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[faetxlity]

Cages

Whumptober Day 2: Caged Rated: M for suicidal thoughts, car wrecks, and canon typical violence Billy’s life was defined by boundaries: don’t do this, don’t you dare be one of Those people, don’t talk back, don't be You. But he had his car, a bit of freedom. Turns out that's just a cage too.

The car is a smoking wreck when Steve pulls past, crumpled around a tree near the old steel mill and recent . It’s the kind of crash that has him sure that he’s about to scramble across the ditch and find a corpse, because his life was punctuated by such instances. 

No one could survive that. 

But he has to check. 

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If you’re dead you can’t hurt anyone and it can’t hurt you. That was the last thought that had gone through Billy’s mind before he pushed the gas pedal as far as it would go and just… let go. 

It should have been the last thought he’d ever had but; but you can’t even fucking die right. 

The Camaro’s roof is against his cheek and the footwell is twisted kind of around his leg and he’s in pain. He’s in a helluva lot of pain and there’s nowhere to go. His baby is nothing more than another warped cage in his shitty life and he tries to scream only to choke on blood. 

There’s a lot of smoke rolling outside of the shattered windshield and he knows then that he’s still going to die, it’s just going to be a lot worse than he’d hoped for. Well, at least it’ll be over . His mind repeats even as his hands are clawing to get rid of the seatbelt. He can’t; it’s stuck. He wants it over but not like this . It was supposed to be easy. Quick . 

His leg scrapes against jagged metal and he does manage a scream then as flesh splits to the bone. Something dark in the back of his mind is rolling, screaming at the slow press of heat coming from beneath the hood that is far too close to where they were trapped. The screaming makes him grin bloodily, a small satisfaction that he wasn’t the only one hurting. Billy throws an arm over toward the glove box, fingernails scratching the vinyl as he desperately tries to open it. It pops and falls, scattering contents across the seat and floor. He thinks he might be crying but it’s probably just blood. Blood he could explain to his dad. 

There . Cool metal and bone, the little pocket knife was easily flicked open and his wrist only protested a lot when he began to saw through the seatbelt. Out, get out . His vision swims and he hopes it’s from the heat and not the blood pooling in his shoes. Outside someone is yelling. Or maybe he’s the one yelling, screaming at the belt to let go and trying in futility to twist his legs free of the crumpled footwell. 

There’s a tree against the driver door and the passenger side is useless but… if he can crawl out the back he’d survive. The smoke was getting darker. Fuck . 

The belt frays and splits, freeing his chest even though the rest of him is trapped. Useless . 

He laughs, because what else can he do? 

He can’t even die right.

Ao3

[listentothat]

@merlinmicrofic

For Merlin Miro Fic Feb Challenge - "Then Go."

Gen, Warnings N/A, Pre-Canon, POV Elyan

[lgcjisoo]

XANDER: OFF THE RUNWAY ⇀ EPISODE 007

it’s back to only him. jisoo infinitely prefers having someone else there, but having a guest on his channel is a privilege ( that he will utilize every single chance he gets, of course. ) after the shenanigans with fragrance making & the arcade hangout, which felt very little like work, he decided to go back to his roots of having something sort of athletic occur. although DDR was considerably a work out, so... at least he got a perfume out of all of this.

"i’m at a studio that focuses on stretching, and i must admit that it is something i have not focused on as much, especially after i stopped training as an idol. it seems like a far away time from when i did those work outs but... if i am lucky, it will come back to me. i was very lucky and the instructor that my friend recommended has set aside a bit of time for me so that we get to get a private training session and use their machines that you must use with their supervision.” 

the set up was not like a gymnasium, and more of a private studio with the intention of having only a few people in the area. it seems that more often, female artists focused more on sessions in these studios than the male artists, but the instructor said that both utilized their services. and it starts off simple enough, with a yoga mat in the middle of the floor. “we’ll start with some floor stretches first before we go into stretching with the machines. we need to do this in increments and not jump into directly, considering how long it has been since i’ve... stretched.” jisoo has the audacity to look embarrassed. “i was never able to do the splits to begin with anyway so... here goes nothing.” 

after a rather embarrassing display, the trainer was nice enough to say that it wasn’t so bad and that he still retained some flexibility - but jisoo knows a fraction of that was simply in being polite. “okay, and lets try this machine. it does stretch your legs out, and you can move easily into a split, but don’t force yourself too hard. the idea is to hold the position in place for a few seconds at least. okay, let’s give it a go....” & it’s honestly a good thing the trainer is talking, as jisoo is spending all his mental strength in holding his breath, which - bad idea apparently with his thoughts being interrupted with the mantra to breathe. “breathe, and stretch, exhale. okay. come back in. and then we’ll do it a few more times, before we move to the next machine, okay?”

it’s only after jisoo is back on his feet on the floor, that he’s wide eyed, and knows he is going to be sore tomorrow. sure, high intensity physical activity is one thing, but this is equally as important. “okay, what’s the next machine?” 

