO dying but my insurance doesn’t cover sympathy. Maybe losing weight will help?

[raineandsky]

#137

tw: mentions of death

“You might consider yourself lucky, [Hero],” the supervillain snaps coolly, “being here, still alive. You are only alive because I let you—because you are much more fun to slowly squeeze the life from, until you’re begging me to end it all, and we will have plenty of time for that.”

With one last cold glare and a swish of his coat, the supervillain leaves the hero in the dungeon. The hero would be inclined to call it a prison, or even a cage, but the walls are damp and there’s bloodied chains sitting in one corner, so in their mind this counts very much as a dungeon.

They settle against the cool stone as comfortably as they can manage, which frankly isn’t comfortable at all. They close their eyes, a sigh escaping their lips. They’re prepared to face whatever agonies are doubtlessly ready for them ahead. Waiting for said agonies will be boring, that’s all.

“You too, huh?”

The hero opens their eyes to glance across the dungeon, to the other side of the darkness. They can only just make out the outline of a figure sulking in the other corner, but they recognise the voice all the same.

“Fancy seeing you here,” the hero says with a short laugh. “What did you do?”

The villain practically growls. “I’m not entertaining you.”

“It’s not entertainment; I’m just curious.”

There’s a second of silence, and the hero thinks they might get an answer before the villain simply says, “You first.”

“Fucked up.” The hero shrugs, though they can’t tell if the villain can see it or not. “Did something not particularly heroic.”

The villain shifts a little, chains clanking together with the movement. “Huh.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I figured it must be something bad.” The villain makes a noise that might be a laugh or a scoff. “[Supervillain] doesn’t get super serious with just anyone.”

“Must’ve been pretty serious for you to end up down here, then,” the hero comments with a huff.

The villain raises an hand to their face, and the hero gets a glimpse of the line of chain trailing from their wrist.

“Oh, it’s whatever. I also fucked up. Did something…” The villain grapples for a word awkwardly. “Not villainous.”

The hero barks a laugh that seems to make the villain jump, if the sudden clank of metal is anything to go by, but they can’t help it. A newfound anti-hero and a good-hearted villain sharing a supervillain’s dungeon. What a pair they make.

“You’ve peaked my curiosity,” the hero says brightly. “Please, continue.”

Like a broken record, “You first.”

“Ah, y’know, the usual.” The hero doesn’t really want to say it out loud. “I, uh… I killed someone.”

“Oh.” The silence following that is uncomfortably long, until, thankfully, the villain adds, “Yeah, you’re right, that’s not very heroic.”

The hero nods, though they’re not sure if the villain can see it. “I didn’t mean to. It was another villain. I don’t know who—they had red hair and glasses.”

“Oh,” the villain repeats, a little more strained this time. “Yeah, that’ll do it. They’re one of [Supervillain]’s favourites. Or were, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Eh.” The villain waves a hand at them nonchalantly. “I didn’t really like them, honestly. They were always showing me up in front of [Supervillain], but I think that’s why he liked them. I wasn’t as willing to throw my comrades under the bus for attention.”

They clear their throat awkwardly, and the hero takes the hint. “What about you, then?” they ask shortly. “What did you do?”

The villain sighs, the puff of warm air catching in the one strip of sun lighting the place. “Well, quite the opposite.” A cough of a laugh jolts them slightly, like they weren’t expecting it. “I stopped [Supervillain] from killing someone, and they got away.”

The hero sits on that for a moment. “That’s very noble of you,” they offer eventually.

“Oh, don’t you start.” The villain tsks in annoyance. “I already have [Supervillain] calling me soft for it.”

“I can’t blame him. I mean… are we sure I’m the hero and you’re the villain here?”

The villain laughs like the idea is ludicrous, and the hero laughs too because it is, but then a silence falls over them and the hero knows that they’re both thinking the same thing.

“You know,” the villain starts slowly, “I’ve never really liked being here.”

The hero snorts humorously. “I can’t say I’m a big fan of grotty dungeons either.”

“Not here, you moron,” the villain snaps. “I mean here, with the villains. As one of them.”

“Oh, cheers to that. The agency has too many rules.”

“This hellhole doesn’t have enough.”

“Well,” the hero says brightly, “I’m sensing something big is happening here.”

The villain hums thoughtfully. “Can we maybe talk about it outside of the dank dungeon?”

