#yall see what i did there

[carpe-noctem-bitchess]

I saw a shooting star back then, and wished on it. I wouldn't tell anyone for then it wouldn't come true.

I saw a shooting star today and wished that in some parallel universe I still wished on stars and didn't tell anyone what I wished for.

[skywarpie]

Severing the Ties

based on this post bc i wanna make everyone sad after the exciting morning we’ve had. :)

Word Count: 891

nothing too drastic, just a lot of angst.

He’s not sure where his ghouls are. There hasn’t really been enough time in between the current events to allow him that knowledge. All he knows is that he’s gained himself an extra five minutes, something that was done through a massive amount of negotiation. Or more along the lines of Copia being a blubbering and begging mess until the unknown ghouls around him agreed.

“Five minutes.” One of them had growled out to the sobbing man at their feet. And that was all the permission he needed. 

Copia jumps to his feet and rushes down the hall as quickly as his aged body will allow him. He only stops when he is in front of the door, taking a moment to ground himself with a deep breath or two. 

The door creaks as he opens it and makes his way inside. Two small beds adorned each side of the room, one of his daughters quickly asleep in each. Copia seats himself on the edge of Athaliah’s bed, his eldest daughter. 

It takes a moment but her tiny eyes flutter open with a yawn. “Papa!” Her voice is quieted by another yawn. A tiny hand rubs at her eye as she sits up and pushes her hair from her face. Her joy suddenly seems to fall as she takes in his solemn expression. “What’s wrong?”

He swallows thickly. Copia hadn’t spent much time giving a thought to an excuse as to why he was waking her up in the middle of the night. “Papa has to go away for a little while.” It comes out sadder than he wants. The goal is to make this goodbye a good one. If you can actually even call it that. Somehow telling your kids bye with the knowledge that you’re going to be dragged to your death doesn’t sound too comforting.

“Right now?” She tilts her little head. Athaliah glances at her alarm clock off to the side. 1:30 am. “It’s still dark outside.” She says this like it’s the most logical explanation as to why he should stay. 

Copia’s upper lip twitches. “Something came up.” 

“But you said you don’t go on tour again until next month.” Her little voice has an accusing tone to it. Rightfully so.

“Yea.” He clears his throat. “Turns out someone changed the date for that.”

“And time?”

Such a smart girl, Copia thinks. “Yea, and the time.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.” Her bottom lip sticks out. 

“No, it doesn’t.” His smile is sad. “But that’s why I’m here now. That way you don’t wake up in the morning and can’t find me.”

“Oh okay.” Her smile returns. “I’ll wake up Accalia.” 

“Wait,” Copia grabs her little arm before she wakes her sister. “Let her sleep, yea?” 

“Why?” Confusion clouds her vision again. “You don’t want to tell her bye?”

He does. Copia really wants to tell her bye, but at the age of three he doubts she’ll remember him as much as Athaliah who’s six will. Or at least that’s what he tells himself and that it’s not the fact he knows she’ll cling to him until he is dragged out of the ministry. That seems more traumatizing than waking up with him gone, in Copia’s opinion. “You can tell her for me, si? You don’t want her to be cranky when she wakes up in the morning now do you?” He grins. “And we don’t want that, do we?”

“No!” Her response is quick and it drags a laugh from Copia’s throat. “You’ll bring something back for us?” By now she’s clinging to his arm, looking up into his face. 

“Don’t you have enough toys?”  

Her brows furrow. “But you always bring back the best ones.”

“Someone sounds a little spoiled.” Copia adds as he tickles her. He quickly shushes her when her squealing laughter starts to get a little too loud. He looks at her and then points to her sister, placing a finger over his mouth to signal her to be quiet.

Her giggles start to quieten down when he tucks her back into bed, blankets snug around her. Copia tries to pull away but Athaliah winds her tiny arms around his neck. “You don’t have to bring me anything back, Papa. I know you get busy.” When she pulls back Copia feels like he’s going to be sick. Her expression is so genuine and understanding. He unwinds her arms a little quicker than he’d typically do, but her expression doesn’t change, even as he places a kiss on her head.