[noelxbe]

a... studio delta audition?!

performing.... aing (00.00-01.00) by orange caramel! self choreographed dance

         the thought of becoming an idol was of course something that had crossed wook’s mind, he was quite the big fan of dancing. but even if it was a dream of his, it seemed like there was far more reasons to not become one than to become one. though with big interest in dancing, he was far from good at, and he didn’t exactly often have the time to practice. not only was he a student, but he was a man who kept getting more and more jobs, and he already had a bunch of hobbies. he taught soccer to kids, he swam and ran, and he liked trying out new things. 

when that strange person had walked his way, he was ready to throw a punch, but perhaps good he listened and thought before lifting his arm. studio delta? he’d heard of the company of course, but what had that man seen in wook when he came up and talked? it wasn’t like wook was a good singer, even if he was, that wouldn’t have been noticeable with the many other people singing. either the male had seen wook in the market before, doing ice-skating or something, or wook had captured the other’s eyes solely with his looks. his looks, of course, his biggest charm, was that it?

he’d been considering for a while, because this was truly something he wanted to do, but did he have the talent for it yet? he’d decided on going, worst case scenario they’d let him known what he was missing (which was honestly everything), and what he needed to do to get better. 

“hello i am lee noel, number two” he bows down deep. “i’ll be showcasing dance today, thank you for watching me”. he’s prepared a choreography made by himself for the song ‘aing’ by orange caramel, he’s prepared a minute, though well aware of it might be shorter than a minute he’ll be allowed to prepare. he tries his best, though not the best at dancing, he tries focusing on facial-expressions and charisma more, as that’s what he feels more confident with. he bows down when he’s finished, sending a smile to all the judges. he’s not sure whether he’s the most talented in the room of the auditioners, but he’s the tallest, does that count for anything? probably not. 

but it’s not over yet, wouldn’t that be too easy? hah. 

what do you think your greatest strength is? and your greatest weakness? exactly when did this turn to an interview too? it’d been difficult just coming here, usually he’d been working on saturday mornings, and he had to fit in making a choreography into his already quite busy schedule. “i would say my greatest strength is my confidence and charm, i have the ability to put a smile on others’ faces” this felt awkward “on the other hand, i’m far from being the best dancer, luckily enough i’m quite hard-working, and in my life i’ve always been a quick learner.

[jakeperalta]

IF I WAS A CHILD, DID IT MATTER?

"would've, could've, should've" - taylor swift // "older guys" - nina nesbitt // "hurricane" - halsey // "all too well (ten minute version)" - taylor swift // "older" - birdy // "tolerate it" - taylor swift // taylor swift performing "all too well (ten minute version)" on snl // "my best friend's weddings" - the chicks // "dear john" - taylor swift // "older guys" - nina nesbitt

[the-exiled-comic]

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[haunted-joystix]

"i thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go."

just fiddling with my design for her

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edit, i saw someone mention they like this design/want to use it so i wanted to clarify that you can feel free to use it in fanart/whatever as long as u give credit :D

also you can check out this drawing i made that features this design again /nf

[scarabies-real]

I hope this Scarian prompt is good: Sleepy avian Grian chirping and cooing at Scar to hurry up/stop whatever he's doing and cuddle in their nest immediately it is very important. Grian needs cuddles to fall asleep and by god if he has to ruffle some feathers he's gonna do it

“Scar,” Grian whines one night as Scar works on his plans for a new build project. It’s late, Scar knows that, but he’s just got this itch in his brain that he can’t ignore. The creative juices are flowing and there’s no way he’s going to intentionally dam them up. Nothing could drag him away from this right now.

Scar doesn’t look back as he continues sketching, distracted with how to angle the windows on the east side to let in the maximum amount of light. “What is it?” He asks, yawning immediately after.