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask.” The hero’s mind is already running through plans, scenarios, ways of escape. It’s always easier with a teammate, anyway. “Let’s get the hell out of here and start our new lives.”

[so-very-small]

“When a fellow fairy dies, we plant a small ring of their favorite flowers and burry them in the middle. Once grass grows over the grave, we erect a special statue made from stone that honors something the deceased loved. We have a celebration when we raise the statues, feasting and dancing, all in the name of the fae who passed.”

“Whoa… that’s really thoughtful. You fairies love to be elaborate. Us borrowers have to be sneaky, we can’t have big funerals. And we don’t typically do burials, there’s no where to really burry people inside.”

“So, what does your kind do with their dead?”

“Garbage disposal, usually.”

[sporeclan]

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Here's a little prologue! Hope you enjoy the backstory of this clan! I'm pretty proud of it, honestly.

Because there's a pretty low contrast on the text in some of these panels, I've written them down under the cut for anyone who's struggling to read it! I've also added some image descriptions to the images themselves :]

Moon ??

A new fungus starts growing in the clan's territories.

Soon, the Star-reach Tree succumbs to the fungus.

It spreads fast and eats most things.

Within moons, trees start falling.

The clans' connection to StarClan has been severed

Desperate for resources and lost without guidance, the clans are driven to war.

The loss of trees means loss of food and shelter for prey...

As a result, most prey evacuate the area, leaving the clans to starve.

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War ravages the already weakened clans.

Only few cats remain when the dust settles...

And fewer stay for long.

The clans are no more.

A single cat rallies a small group of former enemies together.

Crowwhistle

has a vivid dream

SporeClan has been founded!

Moon 0

First moon of New-Leaf

[one-hit-boy-wonder]

The fact that people feel the need to invent trauma for Tim when canonically this dude has two parents die and another parent go insane and maybe also die when the city fucking blew up and then the fourth parent went missing and was assumed to be dead and Tim ALSO watched his friend die in a school shooting and then his girlfriend died in a gang war and then two of his best friends also died and these are just the big things like remember when he caught the plague? I’m just saying this guy has in fact seen some shit we don’t need to completely ruin Bruce and Jack and Janet to give him some whump

[galaxygermdraws]

The Life Series returned to my brain and I have to cope with it so I did this??? I don't really know why I did this I just. I needed to get some scribbley thoughts out (please talk to me about my madness It has been like 4 days I am trapped here)

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

[beeissurroundedbywords]

question: anybody would be up to read a band au that starts like this?

cause like if you wanna i can write it 👉👈 i'm on exams season so i need as many simultaneous projects as i can have (i wish that was a joke but i really need to disassociate)

so yeah..... sarcastic ghost remus narrator anyone??

[cubibibism]

tw: vent :3

me when the bad attachment problems come in (i am guilty over a fictional character) (i cant accept that hes fictional) (i feel bad being attached to anyone that's not him) (i dont want to be attached to anyone but my husband) (i need to obsess over him for a bit and only talk to him for a couple million years until and after he's dead)

[electrozeistyking]

hey you know what. when I think about the in rot and infection au sometimes i give myself psychic damage. like i'll apply it to a concept where one of the other party members are looping, and realize, on account how siffrin starts the first loop in irai, he's kinda just doomed no matter which angle you take it from. which is a major ouch, especially for me.

like oh he got crushed by rock? yeah you have to save him from getting crushed next time. by the way turns out he's also infected. whoops. full of pourirr disease now.

irai!odile specifically is the only one who has the nerve to bash their head in and make them loop back, so if it's an odile looping au, she has to deal with having to do that every loop. and if it's anybody else they have to deal with potentially watching her do that.

AHAHA IT WOULD ESPECIALLY BE BAD IF IT WAS A BONNIE LOOPING AU. y'all that is an entire preteen right there, and odile does what she does without taking that into consideration. like first they're in a time loop, and frin got crushed. now it turns out frin has pourrir disease, and is dangerous. then dile runs up and bashes his head in, effectively killing him in however many strikes it would take her.