He’s cutting it short, exceptionally short if he’s being honest with himself. The last thing he wants is her to see him flocked by a pack of unknown ghouls. Copia has his hand on the doorknob when he hears her again.

“You’ll call every night?” 

He chews his bottom lip, looking back at her. “Si. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

There’s a faint smile on her face as she yawns, getting comfortable again. “I love you Papa.”

“I love you too, topolina.” He’s glad the light from the hall obscures his features because he knows he looks terrible. “Whenever you miss me just remember that I’m with you always.” The last part he whispers as he closes the door, separating him from the two most important things in his life.

[sleeepydraws]

The Fungeoneers slowly continue to grow!

From left to right:

Dion Cridhe, half elf half shadar kai wizard with a very spooky history and a very nerdy look. Just wait until he dresses up and then it's almost like he's a different person.

Tsarra Beltaular, drow paladin of Eilistraee who is currently going through her hot girl phase. Recently rescued a cousin who helped her escape her grandmother's cult. Still haven't found the other cousin who is also pronounced dead by said cult.

Minako Tsukino, kitsune monk of Eilistraee who is the spunkiest and most elder sister energy ever. She's cute and will cut you. Also: currently taking various poisons like she's Wesley gaining resistance to iocane powder in the Princess Bride.

Sir Alan of Trébond, aasimar fighter looking for his brother, Thom. And if you recognize that name, good but expect more queer gender shenanigans. Also: he's dumb as rocks but he is the biggest gentleman.

[soranker]

my girlfriend

[sleeepying]

Its lesbian sex friday 💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[strawberryspence]

The Harrington mansion is always dark.

Steve never really noticed it when he was growing up, not until he started dropping off Dustin and the kids. No matter how late it is, there's always a light on the porch for them. Like a sign that someone is waiting home for them.

It doesn't matter if his parents are out of town or not, it's always dark in the house. His parents doesn't care enough to leave a light for him. He won't leave it on for himself, because that feels pathetic.

Steve forgets about it, there's so many other things he should worry about.

He forgets about it until he starts dating Eddie Munson the summer of '85. Steve thanks the blue Scoops Ahoy shorts and the Corroded Coffin members for letting Eddie come in to the shop everyday for the whole summer until they finally start dating and making out at the parking lot.

Eddie starts hanging around Steve's house. Every night that Eddie stays at his house, Steve comes home to a house with a light on the porch.

The first time he notices it, he sat on his car crying for 30 minutes before finally caving in and entering the house. When Steve tells Eddie about this, Eddie visibly melts, scooping him into a hug before saying, "Oh sweetheart, as long as I am here, there's always going to be a light left on for you."

It's Eddie that makes the house a home. Steve doesn't care if he's living in a cardboard box, as long as he's with Eddie, it's home.

And that's why Steve's been standing in front of the dark porch for almost an hour now. Nancy's going to pick him up in a few more hours, so they can go back to the hospital and watch Max and Dustin.

But he can't— can't push himself to enter the dark house, knowing that Eddie's light and warmth is never going to touch it again. There's still blood stained on his hands, blood from when he had to leave Eddie's lifeless body in the Upside Down.

Steve wonders— morbidly— if Wayne has a light on in the trailer porch, waiting for a son that's never coming home.

Maybe it's weariness or maybe Steve just wants to peek inside and see if there's still a hint of Eddie floating around the house. Steve lets himself in the dark house, sliding down against the door as he sobs into Eddie's battle vest.

Outside, the porch light flickers. It blinks three times.

Rapidly. Slowly. Rapidly.

The flickering stops and the light stays on.

Because as long as Eddie Munson's alive, there's always going to be a light left on for Steve Harrington.