“Come to sleep,” Grian mumbles, exhaustion lacing his every word.

“Grian, I have to finish this, or I’ll kick myself in the morning,” Scar replies. He feels a little bad about it, truly, but he’s often on the reverse end with Grian’s late-night insomnia-induced building, so Grian should understand.

“But I’m tired.”

“Then go to sleep?”

Nothing but silence answers him. Scar thinks that maybe Grian has fallen asleep but falling asleep so quickly is unlike him.

He’s just a little bit concerned when he swivels his wheelchair around so he can check on him.

“Gri?”

Grian is pouting and grumbling under his breath, feathers ruffled in annoyance or maybe anger or maybe sickness or—Scar’s getting ahead of himself.

“Sunshine, what’s wrong?”

“You won’t come to bed,” Grian says as if it explains his general state of discontent.

Scar sighs and sets his pencil down. “I will in just a little bit, love.”

“But I want to sleep now.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

Oh?

Oh.

Oh, wow. It makes perfect sense now that he thinks about it. Scar knows avians are flock creatures that form strong bonds and he knows that Grian never used to sleep well until they got together. He just didn’t know Grian thought of him as part of his flock. Oh, he could cry. He loves this man so much.

“Grian, have you pavloved yourself to only sleep when with me?”

“Shut up!”

“Oh my gosh, you have!”

“If you’re just gonna make fun of me then don’t bother,” Grian huffs and buried his face in his arms, angling himself away so Scar can’t see his expression.

Scar abandons his papers and wheels over to the side of the bed, locking his brakes and lifting himself on the edge, just outside of the nest.

“No, no, I think it’s sweet! You can’t fall asleep without me?”

“That’s what I said!”

“Gri, honey, look at me?” Scar grabs his arms and removes them from his eyes, gently, so Grian can stop him if he wants. Grian is teary when he meets Scar’s gaze.

“Don’t cry, love, it’s okay,” Scar shushes, wiping tears from Grian’s eyes and smoothing his thumb over his cheekbones.

“It’s just—I can’t sleep without knowing you’re safe and—”

“—the best way to do that is to cuddle me?” Scar finishes for him, grinning once again. Grian blushes but doesn’t deny it.

“Guess I can’t argue with that. Come here, pretty bird,” Scar whispers and draws his mate into his arms. Grian latches on like a barnacle and flops a wing over the two of them; out like a light as soon as he feels Scar relax.

Scar falls asleep to the sound of gentle coos and chirps, blanketed in soft feathers, safe in the arms of his love.

Flock is nice, is his last nonsensical thought before sleep claims him too.

[troutfur]

prompt if you still need: fernkit/paw wondering if she'll ever become a warrior and wondering why she's still in the nursery/just starting her apprenticeship while cloudpaw gets apprenticed first and becomes a warrior before the other cats that are older than him -- brightpaw and swiftpaw.

[according to canon, she's born in the summer at the end-ish of into the wild. she's not even an apprentice until the following summer of rising storm. her and ashkit/paw are full adults in the nursery.]

I just HAD to do this one since it's so goddamn funny. The Erins did my favorite timeline fuckup TWICE. GOD. Knowing them it's probably many more, actually. Diversity win! Due to authorial incompetence this character is now adult in primary education representation!

For the unaware, it's an important plot point that The Sight takes place towards the end of winter/beginning of spring, since the whole of the plot can be tracked almost day by day pretty accurately and only takes up about a single moon, with the climax at the Daylight Gathering which explicitly happens during the first full moon of the spring.

However, in Sunrise during the subplot in which Jayfeather goes snooping in Leafpool's business, it is established him and his siblings were born in... winter! Leafpool's Wish later on doubles down on this nonsense which has forever ruined my ability to take the parentage reveal investigation seriously. CLEARLY such a basic timeline fuckup must mean Jayfeather's memory is shit and not to be trusted.

Typically I ignore this when creating timelines for my work, but I do have the jokey headcanon that Firestar was so furious about the fox kits incident that he refused to apprentice them until they were grown-ass adults. lmao.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings! Let's go!

(Want to submit your own scenario for me to turn into 500 words of crack? Check out my guidelines and submit a prompt! Recently I did an askbox cleanup so I'm very much in need for a good few more to get to November 30th.)

“Ashkit, don’t you feel like there’s something just... wrong about all this?” Fernkit asked with her squeaky kit voice from where she was observing just at the entrance to the nursery.