CAN YOU??? FREAKING??? IMAGINE THAT??? HOW BONNIE WOULD FEEL??? OR EVEN MIRABELLE OR ISABEAU IF THEY'RE THE LOOPER INSTEAD FOR THAT MATTER??? LIKE AT LEAST SIFFRIN LOOPS BACK FROM THAT, BUT EVERYONE ELSE HAS TO DEAL WITH THE AFTERMATH.

also pretty messed up of me to take Siffrin, notorious disliker of change, and then drop a weird sickness that forces drastic changes to his body (in a remarkably short span of time all things considered) on him. and he has to loop back from that every time he's infected.

he'll reset, sure. but now he also has to deal with knowing he might change like that again every time he loops. the effect that might have on him. seriously.

anyway yeah irai's running around in circles in my brain, the thoughts this thing provokes my god. highly recommend applying it to different concepts to see what emotional damage you can get out of it, especially with bonnie or isabeau. I didn't talk about isabeau here but him dealing with infected siffrin is. oough. ouch.

[shaotie]

my art dump for my ao3 fanfic, Seven Years.

this post contains **SPOILERS** for future chapters of Seven Years. see the tags for warnings.

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Alone in the Med Bay

chapter 2 - It Begins

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"I'm tired Donnie."

ch 3 - The Whole Truth

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Missed Birthday

ch 7 - An Angry Turtle and a Very Tired One

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"Jus' Goin' Backta Bed."

ch 7 - An Angry Turtle and a Very Tired One

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"Tell Them I'm Out or Sumthing"

ch 9 - Apologies, Apologies, Apologies

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"No Can Do Bro"

Ch 11 - (Not) a Glitch in the System

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Big Bro Bonding Day Ruined

ch 13 - Three Words I Never Thought I'd Hear Draxum Say

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Feeling Fine

ch 13 - Three Words I Never Thought I'd Hear Draxum Say

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"Call Draxum!"

- ch 16 A Sudden Turn for the Worse

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🐢 next (page 2)

🐢 Seven Years masterpost

🐢 masterpost for my rottmnt ao3 fanfics and art.

[og-penelope-eckart]

One of Derrick's hunting dogs gives birth to puppies and Penelope befriends the runt of the litter, the smallest and often weakest pup, and shares what little food she has, because she has seen it been pushed away from their mother by their stronger siblings who greedily drink the milk from her breast until there's barely any left. They are often the last to eat, leading to inadequate nutrition and stunted growth. Derrick complains that the puppy is useless as a hunting dog as it is too feeble and not aggressive like the others. Natural selection will soon weed out the weak. But the puppy reminds Penelope so much of herself, she decides to protect it. The puppy pays Penelope back for her kindness by giving her some of the meat they hunted once they are fully grown, because they can instinctively sense that Penelope too is the runt of the litter that is not cared for by their parent and is constantly picked on by her siblings. One day when Penelope arrives at their usual spot with a bag of stolen meat and whistles, the dog doesn't greet her with excited barking like they usually do. The sun has already set and she has missed dinner but she stays out searching for her beloved dog, calling the name she has given to him until she is informed by the head butler that the young master has shot the dog because it had bit him.

[just-an-emily-existing]

Hey guys so I really need to vent rn cuz my parents are getting a divorce and if I randomly stop posting, this'll be the reason/evidence soooo have fun reading, if you want to of course

TW: Divorce, Possible Violence???

Soooooo it all started when my mom found out that my dad has been letting one of our tenants girlfriend live there at the house that both my parents own for about 3 weeks now rent free, and never told her. This was a couple days ago. Of course my mom was pissed and has been really mean to my dad (deservingly of course cuz he’s a fucking waste of a man and a father) and now they’re getting a divorce. Many other things have led to this divorce but I won’t tell them all rn. I’m not scared of them getting a divorce either cuz for as long as I can remember, they have never really loved each other, and this is very much needed, cuz I’m pretty sure they have been together all this time cuz of me. But I know it’s not my fault and I have no place to speak, but I still need to tell someone, anyone in case my father does try to hurt me and/or my mom. If anything crazy happens trust me, I’m not afraid to dox this man, he’s a man who loves to get his revenge but that made me a woman who loves to get her sweet justice. So to prevent you guys from worrying too much about me, I’ll try to post something everyday, whether it be a drawing, doodle, or just a text post saying I’m ok. No, I’m not looking for attention, I just need to get this off my chest.

Ty for reading 💖💖💖

[object-vault-9]

Week 132

This whole week is a bummer honestly, next one will be lighter hearted !

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