[criticalamityz]

2022 ig story art pt. 2

[courfee]

you ever read a fic so good halfway through writing a 1k words comment you have to put your phone down and draw one of the characters?

this is for divinitus by @imdamagecontrol

[majimasleftasscheek]

SO I think I found a place where I wanna try making enamel pins so here's a lil sneaky peaky 👀 I got a prototype photo yesterday and they look pretty good so far hohohoho

[mueritos]

i hope we continue to see more protests within the US military. i see a lot of leftists and folks who are anti-military who have such an open disdain for the people who are in the military, yet neglect to considering the conditions this country makes to produce ideology, poverty, and the illusion of choice to make all kinds of people choose to enlist in the military. You ever see those videos of ROTC kids recording each other asking why they joined the military and everyone's like, "healthcare", "it helped me go to college", "I was bored" or "free ptsd lol". I hate to remind everyone but folks who are in the military are people, too, and they are the same victims and perpetrators of violence as the rest of you, we have all been shallowly conditioned to view each other as enemies just because one person is wearing army greens and the other is not.

some of the biggest anti-war advocates are those who engaged in war. Veterans who genuinely believed they were protecting the US against "terrorism" come back with blood on their hands, and they choose to realize that it was US imperialism that forced them to carry out violence, instead of doubling down and shielding themselves from the fact that they too are capable of atrocities... This is a class of people who are intentionally conditioned to be as poor and as ideologically aligned to US imperialism so that the military has a never-ending pool to send their youth to destroy other country's youth. The only people I have ever heard say "do not join the military" are those who ARE military.

This is in no way to ever excuse or explain away any of the atrocious war crimes and violence this industry and its people have committed against others. What I am saying is that we absolutely cannot cast aside the individuals who have been victimized within US imperialism, even if they are wearing army greens. I was speaking with my Palestinian classmate last week and another classmate--a member of the US air force-- walked up to me and struck up a conversation. My military classmate showed me her new bird, bid both of us goodbye, and left. My Palestinian classmate asked me if I was close with her, and I said we talked quite often, and she said, "I never met a person who's in the military. I still hate the military, but I never knew that they did, too. I didn't realize that they were also victims."

If my Palestinian classmate--one who is actively watching her own community die--can understand that it is not individuals who are the problem but it is in fact systems, US imperialism, white supremacy, capitalism...why can't we all? And she has EVERY reason to hate any individual military member. A lot of online activism just creates more barriers. if your optics look bad, complicated, or contradictory, you are cast aside. Everyone has got the be the perfect activist, you can never make a mistake or share a half-baked thought, you should always believe every word from a marginalized persons mouth (because being marginalized doesn't mean you're not entrenched in white supremacy too!) and you should never question what you see...Do you know what you sound like? The very imperialists who are convincing poor whites to vote against themselves. Perfectionism is white supremacy. Black & white thinking is white supremacy.

I'd rather have a military member who genuinely believed in the US imperialism machine but was disillusioned after being deployed as my comrade than some leftist who cherishes the performance of "being a good person". I don't want "good people" in our movements. I want humans who care. I want humans who make mistakes and who learn from them. I want humans who accept the messiness of a person. I want humans who hold others accountable and allow themselves to take responsibility for their actions. I want people who change for themselves and others.

fight systems, not individual people. we can change each other, but if we're too preoccupied looking like the World's Perfect Activists, we will only consume each other alive. Connect to your fellow humans, forever and always.

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

I cannot wait for Wish to come out this year! Some crossover art with the original wish lady because we love pretty tall women ✨️💙

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

.

.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[glouris]

“they are very annoying and irritating” are you familiar with the concept of fun and being entertained by drama

[sky-is-the-limit]

I don't really like American accents, neither NY or LA or anything in between... but damn you Southerners with your "sweetheart/darling" and "yes/alright ma'am" making a silly lil European girlie like myself finish on the spot.

[cosmosnout]

He definitely bullied his classmates in med-school

[nostalgic-muffins]

i dont get the solomon hate. free my boy he did nothing wrong