Her twin brother looked to her from where he was batting at a mossball, his head tilted to the side with confussion. “What do you mean?”

She frowned. “It’s just that, you know...” she looked out. “Cloudpaw is getting his apprentice ceremony, but wasn’t he smaller than us? And didn’t he get bigger just now?”

“When we woke up we were the same size,” Ashkit replied with a shrug.

“Maybe but shouldnt’ that mean we should be apprenticed as well?” Fernkit asked.

“Well, Bluestar didn’t say it was our turn to be appentices yet,” Ashkit said. “And mom says that we must obey everything she says. So if she hasn’t said we should be apprenticed we should just obey.”

Fernkit took in a deep breath as she tried to think how to explain the situation. “But aren’t we supposed to become apprentices when we reach 6 moons old? Didn’t we reach that a while ago?”

“I’unno,” Ashkit replied.

“We were already here by the time Cloudpaw joined the Clan,” Fernkit pointed out. “Shouldn’t we at least be becoming apprentices alongside Cloudpaw?”

“I don’t know what you’re worrying so much about,” Ashkit finally said as he turned around. “Cloudpaw’s going to have to do chores around camp all day now and we get to play instead. What do you miss so much about becoming an apprentice?”

As her brother tossed out his mossball and walked off, Fernkit was left alone with her thoughts on the matter. She couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what her brother was saying but it still left her a tad... unsettled. Wasn’t he ever excited about the idea of finally leaving the nursery? Of getting to know the territory and the world outside of camp? Of doing all of the things their adopted littermate would get to do?

Fernpaw shook her head, refusing to keep dwelling on these thoughts. Perhaps Ashkit was right and it wasn’t their time just yet. Perhaps being in the nursery would be for the best.

And so she followed in his lead.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

SPITTAKES

HOLY SHIT DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

[darkisucksanditwrites]

close

Cyno’s palm cups his cheek suddenly and he stirs looking up at the General who leans over his desk, peering down at him curiously.

“What’s wrong.” He asks when Cyno doesn’t remove his hand. Normally Alhaitham would swat it away since he’s not very partial to others touching him without his consent or touching him at all.

If it was anyone other than Cyno of course.

Somewhere along, among the many meetings, debates, document reviews, lunches, late coffees, drinks and card games and bad jokes he realized that he let Cyno in, so close, like no other person before.

The testament to that is the way Cyno can invade Haitham’s personal space like this without him perceiving his presence as something threatening but instead as a part of their natural state of being.

And even the touch, despite being gentle could turn lethal any moment. That hand cupping his cheek could slide down his throat and squeeze depriving him of breath if Cyno wished to, but it does not alarm him or causes discomfort for being touched like this.

If anything, it only startled him because Cyno’s hand is warm.

“You have an eyelash here.” He says finally, swiping his thumb over the high bone of his cheek.

“Ah.” Haitham says and closes his eyes, another display of trust and vulnerability, which surprises even him, given away so easily as if it means nothing.

“Can I?” Cyno asks and Haitham nods.

There’s another gentle brush, rough thumb tracing thin skin under his eye, the pad grazing the tips of his eyelashes.

Then he stops and just holds Haitham’s face in his hand.

“Is that all?” Haitham asks with a huff, eyes still closed as he arches an eyebrow.

The General shifts, moving closer, closer still. Their knees bump against each other and then Haitham feels warm breath on his face.

“No.” Cyno says against his lips. “It’s not.”

[ode2rin]

i felt my heart dropped in my stomach in the ending of that sae fic and clearly i wasn't the only one judging from the reply section of your fic so i need you to apologize right now mimi release the notes app apology letter 😭

currently working on my apology, s*e lovers 😒

[baeshijima]

gn today is such a bad day and its not even 11 am

[stevethehairington]

LMAO so i can't write a short thing to save my life (which we KNEW) so it looks like BOTH of my zine fic submissions will have Extended Editions when i'm able to post them 😂😂

[lynxkaya]

[aisclosed]

it's 5 am.... just finished chap 9 but idk if it's nauseatingly cute enough yet....

do I leave it or make y/n n jungwon pine more.... many thoughts....

update: I did ... kinda add just a bittttt more fluff. but tumblr is glitching out and I'll just take that as a divine signal for me to stop and gts. ch 9 needs to be edited n formatted but it'll be up sometime today <3